Sabo opened his mouth wide and looked at the skylights on the stern of the boat: "This is..."

William gently pressed his top hat and smiled as Sabo was rushing to straighten his hat: "Have you seen it before?"

“See.”

Sabo nodded, no longer as he was when he first got on the boat: "But I have never seen so many, why do I carry so many sky lanterns on the boat?"

William smiled profoundly but did not answer because a crew member had already walked up with a phone worm.

"Hey? Sherlock?" William raised his eyebrows after answering the phone and smiled: "Have you arrived home?"

"It's home!" Sherlock on the bow deck said in a deep voice.

East China Sea, the Kingdom of Navia, Baisong Town.

This is Sherlock's hometown and the birthplace of the Flash Gold Chamber of Commerce.

At this time, the town's dock was directly occupied by four warships, and no other ship dared to approach. Sherlock walked down the deck with a rushing forward and behind her.

On the phone bug, William smiled heavily: "Since I haven't been home for so long, the scene should be a little bigger."

As soon as William finished speaking, before Sherlock could ask, he saw a neat firecracker suddenly coming from the four warships. The people who came to greet him on the shore were obviously startled by the sudden sound of cannons.

Sherlock pursed his lips and was a little moved. He knew that William was not someone who liked to do these superficial articles, but he still made such an order because he wanted to find the face he and his family had lost for Sherlock who had left his hometown in shame.

After Sherlock handed the phone bug to his entourage, he looked at a row of local celebrities standing on the shore who looked either rich or noble.

These people used to be more or less involved with the Flash Gold Chamber of Commerce and Sherlock's family. At this time, when she saw Sherlock who had committed crimes and returned home in glory, she might not have much psychological emotions, but on the surface they all showed false enthusiasm, but they were just startled by the sound of cannons and their expressions were not very natural.

Sherlock followed a long line of troops, many of whom were carrying weapons, which made the local celebrities coming to greet him a little nervous.

"Sherlock won't take revenge on us, right?" someone asked in a low voice to his companion beside him.

"It shouldn't be true. No matter what, we are all here with deep roots. Is he still going to catch us all?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Sherlock and his group had already walked up to him.

The mayor, who organized local celebrities to greet him, was always standing at the front of the team. He enthusiastically stretched out his hands to Sherlock, but saw Sherlock turn a blind eye to it.

Sherlock pushed the glasses on his nose, glanced coldly at the mayor and everyone behind him, then pointed to the mayor, and said to Edmund beside him: "This is the local mayor."

Although Sherlock had deep trust from William, he had no military power. The only one who could command William's armed forces was Edmund at this time, who had obtained William's permission.

Edmund turned his head to the soldiers following behind him, and saw the latter walking out quickly and pressing the mayor of Baisong Town down.

"What are you doing?"

The situation became too fast. Before the locals could react, the town mayor was handcuffed. The town sheriff following behind the mayor was furious and his hand was already touching the pistol at his waist. But the next moment, Edmund's right hand was drawn out of the sheath. Everyone present could not see his movements clearly. The sheriff's chin was pressed by the tip of a knife, and at this time his fingers had just touched the gun.

"It's not your business, don't move around." Edmund's hand holding the knife gently exerted force, lifted the town sheriff's chin with the tip of the knife, and then said coldly.

The group of people behind Edmund had already raised their guns to aim at the locals on the dock. Facing the black muzzle, no one dared to act rashly.

Sherlock took out a piece of parchment from his arms, slowly opened it, and showed the content to the locals in front of him: "This is the handwriting of the kingdom's first consul, Morgan Stoult William, the mayor of Baisong Town, and was involved with Reard, the mastermind of the rebellion that occurred in Kalmar City three months ago. He was arrested immediately and interrogated on the spot."

A group of local celebrities looked at each other and their faces were pale. One of the charges that Reard was charged was to violate the Prohibition and control the transactions in the underground alcohol market. But who in this town has no involvement with Prohibition?

The four warships were enough to block the sea routes of the town, which made the celebrities in the town feel badly.

...

At night, Sherlock and Edmund stood in front of an abandoned villa. Edmund looked around, while Sherlock looked melancholy.

This abandoned villa is the house that Sherlock set fire to the fire. Perhaps it was because it was originally the property of the Sherlock family, or perhaps because a few people died, no one has sorted it out yet.

The dock area in the distance gradually shone with fire, and gunshots faintly passed through the wind.

Sherlock didn't move, Edmund looked at it and asked, "You can't help but act?"

Sherlock sneered when he heard this: "They are guilty, and they are just right. They will use this wave to hit them hard. Otherwise, they will not be so easy to be honest and obedient. It is not conducive to our plan to change this place to a free trade zone next. Such people are not good enough to do anything. On the surface, they may not dare to disobey, but they are good at dragging them down."

"Free Trade Zone? What's that?" Edmund scratched his head, "You, William, and that Denpiel, I really can't understand a word of what you have studied all day long."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Just know that this place will become a paradise for tax and money laundering in the East China Sea," Sherlock smiled. "Pirates are endless to kill. The environment is like this. It cannot be changed by our fleet or a country. But William thinks that we can try to block the necks of the East China Sea pirates through funds and supplement it with deterrence from force to play a role in affecting them."

Edmund frowned slightly: "But now seems to be a critical period. Will this be a reputation for William..."

"William will not be wrong. The only one who is wrong will be the people below," Sherlock smiled unchanged. "The newly established bank here is not called Morgan Bank or Sihai Bank, but called Flash Bank. Supporters and builders are all me. They have nothing to do with William. They are all people below who are greedy for profit and do so by their own actions. If you want to scold me, you should scold me. As for the future, people will get used to it in a subtle way, and it will be fine at that time."

As the two were talking, a young army officer from a distance had already trotted over.

"Sir, a rebellion occurred in the dock area. Some armed personnel attacked the dock with the intention of robbing ships. Now the criminals have been controlled, and the enemy has been shot forty-seven people, and no casualties have been killed on our side." The officer replied after a standard military salute.

Like many William's cadres, Edmund began to like these juniors who came from the young army more and more. They are loyal and disciplined, and have an orderly form. Compared with the lazy pirates, although there may be a gap in strength and practical experience, the daily style gives people a very unusual feeling.

After Edmund returned the gift, he arranged some arrangements. After the young officer left, he smiled at Sherlock and said, "Will we go and meet these local 'heads' later?"

When he spoke the four words "head figure", his tone was sarcastic.

Sherlock smiled knowingly, and then his smile turned cold: "No, let them be worried and afraid for another night. These people bully the weak and the strong. Let them know that we are conveying William's orders now, not to negotiate with them! Disobedient, there will be a dead end."
Chapter completed!