When Ivan pretended to be a good citizen.

There are two steam locomotives in front and behind each, with extremely abundant power. A large train with a noble family emblem hung on the body, and they drove across the Lanyin River iron bridge at lightning.

In the cold wind, a group of nearly a hundred bridge-protecting policemen riding war horses restrained the war horses standing against the iron bridge guardrail, silently paying attention to the special train that was speeding past.

The special train rolled up a strong wind, and a few cold and biting water droplets floated in the wind, hitting Yankee Baker's face heavily.

Yang Kerr, the former director of the Imperial South Station Police Station and the current director of the Datie Bridge Branch, looked at the speeding train with a dull expression. When the water column fell on his face, he shivered and shivered. He had good eyesight. With a glance, he could see the huge shield-shaped family emblem on the carriage.

Judging from the shape, it should be the herald of a real-powered marquis family; on both sides of the gilded shield-shaped herald, there is a faint snake pattern, which means that this herald belongs to a real-powered marquis with imperial royal blood.

"Puff!" Yang Keel waited until the train ran away, and then he carefully spitted on the river surface outside the guardrail.

He didn't dare to do this in front of the special train.

This was clearly a special train booked by the Marquis of Real Power with royal blood. If he spits, he is accidentally seen by a big man who is so idle on the train... It will be another huge trouble.

He had been sent from the South Station Police Station, which was well-off and had been sent to guard the Da Iron Bridge.

He didn't want to be sent to him again... The empire's remote areas have gone to the world. If those big men really want to punish him, there are too many places waiting for him that are worse than death.

By the way, in this cold and windy day, patrolling the iron bridge that lasts dozens of miles is already worse than death.

From Tulun Port, Viglar, the inspector general of the Southern Special Administrative Region, was in the middle of the special train that was booked in his own name. In the luxuriously furnished carriage, Weima sat on a brocade sofa with her nose pressed against the glass window, and was curiously looking at the scenery outside.

Weima's eyes were also very good, and the train whizzed by. She saw clearly the face of the team of policemen who protected the bridge, which was blown by the cold wind.

"Tifa, look, they are so pitiful... In such a cold weather, there is no cover on the river..." Although it was in the warm carriage like spring, Weima still couldn't help but shudder.

"The weather in the north is so terrible. They still have to patrol this bridge, which is so pitiful." Weima sighed heavily.

Tifa sat on a sofa opposite Vima, with a few copies of newspapers that he had just published today when he was passing by Ruhr.

She was examining the news and various gossips in the newspaper word by word. After listening to Weima's words, she said coldly: "The letter from Qiao last time? Didn't you read it? Among the people in charge of guarding the bridge, there are enemies who have bad intentions towards him."

Weima's little face suddenly wrinkled into a ball? She looked at the gray world outside the window? She shouted: "Then, the wind is stronger? I'll freeze them to death... Well, what a terrible weather... they deserve it."

At the end of the car? The two carriage links.

Hesen, who was wearing only one shirt, was carrying his hands? He stood by the car door with a big cigar in his mouth, his face as quiet as an ancient well, his eyes slightly dissipated? He looked at the scenery flashing outside the window.

"Heidra Fort!" Hesen muttered in a low voice: "Ha? I really didn't expect that I would still have the day to come to Heidra Fort."

He reached out to take off the cigar, gently flicked the cigarette butt in the crystal ashtray on the short table beside him, and bounced the ash more than an inch long into the ashtray? He stuffed the cigar into his mouth again.

Hesen murmured: "What did this kid Qiao do? Hum? Well, over the years, I spent so much money to get the title of Junker... What did he do? A Marquis of Military Merit with a True Marquis?"

"Change from Rongke? Turning into Teutonic... the difficulty here? Hiss!" Hesen slashed: "Si Gengsi, this bastard, didn't tell me the detailed experience... Those imitation taboo things are indeed a bit higher, and they are not as stingy as this."

"Or, he doesn't know what Joe did?" Hesen shook his head with a headache.

"But, I'm about to arrive in Fort Hydera soon... I know everything when I see Joe." Hesen narrowed his eyes, reached into his pocket with his right hand, took out a big gold coin worth ten, and flew gently with his thumb in his right hand. The gold coin rolled and flew more than two feet high. He spread his palm and held it in his palm, and then flicked it lightly.

The gold coins rolled and flew up, just like the wheels of a special train rolling rapidly, getting closer and closer to Heidra Fort.

In Tulum Port, after receiving an invitation to the New Year's Dinner of Hydra Palace inexplicably, Hessen left Leah to sit at home and set off with Tifa and Weima.

Hesen, who was puzzled, just wanted to arrive at Fort Heidra as soon as possible.

He simply spent a lot of money to book a special train in the name of Viglar and set off overnight. He also traveled day and night along the way, except for replacing and repairing the steam locomotive head, without any stopping along the way.

The closer to Heidra Fort, the more complicated Hessen's thoughts are.

The loud whistle sound came from the front and back of the special train. The fronts of the four steam locomotives opened the gate at the same time, and high-temperature steam sprayed out, and the speed gradually slowed down. In the dark shadows ahead, the lights were so eye-catching.

