This is a rectangular conference room.

Joe followed Stein into the conference room, glanced at him and immediately subconsciously held his breath. There were so many real big shots in Tulun Port in the conference room.

When Qiao walked into the conference room, everyone except two women all looked at him. The conference room that was originally "buzzing" became extremely cold and silent for a moment.

On the right side of the conference room is the wall, and the oak guardrail is shining in the sun.

On the left is a row of more than a dozen floor-to-ceiling windows, facing the street outside. The sunlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, dyed light blue by the blue glass, mixed with the light yellow light emitted by a row of crystal chandeliers on the roof. The light in the room is faintly green, giving people a feeling of demons dancing around.

On the wall facing the conference room door, there is a replica oil painting nearly twenty feet high, "Picture of the Empress of the Empire", holding a crystal ball in her left hand, holding a scepter in her right hand, and the queen wearing a crown squinted her eyes, looking down at everyone in the huge conference room with fierce eyes.

As soon as Qiao entered the door, he saw the huge oil painting that was quite famous in the Medlands continent. Because the protagonist's eyes were too fierce and what she had done over the years, she was deprecated by other countries as a "war dealer ascending the throne".

On the right side of the long rosewood table with oily oil in the conference room, outside the pink mermaid door the night before yesterday, the beautiful woman in red dress was sitting upright on a high-back chair with a gloomy face.

Opposite her was another woman wearing a long black dress with black hair and dark eyes, skin as white as white snow, and her appearance was no less than a red dress. The woman's temperament in a black dress was like an iceberg for thousands of years, making people feel cold in her heart.

The two women sat face to face at the conference table, pursing their lips, their eyes pursed like knives, and they were silently striking in the air. When Qiao walked into the conference room, the only two women remained motionless.

At the end of the long conference table, under the Queen's oil painting, a middle-aged man with a split hair, gray hair, gray eyes, and gray lips. He was like a cold tinplate, making people feel inexplicably depressed.

The director of the first room of the Inspectorate of Tulum Port, Dontes, who is known as the "mad dog", is a powerful figure who scares all officials in Tulum Port.

Next to the woman in a red dress, in a seat closer to Dontes, was an old man in a naval uniform. Joe recognized him, commander of the Imperial Navy Tulun Fleet, the highest commander of the Tulun Military Port, honorary president of the Naval Academy of Tulun Port, and major general of the Imperial Naval Admiral Papasi von Derenberg.

Behind Papasi, close to the oak wall, there were more than a dozen uniformed naval officers standing in a row.

Next to the woman in a black dress, also closer to Dontez, was an old man in a tuxedo, a gray-white wig cover, and was kept in a slight chaotic manner, wearing a gold-framed monocle glasses.

Marquis of Seajac, a foreigner living in Tulum Port, was said to have come to the warm and humid Tulum Port in Tulum Port, which is a warm and humid season.

As far as Joe knows, 30% of the vineyards around Tulum Port are the industries of this low-key marquis. His tentacles also involve the hotel industry, gambling industry, customs and entertainment industry of Tulum Port. There are even rumors that the marquis is involved in certain industries of "redistribution of social wealth".

Behind the Marquis of Seajac were several men with ordinary faces, ordinary clothes and almost no sense of presence.

Their faces were gloomy and their bodies exuded a very uncomfortable atmosphere. They stared straight at the naval officers opposite them with big eyes.

What surprised Joe was that next to the woman in black dress was another big man from Tulum Port. The commander of the local garrison in Tulum Port, the Imperial Army Major General Long Gest, was wearing an iron gray uniform and placed his military cap on the conference table in front of him. He didn't mind his bare Mediterranean head, holding a thin cigar in his mouth and was sucking in mist.

There were also a dozen army officers standing in a row behind Longgust, staring at the navy opposite with bad eyes.

In the conference room, there were still some people with extraordinary temperament standing. Many of them were people who Jo knew, but there were also a few who Jo was not familiar with.

For example, a thin middle-aged man wearing a pinstriped tuxedo, not sitting at the conference table, but standing by the window frames of floor-to-ceiling windows, wearing a pinstriped tuxedo, and even in the room, was still wearing a rolled-brimmed top hat.

Even in the house, even if the sun is shining in Tulum Port today, the man is still leaning against him with an umbrella.

Only the "gentlemen" of the Ice Sea Kingdom will develop this obsessive-compulsive disorder in the continuous rain and rain all year round.

For example, a man in a noble dress was sitting at the conference table, looking at a loss and at a loss, with a red face.

Compared with the relatively simple aristocratic dresses of the Delun Empire, the dresses on this slightly fat man were clearly in the style of the Lutalia region, extremely luxurious, and extremely complex in production. So he should be from the Gallic Republic.

However, the people in these conference rooms, both men and women, were covered in blood in their eyes and were all in a state of distraction. It was obvious that they had not had a rest for a long time.

