On the night of the seventeenth, the Navy Club.

When the special investigation team was established, in the chaotic conference hall, this guy named Yanan Don Saint-Frando was like a typical lower class figure, wearing an inconspicuous coat, standing in the corner of the conference hall, with weak protests and complaints.

The Consulate General of the Kingdom of Saint-Shia in Tulum Port was completely destroyed. Yanan claimed to be a small employee of the Consulate General and temporarily acted as a plenipotentiary representative to file a complaint against the Delun Empire, protesting against the atrocities, and applying for compensation.

Is this kind of humble and inconspicuous little person who actually calls himself the Envoy of St. Shia?

Moreover, he instigated another attack on Qiao without hesitation.

The means used were so violent - on the street, a shotgun was shot at Qiao with a hundred-inch army field cannon.

Unlike the Navy.

The navy emphasizes giant ships and cannons. Relying on large ships as launching platforms, the navy's ship gun caliber is far greater than that of the army's field guns.

The field artillery of 100 millimeters, placed in the Delun Empire Army, is already the largest caliber of conventional artillery that can appear on the battlefield. This type of field artillery is mainly used to bombard important enemy strongholds, such as small castles.

Used to shell a man!

Qiao's heart was angry and his mind was full of malice. He raised his foot and stepped on Yanan's stomach.

Yanan let out a loud cry of pain, his face turned pale and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

He held his stomach with both hands, his body twitched, and raised his head and looked at Qiao with difficulty: "I ask that according to the Public Diplomacy Law, you must..."

"The Public Law of Diplomacy?" Qiao raised his baton and slapped Yanan's right hand with a stick. A terrible sound of fractures sounded, and Yanan's right forearm was bent to ninety degrees.

His palms were bleeding quickly, and in one breath, a blue silt appeared under the skin of his palms.

In the yard behind Qiao, a middle-aged man in a naval uniform saw the battle calmed down. He turned around and walked to the gate of his yard, and said to Qiao very seriously: "This police officer, in accordance with the Public Diplomacy Law..."

Qiao turned around suddenly, and an uncontrollable anger made his brain burn a little hot.

He waved the heavy baton in his hand and shouted at the middle-aged man: "I don't care who you are, I don't care what your identity is in the Ice Sea Kingdom Consulate. Go back to your nest, or I will chop you up and go fishing for sharks!"

Dozens of Vitu's guards aimed at the middle-aged man at the same time.

The middle-aged man who had always acted quite gentlemanly and even had a bit of intentional pretentious behavior suddenly turned pale. He raised his hands high and raised his chin slightly helplessly.

"Well, well, the kind Muteste is above...I hope, you can understand what you are doing. You are making mistakes..."

‘Boom, boom’!

Qiao snatched the short gun from the guards beside him and shot out two consecutive shots. He shot out two dirt pits the size of a bowl in front of the middle-aged man's left and right toes.

"My marksmanship is very bad. The next shot, I think I will be targeted!" Qiao stuffed the short gun back to the guard and snatched another double-barrel musket full of ammunition.

The middle-aged man turned around and left without saying a word. Obviously, his heart was full of anger, so when he walked, his right crutch was heavily stuck on the ground with a dull sound of "bang bang".

Qiao raised his hand and two more shots were shot out.

One shot hit the crutch in the middle-aged man's hand, and the crutch made of ebony was blown into two pieces; the other shot, indeed, was off the target, and Qiao actually shot the middle-aged man's small building with one shot, shattering a street light on the door frame.

Qiao spun the short gun on his finger and said loudly at a volume that the middle-aged man could hear clearly: "Prepare for the scapegoat. If someone reports the case and says someone shoots in his yard, let the scapegoat squat in the black prison... prepare more witnesses to prove that the scapegoat fired the gun!"

The guards of the Vitu family blew a whistle and gloatly looked at the middle-aged man whose face turned green, not sure whether it was because of fear or anger.

Let go of the nosy Ice Sea King's officer, Qiao handed the short gun back to the guard, turned around and laughed at Yanan again.

"I wouldn't be too angry if it were just shelling me."

"But you, not only want to kill me, your people, but also attack Tifa, your people, and you run to the mountainous area and attack my dear mother."

"Ah, Tifa is an extremely violent guy. I think the people you sent out must not know this. It's hard for me to imagine what they are now. But Riya, my dear mother, she is so gentle, so beautiful, so cute, and so harmless!"

Qiao swung the baton, and amid Yanan's screams, he blatantly smashed Yanan's left forearm and two calves in public.

Yanan was in great pain, his body twitched violently, his eyes were fluttering, and he was about to faint.

A sailor squatted down, he took out a handful of mixed tobacco foam, lit it, and blew the thick smoke into Yanan's nostrils. The pungent tobacco smell made Yanan cough violently, his eyes were congested, and he was forced back from the edge of fainting.

