Inside the Dean's office on the 10th floor of the Royal Military Command Academy of the Duchy of Ryan.
"That guy really doesn't play by the rules," Erwin said, annoyed, as he poured tea. "Who starts with a royal flush? Don't you understand the importance of taking things one step at a time?"
"What did Teacher Zhang do?" Nie Yun asked curiously.
"He chopped up the son of the Adelaide Police Chief Inspector." Wang Desheng chuckled. "Haha, no wonder I like him, his style of doing things is exactly like mine."
"Exactly the same troublesome person!" Erwin was furious just thinking about it. "Do you know how much effort we put into getting you out of the Senate? Old Zhu was so angry that he almost sent 'Shadow Fang' to impersonate the Fas Khan army to break you out of prison!"
"Thank you." Wang Desheng nodded with a smile.
"Hmph!" Erwin snorted coldly. "But that guy was lucky. The patrol team suffered a loss they couldn't swallow. Hopefully, he'll tone it down and wait for things to calm down before making any moves. The patrol team won't dare to go directly to Reinhardt's territory to arrest him."
“Uh, Dean, um…” Nie Yun hesitated.
"What?" Erwin looked at Nie Yun with some suspicion. "Do you have any news from your side?"
“Teacher Zhang borrowed a mecha set from me yesterday…” Nie Yun said, then seemed a little lost in thought.
"Mechs?" Erwin's lips twitched. "What mechs?"
"This..." Nie Yun was a little stunned, "It's one of the mechs that you, Dean, obtained through underground channels and were preparing to equip the Academy Army with..."
"Saint Armor 77?" Erwin's eyes widened. "Those light mechs designed for urban warfare?"
“Yes.” Nie Yun nodded.
Erwin's eyes widened in disbelief.
"What exactly is that guy planning to do?"
...
In the Chief Inspector's office at the Adelaide Police Headquarters, a middle-aged man stared grimly at the monitor screen in front of him. He had watched the video countless times.
On the screen stood a young man covered in blood, clutching a pistol. Judging from the blood, it was clearly not his own. He kicked open each door, and each time he emerged from a room, the bright red blood on his body became even more concentrated.
In the scene, a young man who looks like a wealthy young master is seen crying and pleading on his knees for mercy.
But the man didn't even have the patience to listen to his pleas for mercy; he shot him in the head, and his brains splattered everywhere...
The chief inspector closed his eyes in anguish; this was the last image he saw of his son before his death.
I'd advised him long ago that if he wanted to play around with women, he should go to a high-end business club. If he was willing to spend the money, he could have any woman he wanted. Why did he have to go to that slum! And now he's lost his life there…
This is his son, the only son in nine generations! The chief inspector clenched his fists and stared intently at the man still wreaking havoc in the scene.
He wants the other party to pay a thousand times the price!
It has been confirmed over the past few days that the man in the video is from Helenberg.
Everyone knew that it was Prince Reinhardt's territory, and it was an open secret that Prince Reinhardt and Marquis Ferlinan were at odds. As one of the two powerful departments under Marquis Ferlinan, the patrol team could not directly enter Helenburg to arrest people.
But he didn't believe the other person would never leave Helenburg!
As long as the other party takes one step away from Helenburg, he has a hundred ways to kill them!
Even if the other party doesn't want to come out, he has ways to force them to!
It's impossible to completely avoid the police's sight and leave no trace after making such a commotion in the slums.
Further investigation has now revealed that the orphans at St. Anne's Orphanage did not die in the fire, but were instead transferred to Xilin. Two of the man's younger brothers, who were with him, are still in school…
The chief inspector grinned sinisterly to himself in his office.
Even if you hide and don't come out, I'll torture everyone around you until they wish they were dead. Let's see if you can still stand it and be a coward!
Furthermore, from the perspective of eliminating all traces of the problem, none of the 130 orphans should be spared; they must all die! The involvement of the patrol police headquarters in the sale of human organs and the acceptance of bribes must not be discovered!
Knock knock!
"It's me." A knock came at the office door.
"Come in, the door's unlocked."
"Why didn't you turn on the light? I thought you weren't in the office." A middle-aged bald man with a large belly pushed open the door, took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack, and sat down opposite the chief inspector's desk.
The plump middle-aged man who entered was the Minister of Finance of the Duchy of Ryan. At this moment, Marquis Ferlinan's right and left hands were gathered in this office.