Stein took Joe into the conference room. He clapped his hands vigorously and said in a deep voice: "Gentlemen, at the request of the special investigation team, the Tulun Port Police Department has drawn elite soldiers to join the investigation team. This is Joe Rong Weitu, one of the best police officers in Tulun Port. I believe that his joining will play a huge role in our investigation."

Papasi, who was sitting at the conference table, knocked on the table hard: "A little rogue who is doing something wrong, Stein, do you think he is the best policeman in Tulum Port? You are malfeasance!"

Papasi said coldly: "Joe, this little rogue, I know his infamous. He is an incompetent, rude, cruel, cruel, lawless villain who wants to destroy social laws and regulations. If it weren't for the malicious indulgence and protection of some people, he would have been on the gallows long ago."

Papasi stared at Joe hard: "If he were on the sea, he would definitely be arrested by the Imperial Navy for pirates and then hung on the mast."

Because of the friction between the navy and the police station in Tulum Port these days, Papasi took the battle without regard for his identity and carried out the most direct and roughest attack on Joe personally.

Longgust, who was holding a cigar in his mouth, coughed, and a army colonel with a bear-back and tiger-backed back behind him raised his head and laughed three times with a 'haha'.

"Incompetent?" the Army Colonel said loudly: "A man who easily defeated more than a dozen 'elite' sailors, can someone dare to say that he is incompetent? If the third-level policeman Joe Rong Weitu is an incompetent person, then the Imperial Navy that he defeated is the scum!"

Papasi jumped up suddenly and punched on the rosewood conference table, leaving half a fist mark on the table. He roared: "Long Gest, take care of your lackeys and don't let them talk nonsense! The glory of the Imperial Navy..."

Longgust jumped higher than Papasi. He punched a big hole in the three-inch-thick rosewood table. His two strokes were like Hessen, with the empire tradition, and his bearded raised high trembled violently.

"The glory of the Imperial Navy is to shell the Tulum Port?"

"Imperial Navy, does there still be glory? Is there any? Ah, who will be responsible for the sacrificed police? Who will be responsible for the innocent citizens who died?"

Longgust slapped the table hard and roared at the top of his lungs: "Who will sacrifice the innocent, the operators of the Imperial Army Military Intelligence Bureau are responsible?"

Papasi's eyes raised and he hissed: "Responsibility is not in the Navy!"

Papasi was a little embarrassed and shouted guiltily: "The old fort has been converted to military and civilian management. Now it is a tourist attraction, not a military management area!"

Longgust said angrily: "Then, those heavy shells were also those who had grown wings and flew out of the naval warehouse by themselves?"

Papasi's face was red and red, like a frog that was irritated and contracted, and he could no longer speak.

Marquis Seajac took off the monocle glasses on the bridge of his nose and said coldly: "So, this is why we formed a special investigation team. Find out the responsible person and see who should bear it. The elites of the Imperial Intelligence Department cannot sacrifice for no reason."

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, a tall man from the Ice Sea Kingdom said dryly: "I agree with His Excellency Seajac's opinion. This incident is a provocation to the Ice Sea Kingdom."

The tall man hugged his hands in front of his chest, his long legs trembled, and said with a little annoyed: "The staff of the Third Military Investigation Bureau of the Kingdom are only performing their daily duties and reporting the security of the operations of the two countries' troops with your army in recent days. This is extremely normal and very necessary for regular intelligence exchanges."

The tall man spread his hands and said angrily: "A group of elites died inexplicably by shelling, and someone must bear the responsibility."

A middle-aged man standing in the corner of the conference room, even Qiao didn't notice him just now, had little presence. Whether it was his clothes or manners, he was obviously just a small person. He raised his right hand humbly and shouted carefully.

"The great Mu Zai Shang, no matter who is responsible, please give the Kingdom of Saint-Shia an explanation!"

"The Consulate General of Tulum Port, the Kingdom of Saint-Shia, from the Consul General to the most ordinary employees, except for the on-duty personnel left behind by the Consulate General... There are a total of 178 people. They just held a normal mid-autumn night celebration dance in the pink mermaid!"

The man's face turned red and his whole body trembled and roared: "This is a provocation to the Kingdom of Saint-Shia! The entire Consulate General is all over!"

Joe rolled his eyes.

The Consulate General of the Kingdom of Saint-Shia was taken down in one fell swoop?

Muthust!

The man wearing a gorgeous aristocratic dress and blushed with face finally found a chance to speak out.

"You cannot delay and shirke such a thing. You must give an explanation to the twenty-seven respected honors of the Republic of Gaul, twenty-seven legal and reasonable investors... The pink fish man, the loss of fixed assets exceeds one million gold marks, the compensation exceeds two million gold marks, the loss of human resources exceeds one million gold marks, and the loss of lost work exceeds two million gold marks!"

The man was like an angry rooster, swaying his body like an epilepsy, waving a piece of white paper, and roaring hysterically.

"Lost money!"

"Lost money!!"
Chapter completed!