No. 48 Palm Tree Street.

Yes, it is across the street from the small building rented by Miss Virenia.

The same neat palm forest, the same neat flower beds, and a few white umbrellas are like the wings of seagulls, forming a comfortable and leisure place in the palm forest.

A small round table inlaid with enamel is placed under a parasol, filled with fresh fruit and a few bottles of fine wine.

On the wine bottle, the light yellow label is covered with a dark blue seal.

This is the confiscation seal of the customs anti-smuggling team of Tulun Port.

Every year, every month, every day, there are small smugglers with luck trying to transport all kinds of high-priced goods that are unwilling to pay taxes according to law to Tulun Port.

The customs anti-smuggling team of Tulun Port is the nemesis of these little smugglers.

They enforce the law strictly and act ruthlessly. Once they are caught, all the goods will be fined and confiscated, and the state-owned property will be confiscated. And these small smugglers will be squeezed out of the black prison of the anti-smuggling team. Su, the last fountain of Su.

As the squadron leader of the anti-smuggling team, Sinbada naturally had the power to take out a little bit of insignificant good things from the confiscation warehouse, give himself and subordinates some benefits.

This is a natural thing. Everyone knows the chiefs of the customs and the upper class of the anti-smuggling team, and no one will say much.

Sinbada was lying on the chair beside the small round table, holding a natural crystal red wine glass in his right hand, slowly shaking the red brick wine in the glass, occasionally taking a small sip.

"Wine that doesn't cost money will taste different." As an indigenous person in Tulun Port, Sinbada, whose ancestors were mountaineers on Jiasica Island, had a distinct appearance of mountaineers in Jiasica.

The skin is dark, the face is slightly red, and the black hair is a little curly. The two small beards are pointed and thin, and they are raised high beside the nose. The bridge of the nose is slightly collapsed, and the eye sockets are deep. Two gray eyeballs are blinking, and the small eyes are wandering around, with a bit of shrewdness.

To be honest, Sinbad looks like the monkey on Sigensi's shoulder, and it's really not very good.

His size was exactly five feet and five inches tall, barely reaching the lower height limit of the local native man in Tulun Port. With his face, he became more and more dry and despicable, despicable.

On the other recliner beside him, she was tall, with white skin, blonde hair and blue eyes, and a beautiful girl, and definitely no more than 18 years old. She was nearly six feet tall, which was much taller than Sinbad.

Churiyah, Tulum Port, just emerged last year. A well-known ballet dancer has participated in two large ballet dramas, and is just a second-tier supporting actress.

However, because of his outstanding appearance, his height in the entire troupe, and his two charming long legs, Churiye quickly became Sinbad's lover, moved out of the public dormitory rented by the ballet troupe, and moved into this luxurious single-family building.

"Dear, you don't seem to be in a good mood?" Churiye yawned lazily. She sat up and picked up a piece of bright red raw ham from the small round table with a sterling silver toothpick, and fed it to Sinbad's mouth.

Sinbada opened his mouth, bit off the ham slices in one bite, and chewed them hard.

He murmured with a gloomy face: "I'm a little worried... Damn, I shouldn't do that, but I can't refuse that adult. What can I do? Uncle Moder cannot refuse her."

Sinbada was a little panicked.

Yesterday morning, he made an arrangement to allow a team of dozens of people to land on an armed anti-smuggling ship of the anti-smuggling team at a small dock in Houtan District.

The Houtan area can directly connect to the half-mountain and the top area of ​​Mount St. Hilde. During this special period, the entire area near Mount St. Hilde, including the Qiantan area and Houtan area, have been strictly sealed off.

If it weren't for Sinbad's arrangement, these outsiders wouldn't have been half a step closer to Mount St. Hilde.

What worries Sinbada was that because of the order of the adult, he did not report to his uncle Model, and everything was done by him in private.

Not long after those people landed, Sinbada received news that the mistress of the Vitu family, Liya, was attacked in the mid-mountain area.

The Wells family's information channels were extremely well-versed. Simbada knew exactly the entire process of the attack, and knew that dozens of people wearing army uniforms, pretending to be garrisons in Tulun Port, and setting up checkpoints on the Mid-mountain roads attacked Leah.

But these idiots were attacked by the escorts of the Weitu family and killed most of them with fire. More than a dozen people were captured alive. Then they were quickly transferred by the Weitu family and were detained where the secret that the Wells family could not even find out.

I hope those guys can withstand the words and deeds of the Vitu family.

But Sinbada did not make any hope for their "conscience".

The Vitu family may come to me soon?

However, there is nothing to be afraid of.

He is a direct member of the Wells family, and he is also an elite of the younger generation that the Wells family focuses on cultivating. More importantly, he is also a serious imperial official.

The squadron leader of the customs anti-smuggling team is equivalent to the rank of lieutenant of the Imperial Land and Navy, but the actual power and jurisdiction are much stronger than those big-headed soldiers wearing uniforms.

