Codex Pirates

Chapter 154 Enlargement

When William inspected the work of various units under his banner, the city of Kalmar was in turmoil.

Arcadio and the two "generals" recognized by his subordinates were poisoned at the same time, this attempt to catch them all at once made Arcadio furious.

On the second night, Arcadio entered the palace and cried to King Norton I.

He deliberately leaned on a cane, and he wobbled when he walked, just to emphasize in front of Norton I that he was already a dying old man.

Norton I was full of sympathy for Arcadio, who was crying like a child in front of him when Nuo was older, at least in the face of it, the reason why Arcadio was poisoned was because his only son The reason why he is still lying on the hospital bed is to maintain his authority.

Therefore, when Arcadio asked Norton I to ask for justice for him, Norton I could not refuse, so he could only agree to allow him to expand the authority of the investigation bureau led by Crowe. In addition to the right to investigate, he also obtained the right to judge.

...

At night, a mansion in the noble district of Kalmar City is brightly lit.

Crowe, with his hair combed back, round-rim glasses, and a straight suit, with his hands behind his back, watched a group of agents under him rough-and-tumble through the mansion.

The members of the Investigation Bureau led by Crowe are relatively complicated. A small part of them are from the Morgan Pirates under William, and the other part is composed of members of the Royal Army and noble children from poor families.

The common characteristics of these people are laxity, greed, and no discipline at all. They say they are looking for stolen goods, but they act more like speculators. call.

Crowe looked at the baron in front of him with satisfaction, his face turned blue and red. He is not a nobleman, so what? As long as he has power, don't the so-called high-ranking nobles who have been around for hundreds of years have to crawl and tremble in front of him, too afraid to move?

"My lord," Kloe said slowly, "you should plead guilty. We received a tip that there is a large amount of stolen goods in your manor. We will find them sooner or later. The sooner you confess, the less you will be charged."

The thin and tall baron was furious: "You pariah, lackey! What do you think you are, dare to talk to me like that?"

"I'm talking to a suspect in my capacity as the director of the Liquor Smuggling Investigation Bureau," Crowe turned his head to look at the baron, "Are you not convinced?"

The baron gritted his teeth and stared at Crowe, then turned around suddenly, and ordered to a tall and strong guard who had been following him all the time: "Kill him to death!"

Seeing the guard hesitate, the baron shouted hysterically: "He's just a pariah, I'm a nobleman, I'm responsible for killing him!"

The guard stopped hesitating after hearing the words, and rushed towards the seemingly weak Crowe. Seeing this, several investigators from the investigation bureau nearby wanted to step forward to stop him, but they were blown away by the bull-like guard.

Seeing this, several Bureau of Investigation agents, who were walking a few steps slower, slowed down their pace.

Crowe squinted at the guard, and when the other party was about to rush in front of him, he tapped his feet, and he jumped over the guard's head as lightly as a swallow.

The guard rushed to nothing, his expression stunned, and his strong body moved forward two more steps driven by inertia, and then fell to the ground with a "plop", blood flowed out from his throat, and his body was soon stained red. under the carpet.

Behind him, as soon as Crowe stretched out his hand, a sharp-eyed investigator from the Bureau of Investigation had already trotted forward with a nod and bowed his head, handing over a clean handkerchief, and then Crowe wiped the dagger that appeared in his hand with the handkerchief. of blood.

"Add another charge," Crowe looked contemptuously at the baron, who was staring at the corpse, his body trembling like chaff, and ordered the detective next to him, "arrest and resist the law."

But after a while, several agents walked quickly from the direction of the study.

"Director, we found the stolen goods!" These people gestured to Crowe with all kinds of high-end wine in their hands.

Crowe picked up a bottle of amber mead from one of them, and with a smug smile on his face, he shook the pale baron: "What else do you have to say now?"

From the moment Crowe entered the mansion, he was not worried about not being able to find alcoholic beverages at all. Prohibition is a law that is not easy to break for ordinary people in this country, but for nobles, it is simply a dead letter In the entire noble district, there is no noble home that cannot find alcohol, and even if it cannot be found, Crowe can still frame it.

"You, this, I..." The baron was sweating profusely, not knowing what to say.

On the other side, Crowe had already waved to his subordinates: "Put this person down!"

"Wait, I want to see His Majesty the King, I want to see Arcadio!" the baron said in a panic.

Crowley ignored him, and two powerful Bureau of Investigation agents had grinned grinningly and pushed the Baron down and handcuffed him.

After the baron was dragged down like a dead dog, Crowe took out a small notebook from his arms.

The notebook was filled with the names of nobles, and Crowe scratched one of the names with a pen. It can be seen that several names on the notebook have also been crossed out.

Crowe found a few wine glasses, opened a bottle of mead and poured it, then distributed the wine glasses to several subordinates in the room, and took a sip from one of them himself.

"My lord baron, you have also seen what kind of person he is. He hates us. Let him come out. Revenge is inevitable. You know how to do it." Crowe said quietly.

Several agents looked at each other and smiled: "We all know what to do, my lord."

"Since this mansion has no owner, it is considered unowned. Tell other people that each person can take two things when they leave." Cloe shook his wine glass and said with a smile, "If you don't take too much, you can take it." Don't take less."

A group of detectives said excitedly after hearing the words: "Thank you, my lord!"

...

A few hours later, the Chancellor of the Exchequer arrived.

Arcadio paced slowly in the reception room, his crutches had long been thrown somewhere, and his steps were vigorous at this time, and he didn't show the weakness when he cried in front of Norton I before.

He pondered, and said to Crowe, who was standing with his arms tied: "The most important thing now is to find the mastermind of the poisoning. Others should not delve into it too much. Remember, don't expand the scope of the strike too widely, which will easily make the real murderer Escape, and at this stage, we should not make too many enemies."

"I understand, don't expand, but make too many enemies!" Crowe nodded, and said insincerely, "I will do as you said, please rest assured."