The speed of the special train is getting slower and slower. With the low "bang sniff", under the light beams projected by dozens of concentrated gas lamps, the special train gradually entered the Imperial Capital South Station and slowly stopped on a platform dedicated to the aristocratic trains.

The huge gas lights illuminated the platform, and over a hundred four-wheeled carriages were parked on the platform, forming a long row. Several old men from the Vitu family who followed Qiao to Fort Heidra stood on the platform, with dozens of family guards following him.

Behind them were hundreds of soldiers from the Blood Axe Team who were energetic and cold-blooded.

These soldiers were scattered on the platform, driving the staff of the Imperial Capital South Station and more than a dozen policemen from the South Station. Several police officers from the South Station with great ranks looked at the slowly stopped train with gray faces, but could not get closer.

"Tifah, Weima, get ready to get off the car." Hessen turned around and shouted at the car: "Tifah, stare at Weima and let her wear two more coats... The weather in Hedra Fort is completely different from Tulum Port."

Two burly men walked over, holding Hessian clothes in their hands.

Hessy and quickly put on his close-fitting vest and a formal jacket. After hesitating for a moment, he curled his lips, grabbed a heavy bear fur coat, and wrapped it around him randomly.

"As for the local customs, hum," Hesen muttered in a low voice: "Let your brothers be careful and don't lose your luggage, especially the sausages and bacon made by Riya himself..."

The door of the special train that lasted twenty-four festivals was opened, and teams of subordinates of the Weitu family lined up in an orderly line, carrying a large number of luggage and bags, and amid the low shouts, the subordinates of the Weitu family lined up neatly on the platform.

On the platform, the soldiers of the Blood Axe Team looked at the hands of the Qiao Ben family curiously.

According to some unspoken rules of the Medland Continent, Blood Axe Marcos defected to Qiao, and the Blood Axe War Chapter was naturally Qiao's subordinate. However, the Blood Axe War Chapter was definitely not a subordinate of the Weitu family. The subtle differences here are very subtle.

Or to put it this way, the Blood Axe Team would obey any orders of Joe, but the words of Hessen, the head of the Wittu family, would not work well before them. The division of internal forces of the Medeland family is so subtle and special.

The soldiers of the Blood Axe Team were all elite soldiers dug out from the army by Marcos.

They also knew that Qiao was born into a large family in Tulun Port in the south, and his family was extremely powerful.

When they were in Heidra Fort, these soldiers also fought side by side with the family guards of Joe brought to Heidra Fort. Not long ago, they even joined forces to fight with the police from the North District Branch of the Imperial Capital.

The soldiers of the Blood Axe Team were arrogant in their hearts.

The family guards around Qiao are all good at personal strength alone.

But when it comes to cooperation with each other and discipline, the family guards around Qiao are obviously far inferior to the Blood Axe Team.

This time, Hesse brought nearly a thousand entourages.

These subordinates of the Weitu family lined up to walk down the special train. The soldiers of the Blood Axe War Team used professional gaze to judge the strength of these new Weitu family subordinates.

Gradually, the soldiers of the Blood Axe War Group had sharp eyes and their attitudes gradually became serious.

The nearly 1,000 men brought by Hessen are all elite.

They had the extremely familiar smell of the warriors of the Blood Axe Team.

These guys are definitely from elite soldiers. From the aura they unintentionally reveal, it can be judged that these guys have participated in many battles, and their lives are not much smaller.

The soldiers of the Blood Axe Team couldn't help but squeaking their mouths at the same time.

It is indeed a wealthy and rich family... that has actually recruited so many elite troops in the army.

Tsk, it seems that in the future, you have to do your best to do your best to do your best, otherwise wouldn’t you lose the face of the Blood Axe Team?

After all the followers were already waiting in line on the platform, Hesen then held a big cigar in his mouth and spitted smoke. He grabbed Weima's little hand with one hand, followed by Tifa, and walked slowly out of the middle carriage surrounded by dozens of master guards.

"Where is Joe?" Hesen glanced at the platform.

Except for a few of the family's elders, Qiao, Sigens and Ya, they were all not there.

An old man from the family, who had a burly body, had one eye and half of his ear, stepped forward two steps, approached Hesen's ear, and muttered a few words in a low voice.

Hesen's face became extremely... wonderful.

He stared at the old man in the family: "Joe... has hooked up with Sallyan, the grandson of the Imperial Emperor? He is now... following Sallyan and I don't know where he went? Is this news that Si Gengsi sent back?"

The burly man nodded heavily, spread his hands and made a helpless expression.

Hesen looked around in a daze, spitting the cigar in his mouth heavily on the ground, and stepped on it with a fierce step.

‘Bang’, a footprint half a foot deep fell on the platform paved with strong reinforced concrete.

The South Station official who was blocked from behind and walked forward twitched his face hard, showing a very heartache expression.

"Go to the station, um, don't freeze Weima." Hesen drooped his eyelids and patted Weima's little head, who was looking around.
Chapter completed!