Realm of Power

The tavern on the west side of the newly built Tiha Port is in sharp contrast to the coldness outside. There are many people sitting dimly in the lobby. There is a burning fireplace against the wall. The fire is jumping and illuminating the lobby. The warm smell of low-quality alcohol, tobacco, fried meat, sweat, and the smell of a gathering of people hit their faces. The sailors who had experienced a long voyage suddenly felt a warm feeling, and the house was enveloped like a cloud. amidst the hum of conversation,

Pollock, a local snake in the port, came in from the door of the tavern like a ghost. With his narrow eyes, he first looked at the people drinking in the tavern, seeming to be searching for something. Finally, his gaze suddenly settled on A middle-aged man standing by the window on the far left side of the tavern had a flash of hesitation on his face, but he finally walked over.

This middle-aged man is wearing a very ordinary black leather jacket. This kind of clothing is very common among merchants sailing on the sea. If you don't look carefully, you can easily be mistaken for an ordinary merchant in the port. But if you are a veteran, it is You will find that from where this middle-aged man is sitting, he can easily have a panoramic view of the only crossroads in the port.

In other words, no cargo or carriage entering or leaving the port can escape his sight. This is a character who likes to stand in the role of an observer.

"Dear Lord Angelo"

Pollock greeted this middle-aged man, his face changed from the cruel expression he had at the dock, and instead he respectfully used honorifics that would be used by ordinary young nobles.

"Pollock, do you have a problem with me?"

The middle-aged man turned his head, showed a mature and steady face and put down the wine glass in his hand. His bright eyes were a bit piercing, as if no secret could be hidden under his gaze.

"Your Excellency, I have something to report." Pollock stammered nervously, "I got something in yesterday's trade, and I brought it to you specially."

"Something?" The middle-aged man's face was calm, and he sneered indifferently. "I heard that you broke the rules recently and took over a shipment of goods from Normandy. The Alice Chamber of Commerce has a strong opinion on this matter. Someone else reported that you also accepted the goods after signing a contract with the other party. You have cut off other people's supply of goods. I was just thinking about how to punish you, but I didn't expect that you are quite sensible. Otherwise, I will just Can I ask you to come over?"

"It's definitely those businessmen who were jealous of this batch of goods and deliberately framed me."

Pollock was so nervous that he almost collapsed, his face turned red from suppressing it. He quickly took out the contract signed yesterday from his arms and put it respectfully on the table in front of the middle-aged man. He cried bitterly, "If you don't believe me, you can take a look at this." The contract is written in black and white. Not only did the price of the goods not be lowered this time, but the price was increased by 10% from the normal price. This is clearly written in the contract. This is a regular transaction and I am not cheating."

"If it weren't for this, do you think you would have a chance to stand in front of me and defend yourself?"

The middle-aged man didn't even glance at the contract, and the cold atmosphere in his tone made the standing Pollock sweat all over his head. His legs and feet were so weak that he almost knelt down. The big shot in Anguilla's eyes was at this moment. This middle-aged man was like a frightened mouse facing a cat, not even daring to raise his head.

"It seems you don't have much courage either."

The middle-aged man glanced at Pollock with a slight disappointment, and whispered, "I hope you are aware of yourself. I know who the person behind you is. For her sake, I will not embarrass you and give you the contract." Leave your things behind and you can go." The middle-aged man said in a low voice, turned away and continued to leisurely look at the scenery outside the port.

"Yes, yes"

Pollock left the wrapped seal and the somewhat wrinkled contract as if he had been granted amnesty, and hurriedly left the tavern. After walking for more than ten minutes, he found that nothing happened, and he breathed a sigh of relief, a little unbelievable. I looked at the sun shining above my head and the shadows on the ground, and then I was really sure that I was still alive.

"It's a miracle, I didn't die." Pollock touched the clothes on his back that were soaked with sweat. The Angelo he just met, his true identity is the head of the Tiha Regional Supervision Department.

