The study of the Grand Duke of Portland.

The Grand Duke of Portland, who had broken several ribs and vomited a small basin of blood, was sitting limply behind his desk.

There was no one else in the study.

The knights of the Knights of the Khadela, the knights of the Royal Order, and a few court officials sent by Salian to cooperate with Joe's actions were all sent out by Joe.

In the huge study, there were only Joe, Mr. Stangs, Ya, Marcos, Big Ivan, Lan Hibiscus, Lan Platy, and a few old killers of the Ritu.

The door of the study was tightly closed, and Big Ivan 'giggled' and grinned, his heavy back leaning heavily against the door, and his huge body blocked the door firmly. Even if someone outside bombarded him with field artillery, the shells would hit him first, and with the strength of Big Ivan, ordinary shells would not pose any threat to him.

In other words, even if it is bombarded with field artillery, people outside will not be able to break into this study.

The Grand Duke of Portland's face turned pale, and his eyes were full of fire staring at Joe.

"I ask to see His Highness Mata...... You can't do that...... Major, you are in Hydrderabad, beating me up under the protection of the Delenian Empire...... Your actions have brought shame on the Empire......"

Joe shrugged his shoulders and said nothing.

He pointed to the bookshelves in the room, and Lan Mujin walked over quietly, his slender, fair, flexible, and powerful ten fingers swept the rows of bookshelves seemingly at random, and then he gently pressed a seemingly ordinary book on the bookshelf against the wall.

Grand Duke Portland's face turned slightly pale, and he suddenly sneered: "Mr. Major, among your subordinates, there are actually top thieves?" ”

Joe was silent, and no one in the study answered the words of the Grand Duke of Portland.

With a crisp 'ding' sound, which was deliberately arranged by the builders of the mechanism, and with the penetrating sound of a bell, a bookshelf in the corner of the study slid out two feet outward, and then slid to one side.

The sound of 'ding' was endless, and behind the huge bookshelf, Joe's familiar old friend was revealed.

The heavy safe of the Sandun Company, two heavy alloy doors peeked out from behind the bookshelves, and on the huge portal, four huge password disks flashed with a faint cold light.

The safe that the Grand Duke of Portland had placed in his study, each door was two circles larger than the door of the study. This shows how big this safe is, and how strong the defense of this safe is.

"My dear Grand Duke, please tell me the password." Joe looked at the Grand Duke of Portland without a smile: "Password ......"

The Grand Duke of Portland looked at Joe with a gloomy face, "Do you think it's possible?" ”

Joe nodded, stretched out his finger to Big Ivan, who was standing by the door, and nodded: "Go, drag the old man named Vasily to a hidden corner and cut off his head." ”

The Grand Duke of Portland's face changed suddenly, and he looked at Joe in shock.

Big Ivan grinned, made a neck-slicing gesture to him, then turned and opened the door to walk out.

"I'll tell you the password." The Grand Duke of Portland said hurriedly: "But, Mr. Major, embezzling the funds for the restoration of the Principality of Portland's government-in-exile, what do you think will be the public impression of the Delenian Empire on the Metland continent after this matter spreads?" ”

"Password, hurry." Joe looked at the Grand Duke of Portland with a gloomy face.

The Grand Duke of Portland gritted his teeth, staring at Joe for a while, and spat out four long strings of numbers from between his teeth.

Following the Portland bus code, Joe easily opened the heavy door of the safe.

Behind the two alloy doors was a huge space that was only a lap smaller than Joe's study, and the walls were made of heavy alloy plates—in it, piled with golden bars and green banknotes......

Oh, and in addition to the bronze gold markers, there are also a lot of black-brown Ice Kingdom gold pound banknotes, as well as brightly colored Gallic Republic gold banknotes in red, white, and blue.

The gold bars and banknotes were all stacked into a rectangular hill three feet long and six feet high, and at first glance there were at least hundreds of piles of gold bars and banknotes neatly stacked here.

On three walls, there are rows of alloy shelves, on which are small cowhide briefcases and pockets made of white cotton.

A few old people from the Ritu family walked over, they picked up a few white cloth pockets and shook them, and when they opened their pockets, they saw that they were all delicately polished, and the smallest was more than one carat of diamonds, rubies, sapphires, emeralds and other precious stones.

They grabbed a few more pockets and looked at them, and they were full of natural saltwater pearls the smallest and the size of a middle finger.

Inside those leather briefcases were contracts, contracts, bonds, and all kinds of handwritten, finger-printed IOUs, and so on.

A few vettal vetards of the Rittal family were very experienced, and among those IOUs, they found several notes with a staggering number.

"Wow, young master, there are actually several dukes who have borrowed debts from our Grand Duke...... Moreover, the number is more than 10 million gold marks...... Tsk, they are all mortgaged with the real estate of their own fiefdoms. ”

"A first-class winery can only mortgage 1.5 million gold marks...... It's a lucrative deal. ”

Joe couldn't help but whistle as well.

