Book of Gods and Demons

MiddleLand Glory Calendar August 17, 1379.

The imperial family navy club in Tulum harbor, the voice is full of people, the curse is loud.

Entering from the gate of the club is a short corridor. On the luxurious oak parapet, there are several framed portrait oil paintings. In the portrait, they look majestic, wear straight uniforms, and hold command knives. They are currently the highest-ranking generals of the Imperial Navy.

At the end of the corridor is an oval-shaped hall. The white marble floor is polished like a mirror. In the center is inlaid a huge bronze imperial navy emblem with a diameter of more than twenty feet.

On the turbulent sea, a thick snake body is wrapped around a battleship. Nine huge, hideous snake heads protrude from above the battleship. Eighteen scarlet eyes are inlaid with rubies and are in the light. Very fierce under the shining.

When Joe walked in, the hall was all around, and there were many people sitting on the sofa leaning against the wall.

In the middle of the hall, nearly a hundred sailors gathered. They were wearing soft-soled leather boots, shorts, sea soul shirts, double-ribbed leather caps, and short rifles of the Imperial Navy. Arranged into a neat square.

The blue and white porcelain vase was smashed, and the huge noise made these sailors look back towards Joe at the same time.

Joe caught the attacker who had jumped from the second floor of the hall and threw him away. The expressions of the sailors became extremely strange, and then they shouted at the same time.

"Damn Joe, would you dare to call the door?"

"This is the Navy Club, not your Judicial Academy, nor the Black Dog Police Station!"

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"For the glory of the Imperial Navy, beat him!"

"Imperial Navy, charge!"

A dozen sailors closest to Joe yelled and cursed. He stepped up to Joe, punched him around him.

Joe stared wide-eyed: "Wow, they are all old friends!"

Those people who rushed up, Joe glanced at them, all of them were familiar, and several of them were even more familiar. Let Joe remember it unforgettable.

At the gate of the club just now, he really didn't boasting. All the student soldiers of Tulum Port Naval Academy, as well as all the graduates of the last three years, are all his Old Acquaintance!

Under the leadership of Joe, in the past three years, the Tulum Port Judicial Academy and the Navy Academy broke out on average once a month in large-scale collective fights, which has almost become a fixed tradition. And the encounters between the students of both sides on the street happen every few days.

When Joe was still studying at the Judicial Academy, both sides had their own winners and losers. After all, the Navy Academy was an army establishment, so it had the upper hand in the collective fight.

But after Joe graduated, the momentum of victory and defeat reversed. In the past month and a half, nearly a hundred students from the Naval Academy were arrested by the Port of Tulum Police Department.

The arrested students are charged with all kinds of strange things, such as several bad luck eggs. They walked on the street with ease, but moved towards the passing girl blew the whistle and was patrolled by the police Caught in a black jail on the charge of'conspiring to force-violence'.

Navy Academy came forward to look for the Tulum Port Police Department dignitaries, but was strongly pushed back by the Tulum Port Police Department.

The flustered and exasperated Navy Academy executives directly found Tulum Port City Hall, and the Tulum Port District Court immediately filed a protest against the City Hall and issued a warning letter to the Navy Academy warning them to destroy the empire The harmfulness of judicial justice and the serious consequences that it may bring.

According to incomplete statistics, just today, at this moment, in the basement black cell of the Tulum Port Police Station across the street, there are still more than two dozen Navy Academys bad luck eggs.

When the enemy meets, they are extremely jealous. More than a dozen sailors rushed up with their punches and punched them.

Surrounded by a dozen sailors, Joe has no room to dodge. The sailors rounded up Joe, and their fists fell like rain, making Joe surging.

His belly, thighs, buttocks, waist, fists hit the fat, and the sound of "pop" made, Joe instinctively raised his arms to protect his head.

But in an instant, Joe grinned and didn't feel the pain?

Joe himself is extremely sturdy, and it doesn't hurt to hit him with ordinary people's fists. After opening up the sea of power, as the power soars, the various functions of the body also soar.

At this moment, Joe, not to mention fists, even ordinary iron rods, it is difficult to hurt him.

Qiao smiled and loosened his arms, lowered his head, and a leather soft hat dangling under his eyelids.

Most of these sailors are local natives around Tulum Harbor. Their average height is no more than five feet and seven or eight inches, and six feet in height is considered a crane in a flock of chickens among them. But Joe was already nearly seven feet two inches tall. After opening up a sea of power, he grew more than two inches taller overnight.

The sailors beat Joe around, like a group of smart monkeys surrounding a wild bear!

"hahaha!" Joe laughed loudly and waved his big hands, his fat palms were like bear paws. He grabbed the sailors jumping around and gently thrown them back.

The door of the club was open. Eight sailors who were guarding the door were looking towards the door. Two sailors flew out with the sound of breaking wind, and the sailors who guarded the door hurriedly shrank back.

Two sailors angrily fell on the street.

Then there were two more, two more, two more, three or five breaths, and Joe violently threw the dozen sailors who surrounded him from the club.

The sailors in the hall commotion, and several impulsive guys grabbed the rifle directly.

