On August 21, a trace of white fish belly just appeared at the junction of the eastern sea and sky.

Near New Pier No. 3, two long artificial breakwaters circle a large area of ​​sea area. The beach nearly three miles wide in the middle of the breakwater is shaded by green trees, and long buildings with red bricks and red walls are neatly arranged by green trees.

This is the Royal Naval Academy of Tulum Port.

More than twenty small frigate-level training ships were lazily curled up on the berth, and several sailors in shorts and sea soul shirts were walking barefoot on the pier, pulling thin ropes from the cable piles from time to time, pulling up the fishing cages that were sunk in the sea, and checking the fishing catches last night.

Several main battleships of the Jiasica Island squadron were quietly parked on the distant sea surface, forming a battle array shelling formation, aiming at these training ships on the side. Although the gun door was not opened, this shelling array still showed a strong malice.

‘One, one, one, one, two one’!

The high-pitched roar and neat running broke the tranquility of the morning.

Teams of sailors were wearing shorts, short sleeves, light training boots, and lined up in neat rows. They ran out of the dormitory in high spirits and started morning exercises and long-distance running on the trail surrounding the entire college.

Amid the sound of the trumpet of "drip", several etiquette soldiers raised the national flag of the Delun Empire in a stern manner on the playground in the middle of the academy, and then raised the Imperial Navy flag.

The sailors in the long-distance running began to shout the slogans of "Long live Her Majesty the Queen" and "Long live the Imperial Navy" under the leadership of the squad leader.

The loud slogans penetrated the cool air in the morning and followed a small window that was only the size of a bowl, and entered the confinement room of the Naval Academy Military Discipline Inspection Department.

In the confinement room with three feet wide, eight feet long, and eight feet high, and in the shape of a coffin, there is only a narrow single bed for people to curl up and a simple flush toilet.

The air was filled with a pungent strange smell. The morning breeze came in with slogans, and the cool wind also took away some of the strange smell from the small window, and at the same time woke up Mesinglade lying on the single bed.

A few days ago, at the Naval Club, Mesinglade saw Joe who was "into" the club in a big way. He was so passionate that he was like a vicious dog protecting his own territory. He moved the large blue and white porcelain vase on the aisle on the second floor of the Naval Club and smashed it into Joe's head.

Then, Mesinglade jumped down from the second floor and attacked Joe with all his strength.

He didn't expect that he had opened up a sea of ​​strength two months ago, and his own strength with more than a thousand pounds was thrown out of the street by Qiao.

What's even more unlucky is that he was ordered to be locked up by the senior naval officials present because of the dispute he deliberately provoked.

This is the first time Messinglade has been detained.

A small, dark room like a coffin, can't bathe, can't change clothes, can't climb over the wall to escape from the academy at night, go to the Golden Anchor Club, or pink mermaids, or other lively bars to find those hot and charming little girls.

Three meals a day, only black bread and water...

Even if he was Mesinglade, he was a naval warrant officer during his internship, and even if he was the young master of the Wells family, he was locked in a lockdown room, he could not enjoy any privileges.

The Imperial Navy was also a member of the Imperial Army, and the military discipline of the Delun Empire was undoubtedly extremely strict.

"Joe...I'm going to kill you!"

Mesinglade gritted his teeth, slowly got up from the single bed, and then began to stretch his body with all his might.

He was sore all over his body that Mesinglade moved his body a little, and a crisp sound of rubbing joints could be heard all over his body. He gritted his teeth, moved his body hard, and then kicked the three-inch thick iron door in the confinement room hard.

"Bastard, let me out! Damn, that guy, that guy is Joe Rong Weitu, our Naval Academy rival, I am bringing glory to the academy, I am venting my anger to the brothers... These damn old bastards! Old idiots!"

The sound insulation of the lock-in room is good, especially this thick iron door, which has excellent sound insulation performance.

Messinglade cursed the senior executives of the Naval Academy one by one, from the dean, vice president, director of various departments to professors in various departments.

These damn bastards, when they accepted the "Military Condolences" given by the Wells family during the holidays, they all smiled happily, saying that they were good friends of the Wells family!

Good friend, this is how the master of the Wells family is treated?

"Joe...I'm going to kill you... Then, whether it's Tifa or Weima, I won't let it go." Mesinglade gritted his teeth and suddenly giggled.

He remembered what the head of the family Model mentioned some time ago when the clan members of the family's core circle gathered.

The Imperial Navy was preparing to prepare its own marine troops, and the navy spent a lot of military expenditure over the years, so it invested a lot. The scale of the first batch of marines was about thirty standard combat divisions.

Messinglade will join the first Marines as a seed officer.

Under the operation of the Wells family and under the care of elders who had joined the Navy in the past few years, Mesinglade is expected to master a combat brigade in just a few years.

