Book of Gods and Demons

　　　　 October 27th, night.

It's raining.

　　 The rain was not heavy, but it was cold. The temperature in Hyderabad and even the central abdomen area of ​​the Durham Empire began to drop rapidly.

At the South Station Sub-bureau of the Imperial Capital Police Station, a group of plasterers worked overtime overnight to repair the load-bearing column that was broken by Joe's kick. A large number of steel bars and iron pipes temporarily replaced the load-bearing columns and propped up a few roof beams. A group of workers were busy grinding blocks of granite into suitable shapes and sizes.

　　 A group of police officers stood in the corridor, looking depressed at the busy workers. From time to time, they raised their heads to look at the large cracked ceiling above the corridor.

　　 Damn, they don't want to work in this dangerous building.

　　 But for a while, they couldn't find an office space to accommodate so many police officers.

　　 What else can I do?

　　 can only be repaired, make do with it, right?

　　 Several high-ranking police officers were sullen and furious in their hearts. After the building is repaired, no matter how much the cost is, they will add a zero at the back and send it to the troublesome ‘colleague’.

　　 This kid...he's fat, he's really worthy of the fat on his body, he's really rich!

　　Stuart IX's kind of **** can blackmail two million gold marks out of his hand...Tsk, their South Station sub-game, is it possible that they are less Potusians than those wild dogs?

　　 Next to the office of the director of the sub-bureau, Yankel temporarily occupied this office.

　　 In his office of the director, a wall was shattered by Joe with a punch. The workers just patched up half of the wall and couldn't use it at all.

　　 Yankel could only occupy the next room, and a large number of documents, files, books and other debris were moved from his office, making the whole room messy.

　　 Holding a glass of mellow wine, Yankel stood at the window, staring blankly at the dimly lit square in front of the station.

　　 "I really don't care about the credibility of the hillbilly... Didn't you say that you want to talk to me about the cigar agency business?" Yankel scratched his forehead a bit distressed. Of course he knew he had offended Joe, but he really couldn't let go of the cigar agency business that Joe had mentioned.

　　 He knows how high the price of the cigars he carefully collects on weekdays. He really doesn't know that the source of these cigars is actually the family behind Joe... The marine merchants in Tulum Port are really rich!

　　If you can represent these cigars...

　　 sighed, Yankel walked to the desk and sat down and took a sip of the wine in the glass.

　　 It is his turn to be on duty today. The winter nights in Hyderabad are long, humid, and cold. The good people will never go out at night, and the incidence of various crimes is more than double that of spring, summer, and autumn.

　　 "Hate winter...I hate working overtime...especially the night shift." Yankel put his legs on the desk and took out his pocket watch to check the time.

　　 There are still several trains arriving at the station tonight, I hope it will be all right.

　　 ‘Boom, boom, boom’, someone knocked on the door of the office, and the knocker did not move hurriedly. The knock on the door was heavy and penetrating, revealing an inexplicable majesty and power.

　　Through knocking on the door, the experienced Yankel knew that there must be a distinguished figure outside.

He hurriedly retracted his legs. Before he could say "please come in", the door was pushed open. Several middle-aged men wearing police uniforms with golden stars on their epaulettes gleaming gloomy faces and strode. Walked in.

Yankel banged the wine glass heavily on the desk, as if he had been hit by a red soldering iron on his butt, one stood up, and one stood at attention with a bang, and then raised his hand to Several middle-aged men who walked in the door saluted.

　　 "Sir!" Yankel yelled with all his strength.

Damn, there are a few middle-aged men who came in, a second-level police officer with the same rank as a military lieutenant general; two third-level police officers with the same rank as a military major general; and four or five first-level police academies with the same rank as military Colonel Fang!

　　 Yankel himself is only a third-level police academy.

　　Anyone who walks into his office has a police rank much higher than him...especially a second-level police officer? In the Imperial Police Department, this is definitely a big boss, holding the future and even life and death of countless police officers.

"Yankel Baker, the third-level police school, because of your hard work and hard work over the years, Mr. Currier has also heard your name... Therefore, I have made adjustments to your work and hope you will be in a new position. , Continue to contribute to the prosperity and long-term stability of the empire!"

The second-level police officer walked up to Yankel and slapped an official document on his chest. His face was as cold as a stone sculpture, showing a curious sneer: "I don't know what you did to start Ke. Master Riel personally issued the transfer order, but I hope you will be honest and dedicated in your new position!"

　　 Yankel stared blankly at the second-level police officer standing in front of him: "Sir...sir, what is my new position?"

　　The corners of the second-level police officer's mouth opened, revealing an extremely weird smile: "Well, Lanyin Bridge Branch Bureau."

　　 Yankel's eyes widened in horror: "Lanyin Bridge? There is no branch there, there is only a patrol team..."

The second-level police officer smiled even more weirdly: "An hour ago, Lord Kerrell personally issued the order. You are the subordinate of the Southern Suburb Branch of the Imperial Capital and the first director of the newly established Lanyin Datieqiao Branch. Lanyin Datieqiao Your safety is up to you!"

　　 Yankel's body shook, his face turned pale!

