In the afternoon, at Tulun Port Railway Station, under the scorching sun, the iron-gray thorn flowers surrounding the railway station became more and more brilliant.

On Platform No. 1, the whistles of the gendarmes were heard one after another. They waved the red flag in their hands vigorously. Six hundred naval soldiers rushed to the platform, and amid the officers' stern scolding, they lined up in three neatly arranged parade queues at the fastest speed.

A military band of fifty people carried various musical instruments, and was in a mess for a while, and then formed a small square array on the north side of the parade queue.

A quarter of an hour later, accompanied by the loud whistle, a train whistled from the north with thick smoke and smoke. It began to slow down several miles away, and slowly drove into the station and stopped on Platform 2 opposite the railway.

The Imperial Navy's flag was hung on each carriage of this train. Accompanied by the rapid and powerful command, the carriage door opened, and teams of sailors wearing pairs of streamer soft leather round hats, sea soul shirts, shorts, and soft leather boots walked out of the carriage and lined up on the platform.

A sharp whistle sounded, and the front of the train began to exhale white air, and the train slowly drove into the auxiliary road to the south.

The train loaded two regiments of sailors. They quickly crossed the railway through the overpasses on platforms 1 and 2, and arrived at the rear of Platform 1 and 1.

Compared with the local sailors who are short and darkened by the scorching sun, these sailors are tall and tall, all of whom are over six feet or one inch tall, and their skin is unique to the wind and waves, but their skin looks particularly fair.

Immediately afterwards, another long troop transport train arrived in the distance.

Nearly two regiments of sailors walked out of the train and organized the team on Platform 2.

Almost immediately following the second troop transport train, an armored train spewed out thick water vapor, slowly sailing into the station like a beast.

There are two fronts in front and rear, and there are only nine carriages in the middle. The front and the carriages in the middle are covered with thick iron armor. There are two armored trains with small-caliber field guns set up above the two carriages. They slowly drove into the station and parked on Platform No. 1.

The commander of the military band waved his right hand with force, and an passionate song "Imperial Naval March" was immediately played.

The door of the armored train opened. In the middle carriages, more than twenty young men wearing traditional imperial aristocratic costumes and swords at their waists walked out slowly. Each of them followed three or five cold and solemn men wearing traditional knight outfits and expressionless faces.

After a while, when the "Imperial Naval March" was about to be finished, the door of the carriage opened in the middle. Two middle-aged men wearing black palace noble dresses, holding heavy royal etiquette scepters, and a stiff face like tinplate, slowly walked out of the carriage with a straightforward step.

They walked out of the car door, stood on both sides of the car door a little left and right.

Then the expressions of the two middle-aged men were stiffer, and every move was as accurate as a machine. The dull old man walked out of the carriage. He walked out of the car door, and the other turned left, then took two steps back.

Holding his head up, the old man said slowly in an extremely high-pitched and majestic voice: "Praise the Queen, the Delun Empire..."

At this moment, the musicians of the military band were as if they were injected with chicken blood, and they gathered their strength to play the national anthem of the Delun Empire. The high-pitched music instantly suppressed the old man's voice, and basically no one on the platform heard what the old man said.

Commander of the Imperial Navy Tulun Fleet, Commander-in-Chief of the Tulun Military Port, Major General Papasi, and a large group of naval officers were wearing military dresses. As early as the first song "The Imperial Navy March" was played, they had already gathered to the north of the parade team, which was close to the carriage door.

The national anthem sounded, and the old man's loud voice had just spoken. Major General Papasi and a group of subordinates straightened their bodies at the same time and saluted a military salute.

A young man wearing a dark blue naval general's dress, with no golden stars representing military rank on his epaulette, but a two battleship Hydra naval shield badge inlaid on one left and right, walked slowly out of the car with more than a dozen young men in the same naval uniform.

The young man in a big dress wore a sword on his waist and a large cloak. Under the military cap, a pair of dark gray eyes were deep and cold, and his eyes were like a knife. He swept past Papasi and other groups of silent naval officers.

"Fancy, exaggeration, have you learned these in Tulum Port?" The young man stood in front of Papasi. He was over six feet or eight inches tall and looked down at Papasi. In just a blink of an eye, Papasi's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his legs began to tremble violently without hesitation.

"Fericket...Your Highness..." Papasi forced a dry smile.

"How is the situation?" Friede's voice was low and hoarse, not as energetic and sunny as a young man in his twenties should have. Instead, he was filled with deep fatigue and suffocating pressure.

"It's very bad, Your Highness." Papasi lowered his voice: "Miss Henniwei did not succeed in that information, but fell into the hands of the Duke of Gassica; Miss Henniwei insisted on her own..."

Filcher interrupted Papasy: "Speak again, how about Heinieve?"