"It's not me, it's not me!" Yanan no longer had the invisible arrogance he had just now.

The so-called "unspeaking" of the plenipotentiary of the Kingdom of Saint Hia to the Delun Empire, he would not say a word of declaration, but now it has become a joke.

His limbs were violently broken, and Yanan couldn't help but shed tears, and saliva continued to seep out of the corners of his mouth. He cried in a low voice: "I did nothing, I did nothing... What kind of shelling? What kind of assassination? I don't know, it's all okay with me!"

"I didn't take any action against Tifa or Liya."

"Not me, not me...I'm just a little person who doesn't have much power..."

Joe raised his baton and broke one of Yanan's thigh bones.

A little person with little power?

The great Mu Zai Shang, in Tulun Port, as a foreigner, can get a 100-inch army field cannon. Do you think you are a little man with little power?

Are you coaxing the ghost?

Qiao was angry in his heart, so he was ruthless in his actions.

Yanan let out a terrible howl again, and he twitched and shouted at Qiao: "Be a person, for the sake of the kind Muteste, be like a person, why are you so cruel?"

"In front of so many people and in front of so many diplomats from all over the world, you violently kill the diplomats of the Kingdom of Saint-Shia!"

"Even if you ignore the Public Diplomacy Law, please respect the "Medeland Noble Convention". I am a member of the St. Frando family in the Kingdom of Saint-Shia. I have the title of the Baron of the Kingdom, and I deserve the treatment that the nobles deserve!"

Joe shook his head, looking down at his twitching, his clothes were messy, and his pants were soaked with a odorous liquid, and snorted coldly: "Last night, hundreds of people in the Royal Naval Club of Port Tulum were testified for me. You are just a small employee of the Consulate General of the Kingdom of St. Shea in Port Tulum."

"You are just a tiny little person."

"The Public Diplomacy Law cannot protect you, an unknown and humble little person, the Medland Noble Convention, why should you protect such a damn bitch like you?"

Yanan opened his mouth wide and gasped violently.

Joe stuffed the baton directly into Yanan's mouth and almost stabbed it directly into his throat.

Yanan's breathing became extremely difficult, his face turned red quickly, and his eyes began to become congested. He wanted to struggle, but his limbs were violently interrupted by Qiao, and he was unable to struggle at all.

"Tell me why I am bombarding me. Tell me all the causes and consequences, and you can get timely treatment."

Qiao looked at Yanan with a gloomy face: "I don't have time to talk to a fool like you. I've been talking dozens of times, don't you speak, are you seeing those two little cuties with thirty-five millimeters? I'll let one of them gently enter your body, and then make a 'bang' sound..."

"Would you like to go from the front or from the back?" Qiao's smile was like a ghost at this moment.

"I only say dozens of times, respected Mr. Diplomat... After ten times, you will enjoy the most creative death penalty in Medland's history. I'm in a hurry to visit my sister, and I remember to visit my mother, so I don't have time to play with you, do you understand?"

Qiao suddenly lowered his voice and stared at Yanan, who had a fierce look on his face: "I believe you are a nobleman, I believe you are the envoy of Saint-Shia with a special mission, but what's the point? I can find ten thousand people to prove that I don't know your identity... You resisted stubbornly when I captured you, and then were killed by random cannons!"

"I can find ten thousand witnesses, and you... you are helpless!"

Qiao Yi waved his hand.

The Saint Shia who were captured at the same time as Anan, before they could even scream, were wiped off their necks by these sophisticated, familiar, ruthless sailors.

Blood soaked the land.

Yanan's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle pointer, and he looked at Qiao with disbelief.

He finally understood that Joe was different from everyone he had met in the past, and this guy... turned out to be crazy!

"Dear, Mr. Qiao." As soon as Qiao pulled out the baton, Yanan gasped and said to Joe extremely seriously in an extremely calm and powerful tone without the previous crying and panic tone. "Behind me is the Kingdom of Saint-Shia! The entire Medland is the only powerful kingdom qualified to be called "Saint"!"

"You're dead!" Qiao looked at Yanan who suddenly replied to normal, and raised the baton in his hand with melancholy eyes.

"You're dead." Qiao gritted his teeth and was about to whip Yanan's head with all his might, when the sound of horse hooves came over, and a team of more than a dozen fast horses ran towards the street.

"In the name of the empire." A handsome young man with two exquisite beards rushed to the front, and while Ce cavalry ran, he shouted loudly: "I am Mels von Dolanburg, director of the First Room of the Foreign Affairs Department of the Derren Empire in Tulun Port."

"Class 3rd level policeman Joe, I order you to release all the diplomats of San Chia."
Chapter completed!