No.99 Palm Tree Street is in a mess.

The flowers and plants in the yard were completely shattered, and the broken wood and leaves were sprinkled all over the ground. Under the ravages of the storm, it became more and more messy and withered.

The Imperial soldiers blocked the two neighborhoods, especially all residents of Palm Tree Street. Each household had soldiers stationed at the gate and back door, and they were strictly prohibited from entering and leaving.

The escorts of the Vitu family spread to seven or eight blocks nearby, wandering around, finding familiar gang members and various bad citizens who were robbing the enemy, and asking them about all useful information.

Director Stein personally led the team and led a group of experienced detectives to the scene.

Ms. Xiuboer, who was crying, was supported by several large and round female police officers, and curled up on the sofa in the first floor lobby.

Ms. Xiuboer, who was tall and beautiful, was wrapped in a velvet nightgown and grabbed a kraft envelope with her hands. She used too much force, causing blue veins to protrude from the back of her fair hands.

"Zhashir, Zhashir, wuwu...my dear little elk!" Xiuboer muttered in a mess: "He said he would give me good news, he said that our future happiness is guaranteed..."

"Why is this happening, why is this happening?" Xiuboer's face was covered in tears, and his whole body was already in collapse.

Qiao leaned against the door frame of the first floor hall with bare legs. He was steaming all over, and white air was constantly visible to the naked eye on his wet clothes and hair.

Several detectives led the police officers to travel up and down, carefully inspecting the scene.

A female police officer brought a cup of hot chocolate. Two female police officers supported Xiuboer and asked her to drink the fragrant and delicious hot chocolate one by one.

Xiuboer's expression looked much better and his mental state became more normal. She curled up on the sofa, looked at the police officers surrounding her, and then looked at the iron-gray figures that were waving from time to time in the yard outside. A trace of her lustful look gradually emerged from her previously scattered and irrelevant green eyes.

Wearing a short cloak, a small dress, and a narrow-brimmed round hat, a first-class police lieutenant of Tulum Port, senior detective Dorent held a small notebook with his left hand and a pencil in his right hand, and came to Xiuboer with a smile.

Toronte was not tall, with a naturally cheerful round face, round eyes, round nose, and a small round mouth. He was gentle and approachable. When he approached, Xiuboer looked at him seriously, shrank slightly backwards, and tolerated his approach.

A police officer brought a chair and placed it next to the sofa. Dorent smiled and nodded to Xiuboer: "Ms. Xiuboer, can I sit here?"

Before Xiuboer could speak, Dorent was already sitting in the chair with steadily.

"You must be strong... because when we checked your wound just now, our experienced female police doctor told me that you are pregnant." Dorent looked at Xiuboer with a gentle face: "So, please be strong... for the sake of the child in your belly, okay?"

Soubol suddenly widened his eyes, and she looked at Toront in disbelief, and then whispered: "Oh, my little elk... Great Muteste, the kind Muteste is above, I have a child... It's Zahir's child!"

"It's the child of Your Excellency Chashir." Dorent sighed softly: "It's a pity that Your Excellency Chashir failed to know this good news... So, we should avenge him, right?"

Xiuboer's expression gradually became firm and strong from the previous messy, weak and helplessness.

Although she is just a little woman, she has the unique strength and vitality of a small person at the bottom. Especially at this moment, the children in her womb have brought her inexplicable strength and courage.

Putting down the kraft envelope in her hand, Xiuboer's slender and slender hands carefully pressed on her lower abdomen. She looked at Toront very seriously and asked him in a low voice: "Can you find the murderer, right?"

"We need your help, and without your help, it will be difficult for us to find the murderer... because, until now, we have almost no idea about the situation of His Excellency Zahir in Port Tulum." Dorent gradually strengthened his tone, and he said to Soubol very seriously: "Only your help can we find the available clues."

Joe held his hands in front of his chest and watched the communication between Toronto and Soubol quietly.

Torent's answering skills are worth learning from, but Joe believes that no matter how hard he tries, he will not be as friendly as Inspector Torent. If Joe suddenly came to Xiuboer, she would probably shout "Help" and then slapped Joe in the face with one paw?

However, Joe could understand Xiuboer's mood at the moment.

What a beautiful and lovely lady, but she encountered such a thing.

Thinking of the combat power shown by the tall figure before, Qiao couldn't help but feel a numbness in his scalp, and at the same time, an inexplicable anger rushed into his heart.

After being traumatized by Longineus for a while, Fu Del from the Kaban family never revealed his confession.

But when his father, mother, his brothers and sisters, and even with the close cooperation of the Kaban family, his two little lovers were brought to him by the church knights, and then after being tossed into a pool of human flesh and blood within just a quarter of an hour, Fu Del's psychological defense finally completely collapsed.

