"The dock is only a little bigger, and there are familiar faces among the porters. If you don't know who was missing after the explosion?" Winters slapped the table heavily.

"There are too many people on the dock. As long as you have the strength, you can be a porter. Where can we remember everyone?" The man who was interrogated answered without any loss: "Gendant Police, why don't you ask someone else?"

Winters asked various questions from other angles, but the other party bit himself to death and knew nothing.

"You go out." The exhausted Winters waved: "Call the next person in."

The man left, and another short and slutty man was replaced on the chair.

The short man sat crampedly on the stool, pursing his lips tightly, without saying a word.

"May I ask your name?" Winters politely broke the silence.

Before he finished speaking, the short mob stuttered on his neck like a hedgehog was stabbed to his butt, "I don't know anything!"

"I'm asking your name..."

"I don't know anything!"

"name……"

"I don't know anything!"

"roll!"

"I don't know anything!"

Winters picked up the cup on the table and smashed it hard on the ground.

——Cut—

"The dock workers were very nervous and they didn't want to say anything." Winters reluctantly reported the results of the inquiry with Lieutenant Colonel Field.

In the leisure room in the Officers' Club, Field, Moritz and Winters sat in a circle around the small table.

"The porters are afraid of being treated as leakers. Several gangs control all the porters' moving business on the dock. They issued a closure order, so the porters naturally don't even dare to fart." Field was in a bad mood. He held the wine glass in his hand for a long time but didn't drink a drop of wine: "We can't protect the porters' family, and they won't stand on our side."

There was no progress in the assassination, and neither Field nor Winters' faces looked very good.

Major Moritz, who was standing by, seemed to be completely unaffected and drank happily. Winters couldn't help but wonder whether Major Moritz was really losing his hearing or was using nothing to hear as an excuse to escape the irritating work.

Under the calm dock, undercurrents were surging, and the house of Benvinoto was still empty. Some news came from the cripple in Qianmin Street, explaining why all the dock workers closed their mouths tightly and why Benvinoto's family disappeared.

The porters at Hailan City Wharf are roughly divided into several groups according to their regions. They often have violent conflicts due to snatching jobs and other reasons, and they break one or two arms and legs from time to time.

On the night of the assassination, the Montas found their leader lying in a pool of blood in the alley behind the Songlin Tavern and killed by a knife from the left rib.

Just a few days ago, the Montas had just fought hard with the Vines. One of the Vines was seriously injured and more than a dozen were slightly injured. The one who was seriously injured died not long after he was carried back.

The Monta Republic is located in the mountainous area and has a difficult living environment. The land cannot support people, so men can only go out to join the army to make money. Therefore, the Monta people are fierce and tenacious, brave and fearless. The land of the Monta Republic has been an important source of troops since ancient times.

Now the Montas have determined that the Vanes are the murderer and vowed to repay blood with blood. Then they will never give up until the blood of their enemies is spilled out.

Although the Varne did not admit that they had killed the head of the Monta, they just regretted that someone had deprived them of the opportunity to take revenge.

For the Varen people who value family relations, if a Varen people die, a whole family will take revenge. The entire Varen community is connected by a complex network of kinship, like a pot of soil covered with plant roots.

The Vanes suffered a great loss before and were also licking their wounds to take revenge.

In the shadow of the bustling port area, both sides are ready to fight and accumulate strength and may fight at any time.

According to the Crip, both sides bought a lot of real guys in the black market, and even bought a lot of gunpowder. Even the Palatus, who had nothing to do with this matter, were preparing secretly. The final result might be very ugly.

The Vines, who were seriously injured in the previous violent conflict, were Benvinoto's uncle, and blood revenge was a commendable act in the Vines culture. Therefore, the Benvinoto family is now the focus of revenge for the Montas. According to the Crip, their family should be protected by the Vines community.

How many groups of workers at the dock are going to fight to the death?

Field didn't care about this at all.

In his eyes, even if the sea water at the port is dyed red by the blood of the dock workers, it is a problem for the customs and the city guards.

But it is precisely because of this absurd reason that the dock workers kept silent and refused to say anything.

"These guys are just right and we have no evidence to beg for it." Field said angrily and frustrated: "XX! I must have said everything if I put them in prison and beat them up."

However, Field could only make harsh words. Although torture is a common method for law enforcement officers in alliance to obtain evidence, the law of alliance has strict restrictions on the conditions for torture. The church also strictly prohibits believers from using torture on believers - in theory.

If Field dares to arrest the dock workers in prison without any evidence today, he will not have to wait for the day when the verdict is overturned in the future. Now he will have to pack up and write the war history.

"Where do you use money?" Winters proposed another simple method.

"We can't afford to buy their lives. Dockworkers are never ruthless when they join forces to kill mice [referring to leakers]." Field shook his head: "And ordinary workers don't know any valuable information. They have to find those leaders, but they are absolutely impossible to tell us where those leaders are."

Winters has had a new idea in his mind these days, but he has cautiously not raised it rashly. Now, seeing that the investigation has reached a deadlock again, he feels it is time to talk about his new ideas.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "I got a roulette gun these days, which is similar to the one I caught up with." The roulette gun that Winters mentioned was actually Sophia's: "After experimenting a few times, I found that this gun is not simple, and the gunman is even more simple."

After Sofia was taken to the military camp to house arrest, the roulette gun she carried was left at Serbiati's house. Winters couldn't help but dismantle the gun with her curiosity, and spent three times the time to dismantle it and reinstall it back.