Anyone who knows the details of this person will rarely feel cramps in their calves when facing this person. Even with Pollock's boldness, he would never dare to be arrogant in front of this person. Everyone knows that the Supervision Department of the Falcon Dynasty It represents darkness, blood, and secrecy. It is not under the jurisdiction of the military and business alliances. It is only responsible to His Majesty Falcon. It is a typical violent organization.

In a sense, His Majesty Falcon himself is the head of the Supervision Department.

Such a strong backend is enough to allow this department to have the power of life and death in handling affairs. As long as people are targeted by the Supervision Department, almost no one can escape unscathed.

Because these guys are ruthless characters who do not use conventional means, and their semi-official and semi-dark identities give them absolute dominance over the underground dark forces everywhere. Take the humble Angelo in front of you as an example. Within two months of taking office, he used extremely iron-blooded methods to secretly deal with double-digit smugglers.

The originally chaotic order of Tiha was first established in the dark world. If you want to survive in Tiha, Lord Angelo's will determines whether you live or die.

In the tavern he left just now, Angelo was looking at the thing in front of him with a serious expression. He had put the contract aside and was not even interested in taking a look at it.

His eyes were completely focused on another thing, a black ordinary heraldic ring, lying quietly among the blue wrapping cloth, with a lifelike flying falcon on it, head held high, rushing toward The sky above the head, with its simple and imposing posture, clearly reveals the falcon's domineering spirit of fearing nothing and fighting against the sky.

"This seems to be the real thing."

According to the cold texture coming from the touch of his palm, Angelo took a deep breath of cold air in surprise, his mouth opened slightly unconsciously, his eyes were full of surprise and shock, although he was not qualified to see a real hunter. Eagle heraldic ring, but we also know that only the symbol representing the family name can be engraved on this meaningful heraldic ring.

The word "Falcon" is a name full of profound meaning in this continent. It represents supreme authority and majestic glory.

"A falcon ring from a foreign land?" Angelo felt a little confused. He stood up from his seat and looked out the window with twinkling eyes.

As the head of the Supervision Department in the Tihar region, he knows far more than others. According to the news from the Navy Department, at the military meeting that ended last month, His Majesty Falcon proposed the idea of ​​encouraging transactions with foreign merchants. From the policy, it can be seen that the direction of business development after the dynasty should be focused on these foreign merchants.

According to the information collected by the Admiralty, outside the Ikadiva continent, there is the Obarro continent with a large population and vast land. This is an excellent maritime route for trade. In the eyes of the Admiralty, land, Population and cities represent not only data, but a lot of gold coins.

In such an environment, anyone who is not a fool knows that maintaining a good cooperative relationship with these foreign businessmen is a matter of great benefit and no harm.

But this ring gave Angelo an ominous premonition. How could a ring engraved with the coat of arms of His Majesty the Falcon appear in the hands of a foreign Norman?

"Do you know where those two Normans are?" Angelo asked the deputy responsible for monitoring the dock with a serious expression. He decided to go see the two Normans in person.

The deputy pretending to be an alcoholic stood up quickly. He was also a very capable young man. Because the Tiha area was still a semi-warring area, this deputy was not from the Ministry of Supervision, but an officer provided by the Ministry of Navy. He was mainly responsible for communicating with the military. Liaison matters

He always treats himself as his superior. In fact, many honest soldiers despise the affairs of the Supervision Department. But only when you really get here do you know that if there is no Supervision Department willing to shoulder the slander, With such a famous group of people, the world will not be as peaceful as it is now.

The power in the darkness can only be grasped by the same dark hands. Just like the Tiha Port in front of us, if it were not for the intimidation of strong-armed figures like Angelo, the underground forces' mutual attacks and the fight for the supply of goods, this city would have been destroyed long ago. The port became a mess

The adjutant pondered for a while before replying, "I saw yesterday that the front sail of their ship was torn by one-third. It must have been a storm while crossing the open sea. It was impossible to go to sea in that state, so They should be at Old Peter's shipyard. Only Old Peter has the ability to repair such damage.

