The most shameless alchemist in history

The young guard was about to introduce the identity of the young man next to him, but was stopped.

"Are you General Verdun?"

Dure asked calmly, having never heard of Verdun before.

It wasn't that he was ignorant; in fact, he had the entire list of all the high-ranking officers in Frost City memorized.

However, Verden was not among them, which can only mean that Verden was a newly promoted officer after he left the Snow Country.

"I am Verdun. Who are you? Who gave you permission to come here?"

The mustachioed general stroked his beard, frowned, and asked.

“Who I am is not important. This is a military train. According to regulations, it can only be used in emergency situations and can only transport military supplies or emergency relief supplies. General Verdun, what are these supplies being transported?” Lynn asked in a stern voice with a straight face.

His face was so gloomy it was almost frightening, which made Yingyue a little panicked. She had never seen Du Lei like this since she met him.

“These are transporting… tobacco? This box is full of tobacco!” At this moment, Red Flash pulled out a dagger.

She stabbed open a box next to her, and when she opened it, she saw what was inside.

"Hey, stop right there! Who told you to do this? Where did you come from?" Rom, the middle-aged, fat businessman next to him, shrieked.

He loudly berated Red Flash.

"Tobacco? Interesting. If I remember correctly, tobacco is listed as a prohibited item, right? It can only be sold in limited quantities under the supervision of relevant departments, and no one else can transport or sell it privately," Du Lei said with a sneer.

"This... General Verdun, what do you think of this..." The fat merchant was starting to panic as Durei questioned him repeatedly.

He could only turn to General Verdun, who was still standing with his hands behind his back, looking furious.

"Boy, although I don't know who you are, everything here is legal. I don't know anything about tobacco. Arrest him, and arrest everyone here!" General Verdun waved his hand and gave the order.

At his command, dozens of guards nearby immediately surrounded him, raising their guns and aiming at the young man.

This greatly worried the guard who had just received Du Lei.

“General Verdun, this officer is…” he said hastily, trying to explain the situation.

"So... does General Verdun not recognize these as tobacco and intends to arrest us all and then kill us to silence us?"

Lynn waved his hand to stop the guard once again, and said with a sneer.

"I don't understand what you're talking about. What are you all standing there for? Why aren't you making your move? If he dares to resist, kill him without mercy!"

Verdun coldly issued the order. He was a general, after all. If he couldn't even handle this simple matter, wouldn't people laugh at him?

“Sir, could you do me a favor?” Du Lei suddenly asked the young guard beside him.

"Huh? You, you say something." The young guard said tremblingly.

He was completely confused about what was going on.

"Could you take my warrant to the Inspection Department?" Du Lei said softly.

“No problem, no problem!” the young guard immediately agreed.

“That would be perfect,” Dure nodded and said.

"What's wrong? Weren't you guys pretty tough just now? Now that General Verdun is here, you've all gone silent?" Rom said mockingly.

“Du Lei…” Sakura looked at him in confusion.

She was actually seeking Duré's permission.

If Dure gives her permission, she will kill all the people in front of her without hesitation.

“It’s alright. So, General Verdun, what do you intend to do with us?” Dure shook his head and asked softly.

By this time, the young guard he had asked for help had already gone far away. After all, he was just a lowly soldier, and no one would care about him.

"Looks like you're not too stupid, knowing that what I'm doing is completely pointless. So let's arrest them first, and punish them after we've finished our business." Verdun waved his hand to give the order, and his men immediately sprang into action, detaining Dure and his men.

Sakura and Red Flash initially wanted to resist, but at Dure's prompting, they both gave up.

"Hehehehe, as expected, those who oppose General Verdun never have a good ending. Being able to cooperate with you, General, is truly the wisest decision I've ever made," the middle-aged merchant Rom said smugly.

"Alright, Rom, let's get the important business done first. Get these things on the train as soon as possible, otherwise it will be very embarrassing for me if it gets exposed," General Verdun urged.

