Chapter 102 (1/2)

At dusk.

The first floor of port Tulun police station, northeast side, is the canteen of the police station from the first floor to the third floor through a double door.

On weekdays, rows of neatly placed tables in the dining hall lean against the wall, covered with white tablecloths and exquisite tableware, arranged to look like a buffet reception.

Bottles of wine of various colors are placed on the table, barrels of fresh juice are stacked on the ground, and pot by pot of hot black tea and coffee are fragrant on the four wheeled car.

Fine white porcelain plates, plates and tea cups, sparkling glass wine glasses and drink cups, and silver knife and fork glitter under the candle light. What's more luxurious is that the decanter made of natural crystal on the dining table is a rare and expensive thing.

The special four wheel long carriage slowly drove into the police station yard. The waiter in Tuxedo carefully lifted down one huge silver plate after another from the carriage.

The cooks in the police canteen have limited skills. The simple meals they prepare on weekdays, as described by grassroots police officers, are not bad. They are slightly better than pig food.

Today's buffet reception is to celebrate the promotion of director Stein, the promotion of a number of detectives, and even more to celebrate the emergence of Joe, a wonderful flower in port Tulun police station, who, as a police officer, has won the first-class bramble Merit Medal. This is worthy of great celebration.

For such a happy event, the wine and food should not be sloppy. Surely we should not fool everyone with something that is only slightly better than pig food.

So the wine is the best wine sponsored by the Rittal family, and the food is a customized take out from a high-end restaurant run by a Gaul Republic businessman in port Toulon.

Huge silver plates were sent to the dining room. From the first floor to the third floor, on the long table against the wall, the plates were neatly arranged together. When the waiter lifted the arched plate cover, the aroma overflowed, and many police officers in the canteen could not help but applaud.

They are all very expensive top-level ingredients. After being cooked by the top chefs of the Republic of Gaul, they have reached the peak in terms of color, flavor and flavor.

This time, the Logistics Department of the police station has made a lot of money. Compared with the previous buffets and banquets in the police station, the food quality this time has been upgraded by at least seven or eight grades.

Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that the former logistics director was thrown into the black prison, and the new logistics director is the confidant of director Stein?

Joe and director Stein were standing outside the door of the canteen. Behind them stood a dozen senior police officers, all with a big cigar in their mouths, looking at the direction of the entrance to the dungeon with a smile.

Dozens of people in black were standing there like ghosts, their faces were expressionless, their breath was cold, and they looked like strangers.

Black hat, black coat, black trousers, black leather boots, covered with a short or long black cape. These people's costumes are basically printed in the same mold, but carefully identify some of their chest and cuff badges and symbols, discerning people can clearly identify their identity.

The Department of supervision, the Ministry of foreign affairs, the intelligence headquarters, the military police department They are all the elites of the powerful departments in the legend of the Durham empire.

In particular, the foreign ministry guys have embroidered ”Z” badges with gray silk thread on the cuffs of their white shirts. The ”Z Department” of the Ministry of foreign affairs is a discipline department specialized in internal review and anti spy. Outsiders know little about them and belong to a secret department covered by thick fog.

The door to the dungeon opened with a squeak, and a dozen men in black came out with a stretcher.

Heinrich lay on the stretcher. When she saw the sky outside and smelled the fresh air without any peculiar smell, she suddenly burst into a strange smile.

”This woman, crazy?” Joe flicked the end of his cigar.

”It has nothing to do with us.” Stein laughed and dropped his cigarette end and crushed it to pieces: ”these days, there will be people from the inspection office and the court to take over the masters and ladies of the big families Some of them... ”

Joe nodded with a smile. The great men of the big families in the dungeon, more than half of them, would disappear.

Among them, there are three lucky family members who will return to the upper class of port Tulun and continue their good life of extravagance and luxury.

But the lucky ones of the three families, when they return to port Tulun, will find that everything in port Tulun has been re planned. In name, they are still members of the seven member committee, but in fact, their power has been reduced to the extreme. They can only rely on the Rittal family and the Duke of Roth to live with fear.

”Shut it up first. Don't let them get us into trouble these days. They have had enough and should suffer. It's like training a bear. If you beat a stick and give some honey, they will be obedient. ”

Director Stein tidied up his dress and laughed happily: ”well, gentlemen, it's time for us to celebrate. Please major general Doron come here. It's time for us to be happy Pay attention. The patrolling brothers should be more careful. There are so many people in the black prison. ”A man in black from the inspection office stood in front of henriev and said coldly, ”Heinrich Rong Harrington castle, you are deeply implicated and suspected in the recent series of incidents in port TURUN. Please cooperate with the joint investigation of our departments. From now on, we will record your every move and every word. ”

Heinrich's laughter stopped abruptly. She lay stiff on the stretcher, pale as a dead man.

Heinrich, along with several of her subordinates, was sent to the carriage and slowly left the police station under the escort of a group of men in black. The front door of the police station was closed with a thumping sound, and then a celebration banquet officially began.