Chapter 55 (1/2)

Forty eight palm street.

Yes, it's just across the street from the small building where Miss Verona lives.

The same neat palm trees, the same neat flower beds, a few white umbrellas like the wings of seagulls, circle a comfortable leisure place in the palm trees.

A small enamel inlaid round table was placed under the umbrella, filled with fresh fruit and bottles of good wine.

The wine bottle has a pale yellow label with a dark blue seal.

This is the forfeiture seal of the customs anti smuggling team of port Tulun.

Every year, every month, and every day, there are small smugglers who are lucky enough to try to deliver all kinds of high-priced goods that are not willing to pay taxes according to law to the port of Tulun.

The anti smuggling team of port Tulun customs is the enemy of these small smugglers.

Once they are caught, all the goods will be stamped with the confiscation seal and the state-owned enterprises will be confiscated. And these little smugglers, they will be in the black prison of the anti smuggling team, the last fountain su.

As the squadron leader of the anti smuggling team, Sinbad naturally has the right to take out a small amount of good things from the warehouse of confiscated goods and give himself and his subordinates some benefits.

This is a matter of course. The officers of the customs and the upper echelons of the anti smuggling team know it well. No one will say anything more.

Sinbad is lying on the chair beside the small round table, holding a natural crystal red wine cup in his right hand, slowly shaking the brick red wine in the glass, and occasionally taking a sip.

”Wine that costs nothing tastes different.” As a native of the port of Tulun, the ancestor is simbada of the mountain people on the jiaxijia Island, which has a distinctive appearance characteristics of the jiaxijia mountain people.

Black skin, slightly reddish complexion, a little curly black hair, two small whiskers, pointed thin, high in the nose. The bridge of the nose is a little bit collapsed, and the eyes are deeply sunken. The two gray eyes blink and blink, and the small eyes are wandering, with a bit of shrewdness.

To tell you the truth, Sinbad looks like the monkey on the shoulder of sgens. It's not very good.

He was just five feet and five inches tall, barely reaching the height limit of the local Aboriginal men in port Tulun. With his face, he was shriveled, obscene and detestable.

On the other couch beside him was a tall, snow-white, blonde girl with a pretty face. She was almost six feet tall, much taller than Sinbad.

Chuliye, port Tulun just emerged last year. A little famous Ballerina has participated in two large-scale ballets, in which she is just a second-line supporting actress.

But because of her outstanding appearance, her height, and her long legs, she quickly became Sinbad's lover. She moved out of the public dormitory rented by the ballet company and moved to this luxurious single house.

”Honey, you don't seem to be in a good mood?” Chuliye yawned lazily. She sat up and picked up a piece of top-grade raw ham with a pure silver toothpick on the small round table and fed it to Sinbad's mouth.

Sinbad opened his mouth, bit off the ham and chewed it hard.

”I'm a little worried Damn it, I shouldn't have done that, but I can't refuse that man. What can I do? Uncle modle can't refuse her

Sinbad was a little flustered.

Yesterday morning, it was he who arranged for a group of dozens of people to board the armed anti smuggling ship of the anti smuggling team to land at the small dock in the back beach area.

In this special period, the whole area around the mountain, including the foreshore and the back beach, has been tightly sealed off.

If it had not been for Sinbad's arrangement, these immigrants would not have been able to get close to Mount St. Hilde.

What worries Sinbad is that he did not report to his uncle, modle, because of the order of the Lord. Everything was done in private.

Shortly after the men landed, Sinbad received the news that Leah, the mother of the wits, had been attacked in the middle of the mountain.

The news channel of the wells family was extremely well-informed. Sinbad knew exactly the whole process of the attack. She knew that dozens of people in army uniform who pretended to be the garrison in port Tulun attacked Liya by setting a checkpoint on the mid mountain road.

However, these idiots were preempted by the guards of the wits' family. Most of them were killed by a fire. A dozen of them were captured alive. Then they were quickly transferred by the witus family and detained in secret places that the wells family could not find out.

I hope those guys can bear the words and deeds of the wits.

But Sinbad has no hope for their integrity.

Vito family, may soon find themselves?

But there's nothing to be afraid of.

He is a direct member of the Welles family. He is also the elite of the young generation trained by the wells family. More importantly, he is a serious imperial official.The squadron leader of the customs anti smuggling team is equivalent to the rank of lieutenant in the land and navy of the Empire. However, the actual power and jurisdiction of the squadron leader are much stronger than those of the large uniformed soldiers.

How dare the wits attack imperial officials in public in broad daylight?