Book of Gods and Demons

At dusk.

On the first floor of the Tulum Port Police Station, on the northeast side, enter through a double-door door. From the first floor to the third floor, is the canteen of the police station.

On weekdays, rows of neatly arranged dining tables in the canteen leaned against the wall, covered with white tablecloths and exquisite tableware, and they were arranged like a buffet and a reception.

Bottles of fine wines of various colors are neatly placed on the dining table, barrels of freshly squeezed juice are placed on the ground, pots and pots of hot and fragrant black tea and coffee are spitting fragrance on the four-wheeled trolley.

Fine white porcelain plates, saucers and tea cups, shiny glass wine glasses and drink cups, as well as sterling silver dinner knives and forks are shining under the candlelight. What is especially luxurious is the decanter made of natural crystal on the dining table. These are all rare and expensive gadgets.

The specially-made four-wheeled long carriage drove slowly into the police station compound, and the waiter in the tuxedo carefully lifted the large square silver dinner plate from the carriage one after another.

The chefs in the canteen of the police station have limited skills. The simple three meals they prepare on weekdays are described as basic-level police officers—not bad, and slightly better than pig food.

Today’s buffet reception is to celebrate the promotion of Chief Stein, the promotion of a group of detectives, and it is also to celebrate the emergence of a strange flower like Joe in the Tulum Port Police Department-as a police officer, I got it. The first-class thorns meritorious medal is worth celebrating.

For such a happy event, drinks and food should not be sloppy, and definitely should not fool everyone with things that are only slightly better than pig food.

Therefore, the wine is the best wine sponsored by the Rittal family, and the food is the custom takeaway from the high-end restaurant run by a businessman in the Gaul Republic in Tulum port from the back office of the police station.

The huge silver dinner plate was sent to the canteen. From the first floor to the third floor, the long table against the wall was neatly arranged together. When the waiter lifted the arched dinner plate cover, it was thick. The fragrance was overflowing, and many police officers in the cafeteria couldn't help but applaud.

They are all extremely expensive top ingredients. After being cooked by the top chefs of the Gaul Republic, they have reached the pinnacle in terms of color and flavor.

This time, the logistics department of the police station has spent money. Compared with the previous buffet dinners inside the police station, the food quality this time has improved by at least seven or eight levels.

Perhaps this has something to do with the former head of logistics being thrown into a black jail, and the newly appointed head of logistics is the confidant of Director Stein?

Chief Joe and Stein stood outside the canteen door, behind them were a dozen senior police officers, all of them dangling a big cigar, smiling and looking at the direction of the entrance to the dungeon.

Dozens of people in black stood there like ghosts, expressionless and cold all over, in a strange posture.

Black hat, black jacket, black pants, black leather boots, and a short black cloak or long cloak. The costumes of these people are basically printed in a mold, but by carefully identifying some of the heraldry and secret marks on their chests and cuffs, people with a clear eye can clearly identify their identities.

The Supervisory Office, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Intelligence Headquarters, the Military Police Department... are all the elites of the powerful departments in the legend of the Durham Empire.

Especially the guys from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, their white shirt sleeves are embroidered with a ‘Z’ badge with grey silk thread. The "Z Hall" of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is a disciplinary department that is responsible for internal review and anti-spyware. Outsiders know very little about them. It is a secret department covered by dense fog.

The door to the black jail opened with a squeaking sound, and a dozen people in black came out crowded on a stretcher.

Dirty Heniewei was lying on the stretcher. When she saw the sky outside and smelled the fresh air without any peculiar smell, she suddenly laughed strangely.

"This woman, crazy?" Joe flicked his cigar butt.

"It has nothing to do with us." Stein smiled and dropped his cigarette **** and smashed it with one foot: "These days, there will be people from the Supervision Office and the court to take over the old ladies of the big families... Some of them..."

Joe smiled and nodded. The big men of the big family in the black jail, most of them, will disappear from there.

Among them, there are the lucky ones of three families. They will return to the upper class of Tulum Port and continue their happy life of spending time and money, rich in clothes and food.

But the lucky ones of these three families, when they return to Tulum Port, they will find that everything in Tulum Port has been re-planned. They are still members of the Committee of Seven in name, but in fact, their power has been reduced to the extreme. They can only rely on the Rittal family and the Duke of Ross to live tremblingly.

"It’s okay. These days, don’t let them cause us trouble. They have enough blessings and should suffer a bit. This is the same as training a bear, beating a stick and giving some honey, they will obedient."

Director Stein tidied up the dress on his body and laughed happily: "Well, gentlemen, it's time for us to celebrate. Major General Duolong, please come over, it's time for us to be happy... Attention, patrolling Brothers have to be extra careful, there are still so many people in the dark prison."

