After Mr. and Mrs. Master discussed with each other, Mr. Master stood up and said, "Then shall we surrender?"

"There's no need to surrender. Didn't the police chief say he won't expose us?" Cafu decisively blocked Mast's idea after hearing this.

"If the sentence is based on intentional injury, I think it will take at least two to three years for each person. Of course, if the lawyer is good or you have great connections, you may be able to pay enough bail and get a suspended sentence."

Lieutenant Colonel Arnold looked at Viscount Campbell. The only one who could afford a big-name lawyer and had a strong network of connections was this nobleman from the Kingdom of Luke.

"I don't think the policemen in Bruguet are as meticulous as the one in front of me. What do you suggest, little brother?" Viscount Campbell asked Annick directly without caring about the looks of others.

"Me? If I were you and you wouldn't do anything right now, oh, let me analyze for you, who would keep an eye on Cheddie's death."

"Please tell me."

"How many sons does Cheddie have?" Annick said looking at Quinn.

"He is not married, so he has no sons, but he has three nephews and nieces, and it is said that he also has several mistresses. As for illegitimate children, he has never said anything about it." As a secretary, Quinn naturally knew this.

"Then it is estimated that his family will be busy fighting for the inheritance, and no one will hold on to the cause of death."

Annick looked at everyone's expressions, some were understanding, some were shocked, and some were smiling.

"Next is the Black and White Road. The underworld has lost an underground boss. I think his subordinates are either eager to fight among themselves to choose a new boss. Or they have to deal with other forces to grab the cake. So your problem may come from the Ministry of War or the Navy

There will be pressure from a senior official in the ministry, or a member of Congress will demand to find out the truth."

"Because of face?" Viscount Campbell seemed to understand Annick's thoughts.

"Because of face, if one's horse boy is killed on a cruise ship, he will naturally lose his prestige. It will be difficult for a thief to explain to him or them when he steals and kills."

"What can you do? I think you have a countermeasure." Viscount Campbell showed his provocation like an old fox.

"Yes, follow your script, or prove to each other that you both have time to be absent. And the key point is this." After Annick finished speaking, he pointed to the poker in his hand. "You want to use the Cross of Roses Society in turn?"

"Yes, first put away the thief's theft equipment, and put the money in Cheddy's wallet back. Then Secretary Quinn, you will remember that a group of men in black have been in frequent contact with Cheddy in the past few months. Then put Cheddy away

It is estimated that a few documents were taken out of that pile, preferably those related to the Northern Continent."

"I see."

"I will return this card to its original owner. Remember to flush the Pegasus cigarette butt that you faked as a thief into the sewer."

"I still don't know why you are helping us? A sense of justice? Or something else. The relationship between Ron and I is not enough for you to do this." Captain Booker asked.

"Sense of justice? No, no, no, if I want to insist on justice, it will be procedural justice rather than resultant justice. Even if Cheddie deserves to die, you have no right to sentence him to death. I am doing this just because my heart is right.

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"Sir, please allow me to bow to you on behalf of thousands of victim families."

Pierre heard this and bowed to Annick.

"No need, I just feel that you are not bad people. In fact, if you are afraid that outsiders will leak the news, the best way is to silence you. You just got us three brothers and sisters drunk last night and let me have a good sleep. I believe

You are not bad people."

Annick supported the mixed-race young man, and then spoke seriously to everyone in front of him.

"Everyone, please go to rest. Your fate will be handed over to the police who will board the ship to search in the afternoon. Mr. Captain, please send the news that a silver diamond 2 playing card was found on the body to the Eggsburg Police Department.

and the Bureau of Special Operations.”

Everyone dispersed after hearing this, and Annick noticed that everyone looked relieved.

When Captain Booker was about to leave, Annick followed him.

"What's up? What else is going on? Ron told me that you are the most trouble-making newcomer he has ever seen."

"I also want to be a salty fish who goes to work and paddles every day, but things don't let me go. You see, this happens to me even if I take a vacation. Don't think too much, I just go to read the legendary wireless telegraphy

What does it look like?"

"That's all?" Captain Booker said with a questioning tone.

"By the way, find me a seat with a good view. I want to see how powerful this legendary Cross of Roses Society is and how many little black men it can attract in the end." Annick gave a sly smile.

"Little black man? You said the special operations department is quite annoying. If you want to change jobs, you have to apply to them. If you want to make some extra money after retiring from the army, you have to sign a guarantee letter." Captain Booker seemed to understand Annick's point of view very well.

idea.

The two walked out of the first-class cabin together and climbed up from the independent stairwell on the deck to the navigation and telegraph room on the third floor.

"The telegraph room is near the stern, and the navigation room is near the bow. If you want the best view, go to the navigation room."

Captain Booker knocked on the door of the telegraph room, and inside a gray-haired young man with black engine oil on his face stood in front of the two of them.

"The person performing the comedy is our communications officer Jack, and this is Sergeant Annick."

"Hello, I won't shake hands with you because my hands are dirty." Jack invited the two of them into the room.

As soon as he entered the room, Annick was attracted by the machine placed in the middle of the table.

Two glass tubes, one large and one small, were placed on a wooden shelf. The heads of the glass tubes were connected together with a rubber hose. There was also a ball of iron wire placed inside the large glass tube.

There are pistons made of cork at the ends of the glass tubes, and the ends of the piston are connected to a connecting rod. The end of the connecting rod has a flywheel, and then the flywheel is connected to a large disc.

"I actually saw a Stirling engine." Annick couldn't help shouting.

"Who is Sterling? This thing is called the Dunland Engine. Those people claimed to have received divine inspiration and tinkered with it."

After Jack finished speaking, he placed a large alcohol lamp under the large glass tube and lit it with a match. After a while, the machine began to creak. The expanding piston drove the connecting rod, which in turn drove the flywheel and pulley to rotate.

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"It's okay, it's finally running normally this time." Jack smiled happily, his white teeth showing on his face covered in black oil.

"Are you going to use this to hook up a generator?"

"Yes, the steam engine is too big and cumbersome. In the past, we had to hire two young men to crank the telegraph by hand. Not only did it generate a small amount of electricity, but it would also cause power outages. After buying this thing, two of my subordinates also had an honorable transfer.
Chapter completed!