The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

This is the first time Li Feng has entered the game.

To be precise, it was the first time I entered the detention room, and the one who was handcuffed was also the one who was violently pushed in.

I estimate that if it hadn't been for the diplomatic passport found on his body, he would have received at least the butt of a gun.

After looking at the configuration of the small single room, Li Feng, who was not worried at all, just lay down on the bench without any care, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

After a while, deep snoring could be heard in the small single room of the detention room. After a restless night, I was finally able to have a good sleep.

Outside the door of the small single room, the observation window suddenly slid open to the side. Li Feng was seen sleeping on his back and subconsciously scratching his face. The expression of the Gauls outside the door was completely opposite.

[-], Avenue George V.

At this time, both sides of the street have been sealed. The firefighters near the embassy building are rolling up the belt pipes on the ground. The helmets on their foreheads reflect the light under the street lights. The orange lights on the fire trucks are still flashing. .

The crowd of onlookers were blocked at the entrance of the street by the Tower PDs, pointing at the small building where the accident occurred. It seems that no matter what country you are in, as long as you are a person, you can't escape the nature of watching the excitement.

As the firefighters evacuated, emergency vehicles painted with red crosses on a white background began to enter the scene under the command of PDs outside.

The fire-fighting water was still flowing from the small building, extending along the stairs to the road, with a faint red color.

In addition to the smell of burning wood, there was also an unbearable smell of blood and fishy smell in the air. Even the medical staff who got off the ambulance subconsciously wore an extra layer of masks.

As the stretchers were carried out one by one, the first ones were covered with a layer of white cloth. After being carried out, they were also placed on the roadside, which meant that, according to the judgment of the doctors on site, they had passed away.

As more and more stretchers covered with white cloth were placed on the roadside, even the passers-by who stood on tiptoe to watch could not help but draw big cross symbols on their foreheads and bodies, and murmured to themselves, praying. Let God accept these people.

After more than a dozen stretchers were neatly lined up on the roadside, people who were still able to breathe were gradually taken to the ambulance.

Later, the stretchers may have been used up, and some of them were gradually able to move on their own. They limped out of the small building and were helped out. Their faces were blackened by the smoke, but they were very lucky to be able to come out alive at this time.

Inside the small building, there was not a single PD inside. They were all plainclothes detectives wearing camel-colored trench coats and fedora hats or Trippy hats. They were holding a civilized stick in one hand and a flashlight in the other, investigating the scene inside.

The detective with a pipe in his mouth couldn't help but frown when he saw the first floor was in pieces, as if it had been hit by a typhoon. Then the beam of the flashlight was focused on the wall, and he couldn't help but look at the dense craters. I dug out a warhead from the mouth of my pipe, combined it with the shell, and studied it carefully.

"Smith & Wesson Revolver Bullets~!"

"Yes, Detective Cornwall, not only Smith and Wesson, but also Colt 1917, Browning M1911, Tokarev TT, Walter PPK and unknown silenced pistols were also found outside the yard. Thompson submachine gun cartridges!”

The complexity of the weapons made the detective's dark blue eyes unable to help but show deep worry.

Looking at the survivor coming down the stairs with trembling legs, Cornwall waved to him and stuffed the pipe in his mouth into his pocket.

"What exactly happened here, sir, please tell us the truth~!"

The deep voice had a hint of the unique tone of the iron tower. He looked at the survivor who was so frightened that his courage almost disappeared. He puffed up his chest and looked at him condescendingly.

"No, I don't know what happened. I was already asleep on the bed. Then there were explosions and gunshots downstairs. I don't know who they are. I don't even understand what happened now. I need to contact the country, and I must tell them about this incident!"

As if he finally came to his senses, the middle-aged man, who had been swinging his legs just now, went upstairs again in a panic. It seemed that he wanted to send a message. "No, you may not have woken up yet. Sir, you can't go anywhere until you find out everything. Cooperate with the police department and tell us everything that happened tonight!"

"This is our embassy. You are standing on our territory now. Such a big problem has occurred. This is a serious problem for your security. I must contact my country and issue a note~!"

The middle-aged man who was just about to go upstairs was stopped by plainclothes at the entrance of the stairs. At this time, he looked very crazy. He was frightened all night. He did not thank the PDs for their life-saving help at all, but turned the fire on him. sprinkled on their heads.

Cornwall shrugged his shoulders, took out the pipe in his pocket, and waved toward the door with a teasing smile. The plainclothes officer who received the order hurriedly took him out like a little chicken.

"Returning to the G family, I have lost all my land. When will I be able to establish a country by occupying an island? It seems that when I retire, I can also buy an island and become the king?"

After Cornwall was taken away, he didn't have any scruples and made a joke in public. Of course, there must be a hint of ambiguity in it. A large part of it pointed to Britain, which is across a strait across the strait from Gaul.

As long as the Gauls find the right opportunity, they will not miss the opportunity to bring their neighbors with them when they are in trouble. What makes them so arrogant? In the eyes of the real Gallic nobles, they are just a group of pirates occupying the island. Even if you wear the clothes of a noble, you won't look like a human being.

"Inspector Cornwall, you'd better come out and take a look~!"

At this time, the only police officer wearing a PD uniform came in through the water stains from the door. After saluting, he pointed outside with an ugly expression.

Cornwall nodded and sighed heavily. As a veteran detective, when he saw the police officer's face, he knew that the development of the situation had exceeded everyone's expectations. Maybe, it was about to move towards something bigger. Misty walked away.

"This is the ID found on one of them~!"

Looking at the small black book with three dark blue letters printed on it, Inspector Cornwall couldn't help but pat his forehead, lifted the white cloth and compared the photos, and barely looked at the person from the depression in his chin. In the upper part above the bridge of the nose, the instigator, Lao Ge, may not know where he has gone.

"I think we're in big trouble~!"

He tapped the ID in the palm of his hand. The pupils of Cornwall's dark blue eyes had narrowed a circle at this time. The situation was indeed unexpected. He put the ID into the bag with a calm expression, and then looked at the other three. The white cloth was lifted, and the corners of his mouth were slightly twitching.

"Four of them are white, and the rest should be people from this building. I don't know if they were hit in the melee or if they were too late to evacuate...!"

Another detective in charge of the survey carefully studied

"No, Gariel, I'm afraid we have to notify the 'swimming pool' side. Since both parties are from abroad, I think the matter is over here~!"

After lighting up his pipe, Cornell kept a secretive face, unwilling to participate in in-depth analysis. He could survive until retirement in this chaotic city, but he still abided by the words that his father often chanted when he was still alive.

Dignity is not in the hands. Only those who have the courage to raise their hands will eventually gain the respect of others.

All the stretchers and white cloths were loaded onto the truck of the Police Department and drove towards the [-]th District in the east of Tieta City. Both the detectives and the detectives walked out of the small building one after another, waiting for the arrival from the "swimming pool" people.

The reporters who came after hearing the news were like hungry wolves after smelling bones. They took photos of the small building one after another, or rotated the film of the camera.

On the black and white film, Detective Cornish was solemnly shaking hands with the special agent in military uniform. The screenshot of this scene was quickly cleaned out. The lights in the newspaper office came back on, editing, typesetting, even while Li Feng was still in full swing. While sleeping.

Newspapers with the scent of ink have spread all over the streets of Iron Tower.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night. (End of chapter)