Three hours after the assassination at the dock, the air seemed to solidify into a solid building in the two-story building of the General Administration of Customs of Hailan City.

Robert Hurd, general administrator of Hailan City Customs, now feels a splitting headache.

His dock was blown to a trestle, and his morgue had several more bodies, and none of them were the most difficult problems. The most difficult problem now is that his cell was filled with army officers.

The boss's face was covered with clouds, and the staff below were naturally trembling.

From the highest-level assistant to the lowest-level scribe, all the customs clerks in the General Administration buried their heads into the case files on the table as much as possible, and they didn't even dare to take a breath.

In Hurd's office, several directors under the chief executive officer looked solemn, all of whom were just smoking and did not speak.

The office of the highest-ranking customs officer was filled with smoke and clouds, as if thick fog was coming.

Earlier, in this office, when Hurd listened to the directors' report on the dock explosion a few hours ago, there was a pulse-like pain in his head that could not be touched, and the blood vessels in his temples began to rake.

Now, seeing that the commanders under him were all pretending to be dead, Hurd couldn't help but sigh that none of these useless people was reliable. He stood up and opened the window behind him.

The fresh sea breeze cleared the second-hand smoke in the office. Hurd cheered up and asked the customs directors in a deep voice: "Does anyone else have any information they have to add?"

Answer his deathly silent.

Seeing that no one was talking, Hurd frowned and continued, "Then let me summarize. There was an armed fight at the pier this afternoon, and a pier was blown to pieces. Several people died. Not only that, a group of army officers were involved."

"We know almost so much, right? Then the most urgent thing is to deal with the detained Army people and come up with a solution as soon as possible." Hurd leaned on the chair, tapped the table with his fingers, and suddenly sneered: "Is that major general of the Army still yelling to kill us?"

"Uh...yes." The director of the Anti-Smuggling Department nodded carefully. The army officers were invited into the cell that was originally used to detain smugglers, and now he is in charge: "Now General Leighton is resting in my office...but I think if we continue to hold his people, he might really come into the General Administration with his sword."

"Let him come!" Hurd slapped the table hard, shaking the cups, ink bottles and other small objects on the table jumped up inch: "Are you still afraid that the customs officers will not be able to do it?"

"I am afraid of it, but we will not suffer any loss when we fight head-on." The anti-smuggling chief wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a wry smile: "But we can't keep the army's people in the prison of the anti-smuggling company, right? The reputation is not right, and the customs really doesn't matter. I think it's better to just let them go. The army's people seem to cooperate with our investigation. They are all famous officers on the Army's roster. Even if they are released, they will not disappear. It's enough if anyone needs assistance in the investigation and invite them back."

"Let me go, it's light. If the army people bombed the dock, if you let them go today, how could they let us catch it again? I asked me to say that one must be tried one by one. If I can't judge clearly what happened today, no one can think of leaving!" When the anti-smuggling director wanted to release the person, the director of the tax department jumped out.

He firmly disagreed with the proposal of the anti-smuggling director. The two of them have never dealt with each other and are always pointing their fingers at the wheat field.

"Then you go and examine it! You have been reviewing for an afternoon, and have you found something useful? You still don't know what you ask?" The anti-smuggling director was angry and he retorted without hesitation.

"Just a bullshit! Just ask with kind words, what can you ask? These bastards must have something that they didn't say." The tax director blushed and shouted: "General Director General, be punished! Just nod, I'll go to punish now, keep the custody and let these Army messes spit out all the things they know."

"Testing? Do you want to fight with the army?" The anti-smuggling chief yelled and jumped up.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, Hurd punched a crack in the oak table: "Shut up!"

The two customs officials were under one person, and the director above the hundred people closed his mouth and sat back on the chair angrily.

Hurd's head hurts even more now.

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"Hey! What about you! When do you want to lock us up? Why should your customs keep us closed? Let us go!" Andre grabbed the railing of the cell and shouted at the door of the fat and thin two guards. He kicked the prison door angrily, and the walls of the cell were shaken down a pound of dust.

"Master Officer, we are not locking you up." The thin guard laughed and said in a flattering tone: "Please don't make things difficult for us, we are just making a living. Why should we lock you up? How can we do what the team asked us to do?"

