Book of Gods and Demons

This is a rectangular Conference Hall.

Joe followed Stein into the Conference Hall, his eyes swept away, and suddenly he held his breath subconsciously. In the Conference Hall, there are so many real great characters of Tulum Port.

When Joe walked into the Conference Hall, everyone in it, except the two women, looked at him. The Conference Hall that was originally'Buzz~Buzz~' suddenly became very cold and quiet.

The right hand of the Conference Hall is next to the wall, and the oak parapet is shining in the sun.

On the left hand side is a row of dozens of floor-to-ceiling windows, which are moved towards the outside street. The sunlight came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, dyed light blue by cyan glass, mixed with the pale-yellow lights from a row of crystal chandeliers on the roof, the light in the room was faintly green, giving people a feeling of a group of demons dancing.

On the wall facing the entrance of the Conference Hall, there is a reproduction oil painting nearly twenty feet high, "The Empress of the Empire", with a crystal ball in her left hand, right Holding the scepter tightly, the queen wearing a crown squinted her eyes, looking fiercely at everyone in the huge Conference Hall.

As soon as Qiao entered the door, he saw that huge pair, which is quite famous in MiddleLand mainland, because the protagonist's eyes are too fierce and the things she has done over the years have been degraded by other countries as a war. The dealer enthroned figure's oil painting.

On the right side of the long rosewood table in the Conference Hall that was cleaned and polished, outside the pink mermaid door the night before, the beautiful red dressed woman, with a gloomy face, was sitting upright on the high back Chair.

Across from her, there is another woman wearing a black dress, black hair, black eyes, skin like snow, and a red dressed woman. The femininity of black skirt is like ten thousand years iceberg, making people feel chilling.

Two women sat face to face at the conference table, pursing their lips, staring like a knife, silently clashing in the air. When Joe walked into the Conference Hall, only these two women were completely motionless.

At the end of the long conference table, under the Queens oil painting, sitting with a split head, gray hair, gray eyes, and gray lips, the whole person is like a piece of cold tinplate, which makes people feel inexplicably stagnated. The boring middle-aged man.

The director of the first room of the Tulum Port Inspection Office, Dantes, who has the reputation of "mad dogs", is a powerful figure who makes all Tulum Port officials become terror-stricken at the news.

Beside the red dressed woman, on the seat closer to Dantes, sits an old man in a navy uniform. Joe recognizes him, commander of the Imperial Navy Tulum Fleet, the highest commander of the Tulum Naval Port, the honorary Principal of Tulum Port Naval Academy, and the Imperial Rear Admiral Papaxi von Drenburg.

Behind Papathi, close to the oak retaining wall, a dozen or so uniformed naval officers stood in a row.

Black skirt Next to the woman, there is also a seat closer to Dantes. There is a woman in a tuxedo with an ash-gray wig, and she is not messy, with gold Old man with wire framed monocle.

The Marquis of Siacques, a deeply resident and simple, has little sense of presence in Tulum Port. It is said that he came to Tulum Port to live in the warm and humid weather in all seasons in order to treat lung diseases.

As far as Joe knows, 30% of the vineyards around Tulum Port are the property of this low-key Marquis. His tentacles also involve the hotel industry, gaming industry, custom entertainment industry and other profiteering industries in Tulum Port. There is even a rumor that the Marquis is also involved in certain'social wealth redistribution' businesses.

Behind the Marquis of Siacques stood several men with ordinary faces, ordinary clothes, and almost no sense of existence.

Their faces are gloomy, their whole body exudes a very uncomfortable breath, and the navy officers on the opposite side are big eyes staring at small eyes.

What surprised Joe was that beside the black skirt woman, there was another great character from Port Tulum. The commander of the local garrison in Tulum Port, Major General Rongst of the Imperial Army, wearing an iron-grey uniform with a military cap on the conference table in front of him, did not mind his bare Mediterranean baldness and a thin cigar in his mouth. .

There were also a dozen army officers standing in a row behind Longgust, staring at the navy opposite.

In the Conference Hall, there are still sitting and standing people who are out of the ordinary. Many of them are people that Joe knows, but there are a few that Joe is not familiar with.

For example, instead of sitting at the conference table, but standing by the window frame of the floor-to-ceiling window, wearing a pinstriped tuxedo, even in the room, he wears the thin strip of a round top hat middle-aged man.

Even in the house, even if the sun is shining in Tulum Harbour today, this man is still leaning on an umbrella beside him.

This kind of stinking disease, only the'gentlemen' of the Binghai Kingdom can develop this kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder in the perennial rain.

Another example is a man sitting at a conference table with a blank face not knowing what to do, his face flushed, and a man wearing a noble dress.

Compared with the relatively simple aristocratic dresses of the Durham Empire, the dress on this somewhat blessed man is clearly the style of Lutalia, extremely luxurious and extremely complicated in production, so he should He is from the Gaul Republic.

However, the people in these Conference Halls, whether male or female, have bloodshot eyes, and they are all depressed. Obviously, they have not rested for a long time.