As a person with natural intuition about mechanical structure, Winters quickly figured out the structure and principle of the spring rifle. The ignition mechanism of the spring rifle is essentially a friction wheel connected to the scroll spring. Before use, you must "force" the friction wheel one by one. Pull the trigger, the friction wheel rotates and flint scratches to produce Mars, ignite gunpowder.

In Winters' view, the advantage of this design is that it does not require careful care to prevent the fuse from extinguishing like a comb. It also has no open flames.

You should know that a cowlinter gun is a very dangerous weapon, whether against the enemy or against the gunman himself. Because although the flinter burns slowly, it is also open fire. For a cowlinter gunman who carries a lot of gunpowder and is covered with gunpowder powder, he is already qualified to receive a salary without igniting himself.

Another advantage is that it can be used with one hand. The shooting process of a cowlin gun requires two hands. All guns such as a short gun without a one-handed cowlin gun. The spring rifle can shoot with just one hand holding the gun and pulling the trigger, so the dock assassin can hold a gun in one hand and a sword in the other.

However, Winters also noticed the dangers of this design - the spring wheel mechanism is too complex, too fragile, and not reliable enough.

The trigger, the tenon, the vortex spring, as long as one part is loose, the gun will get fire. Does the assassin dare to hang this kind of gun on his waist, so why don’t he be afraid of the fire breaking his thighs with one gun?

"What's not simple?" Field lay down on the sofa with no interest.

"It's not easy to use! The gunmakers did not consider the actual situation of using one-handedly. The barrel used was still a long gun. In essence, it was a short sawed spear or a lead bullet weighing 30 grams. It was too difficult to use a gun with one hand. If I designed it, it would make the caliber smaller." Winters expressed his thoughts confidently: "We caught the gun with a larger caliber than the caliber of the spring-wheeled gun in my hand. Those who can shoot accurately with that gun must be proficient in guns."

Field lay on his back on the sofa and said softly: "What about?"

"The post-mortem report from the customs gave me a little inspiration. The coroners of the customs inferred their identity and social class through the body shape, appearance, calluses on their hands. I think we can also use the existing evidence to speculate what kind of person the assassin is."

"It's interesting." Field slowly got up and sat down at the moment: "Continue."

"The four assassins, at least two of them are proficient in guns and can use this large-caliber spring-roulette with one hand; there are also assassins' internal agents in the customs, so they know when the Skuo will dock and wait at the dock in advance; the four passengers approached them on their own initiative and thought the assassins were here to pick them up, which was strange... By the way, there are also their horses, and the few horses who were pulling carts were not panicked when they heard the gunshots... Oh, the untrained horses probably won't do this."

Field's expression became extremely serious, and even Moritz noticed the change in the atmosphere and silently put down his wine glass. The lieutenant colonel said to Winters in a deep voice: "Just say whatever you want."

"The assassins also impressed me very deeply. They are all masters of swordsmanship, especially Marshal Ned's long swordsmanship."

Winters used three extraordinary things to express his thoughts in a row. He continued: "Just as familiar as ever with practice, the assassin knew very well how to use the Swift Sword to deal with the long sword. The first assassin I and I almost got cut open their stomachs as soon as I fought with the sword. If it were an ordinary swordsman, I would never be so embarrassed. Major Moritz also fought with the other party, and you can also ask the major about his evaluation."

"The swordsman who is familiar with the swordsmanship of the military principal, is proficient in guns, and is trained to not be afraid of the sound of guns. There are not many people in Venetta who meet these descriptions." Winters gritted his teeth and said his own conclusion: "This is my own idea. The assassin we are looking for should be several alumni... One of them had his chin kicked off by me."

"Alumni", what alumni? Winters wanted to say clearly is an army officer, but the accusation was too serious. He still used the alumni statement, but Field would not have any misunderstandings.

"Are you very good at swordsmanship?" Field asked without hesitation.

"It's okay, but there are not many swordsmen who can make me embarrassed."

"Let's go, there's a training sword in the club." Field stood up in his uniform jacket: "It's useless to just talk, I'll find out after a competition."

Half an hour later, the second floor of the Officers' Club.

Field took off his helmet and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said breathlessly: "You guy really have something. I didn't expect that when a newcomer came, I was the one with the worst swordsmanship..."

There was no training armor, only a helmet, and the swordsmanship competition was 20 to 0. Winters actually thought about giving Lieutenant Colonel a few points, but when he held the sword, he just wanted to win. Lieutenant Colonel's swordsmanship was much worse than his attainment in magic.

"You're the one." Field hooked his finger at Moritz and threw his helmet to the Major.

When facing Moritz, Winters' pressure increased sharply. The major is worthy of being the top swordsman in the internal army competition. His reaction speed and control after passing the sword are much better than those of the lieutenant colonel.

However... it is still a little worse than Ike. Although Winters is indeed being dealt with by Ike for many years, Ike is a truly top swordsman. Winters' swordsmanship is also accumulating again and again, and he even almost won Ike in the end.

Major Moritz has strong sword skills, but he is only first-class. Not only can he not suppress Winters, but Winters is becoming more and more braver and wins the game.

Lieutenant Colonel Fidel's eyes shone on the side.

"This year's game is up to you to win glory for the Gendarmerie. This guy Moritz is not motivated, you must practice well." Field rushed up and held Winters' hand tightly: "You must beat all the beasts in the Security Command."
Chapter completed!