The Vitu family dares to attack imperial officials in broad daylight?

There is no such reason, and there has never been such a precedent.

Well, as long as I squatted in the main house of the Wells family every night for some time in the future and didn't hang out everywhere, what could the Vitu family do to myself?

Sinbada glanced at Churiye, and his heart couldn't help but beat a few times.

Well, take advantage of the daytime to have fun, and then rush back to the main house of the Wells family to hide before dusk. Sinbada smiled proudly, and decided happily.

A four-wheeled carriage slowly walked along Palm Tree Street, and then stopped at the entrance of No. 48 of the Street.

The palm forest and ornamental shrubs blocked the view very well, and Sinbada did not notice the movement outside. Instead, the few guards who stayed at the gate of No. 48 walked out of the door of the gate with a little vigilant vigilance and stood in line behind the hollowed-out metal carved door.

"Hey, the master here, I won't accept visitors today." An ugly guard with a red turban chewing on the mixture of betel nut and tobacco, grinning at the extended four-wheeled carriage.

With great enthusiasm, he pulled the smirking Churiye. Sinbada, who was about to go back to Xiaolou, heard the movement. He shouted impatiently in the direction of the gate: "Let them get out, no matter who it is, let them get out!"

The Red Turban Guard took out a double-tube musket, put it on the hollow pattern of the gate, and laughed at the four-wheeled carriage: "Did you hear it? Get out of here, or do you want to eat two bullets?"

The four-wheeled carriage faced the front door and the carriage suddenly fell outward, revealing a properly fixed sixty-thick field cannon in the carriage.

Amid the screams of several Wells guards in their terror, Qiao, who was standing in the carriage, smiled slightly, and the burning torch in his hand was heavily lit on the fire door of the field gun.

'boom'!

The sound of cannons broke the tranquility of Palm Tree Street, and countless pet dogs and pet birds screamed from far and near.

Joe cheered loudly: "Ahhh, I like this tactic!"

A total of 100 small shotguns were like cheerful hornets, roaring out of the cannon chamber, tearing the exquisite but defensive hollow door, and enthusiastically crawling into the bodies of several Wells guards.

The distance was too close, less than ten feet apart, and none of the 100 small shotguns fell into vain. The metal gate was hit so that sparks were splashed everywhere, and fragments flew across the board. The small shotguns tore through the bodies of several Wells guards and beat them backwards and flew more than ten feet away.

At the north and south ends of Palm Tree Street, a large group of fully armed policemen and the guards of the Vitu family rushed out.

The police shouted slogans in an orderly manner - 'In the name of the law'!

When the police ran, the team was quite neat. Nearly a hundred round fat men were running out of breath while shouting neat slogans, and the fat and beer belly on their bodies were also shaking up and down in an orderly manner.

The escorts of the Vitu family were so excited that their faces were red. They cursed in various urban slangs and rushed towards them with wide eyes. Their speed was much faster than the police and quickly surrounded the yard of No. 48.

The moment the cannon sounded, Sinbada roared and threw away Miss Churiye, who was fading in beauty. A cloud of water flashed beside him. A few big steps, and he ran through the yard more than 200 feet long in an instant and rushed to the entrance of the building.

More than a dozen Wells guards rushed out of the small building, and Sinbada hissed and shouted: "Cover me and retreat!"

A group of guards surrounded Sinbada and rushed to the back door of the yard.

After running for a few steps, they suddenly stopped.

The back door of the yard had been violently shattered. More than 20 round policemen took the lead and rushed into the backyard with at least hundreds of Vitu's guards.

In the bushes in the backyard, three fierce wolf dogs rushed out and rushed towards the person rushing into the yard.

More than a dozen guards of the Vitu family raised their flintlock rifles and beat them up in a burst of "bang bang". The three wolfdogs fell to the ground with blood all over their bodies, making whimpers about to death.

"Damn it!" Sinbada turned around and retreated into the small building.

More than a dozen Wells guards suddenly raised their flintlock guns, but before they could fire the gun, the Weitu guards on the opposite side had already taken the lead.

The two sides are only fifty feet apart, and nearly a hundred flintlock rifles are designed at the same time. In terms of fire density and gun power, they are much stronger than the short guns guarded by the Wells family.

More than a dozen guards fell to the ground with convulsions, and blood quickly dyed the steps leading to the backyard of the building.

The No. 48 small building was completely surrounded, and more than a dozen powerful subordinates of the Vitu family rushed into the small building. After a sound of swords and swords, they were covered in blood, and their left arm was cut off with their elbows, and were roared angrily by several elite men with injuries on their bodies.

"Bring him and retreat!"

Qiao glanced at Miss Churiye who was so scared that she was not afraid to move on the ground, and shook her head: "Don't move anything from Xiaolou, let alone offend this beautiful lady!"

Joe took Sinbada to evacuate quickly.
Chapter completed!