"If you don't know, just ask those who know it!"

"The superiors are not here now, and now we are the two of us in the prison. Why don't you let me get some water for you?"

"I'll drink you..."

"Forget it, Andre, come and sit here." Seeing that the thin guard was so slick, Winters didn't want to see Andre being teased by others with words, so he called Andre softly.

Andre snorted coldly, and he realized that although the thin man in front of him was a guy who could not spill in water. He walked straight back to Winters, lay on the ground, closed his eyes, and grabbed two handfuls of wheat straw as pillows.

Winters is now sitting cross-legged on the ground with bare shirtless, and Bud is checking him about the part on his back that the man in black robe hit with a butt.

A knowledge that violates common sense must be mentioned here: even in the future when humans began to use light polymers to make firearms, firearms will still be heavier than cold weapons; assault rifles without bullets weigh at the lightest as well as five kilograms, while Winters' long sword only has three kilograms; let alone this era when wooden stocks are still being used.

So these days, muskets are basically hammers when used in reverse. Many meshmen do not even like to draw swords when they are in hand-to-hand combat, but prefer to swing the butt stock to smash people.

Winters' back was hit by the man in black robe with a butt and didn't hurt much when he first hit him, but now he started to hurt.

"These assassins are so cruel." Bud sighed while smacking his lips and pressing the blue purple position with his fingers: "Does it hurt when I press the force?"

"How can it not hurt? You will also hurt if you get hit." Winters said with a wry smile.

"I mean does a bone hurt?"

"It's okay, it hurts a little, but I can hold it back."

"That's fine, the bones shouldn't be smashed. It's probably because you wrestled with him, so he couldn't exert force." Bard speculated about the situation at that time and gave the doctor's advice: "Even if the bones are really smashed at this position, there is no way to do it. You can only rest. No matter what, keep it honestly for a month and don't mess around."

"That bastard is so shameless. He even secretly wore a breastplate under his robe." The more Winters thought about it, the more angry he became. He was incompetent and furious: "If I were wearing plate armor, could he hurt me?"

Bud helped Winters put on his clothes again as soon as he raised his arms and back, and said casually: "Is that so? I feel that those men in black robes have great sword skills."

This sentence also talks about Winters' heart. Winters recalled the process of fighting with the assassin and said seriously: "It's really amazing. I'm hitting my black-robed man with a stock is very precise in the distance. Moreover, their swords are centered on the sword grid, and the rotation is extremely flexible. If it is a real one-on-one competition, I should not be his opponent. I'm afraid I'll have to let Eke come to win."

"I guess I can't find a few swordsmen who are better than masters in search of the entire bay." Bud said with a smile.

"Haha, that's just a game. We've seen blood. If we really fight, Ike may not be able to play us now." Thinking of Ike, a smile appeared on Winters' face. He said enthusiastically: "My understanding of swordsmanship has reached a new level. If I also carry a short gun like a man in the black robe... I'm not afraid even if I face Ike. Well, one may not be enough, and bringing two will be safer."

"Then do you see how he did not use a fuse to fire the musket?" Bud never figured out this.

"I didn't see clearly, there should be a special design." Winters shook his head. He approached the man in black robe's musket from close range and confirmed that there was no convex on the other party's gun, but he couldn't see clearly the specific structure.

However, Winters remembered the man in black robe on his trestle and said happily: "The man in black robe brought a special musket and was kicked to death by me. If his accomplices don't come to save him, I can still catch a living. When I get out of here, I will put the tips of my boots in iron plates and kick his chin directly to smash the next time."

He boasted with some pride: "I feel more and more that the battle experience with the pirates is very important. Ike really doesn't necessarily have the ability to deal with the two of us now."

"What practical experience is nothing more than developing some skills in killing." Bard did not have Winters' pride. He sighed bitterly: "I can't imagine what would happen if my father and mother knew that I killed someone."

This sentence touched Winters. What if his family knew how many lives he had on his hands? His pride instantly melted.