A man in black stood in front of Hinevey and said coldly: "Hinevey Jung Harrington, you are deeply involved and suspected of the recent series of incidents in Tulum Port, please Cooperate with the joint investigations of our various departments. From now on, every action and every sentence of yours will be recorded on the record."

Henie Wei's laughter stopped abruptly, and she was lying stiff on the stretcher, her face pale, like a dead person.

Henie Wei, as well as some of her subordinates, were put on a carriage, and slowly left the police station under the **** of a group of people in black. The door of the police station was closed ‘hum’, and then a celebratory banquet officially began.

"Long live the Durham Empire", amidst the neat slogans, everyone had a drink together.

"Long live Her Majesty", in the warm slogan, everyone has another glass.

‘Long live the Imperial Army’, amidst the enthusiastic cheers, the police officers of Tulum Port and Major General Doron and other officers enthusiastically clinked glasses, and everyone’s emotions were surging to the extreme.

‘Tulum Port Police Station...’, the cheers stopped slightly, and then the voice became chaotic. Everyone laughed and toasted to Chief Stein, Xiang Joe, and all the police officers who were commended and promoted.

In the midst of ambitions, everyone soon drank a lot.

In the canteen on the third floor, police and military officers of sufficient rank all gathered in the canteen on the third floor.

Director Stein had a lot of alcohol. He raised his glasses and clinked with Major General Doron, Inspector Abby and others one by one. Joe followed him, and soon his face was flushed with hot water and he was sweating profusely.

After all, Chief Stein finished the round of toasts. He took Joe to the corner of the cafeteria, got a plate, swiftly filled a dozen oysters, cut half a lemon, and squeezed out the juice. On the oysters.

"Just now there was too much to say. Joe, you are already a first class sergeant, and you have won the first class thorns merit medal. Although you are a little less senior, your ability lies here."

"I have always had a plan, but in the past because of some people's obstruction, this plan has not been able to start."

"But now, I think it's time... and this plan has been approved by your father."

"Fish sausage wharf, fish belly wharf, fish maw wharf, and some nearby places, you know, that is the gray area around Tulum Port where smuggling is most rampant."

"I am going to establish the Lovegang branch of the Tulum Port Police Station in the town of Lovegang. You will serve as the head of the branch. You will select some elite police officers and recruit some auxiliary police to form this new branch."

"In addition to the ground police, the Loofgang branch will also govern a marine police force. Because of your outstanding contribution this time, the Duke of Ross will sponsor some of our ships to form the main force of the marine police force."

Joe looked at Director Stein dumbfounded.

Fish sausage wharf, fish belly wharf, fish maw wharf... Very good, Joe knows, that is the most rampant smuggling area around Tulum Port. The problem is that even the Rittal family has a lot of private goods that are brought in from there.

And the small town of Lovegang... well, it was a dark den, a dark den of smugglers, pirate eyeliners, eyes and ears of bandits, and vicious fugitives.

Where is the Lofgang branch formed?

"Godfather, what are you and father?" Qiao's head was confused.

"In the past, the Port of Tulum was the port of Tulum, so these smuggling routes must exist. But now, the Port of Tulum is our Port of Tulum, so these smuggling routes do not need to exist."

"In other words, the smuggling routes of those three terminals can continue to exist, but everyone, we have to pay taxes!" Stein solemnly nodded Joe's chest, then poked himself in the chest.

"To the Rittal family, pay us ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to pay for the road...no, pay taxes! Those who are willing to pay, their business can continue...If you don't want to pay, kill them!" Stein'Gudong, Gudong' swallowed two plump oysters and said loudly: "All illegal activities must be severely punished by the imperial law!"

Qiao blinked quickly and looked at his godfather seriously.

"Well, by the way, it is very difficult to set up a branch from scratch. So, introduce you to two shrewd and capable subordinates, who will be your powerful helpers."

Lowering his voice, Stein quickly added: "If there is a problem, let them go first, test them more, dear Joe, you know."

Before Joe could figure out what Stein's words meant, Stein shook his head and beckoned to a corner of the cafeteria hall: "Lan, Lan, you brothers, come here."

Two middle-sized young men in casual clothes walked over side by side.

They are exactly the same height, look exactly the same, and move exactly the same. They even have exactly the same pace and frequency.

Qiao couldn't help but shook his head. He looked at the two exactly the same young people who walked in front of him, thinking that he was drinking too much, and there was a ghost in front of him.

"Hibiscus Lan, Bellflower Lan, they are brothers. They retired from the Roulai front two months ago and just returned to Port Tulum. Their resumes in the military are very exciting and they are the top scout elites. This time we The police station has lost many brothers. As retired soldiers, they were recommended by the Tulum Port Veterans Administration Office and they happened to be added to the police station."

Stein smiled and patted a young man on the shoulder: "From now on, follow Joe and work hard. Believe me, as long as you know how to cooperate with Joe, you have a bright future!"