"Please accept my condolences." The Chancellor of the Exchequer sat in his chair, his belly bulging. "With today's advanced medical technology, even an 80-year-old can have a son. As long as you have money, you have plenty of time. You should think of new ways to make money."
"You sit surrounded by money every day, how could you be short of cash?" The chief inspector looked at the finance minister with disdain. "You're sitting on a golden rice bowl and you still want to beg for food?"
"That's not my money!" the Chancellor of the Exchequer said angrily. "You know how tight those misers in the Senate are, they want to scrutinize every penny of the budget. The good old days are long gone, and now trying to cut back on spending is harder than climbing to heaven!"
The Senate has oversight power, and all large-scale fiscal expenditures of the Duchy of Ryan must be reviewed and approved by the Senate.
Although the Senate has no power to veto budget expenditures, they can endlessly return the budget for revision, holding another meeting each time it is revised, with the time allotted in between being taken up to the maximum limit.
"Damn it, those old bastards!" the Chancellor of the Exchequer said viciously. "An expenditure needs to be submitted for review within a month. What should have been done in a day, they dragged on until the afternoon of the 30th to hold a meeting. Then they nitpicked the budget proposal, even a punctuation mistake could be sent back for revision, and then the process had to be restarted. It's disgusting!"
"Just bear with it." Seeing that his colleague was also unhappy, the chief inspector's mood improved slightly. "My special operation last month swept through so many places, won't Prince Reinhardt retaliate fiercely?"
“It’s not just about cutting off our fiscal spending.” The Chancellor of the Exchequer looked displeased. “Several important people in our Treasury have also died in St. Anne’s. The Senate is swarming around these positions like flies.”
"Lord Ferlinan can't handle everything; he may need to give up a few relatively insignificant positions as a compromise."
"So I'm here today to convey Lord Ferlinan's message: we must retaliate in kind!"
"I didn't need Lord Ferlinan to remind me; I've already been doing that for a while now." The chief inspector's gaze was cold. "The information related to that assassin has been investigated, and now all we need to do is pin some charges on them..."
"Isn't that easy?" the Chancellor of the Exchequer said. "Drug manufacturing, drug possession, arms smuggling, possession of reactionary books and periodicals, treason against the Fasz Khanate... If your police force is not comfortable taking direct action, our Treasury can do it for you."
“No need.” The chief inspector shook his head. “Once someone is in the patrol team’s detention center, if we say they are guilty, then they are guilty!”
When to take action?
"The team has already assembled in the square outside at midnight tonight. For secrecy, I will personally command this operation, and all patrol officers will be dispatched from here." The chief inspector took a drag of his cigarette, his expression shifting between light and shadow through the smoke. "No one in Xilin will live to see tomorrow's sun!"
"Then I'll be going now." The Chancellor of the Exchequer stood up. "I'll be waiting for your good news. I'll keep an eye on tomorrow's newspapers."
After the Chancellor of the Exchequer left, the Inspector General walked to the office window, drew back the curtains, and looked outside.
In the darkness, the Adelaide City Police Department's headquarters square was brightly lit, with rows of armored police vehicles neatly lined up.
To prevent leaks, the operation was only known to his direct subordinates, the patrol police unit.
Furthermore, to prevent Prince Reinhardt from being an inside spy, electromagnetic shielding was installed around the police headquarters tonight, and no information could be sent out until the operation began.
Downstairs at the police station, the chief inspector watched as the finance minister got into a black official car, then rolled down the window and waved goodbye to him from his window.
The chief inspector also smiled and waved from the window.
boom!
The chief inspector's smile froze on his face.
He saw the black car being blown into the air by the explosion, tumbling in the air just a few meters from his third-floor office window...
He saw the Chancellor of the Exchequer swinging back and forth in the carriage like a ridiculous meatball; at such close range, he could almost see the fear in the Chancellor's eyes.
The Chancellor of the Exchequer's official car is bulletproof, but not bombproof.
The black sedan crashed heavily to the ground upside down, its interior crushed. The chief inspector stared blankly as what appeared to be a mixture of brain matter and blood gushed from the window cracks.
Boom boom boom!
The explosions hadn't stopped; rows of armored police vehicles were being blown away, the square was in chaos, sirens blared, and people were scrambling for cover from the shrapnel...
Amidst the smoke and dust of the explosion, a black military mech, wielding two swords, appeared in the square.
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