"I hope you are right." Angelo nodded slightly, agreeing with the adjutant's statement. He waved to the window opposite, and an unmarked black carriage drove out from the quiet corner in front of the tavern. Stopping and getting on the carriage, Angelo ordered the coachman in front of him, who was dressed as his subordinates, "Go to the dock at the East Pier, Old Peter's ship repair yard." The carriage vibrated slightly and slowly drove up the stone road.

Tiha Port is not big, it is a medium-sized port at most. However, due to the large ruins left over from the previous battles and burnings, the entire port looks like it has been neatly cut in half.

It is said that the Hulun people who captured this place killed many people that day, and the sea surface of the port was blocked by floating corpses. Therefore, the merchant ships that dared to trade were all people with backgrounds or very courageous people. There was an untimely prosperity in the coldness, and along the street They are all taverns, and there are the voices of sailors laughing everywhere. However, the recent embargo and heavy taxes on Nord have made the originally prosperous port a lot deserted. There are not many people on the road. After turning around a downhill street ,

Angelo could already see Old Peter's repair dock, which was a recessed spot under the large pier. It was a temporary, simple repair dock built with wooden planks and pergolas. The sides of the dock were fixed with strong wooden planks in the recessed area. On the top of the cliff at the mouth of the bay is a pontoon connecting the river. The high and low tides can be used to steadily send ships that need repair to the dock.

The seemingly simple shipyard is actually one of the best repair yards in the Tiha area. This is all due to Old Peter's extremely exquisite skills. Although he is called Old Peter, he is actually only 40 years old. When he saw a light, the carriage was silent and silent. He stopped breathlessly at the door of his dock. The owner of the dock wiped the dirt on his pants with a confused look on his face and pushed open the iron gate outside the dock.

"Who are you? I only repair boats here, not carriages." Old Peter looked at the carriage with a somewhat unkind expression. Unmarked carriages were rare in Tihar, which reminded him of some unpleasant things.

He is a former senior repairman of the Salander Navy. His skin appears dry and dark. Years of wind and rain at sea make him look much older than his actual age. Since the Salander Navy suffered several attacks in the Falcon Navy, After the collapse, many logistics personnel who originally belonged to the Salander Navy also crossed the sea and came to the Ikadiva continent to seek a way out. Old Peter was one of them.

For these skilled people, Falcon Dynasty adopts a semi-employment and semi-self-employed policy.

That is, the Navy Ministry signs an agreement with these people, and the Navy Ministry funds the construction of a shipyard and rents it to these people for free, allowing them to operate externally. As rent, they are responsible for the repair and maintenance of naval ships during wartime. Such shipyards are available in the Tiha area. 7, which basically guarantee the daily maintenance tasks of the local fleet and greatly save the navy’s repair expenses.

Due to the confidentiality of naval warships, the Supervision Department will naturally not let go of monitoring these people. The owners of these docks must register with the Supervision Department every seven days. If they delay, they will be disqualified from the dock.

"Long time no see, Peter Anturk"

Angelo opened the car door with a calm face and wore a black windbreaker, which made the old Peter across from him tremble subconsciously and his livid face immediately turned into a warm smile.

"Lord Angelo, I thought they were those nasty guys."

Old Peter almost ran over with a smile on his face. Although Mr. Angelo's reputation in Tiha was a bit dark, he was relatively tolerant of these shipyard owners. Because of some special relationships, this old Peter's shipyard There was once a turmoil, and it was Mr. Angelo who stepped in to settle it.

"Why, are Boama's people still pestering you?" Angelo frowned slightly.