"Understood. Leave this matter to me, General Verdun. It will be absolutely foolproof. What are you all standing around for? Hurry up! Didn't you hear what the general said? Quickly load all this tobacco onto the cart and take it away. Don't hesitate for a moment, understand?" The middle-aged merchant Rom urged loudly.

The nearby laborers also sped up their work, moving boxes and boxes of tobacco into the train carriages.

This continued for about 10 minutes, and it was clear that only a few boxes remained to be packed when suddenly a large number of uniformed soldiers appeared outside the station, which surprised Verdun.

"Which department are you from?" a guard shouted.

"You're asking me which department I'm from? I'd like to ask you which department you're from, and who gave you permission to use the military train here without authorization?" The leader was a female officer in a blue stand-up collar military uniform. She had a very strong presence and asked the question in a stern voice.

“We are from the 4th Army Corps. This is our commander, General Verdun. We have been ordered to Frost City to set up camp and are currently mobilizing military supplies. And who are you? How dare you interfere in the affairs of our Army Headquarters?” an officer retorted. They were a corps stationed in another region and rarely returned to Frost City, so they were not particularly familiar with the situation there.

"So this is some kind of army with such a grand display. Turns out it's a foreign legion. Don't they even recognize us?" A man with a cigarette dangling from his lips chuckled.

"General, these people look like they're from the Inspectorate," an adjutant whispered to Verdun after observing them closely.

"What? People from the Inspectorate?" Verdon was greatly surprised.

“Yes, the Inspection Department is currently the most arrogant group in the entire Frost City. There’s nothing they wouldn’t dare to interfere with. Moreover, their recruitment process is the most demanding, bringing together the most elite people in the entire Snow Kingdom. Their equipment is also given priority.” The adjutant explained.

“I’ve heard of the Inspectorate. Before I came to Frost City, my old superior warned me never to mess with them. Why would they be targeting us?” Verden became restless, and cold sweat began to bead on his forehead.

"We reported that someone was smuggling tobacco here, so we came to check if that's true?" the leading female officer said sternly.

"No, no, sir, it's all a misunderstanding. We're all one family. Frost City is facing a crisis, and we were ordered to come and assist. We're brother units, so there's no need to be so serious," the adjutant immediately stepped forward, putting on a smile.

"Who says you're a brother unit? Don't try to get too friendly with us right now. Are you sure you're not smuggling tobacco?" the female officer asked, frowning.

"No, no, absolutely not. This is strictly forbidden. How could we possibly do such a thing, right?" the adjutant said with a forced smile.

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949 Brother Unit

"Since there isn't anything, could you tell us what's in those boxes?" the female officer asked again.

"Well, it contains medical supplies. Because we are facing an emergency and there is a possibility of a serious incident, we urgently mobilized a batch of medical supplies to prepare for this," the adjutant quickly explained.

"And who is this person? How did he end up here?" the male officer next to him asked, pointing at the middle-aged businessman.

"I am..." Rom hesitated for a moment, unsure how to answer.

“He is Rom, the businessman in charge of providing this batch of medical supplies, and a philanthropist,” the adjutant quickly explained.

"So that's how you are a philanthropist! That's truly remarkable. Our Snow Kingdom desperately needs philanthropists like you," the male officer said with a smile.

"But speaking of Rom, I remember we raided one of your tobacco factories just last month. You used to keep a couple hundred thugs around at all times and were a notorious villain in Frost City. How come you've suddenly become a philanthropist?" the male officer said with a smile.

"Brother, you must have mistaken me for someone else, right?" Rom said, forcing a smile.

"Mistaken identity? Is there anyone in Frost City that our Inspection Department doesn't know? Let alone Lord Rom, a figure of such renown, with several murders on your record. We've been planning to invite you over for tea for a while, but we've been too busy with other matters. We didn't expect to run into you here today, Lord Rom, which saves us the trouble of going to your residence to invite you." The male officer said leisurely.