'Boom'!

A gunshot came from the second floor of the hall, followed by a bang. The high circular dome of the hall was in the middle, and a large crystal chandelier with complex and exquisite shapes swayed, and large crystals The fragments of rustling sound fell off, and the sailors lined up directly below all hugged their heads.

The original exquisite crystal chandelier is missing a large piece, Joe lifts the head and whistle subconsciously.

According to his estimation, the cost of this crystal chandelier is more than 10,000 gold marks. In the past, the value of this chandelier was destroyed by at least 80%.

On the corridor on the second floor facing the hall, a bald man leaned forward, his right hand holding a smoky flintlock pistol, pointed at the stunned sailors loudly and loudly: "You What do you want to do? Assault on the police, but a felony!"

The crystal chandelier swung and flew around on the smooth marble floor, and the hall resounded with the crisp sound of'ding ding dong dong'.

On the second floor corridor, an angry voice sounded: "Stein, bastard, would you dare to shoot on my site? Bastard, assaulting a policeman is a felony, what is the charge for assaulting an imperial soldier? "

In the lobby, several men in casual clothes who were originally lazily leaning on the sofa laughed at the same time.

A thin, shriveled, slightly camel-backed middle-aged man, whose big aquiline nose on the Triangle-face makes him look very gloomy, exclaimed, "In the name of the law, I swear, It was these sailors who first attacked Level 3 Sergeant Joe Rong Vito!"

The gloomy man opened his clothes and revealed a pair of delicate steel essence handcuffs on his belt.

"In the name of the law, Imperial Level 1 Sergeant Alan Aibi is willing to testify that these sailors not only attacked the police, but they attacked the Imperial nobles."

Level 1 Sergeant Alan Aibi He blinked at Joe and asked with a straight face: "Level 3 Sergeant Joe Yung Vito, do you want to use the "Imperial Public Security Act" to sue them, or use the "Imperial Nobility Act" to sue them?" /p>

Outside the gate, on the street, the first one to attack Joe, was thrown away by Joe casually, and the bad luck egg, who had not caught his breath for a long time, struggled to get up, shaking his body. step by step I walked back to the club and just heard the words of Lieutenant Allen.

"I protest...I..."

The towering bridge of the nose is half crooked, and the nostrils are constantly dripping with blood from Messingrad Jung Wells flustered and exasperated screamed: "I...Messing from the Wells family..."

Joe looked back at this bad luck guy, the Wells family. This is the old adversary. Up. No wonder, the vase that I just smashed down didn't leave any hands.

In the corridor on the second floor, Steins crazy roaring voice sounded again: "Come here, drag this idiot out, confine this idiot, confine it, confine it, the smallest black room, one week, close it for a week! "

"Gentlemen and gentlemen, restrain your subordinates, restrain your subordinates... Damn, damn, what is this? Stein, you this bastard, I remember Live your this spear!"

Messingrad opened his mouth and wanted to yell. From the corridor on the left side of the hall, two military policemen flew out and rushed to his By his side, he covered his mouth with one hand, and dragged him, who was struggling frantically, to the corridor.

Mediterranean balding, big donkey face, aquiline nose, triangular eyes, thin lips, gray and green eyes are like stinking gutters. His entire face is completely unlike the good-looking Tulun Port Police Chief Stein Because of shrugging, he handed the short guns in his hands to a policeman in uniform next to him, and then beckoned to Joe.

"Joe, come up!"

"This is not someone's private land, this is the land of the empire... In the name of the law, there is no extra-legal land on the land of the empire. "

Stein shook his head triumphantly, and the top of his bald head reflected a layer of oil in the light.

"Joe, come up. In the name of the imperial law, no one can hurt a good policeman who is honest, kind, law-abiding, and respectful under the nose of Old Stein! "

Qiao laughed happily, Secretary Stein, a long-time Hesse partner, a minority shareholder of the Vito familys Rose Chamber of Commerce, and his wife, Mrs. Stein, who belonged to Liya. Good girlfriends. In the dance party held by the Vito family every month, the husband and wife are different.

More private, and less known, Stein is Joe's godfather!

Flicked the brass police helmet on the top of the bullet and sorted out the uniform that was a little messy with a round of punches. Joe loudly said loudly: "Dear Sir, of course, I am a Good police!"

'Puff', he spit on the ground, Joe walked through the sailors in the hall with his head upright, Shi Shiran walked up to them in their angry eyes. Facing the arc-shaped corridor of the gate, he walked briskly to the second floor of the club.

The cloister on the second floor is covered with a thick blanket of cyan.

On the spacious corridor, a large number of people in black, iron gray, and light blue uniforms gathered together, looking at Joe coming up with different eyes.

Stein stood in front of a beautifully carved oak door at the end of the cloister, moved towards Joe and beckoned.

"Here, Joe...As one of the best police officers in Port Tulum, you are eligible to attend this meeting."

Beside Stein, a man dressed in a navy The uniform, burly middle-aged man stared fiercely at Joe with fierce eyes.

"Yes, Mr. Secretary." Joe raised his head and walked towards Stein steadily forward.