"No, it's the people from the Alice Chamber of Commerce. They just took away two people from here." Old Peter said hesitantly, "They are two Normans. It is said that they owed them goods, so they wanted to use their ships." Of course the two Normans who pledged the mortgage refused, so they started fighting. As a result, one had his head broken and fainted on the ground, while the other was pinned to the ground and dragged away."

"The Nord merchants Annes? What a bunch of people who don't care about life and death. They even dare to violate the rules of the port."

When he heard that the two Normans had been taken away, Angelo's face suddenly darkened, and he snorted displeasedly with a cold murderous intent. He waved goodbye to Old Peter and got in again. Got on the carriage,

Looking at Angelo's expression when he left, for some reason, Old Peter felt something cold on his back. He touched it with his hand and found that it was completely soaked. Only then did he remember that Angelo's expression when he left just now was different from his. The expression on his face when he was rectifying the Tihar Harbor was almost exactly the same. Thinking of Boama's fate, old Peter couldn't help but feel his heart tightening. In the sea breeze, he seemed to smell the strong and nauseating smell of blood again.

Tiha, as the most important central hub on the southern coast of Nord, has always been a place where forces are intertwined. Various underground forces compete for territory. Even if they plant the flag of the Falcon Dynasty, this kind of The situation has not improved much

The Boama that Angelo mentioned just now is a local power in the port. There is also a shipyard at the other end of the Tihar port. Because Old Peter's technology is better than the shipyards run by the Nords, most of them come from When the ships on the Vekia and Salander sides are damaged, they will naturally go to Old Peter first.

The Boama forces, feeling affected, had sent people to Old Peter's place many times to cause trouble. The first thing Angelo did when he took office was to rectify the chaotic and food-grabbing underground forces. Naturally, he used this incident as a breakthrough to scare the monkeys.

First, overnight, the three leaders of the Boama force were all found dead in the streets for no apparent reason. Then, in the name of searching for Nord spies, the military completely eradicated this force from the port area and arrested 125 people. The next day, 16 people were announced to be beheaded, with the exception of almost all the small and medium-sized leaders. They were all concentrated in the most densely populated central cargo yard of the port for execution.

The underground forces in the entire port area were immediately shocked. No one knew what the military was going crazy about. Only some forces from Wikiia vaguely sensed something. Soon, all the local leaders received an Anjie message. The letter signed by Luo has a red Ministry of Supervision seal stamped in the signature place.

Some local Nord forces who didn't know what the Inspection Department was completely scorned this letter.

They still went their own way according to their own habits and started fighting to seize the territory left by Boama's power. However, the previous Wikia power quickly converged. Ten days later, a sudden inspection by the military destroyed those Nords who were going their own way. The forces were uprooted and 378 people were arrested, but only 231 were finally released. The other 147 people were declared spies and imprisoned on the spot.

Blood versus blood, darkness versus darkness. The Supervision Department has never been an upright department, and Angelo has never concealed his ferocity.

When he appeared again in the name of the Ministry of Supervision and summoned all the leaders of the underground forces, everyone who received the invitation came

"My request is very simple. I want the Port of Harbin to be calmed down."

Angelo took a leisurely sip of the water in the cup, his eyes swept over the various faces of the power leaders with speculative expressions, and there was a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth: "I have always adhered to a belief, who asked me Those who live a bad life will never live a bad life. For those who make me unhappy, there is only one fate for them."

As soon as he finished speaking, he gestured to the soldiers outside the meeting room, and two large bags oozing with blood were brought in. The pungent smell of blood changed the faces of the leaders present. This was the smell of human blood. As the bags were opened upside down, a bunch of round, bloody heads rolled out of the bags. These heads all had their eyes wide open without exception. The fear and hesitation before death were completely fixed at the moment before death.

"Ugh" A leader who couldn't bear it vomited on the spot.

A head rolled at his feet. He wanted to kick it away, but he didn't have the courage. The dead man's eyes were as white as fish bubbles, staring at him.

"(To be continued)