At dusk.

On the first floor of the Tulum Port Police Station, on the northeast side, you enter through a door with double doors, and from the first floor to the third floor, is the police station's canteen.

On weekdays, rows of neatly placed tables in the cafeteria leaned against the wall, covered with white tablecloths, and placed with exquisite tableware, which was arranged to look like a buffet reception.

Bottles of all kinds of fine wine are neatly placed on the dining table, barrels of freshly squeezed juice are placed on the ground, and pots of hot and fragrant black tea and coffee are spewing fragrance on the four-wheeled cart.

Plates, saucers and teacups made of fine white porcelain, sparkling glass and drinking glasses, and sterling silver knives and forks glittering in the candlelight, and especially extravagant, the natural crystal decanter on the dining table are all rare and expensive items.

The special four-wheeled extended carriage drove slowly into the police compound, and the waiter in tuxedo carefully carried down one huge square silver plate after another from the carriage.

The chefs in the police canteen have limited skills, and the simple meals they prepare on weekdays are, in the description of grassroots police officers, not bad, slightly better than pig food.

Today's buffet is to celebrate the promotion of Director Stein, to celebrate the promotion of a group of police detectives, and to celebrate the emergence of a strange person like Joe in the Port Tulum Police Department - as a police officer, he won the first-class thorn meritorious service medal, which is worth celebrating.

For such a happy event, the wine and food should not be sloppy, and everyone must not be fooled with things that are only slightly better than pig food.

So the drinks were the best wine sponsored by the Rittal family, and the food was a takeaway from a high-end restaurant run by a Gallic businessman in the port of Tulum from the back office of the police station.

Huge silver plates were brought into the cafeteria, from the first floor to the third floor, on the long tables against the wall, the plates were neatly arranged, and when the waiters of the restaurant lifted the lid of the arched plates, the fragrance was overflowing, and many police officers in the canteen could not help but applaud.

All of them are extremely expensive and top-quality ingredients, and after being prepared by the top chefs of the Gallic Republic, they have reached the pinnacle of taste, taste and taste.

This time, the logistics department of the police station has made a lot of money, compared with the previous buffets and cocktail parties within the police station, the food grade this time has been increased by at least seven or eight grades.

Perhaps, this has something to do with the fact that the former director of logistics was thrown into a black prison, and the new director of logistics is a confidant of Director Stein?

Joe and Director Stein stood outside the cafeteria door, behind them a dozen senior police officers, all of them holding a large cigar and smiling in the direction of the entrance to the dungeon.

Dozens of black-clothed people stood there like ghosts, expressionless, with cold breath all over their bodies, and they looked like no one was close to them.

Black hat, black coat, black trousers, black leather boots, and a short or long black cape. The attire of these people is basically printed in a mold, but a careful identification of some of the coats of arms and secret marks on their chests and cuffs will allow a discerning person to clearly identify them.

...... of the Public Prosecutor's Office, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Intelligence Headquarters, and the Military Police Department of the Ministry of Military Affairs It's all the elite of the legendary powerful department of the Delenn Empire.

Especially the guys from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, their white shirts had gray silk threads embroidered with 'Z' badges on the cuffs. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs' 'Z Department' is a disciplinary department in charge of internal review and anti-in-espionage, and outsiders know very little about them, and they belong to a secret department hidden by a thick fog.

The door to the black prison opened with a 'crunch' sound, and more than a dozen men in black walked out with a stretcher in their arms.

Lying on the stretcher, she suddenly laughed when she saw the sky outside and smelled the fresh air without any peculiar smell.

"This woman, crazy?" Joe flicked the cigar butt in his hand.

"It's okay with us." Stein smiled and dropped the cigarette butt and stomped it to pieces: "In the next few days, there will be people from the Inspectorate and the court to take over the old ladies of those big families...... Some of them ......"

Qiao smiled and nodded, those big names of the big families in the black prison, most of them, will disappear from now on.

Among them, there are three lucky families who will return to the upper class of Tulun Harbor and continue their good life of spending time and drinking.

But the lucky ones of these three families, when they return to Tulum Port, they will find that everything in Tulun Port has been re-planned. They are still nominally members of the Council of Seven, but in reality, their power has been curtailed to the extreme, and they can only survive in fear by clinging to the House of Wittu and the Duke of Ross.

"Shut it up for now, okay, these days, don't let them get us in trouble. They have had enough of the blessings, and they should suffer a little. It's the same as training a dog and a bear, beating a stick and giving them some honey, and they will be obedient. ”

Director Stein straightened his dress and smiled happily: "Alright, gentlemen, it's time for us to celebrate." Rear Admiral Doron, please come over, it's time for us to be happy...... Be careful, the brothers on patrol should be extra careful, there are still so many people in the black cell. ”

A man in black from the Supervision Department stood in front of Hai Niwei and said coldly: "Hai Niwei Rong Harrington, you and the recent series of incidents in Tulun Port are deeply implicated and suspicious, please cooperate with the joint investigation of our various departments." From now on, every action and every word you make, we will record it. ”

Hanieway's laughter came to an abrupt end, and she lay stiff on the stretcher, her face as pale as a dead person.