"No, I was really just transporting medical supplies. If you don't believe me, you can ask General Verdun, right?"

Rom's forehead was covered in large beads of cold sweat. He took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat away, and forced a smile as he spoke. His whole body was trembling, and he looked extremely nervous.

"Medical supplies? But why do I smell tobacco from afar?" the male officer said with a smile.

"This... impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible. This batch of supplies is definitely medical supplies, not tobacco," Rom said, trembling.

He had previously sought out General Verdun as his patron in order to leverage Verdun's influence and protect him from having his past misdeeds brought up and from imprisonment.

But now that he has just helped Verdun with the first batch of transactions, he has been targeted by the Inspectorate. If it were any other department, he would be able to find a way to deal with it, but it is the Inspectorate, which is the most troublesome department.

"Isn't it tobacco? Do you think my nose would be wrong?" The male officer chuckled.

"Go and search the box to see if it really contains tobacco," he waved his hand, ordering his men to take action.

At his command, several guards in the uniform of the Inspectorate stepped forward to search the area, but at that moment, Verdun suddenly raised his hand and shouted.

"Wait!"

He sternly rebuked the guards from the Inspectorate who were about to search the area.

He knew the box didn't contain medical supplies, but tobacco, which was prohibited from being smuggled.

Using military trains for smuggling is a particularly serious problem. If this matter is exposed, he will likely face severe punishment. Therefore, he absolutely cannot allow these inspectors to get close to the boxes.

"What's wrong? General Verdun, are you feeling guilty?" the male officer asked with a smile.

"What's your name? What's your rank?" General Verdun demanded sternly, his face grim.

"You ask my name? Well, sir, my name is Hank, and my rank is just lieutenant colonel," the male officer introduced himself.

"So you're just a mere lieutenant colonel, yet you dared to search my military train?" Verden continued to question.

"This? General Verdun, it's just our job. We hope you can cooperate. What's wrong with that? Does it seem like you want to resist our Inspectorate?" Hank asked, squinting.

"I strongly suspect that you are not from the Inspection Department, but a group of bandits of unknown origin disguised as members of the Inspection Department, trying to rob the military train. Everyone, listen to my orders, get ready, and resist these bandits!" Verdun immediately issued the order.

"The general and his men are from the Ministry of Supervision, this..." The adjutant was taken aback; he didn't want things to escalate to an extreme.

"What's wrong? Aren't you going to obey my orders?" General Verdun said, his tone becoming more forceful.

"Yes, I understand. Enter combat readiness!" The adjutant knew he couldn't disobey his superior's orders and had to obey.

At the same time, Verdun's men all raised their guns and aimed them at the Inspectorate personnel.

"This is quite interesting. You local troops actually dare to point guns at us. It seems like it's been a long time since we've encountered something like this." Hank remained calm in the face of those dark gun barrels, simply taking out a cigarette and slowly striking a match to light it.

"Hey, how many times have I told you to quit smoking? Why don't you listen?" the female officer next to him scolded.

"Oh dear, I bought these cigarettes from a legitimate shop. This is a lawful official, so don't worry about these things," Hank said nonchalantly.

"Who cares about your business? This is official business!" the female officer snapped.

"What? I thought you were concerned about my personal affairs, Commander Eileen. You made me happy for nothing," Hank said with some regret.

"Is this the time for you two to flirt? Get out of the station right now, or I will use force to expel you!" General Verdun issued his final ultimatum to them.

“General Verdun, I have a piece of advice for you,” Hank said with a smile.

"What?" Verden looked at him in surprise.

"Never point your guns at the Inspectorate. That's what Commander Dure told us on our first day at the Inspectorate. Only we in the Inspectorate can point our guns at others. Anyone else who dares to point their guns at us will only have one fate," Hank said with a smile.

"Judging from your expressions, you don't want to leave the train station, do you?" General Verdun pulled out a pistol and pressed it against the forehead of the man named Hank, threateningly.