88 – War on Crime (3)

As a result of committing all the forces of the guards and the entire Blueport garrison, I was able to get rough information about them in about a day after I started investigating the incident.

First, the name of their organization was Blue Mold, and the bosses and officers of the organization were from the Countess of Petersburg in the southern part of the Northern Union.

And the lower members were refugees and hoodlums in Blueport, and they were sometimes supplied with food, alcohol, and prostitutes through District 5.

Seeing that the supply was continuously made, there was a possibility that more than a mid-level manager in District 5 had intervened.

It’s a shame that I started moving now, so I moved before the massive damage was done…

If I had acted too late, terrible things would have happened that I hate to imagine.

As I was gathering and analyzing the information I was given, the door opened and a soldier came in and said,

“I report to His Excellency, Count Kreuttel! Corporal Sands, belonging to Lieutenant Mark’s platoon, secured and tortured a low-ranking enemy officer. As a result, the leader of the organization is a man named August Nikolai, a knight under the command of Count Petersburg.”

It’s Count Petersburg, so when I met the King of the Northern Alliance a few months ago, he said he was a Count under the Duke of Kyiv who opposes him, right?

But it wouldn’t pay well to threaten me, not anyone else, in this way…

“Go on.”

“I ordered August Nikolai to create a channel for the Count of Petersburg to sell vodka and various moonshine, and at the same time to disrupt trade in the Blueport as much as possible. A few days later, they said they planned to set a fire after pouring a lot of vodka on the second warehouse.”

The alcohol concentration is 70%, so I tried to play with fire by adding a little exaggeration and using alcohol that starts to burn with just a brush.

It’s obvious if you don’t say anything after that.

If the 2nd warehouse closest to the pier burns down, many of the navigators and sailors living around it will naturally die.

It must have been a plan to unleash their cliques in the gap and take control of this port to fuck me.

I don’t know what the fucking plan is yet, as I don’t have enough imagination, but there’s a way to sell sailors vodka, which can be made cheaply but is high in alcohol and addictive like a drug.

Obviously, at first, vodka would be sold at a very low price, but once the customer base was secured to a certain extent, the price would be raised sharply and huge profits would be made.

In the future, he must be thinking of luring the sailors into crime with vodka.

I’m glad I figured out this evil plan even now.

“Corporal Sands has done a great job. I will reward you later, so you can go. Information is still lacking.”

However, the soldier in front of me did not back down yet, as if he still had something to report.

“Is there anything else to report?”

“Yes, this is a letter that I cannot read under my authority, but Major Valentine has requested that it be delivered to His Excellency.”

“Okay, just put that report down and go.”

With those words, the soldier in front of me bowed to me and stepped back.

After reading the letter, the location of branches in almost every region and the expected size were written in detail.

After all, these guys specialize only in information gathering, so their working skills are different.

And as a special note, I brought in a language interpreter from the Northern Alliance, and as a result of the interpretation, it was said that the Romanian accent was mixed…?

Then I hit my desk and got up and looked at the guys inside and said,

“All of you, put on your armor and prepare to go out. Respond as if your opponent is about 500 elites, no matter how weak they are, infantry who have completed training in our territory. Move to your respective battalion commanders to deliver orders and act on Colonel Biermann’s orders.”

“Then, what are you planning to do, His Excellency?”

I smiled at the blue-eyed young guy wearing the rank of lieutenant who asked me a question.

“I am your lord and ruler, and the shield that protects this city, and even the Earl of Creutel. Isn’t it?”

“That’s right.”

“Then, in order to earn their allegiance, I must do my duty. Even if it means risking death. That is what makes me different from Count Schwein.”

**

Then I took Lieutenant Short and Major Frost into action.

“Frost, how are the soldiers armed?”

“The guys on the forefront were even equipped with greave, and the rest of the guys also wore half armor. There is a high possibility that we will fight inside buildings and alleys, so we equipped them with swords, maces, and crossbows, not spears.”

“yes. How are the soldiers?”

“There are some complaints about coming out at night, but everyone is fine.”

“Right.”

Then, after entering the pier where the road narrowed, we divided our 300 men into platoons and moved forward.

Also, if the platoon commander who goes with me…

“Lieutenant Mark, it’s the first time I’ve seen you since I saw you in Strenheim.”

When I remembered Mark’s name, Mark put on a thrilled expression and struggled to suppress his voice.