Hanieway, along with several of her subordinates, was put into a carriage and slowly left the police station under the escort of a group of men in black. The gates of the police station 'buzzed' shut, and then a celebratory banquet began.

'Long live the Delen Empire', in the neat slogan, everyone had a drink.

'Long live Her Majesty the Empress', amid the enthusiastic slogan, everyone had another drink.

'Long live the Imperial Army', amid the frenzied cheers, the police officers of Tulun Port, and the officers such as Major General Doron enthusiastically clinked glasses, and everyone's emotions were surging to the extreme.

'...... Tulum Harbor Police Station,' the cheers paused slightly, and then the voices became chaotic. Everyone giggled, toasted to Director Stein, to Joe, and to all the police officers who were commended and promoted.

In the staggered planning, everyone soon drank a lot.

In the cafeteria on the third floor, police officers and officers of sufficient rank gathered in the cafeteria on the third floor.

Director Stein drank heavily, and he held his glasses and clinked glasses with Major General Doron and Inspector Abbey one by one, and Joe followed him, and soon his face was red and his whole body was hot and sweating.

It was finally Director Stein who finished the toast, and he pulled Joe to a corner of the cafeteria, made a plate, quickly filled a dozen oysters, cut half a lemon, and squeezed out the juice and sprinkled it on the oysters.

"There were too many things just now, I didn't have time to talk about it. Joe, you are already a first-class police lieutenant, and you have won the first-class Thorn Merit Medal, although you have a little less seniority, but your ability is here. ”

"I've always had a plan, but in the past, it didn't get off the ground because of some people's obstruction."

"But now, I think it's time...... Moreover, this plan is also approved by your father. ”

"The fish intestine wharf, the fish belly wharf, the fish bladder wharf, and some places nearby, you know, that's the gray area around the port of Tulum, where smuggling is most rampant."

"I plan to establish the Löfgang Branch of the Port Tulun Police Department in the small town of Löfgang, with you as the head of the sub-bureau, and you will select some elite police officers, and then recruit some auxiliary police to form this new sub-bureau."

"Loeffgang Substation, in addition to the land police force, will also have a marine police team, because of your outstanding contribution this time, Duke Ross will sponsor some of our ships to form the backbone of the marine police force."

Joe looked at Director Stein dumbfounded.

Fish intestine pier, fish belly pier, fish maw pier...... Well, Joe knew, that was the area around Port Tulum where smuggling was most rampant. The problem is that even the Rittal family, there are a lot of private goods, which are brought in from there.

And the town of Loeffgang ...... Well, it's a black den, a black den for smugglers, pirates, bandits, and fugitives.

Where to form the Loeff Gang sub-bureau?

"Godfather, what are you and father?" Joe's head was foggy.

"In the past, the port of Tulum was someone else's port of Tulum, so these smuggling routes must exist. But now, the port of Tulun is our port of Tulun, so there is no need for these smuggling routes to exist. ”

"Or rather, the smuggling routes of those three docks can continue to exist, but everyone, you have to pay taxes to us!" Stein nodded Joe's chest in a serious manner, and then poked his own chest.

"To the Rittal family, to ourselves, to pay for the road...... No, pay taxes! Those who are willing to pay can continue to do their business...... If you don't want to pay, kill them! Stein swallowed two fat oysters and said loudly: "All illegal acts must be severely punished by the laws of the Empire!" ”

Joe blinked quickly, looking at his godfather very seriously.

"Well, by the way, it is very difficult to form a sub-bureau from scratch, so I will introduce you to two shrewd and capable subordinates, and they will be your right-hand man."

Lowering his voice, Stein quickly added: "If there is trouble, let them go first, and test them more, dear Joe, you know." ”

Before Joe could figure out what Stein meant by this, Stein shook his head and beckoned to a corner of the cafeteria hall: "Lan, Lan, you brothers, come here." ”

Two young men of medium height, dressed in civilian clothes, walked side by side.

They are exactly the same height, they look the same, their movements are exactly the same, and even the length and frequency of their steps are exactly the same.

Joe couldn't help but shake his head, he looked at the two young men who looked exactly the same in front of him, and thought that he had drunk too much, and a ghost appeared in front of him.

"Hibiscus Lan, Kikyo Lan, they are brothers. They retired from the Rulle front two months ago and have just returned to the port of Tulum. Their resumes in the army are very exciting, they are the top scout elites, this time our police department lost a lot of brothers, they are retired soldiers, recommended by the Tulun Port Veterans Management Office, they just happened to fill the police station. ”

Stein smiled and patted a young man on the shoulder: "In the future, follow Joe and do a good job." Believe me, as long as you know how to cooperate with Joe, you have a bright future! ”