The wines of the Delenian Empire, to be honest, are not as famous as their counterparts in the Republic of Gaul and the United Kingdom of Nice. But if a first-class winery in the Delun Empire is managed a little better, the market value of the entire winery will be around three million gold marks.

However, the real estate with a market value of three million gold marks, here in the Grand Duke of Portland, can only be mortgaged for one hundred thousand gold marks.

"Lending usury is really profitable!"

Joe sighed and glanced at Mr. Stans.

Mr. Strons nodded, unbuttoned his coat and cloak, and took out a large brown paper briefcase from the pocket on his chest.

On the yellow-brown brown paper briefcase, an iron-gray Hydra insignia representing the War Department of the Deren Empire is clearly visible.

Above the Hydra badge, which occupies most of the front of the brown paper briefcase, is a line of blood-colored handwriting with fangs and claws—Top Secret!

Grand Duke Portland's eyes widened.

He suddenly realized what Joe was going to do with these subordinates of his.

His mind went blank, and his horrified gaze swept over everyone in the study one by one - all of them were Joe's subordinates, not a single official of the Delen Empire, not a single noble knight!

As mentioned countless times before, the folk customs of the Delenn Empire are traditional, conservative, dull, and rigid, so their noble knights can be called the model of the nobility of the entire Metland continent - the vast majority of them still uphold the oldest knightly virtues.

They don't lie.

With their own actions, in this materialistic era, they defended the initial and most simple glory of the knightly class.

These royal knights of the Delen Empire, they will not do anything to set up blame.

But Joe ...... And these subordinates of his......

Joe worked as a police officer in Tulum for two months, and during those two months, he learned a lot of very effective 'combat' skills from those veteran police officers.

For example, if you want to make things difficult for the owner of a small shop, but you can't find any evidence of his crimes......

You put on his shelf a small packet of white or black pepper wrapped in extreme tightness without any family crest on it...... Then, this small boss is doomed to bankruptcy.

The bigwigs of the Tulun Port Seven Committee will join forces to send this little boss to hell!

Every pepper in Tulum Harbor is strictly controlled, and every pepper must flow out of those family channels that are qualified for 'smuggling'...... Any pepper that is not allowed by any family, and is not in the sales files of those families, will be frantically tracked down by the major families.

A small packet of pepper is enough to decide the life and death of a small boss in Tulum Port.

The identity of the Grand Duke of Portland is much stronger than that of the small boss of Port Tulum, and it is much more ...... Therefore, the briefcase that Mr. Sterns took out could not have been a small packet of pepper.

Inside this briefcase are the design drawings of the new flintlock rifle, the new 120 millicaliber army field gun, and the new 900 millimeter super-large caliber mortar newly designed by the Deren Imperial War Department in the past two years and have not yet had time to be put into production.

Because of the new ordnance drawings presented by Qiao, these latest ordnance designed by the Delun Empire have been outdated for hundreds of years before they are put into production...... So, now these drawings are complete waste paper for the Delenn Empire.

But for the other countries of the continent of Metland, especially for the Republic of Gaul, which has a huge army force like the Deren Empire, and is also a top army power, the design drawings of these 'latest top armaments' are 'priceless'.

If there is an opportunity to acquire these drawings, the Republic of Gaul is willing to pay tens of millions of gold marks for these drawings, not to mention other countries.

"Oh, no, no, no...... You can't do that...... You do this...... You ......" Archduke Portland gasped and screamed in desperate hysteria, "you still, still...... A glorious nobleman? ”

Because of the broken ribs of Joe, the Grand Duke of Portland's breathing was very short, and his lungs ached so badly that he tried to scream, but he couldn't make much noise.

Joe was silent.

Mr. Sterns smiled and walked to the side of the Grand Duke of Bertrand, and he took the feeble hand of the Grand Duke and slowly pressed dozens of finger prints on the brown paper briefcase.

Then, Mr. S. Sterns took out the thick stack of drawings from the briefcase, one by one, leaving the Grand Duke of Portland with messy fingerprints on them.

He even got some ink from the inkwell on the Grand Duke of Portland's desk and applied it to the Grand Duke of Portland's fingers, leaving a relatively clear mark on several drawings.

After processing the drawings, Mr. S. Sterns took them back into his briefcase.

He tore off another of Portland's most distinctive, fiery red hair and clipped it into the drawing.

Repacking the briefcase, Mr. S. Sterns took a few steps back and stuffed the entire briefcase into an empty leather briefcase, which he placed in the corner of the vault.

Tooth walked up, took out a water-soaked handkerchief, and carefully wiped the ink off his fingers for the Grand Duke of Portland.

He wiped it carefully until the Grand Duke of Portland's fingers were clean and white and pink, leaving no traces.

The Portland Male's pupils shrank to the size of a pinpoint.

Joe looked at him and said indifferently, "I hate you guys...... When I was in the port of Tulum, it was you foreigners who spoiled the peaceful Mid-Autumn Night celebration...... Now, it's you again, and it's something like this in Hydrderabad. ”

"So, you're the Grand Duke of Portland under the protection of the Empire...... But the Empire will not protect a despicable thief! ”