Winters comforted Bard dryly: "We have been studying in military academy for so many years. Isn't it just learning this skill? Well, there is nothing we can do about it, don't think so much. Just as Andre said, 'use yourself as a tool', it will be better."

At this moment, a surprised and joyful voice suddenly came from the other end of the prison cell, "Major is awake! Wake up!"

A few hours ago, Winters and Major Moritz jumped into the sea to avoid the explosion, but Winters didn't remember that he couldn't swim until he choked on the water.

When he was panicked, his limbs were stomping down on the verge of drowning, his powerful arms grabbed him from behind and dragged him to the water.

Even now when recalling the feeling of drowning in the water, Winters couldn't help but tremble all over.

Winters originally thought it was the major who saved him, but when he was dragged to the shore, he found that it was not the major who saved him, but the old classmate Benwei.

What about the major? The major is no longer visible on the sea. It turns out that the major doesn’t know how to swim!

Benwei had no time to greet Winters, and a sudden man plunged into the water again.

After a while, I saw him floating onto the water with the Major in his arms.

The major who had just been dragged back to the shore didn't even breathe. The dock workers twitched their throats and sucked their nasal cavity, and used all the means they could think of before pulling the major back from the underworld.

But after the major briefly recovered his consciousness and breathing, he fell into a coma again.

Then the army warrant officers were surrounded by customs guards who rushed to the sound. The unknown warrant officers confronted the more unknown customs guards.

After negotiation, Brigadier General Layton ordered the warrant officers to "go to the customs with dignity to cooperate with the investigation." As for how it was considered dignified, the Brigadier General did not say anything.

So the warrant officers were not searched, and they were politely "invited" to the cell of the anti-smuggling company without their luggage.

Major Moritz was supposed to follow Brigadier General Layton to "rest" in the anti-smuggling chief's company, but the major was still in a coma, so he stayed in the cell and was taken care of by the warrant officers.

The major who had just woken up was very weak, his eyes were barely opened, his mouth was half open, and his lips were trembling slightly.

"Water, bring the water quickly." The classmate who was holding the major quickly called for help.

The thin guards poured a glass of water quickly, and the warrant officers handed over to the person in front of the major. Everyone hurriedly supported the major and sat half-sitted, carefully feeding the major.

The water dripped into the major's mouth little by little, and the warrant officers all breathed a sigh of relief.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Unexpectedly, the stone in my heart had just fallen to the ground, and the little water that was fed to the major was spit out by the major.

Everyone was stunned.

Seeing that the water fed in was spitting out again, Winters was also stunned.

But when he looked at the major's haggard face, there seemed to be a flash of inspiration in his mind, and suddenly he opened his mind. In an instant, he figured out what was going on.

The major wants to drink!

Winters shouted to the two guards: "Wine! Come with wine! Don't have water! Come with wine!"

"Master, where can I get you a drink?" The guard of the slaughter said helplessly: "I don't even drink alcohol, can you just drink water?"

"(swear words)! If you can't make it happen, go find your boss!" Seeing that the traitor dared to play tricks with him at this time, Winters was already furious, and he shouted loudly: "Get the wine! Otherwise, I will kill you!"

The two guards were so scared that their faces turned pale, and the guards quickly left the cell.

He came back soon, with Brigadier General Layton and the head of the cell.

The prison door creaked open, and Brigadier General Leiden walked to Major Moritz, and he was relieved when he saw the major regaining consciousness.

The warrant officers poured the wine brought by the Major General into the cup and fed it little by little to Major Moritz.

This time the major did not spit it out anymore, and his throat moved up and down, obviously drinking it.

Winters felt a hint of relief on the major's face, tears seemed to be rolling in his eyes, and his face became much better.

The major drank a large glass of red wine before signaling the students not to feed him anymore.

When Brigadier General Layton saw Major Moritz's condition improved significantly after a glass of wine, he held his arms and asked with concern: "Major Moritz, how do you feel now? Can you speak?"

Unexpectedly, the major turned a deaf ear to the words of Brigadier Layton and ignored Brigadier Layton at all. The Major General's face immediately became a little angry.

Winters explained sadly to Brigadier General Layton:

"General, the major is deaf."
Chapter completed!