The military chief of a combat brigade is equivalent to the rank of colonel!

"Joe, I will definitely kill you!" Mesinglade was detained for several days and was almost driven crazy by this small confinement room. He pounded the iron door of the confinement room with both hands, and kept making crazy "haha" laughter.

‘Bang’!

The small window on the iron door suddenly opened, and a pair of deep eyes suddenly appeared in front of Mesinglade.

Messinglade shivered in fear, jumped backwards a sudden step, almost stepping into the simple toilet.

"who?"

"Warning Officer Messinglade?" A cold and erratic voice came in from the small window.

"It's me...you are..." Mesinglade looked carefully at the deep eyes.

"The Wells family is about to be destroyed. Your tribe, except for doing business and staying in other provinces, have been caught in one go... In view of the contributions made by the Wells family to the navy over the years, you should escape."

"The Duke of Gassica blocked the entire Port of Tulum. But I think that with the hidden power of the Wells family in Port of Tulum, if you only protect yourself, you should be able to do it."

"Remember your enemy...the one who led people to break through the Wells family and captured your tribe is Joe!"

"Joe Jun Weitu... He also beat Mr. Van Luerson seriously injuring him in public... He is your father, isn't he?"

With a "bang", the small iron window suddenly closed, and then the sound of the key sash was rotated from the heavy iron door. After a few breaths, the iron door was slowly pulled outward.

Mesinglade stood in the confinement room in a daze, and then he shuddered.

Is the Wells family about to collapse?

Are the Wells family members almost all caught?

His father, Van Luerson, an armed sailor in charge of managing the Wells family, Van Luerson, who is responsible for commanding the family's armed forces, and Van Luerson, one of the most powerful giants in the Wells family, was seriously injured by Joe's little mafia in public?

Messinglade gasped in a low breath and rushed out the door quickly.

Outside the iron gate, there are long corridors on both sides of the corridor. On both sides are closed iron doors, and inside are small confinement rooms.

The corridor was hundreds of feet long, and Mesinglade heard no footsteps. The person who had just opened the door of the confinement room for him had disappeared without a trace, as if he had never appeared before.

Messinglade gritted his teeth and hurried towards the exit of the corridor.

In the past, there would be a college gendarmerie on duty here, but today, there was no one on the post at the exit.

Mesinglade lowered his head and quickly followed the path he was most familiar with to the most secluded corner of the academy. He climbed up the academy wall in a few seconds, and then jumped gently from the wall.

Following the cover of bushes of wood, Mesinglade quickly ran over a period of defense and bypassed a secluded small road. He turned into a small alley, then climbed over the wall and entered a small yard.

By the time he came out of the back door of the small yard, he had already put on a neat dress.

This small courtyard was a small base that Mesinglade had just entered the Naval Academy, so he had sneaked and thoughtful to arrange for the small base that he could climb over the wall to have fun at night.

He can't wear a student uniform to hang out with a bar, right?

Wearing a wide-brimmed top hat and a cane in his right hand, Mesinglade hurriedly shuttled through the alleys.

He is a real native of Tulun Port. He grew up in Tulun Port since he was a child. In every alley, there are traces of him fighting and bullying men and dominating women, so he is very familiar with the path.

He first went to the headquarters of the Chamber of Commerce under the Wells family. A large group of soldiers stood at the entrance of the Chamber of Commerce building near the Old Pier No. 1, which had been seized.

Mesinglade turned around and left. He went to a stronghold of the armed sailors of the Wells family near Old Pier 1. There were several large yards filled with Wells family's subordinates.

The doors of several yards were also full of soldiers. Even through the open doors, Mesinglade saw the yard in a mess, and there were traces of field gun shotguns bombardment on the walls of the yard.

"Damn it, damn it..." Mesinglade murmured and cursed, gritting his teeth and hurriedly crossing the small half of Tulun Port, looking for several secret family strongholds in his memory.

Military and police stood at the doors of several strongholds, and there were signs of fighting outside.

Messinglade felt his mouth dry and his body shivered slightly, looking for the next stronghold.

He had to contact the family, he had to figure out what was going on.

"Help, help... I surrender, I surrender..."

A shrill roar came from the intersection ahead, and a large man covered in blood and ugly looking limped and escaped from a fork.

"I surrender myself, I confess...Mr. Police... Help..."

‘Bang, bang, bang…’ At least twenty double-tube muskets were quickly activated, and the dense lead bullets made the man fly up, and his whole body kept spewing out of his blood.

Messinglad looked at the big man who was blown away in a daze.

The leader of the Fox Gang, an underground gang in Tulum Harbor, is one of the outer minions of the Wells family...

At the intersection, there were more than a dozen military policemen. Vic was beaten to death in the street, and none of these military police moved.
Chapter completed!