Zahir, editor-in-chief of the Tulum Port Post, is a down-and-out nobleman from the imperial capital. Behind him is a nobleman with a wide wrist.

In order to better sell the slaves of the Kaban family, Fu Del has advertised many times in the Tulum Port Post, vigorously advocating how excellent and sought-after slaves of the Kaban family are.

After a while, Fu Deer became friends with Chashir, and Chashir intentionally or unintentionally revealed his huge connections in the imperial capital and his scary background.

The Kaban family, even the Kaban family, one of the seven-member committees of Tulun Port, is just a tiny existence in the entire Derren Empire.

That's right, the Kaban family has money, but what about other things?

Duke Ross, Duke of Garcia and Governor of the Southern Special Zone of the Empire. In this Southern Special Zone alone, in addition to the trading hub of Tulum Port, there are three other provinces under the jurisdiction of the Duke of Ross.

The entire Southern Special Zone of the Empire, both in terms of population and territory, only accounts for about one-thirty of the southern territory of the Empire.

The huge Delun Empire has a more vast territory and a larger population.

For example, the northern cold zone territory with nearly 100 provinces, and the adjacent highlands have nearly 60 provinces of the Western plateau territory. It is densely populated and well-developed, with the eastern plains, forest territories of nearly 80 provinces, as well as the most traditional empire, the origin of the Delun Empire, and the central Everglades area territory of nearly 30 provinces.

In addition, the Delun Empire also has dozens of archipelagos of all sizes on the northern ice ocean; overseas, it has seized more than a dozen large and populous colonies in recent years.

The huge empire, the powerful empire, coiled around the Delun Empire in the heart of the Medland continent like a giant beast.

The Kaban family is rich and very rich; powerful and very powerful.

But the Kaban family in Tulun Port is really just a small ant compared to the entire Delun Empire.

The Kaban family can call the wind and rain in Tulun Port, and the Kaban family is just an inconspicuous and lowest-ranking "Little Junker" among the empire's "Junker's chaebols and nobles".

Among the upper nobles of the empire, the Kaban family could probably get such an evaluation - "After walking out of the mountains of Jiasica, the smell of sheep smell, the descendants of robbers and bandits, the southern country bumpkins who are learning to dress and eat in a clumsy way"!

Then, the upper class nobles have a high probability of adding another sentence - 'Among all the southern country bumpkins, they are also the lowest-end... uncivilized country bumpkins'!

Zahir is a nobleman in the imperial capital with a family deteriorating, but his ancestors were once rich. He has relationships with the emperor, connections, and backers, and he is very influential!

Fu Del has ambitions.

He wants to be the helm of the Kaban family.

He wanted to make the Kaban family go further, from the "Little Junker" who calls the wind and rain in Tulun Port to the "Great Junker" who can influence the economy of several provinces.

Even if possible, the "cord" in front of the family surname is changed into a more noble "feng", which is perfect.

Zahir showed his influence in front of Fu Del.

Fu Deer entrusted Zahir to do some things, such as inserting several of Fu Deer's confidants into the police station, customs, tax bureau and other key units in the province next to Tulun Port, so that some of the small transactions that Fu Deer himself did in private could be smooth around Tulun Port.

Zahir used his extremely high efficiency to shock Fu Deer and successfully arranged Fu Deer's people to the position he wanted.

He is only the editor-in-chief of the Tulum Port Post, but he can intervene in personnel appointments in several provinces next to Tulum Port!

The power and influence that Zahir showed shocked Fu Del.

The two gradually changed from ordinary customer relationships to friends, and then became close friends. When the relationship between them became deeper, Zahir told Fu Del bluntly that behind him was the top figure in the imperial capital aristocratic circle.

Zahir told Fu Del that he was ordered to come to Tulun Port, make friends, develop power, raise funds, collect supplies, and expand influence for the big man in the imperial capital.

This time, at the command of Zahir, Fu Del was responsible for helping cover and cooperating with a group of Highlanders.

After Fu Del could not stand the tyrannical methods of the church knights and finally confessed to Zahir, Zahir was killed immediately.

Major General Doron, who was holding a cigar in his mouth and was not dripping with water on his body, came to Qiao.

"The great man of the imperial capital, the palace sword skills, and the nearly completed body of the Great Wolf Shadow of the Wolf." Major General Doron spitted a mouthful of smoke and said in a deep voice: "Such quick killing is indeed a means only the great man of the imperial capital has."

Major General Doron patted Qiao's arm heavily: "Joe, you have made a contribution... But you must be more careful in the future, be more careful. The big figures in the imperial capital are usually very slim."
Chapter completed!