Stein took Joe into the Conference Hall, his patted hands hard, said solemnly: "Gentlemen, at the request of the special investigation team, the Tulum Port Police Department has recruited elite soldiers to join the investigation team. This is Joe Jong Vito, one of the best police officers in Tulum Port. I believe his participation will play a huge role in our investigation."

Sitting at the conference table Papaxi knocked hard on the table: "A bullshit, Stein, do you say he is the best policeman in Tulum? You are dereliction of duty!"

Papaxi coldly said: "Joe, this little rascal, I know his notoriety. He is an incompetent, rude, rude, cruel, regardless of the law and of natural morality, a villain who wantonly destroys social laws and regulations. If it is not the maliciousness of some people To indulge and protect him, he has long been on the gallows."

Papaxi stared at Joe fiercely: "If he is in the open sea, he will be arrested by the Imperial Navy for piracy and then hanged. On the mast."

Because of the friction between the navy and the police station in Tulum these days, Papathy personally went into battle regardless of his identity, and made the most direct and most direct and most direct action on Steins decision. Crude attack.

Longgust coughed while dangling his cigar. A flabby army colonel behind him raised his head and laughed three times with a'hahaha'.

"Incompetent?" The army colonel loudly said: "A man with no difficulty, who defeated a dozen'elite' sailors, would anyone dare to say that he is incompetent? What if Level 3 Sergeant Joe Rong _ Vito is an incompetent person, so the imperial navy defeated by him is scum!"

Papaxi jumped up and landed a punch on the rosewood conference table, forcibly at Half a fist was left on the table. He angrily roared: "Longuest, take care of your lackeys, don't let them talk nonsense! The glory of the Imperial Navy..."

Longuest jumped higher than Papathy , He punched the three-inch-thick rosewood tabletop into a big hole. Like Hessian, he was full of empire traditions, and his beard trembling violently.

"The glory of the Imperial Navy is to shell the Port of Tulum?"

"Is there any glory for the Imperial Navy? Is there any more? Ah, who will be responsible for the sacrificed police Who will be responsible for the citizens who died innocently?"

Longust slapped the table vigorously and roared hoarsely: "Who will sacrifice for the innocent, the officer of the Imperial Army Military Intelligence Bureau Responsible?"

Papaxi's eyes raised, and he hissed: "Responsibility, not in the navy!"

Papaxi was a little embarrassed and yelled very vainly:" The old fort has been converted into a military-civilian co-management. Now it is a tourist attraction, not a military management zone!"

Longst said angrily: "Then, those heavy artillery shells, they also have wings. The one who flew out from the storeroom?"

Papaxi's face is red, like an angry frog, his belly constantly bulges and shrinks, no longer speechless.

The Marquis of Siacques took off the monocle on the bridge of his nose and said coldly: "So, this is the reason why we formed a special investigation team. Find out the main body of responsibility and see what the cause Who will bear it. The elites of the Imperial Intelligence Headquarters cannot sacrifice for no reason." Standing next to the French windows, the tall man from the Ice Sea Kingdom said dryly: "I agree with Your Excellency Sijak. This incident is a provocation to the Kingdom of Ice Sea."

The tall man put his hands on his chest, and his two long legs flicked and said with a little trouble, "The third kingdom is the third. The staff of the Military Investigation Bureau are only performing their daily duties and carrying out security reports with your army on the recent actions of the two armies. This is an extremely normal and necessary routine intelligence exchange."

Spreading his hands, the tall man angrily said: "A group of elites died inexplicably because of shelling. Someone must take responsibility."

One stood in the corner of the Conference Hall, and even Joe didnt. I noticed that he didn't have much sense of existence. Whether it was clothing or manners, he was obviously just a nobody's middle-aged man, he raised his right hand very humblely, and cried out cautiously.

"The great Mu is above, no matter who is responsible, please give the Kingdom of Saint Xia an account!"

"Consulate General of Port Tulum, Kingdom of Saint Xia , From the consul general to the most ordinary employees, except for the staff on duty left by the consulate general... a total of 178 people, they are just in the pink mermaid, holding a normal mid-autumn night celebration ball!"

The man's face turned red and roar was trembling all over: "This is a provocation to the Kingdom of Saint Xia! The entire consulate, it's over!"

Joe rolled the eyes.

The Consulate General of the Kingdom of Saint Xia was caught in a pot?

Huh, kind Muteste!

The man wearing a gorgeous aristocratic dress with a flushed face finally found a chance to speak up.

"You can't delay the prevarication like this. You must give an account to the 27 respectable lords and 27 legitimate and reasonable investors of the Gaul Republic...Pink mermaid, loss of fixed assets More than 1,000,000 gold marks, joint compensation of more than two hundred and 800,000 gold marks, human resource losses more than 1.5 million gold marks, and lost work losses more than 2,000,000 gold marks!"

The man is like an angry rooster, swaying crazy and epileptic. Screaming hysterically while waving a blank sheet of paper while holding his body.

"Losing money!"

"Losing money!!!"

"Losing money!!!"