　　Emperor Capital South Station Sub-bureau, a transportation hub, surrounded by a densely populated and developed commercial area. As the sub-director of the South Station Sub-bureau, Yankel can distribute tens of thousands of gold marks from here every year.

　　 If this is not the case, how can he afford a premium cigar from Tulum Harbour?

　　 But the big iron bridge over the Lanyin River?

　　 That big iron bridge is also lively. There are hundreds of trains coming and going every day... But these trains are just coming and going, passing by. No one will get on and off the big iron bridge, no one will stop on the big iron bridge.

The patrol team that guarded the big iron bridge before, they rode horses every day, on the bridge with strong storms and rain, against the scorching sun, against the cold wind and heavy snow, against moisture and dew, and the exhaust gas from the coming and going trains, Steam, like a fool, walked from one end of the bridge to the other, and then walked from the other end to this end of the bridge the next day.

　　 Day and night rotation, never ending!

　　Only when he commits a big mistake, or offends the unlucky person of a big man, will he be sent to the Datieqiao patrol team.

　　 There, there is nothing left to mention, and you have not had any chance to do meritorious service, you will... the future will be cut off, and there will be no hope!

"No, no, no, sir, this must be a mistake, me, me, how could I... And, Datieqiao, a patrol team is enough, how come... the branch, why should it be established there? A branch?"

　　 Yankel stammered.

　　 "Take him away." The second-level police officer rolled his head and looked at Yankel with a little pity.

　　 Unlucky guy, God knows who he offends!

In order to rectify him, even a new establishment of the Big Iron Bridge branch was established... To allow the Minister of Police Coriel to make such a dedication, this guy will not be the earl who has climbed up the new hook of Master Coriel. Madam's bed, right?

　　 Several first-level police academies came over, and they grabbed Yankel's arm extremely roughly, as if escorting a prisoner, and forced him out of the office.

Outside the gate of the office building of 　　 South Station Sub-bureau, a specially fortified four-wheeled carriage used to transport felons has been waiting there.

　　 A group of dozens of people, and a much sharper and more violent than the ordinary policeman, the mounted police sat on the horseback straight up, staring at Yankel coldly, his eyes full of undisguised malice.

　　Very well, for the sake of Yankel, they have to run dozens of miles to the Datieqiao patrol station on the Lanyin River at night, under the cold wind and bitter rain, and ‘escort’ the hapless person to take office!

　　 The mounted policemen wearing tarp ponchoes had dark faces, and they were all thinking about the idea of ​​finding Yankel to settle the accounts in the future.

　　 On the outskirts of the Imperial Capital, the Portusian Lion Tail Tribe, an abandoned dock camp.

　　 Stuart IX was surrounded by several elders and more than a hundred clansmen who looked terrifying. On the small square table in front of him, a dozen bright daggers were inserted.

　　 Several of Stuart IX's henchmen have broken their limbs, they are lying on the side crying and crying for their lives.

　　 Several elders surrounded King Stuart IX, not knowing whether it was the 100th or the 200th time.

　　 "Your Majesty, money, that money...and our money!"

　　 "Hand over the money, you are still our majesty!"

　　 "You can't be greedy, you can't swallow it... Your Majesty, without us, even if you have more money, what's the use?"

　　 "Two million gold marks, and the money we have accumulated over the years... Dear Majesty, you grew up with us, you can't do this!"

　　 Some people persuaded Stuart IX with all their heart, and others threatened with violence.

　　 "Oh, your majesty, you have disappointed us so much...the money, with our share...people who eat alone will always die miserably!"

　　 "Think about it, three years ago, the lord of the lion paw tribe, he was greedy for a yellow diamond, and he died!"

　　 "If you don't think about yourself, you have to think about your Majesty the Queen... If you die, she will immediately become a prostitute... We are all happy to be happy and happy with her!"

　　 Stuart IX was covered in a cold sweat~www.wuxiaspot.com~ His face was haggard to the extreme.

　　 After a fire merger yesterday, Stuart IX, who suffered a heavy loss to his confidantes, was surrounded by several ‘rebel’ elders.

　　 When the money is there, these elders are just as obedient as dogs.

　　 But if the money is gone, these elders become crazy dogs.

　　 Stuart IX knew very well the virtues of his people. The Portusians were originally like this, greedy and vicious.

　　 But, he can't pay.

　　 He has no idea what the money is all about.

　　 "You **** idiots...you should think about it now, we ran away Cadillac, Chrysler, etc., if they bring people back for revenge... they will definitely bring people back for revenge!"

　　 Stuart IX hissed.

An elder couldn't restrain his emotions. He finally moved his hand and slapped his majesty the king's face with a slap in the face: "Shut up, they want revenge, let's take revenge... First give us our money !"

　　 Stuart IX was about to verbally abuse, and suddenly all his verbal abuse was in his throat.

　　 He looked at the back of the crowd in horror.

　　 In the dimly lit place, there are silhouettes of people wearing black leather tights appearing out of thin air... They are like demons from the dark, exuding terrifying killing intent.

　　 The surrounding space is twisting and shaking, and terrifying pressure is coming from the void.

　　 At the same time, there was a weird ‘hiss’ sound from all directions, as if there were many giant snakes peeping through the void.