Papasi's waist suddenly bent, and he said anxiously: "Miss Henniwei made a quick decision and wanted to take the opportunity to attack the Weitu family and implement the "People occupy the Magpie's Nest", but because of the treacherous and cunning of the Weitu family, the plan failed. Now Miss Henniwei and His Excellency Hanks have been illegally detained."

Ficket nodded slowly: "Where are our friends?"

Papasi straightened his body and his tone became extremely heavy: "The Wells, Turings, Dorons, Cecils, Haydns, Kabans, and dozens of families following them were arrested. Their assets were seized. Some of their subordinates were captured with conclusive evidence of guilt and were shot dead during the arrest."

Ficky's dark gray eyes suddenly lit up, accompanied by a subtle "crack" sound, a terrible cold air emanated from his body, and the granite floor under his feet was quickly covered with a thin layer of gray borneol.

"Your Highness!" Papasi yelled softly.

The cold light in Flicker's eyes converged and he slowly said, "Where is Hennevi, go to her place first."

Underground black prison of Tulun Port Police Station.

The sixth floor underground.

The wettest, darkest and deepest cell.

The air here is full of suffocating viscous energy. It seems that countless souls are gasping in the air. Seven or eight whale oil lamps were hung in front of the prison door. The fist-sized firelight did not make the place brighter, but instead made people feel more dull and hot.

The heavy iron door full of rust and other dirt was opened, and the rusty door shaft made a loud "rattle" sound, like a monster roaring.

A pungent smell of mold rushed out, and several guards from the Vitu family walked into the cell first, carrying kerosene lanterns. Then Heinie's hysterical curse came from the cell.

Qiao stood at the door of the cell and looked inward.

The cell, which is fifteen or sixteen feet long and wide, is low and wet, with some rusty metal rings fixed on the black walls. Heineve and Hanks are wrapped around their necks and tied with long iron chains, which are fixed to the metal rings like slaves.

The guards hung the horse lanterns on the lamp stand on the wall, and the small cell became bright.

Wind blew in the vent hole in a corner of the cell, the lights of the horse lantern swayed slightly, there was a "squeaking" sound from mice in the vent hole, and the odor in the air became stronger again.

"Joe Rong Weitu!" Hennywei sat on the dirty ground and screamed at Joe with her teeth and claws.

As Joe judged in the lounge, Heinie was on the verge of collapse.

One of his calf was seriously injured and severe pain came like a tide.

Although the wound was bandaged, Henniwei, who has been in a rich and frugal life since childhood, has never been to such a dark, dirty, damp, and dirty... and even a black prison where rats, cockroaches, snails, and slugs appear!

Heinie, and Hanks lying beside her, were really about to collapse.

Ya stood beside Qiao and said coldly: "Because it involves the attack of the wife and the lady, the brothers did not let the brothers do it. As your instructions from the young master, they bandaged their wounds and took some energy-replenishing potions. Now, they should have sufficient physical strength to bear the next inquiries from the young master."

Qiao nodded with satisfaction.

It was related to the attack of Leah and Tifa, Heinevey and Hanks were both nobles, and were intelligence officials of the Admiralty.

The matters that question them are not suitable to be handed over to the escorts of the Vitu family.

"I just used a hearty lunch and then took a short rest." Joe walked into the cell and grinned at Heiniew, who was bleak and dirty, like a mad woman. "So, I'm full of energy now, very full of energy."

"I have completed the instructions from Duke Ross and his father very well. I have done a good job. I have arrested the people who should be arrested, and the things that should be investigated have been investigated almost all... My father said that we should always give other people a chance to make contributions."

Joe walked up to Heiniwei, squatted in front of her and smiled, "So, I have enough time and energy now...but I am not very patient enough to discuss a very serious issue with you."

"Tell me, why did I attack my mother, my sister."

Joe reached out and grabbed Heiniewei's chin, forcing her to look up at him.

"And, your plan is to catch my mother and kill my sister." Joe frowned and looked at Heiniwei in confusion: "Can you tell me what you want to do?"

Ya coughed lightly, he waved his hand, and the guards in the cell walked out, Ya pulled up the prison door with force, so that the guards could stand far away, only he and a few elderly people in the family stood at the prison door.

Heinewei took a deep breath, then spitted on Joe's face.

Qiao raised his right hand and slapped Hennewei cleanly on the face. With a scream, Hennewei fell to the ground, and blood kept flowing from the corner of her mouth.

She opened her mouth and spit out two big white teeth.

"How many dentists are good at Tulum Port, and I can introduce you to them." Joe smiled and said, "Or, do you need an orthopedic doctor more?"

The four-wheeled carriage was "rolling" forward, and the brigade of sailors lined up in an orderly manner, following the carriage and running wildly.

Ficket's voice came from the carriage: "So quickly, hurry up!"

"If they dare to hurt Heinie, I swear...I swear..."
Chapter completed!