“Yes, Your Excellency.”

“I was happy to hear that you became a second lieutenant.”

“It is an honour.”

Then I clapped once to call attention and said.

“According to the strategy, your platoon and I were supposed to go in front, so we’re in the most dangerous place… Are you sure you can protect me?”

“Leave it to me. I trained my soldiers to the best of my ability after the Battle of Strenheim, so even if we are at least a sergeant, we will win if we dismount with His Excellency’s new knights. And Major Frost said that this was an opportunity for me to be promoted to lieutenant, so he assigned me 50 soldiers.”

The headquarters we go to is the largest, but if it’s actually the soldiers of the Frost Battalion that I use as my personal guard…

Adding a little bit of exaggeration, even if all the guys in there were veteran soldiers, we would easily win.

And they’ll only have about 50 of them…

There’s really very little chance of me getting hurt.

“Then rest assured. By the way, didn’t Lieutenant Short come with you?”

“He’s gone with Major Frost to the back of headquarters now. Maybe while we’re suppressing the front, we’ll go back and completely suppress them.”

That’s how we approached as quietly as possible while talking about what was necessary to carry out the operation.

As we approached the enemy headquarters, Mark glanced at the sergeant next to him.

The guy who received that glance waved his hand and led about 10 of his subordinates to the front, and the sergeant started to break down the door with the two-handed hammer in his hand.

With each bang, bang, bang, the thick wooden door began to collapse, and after a while the door split in half.

Inside the cracked door, there was a chair made of almost rotting oak barrels that can only be found in slums, pickled herring made from poor-quality herring, beer, and half-rotten meat.

Inside, there were about 20 guys looking at us with surprised expressions.

I shouted to show them the minimum mercy and to make the investigation easier.

“I swear by Ciel von Kreuttel’s name that surrender will guarantee your life. However, if you resist, I will give you a pleasant end with torture.”

As soon as they heard that, the guys shouted loudly.

“Say those words while playing hero by grabbing your mother when you were a child!!”

“And why is our lord here, you stupid mandarin fish!”

“Seeing that you sold out the lord because you were blinded by your exploits, you are an idiot with a worse mind than us!”

Then each grabbed a miscellaneous weapon lying on the floor and charged us.

Then, one or two of our soldiers laughed, pushed their shields forward, and said,

“The person here is Sir Ciel von Kreuttel! And you guys are out here today!!”

“What are you talking about?”

So the tramps approached first and brandished their crude weapons at our soldiers.

Then, with a ‘kang’ sound, the weapon bounced off, and some weapons began to split.

Then the soldiers kicked or tripped the tramps in their greaves, who were baffled by the imperviousness of their weapons.

“Ouch!!”

“Sal, please save me..”

“That’s a matter for His Excellency the Count to decide. If you want to live, it would be good for you to pour out everything you know.”

“We only came here because they said they would give us something to eat when we came here… Please save us, seniors…”

To that, I replied in a cold voice.

“Your limbs are fine, but you dared to commit a crime on my estate, and the excuse you gave was because you were hungry… In our estate, even beggars get porridge for two meals a day… I don’t know what kind of bullshit you’re talking about.”

And I pretended to shoot the guy’s wrist with the mace he was holding in his hand.

Then the boy said, squeezing out tears and snot.

“Sah, save me. Your Excellency… I’ll tell you everything I know.”

“Okay, then where are the officers?”

“When you go inside, there is a large room. If you go inside, there is a room used by the executives.”

Hearing that, I raised the mace from his hand and told the soldiers.

“Only about 10 people remain and arrest them, and the rest go to the place where the officers are.”

“Yes, Your Excellency.”

“And Mark, you stand in the front. Wouldn’t it be necessary to be promoted to lieutenant?”

“Yes!”

Hearing those words, Mark stood at the forefront with brisk steps, holding on to his dream of being promoted to lieutenant.

Then, again, the soldiers hit the door with their maces and opened it.

Inside, the executives were having a wild party.

Alcohol is the basics, and some guys enjoy the pleasure of wearing women and wiggling their breasts…

In the movies, executives are caught when they come to places like this, but in reality, criminal organization executives don’t play around with alcohol and women at their headquarters…

Probably, these guys are the influential people of the Blue Port.

“Damn it, Frost must have caught all the headquarters officers. Arrest everyone!!!”

That’s how we arrested all the guys, including the prostitute inside.