Book of Gods and Demons

"In the name of the law, damn little thief, stop!"

Joe put a shoulder on his shoulder and knocked down the two red-skinned men. On the ground, the right hand waved a heavy lead-filled baton, strode aggressively, and even more energy, roared loudly.

His voice is so loud that everyone in the street can hear him yelling.

Several police officers who also wore black police uniforms, gray tinplate high-top helmets, and oak batons squeezed out from the crowd, with police whistles in their mouths, and followed Joes Behind him, he chased down the Victory Street south of the Queen's Grand Plaza.

The Port of Tulum is located in the southern part of the empire, with humid and hot all year round. Compared with the northern borders of the empire, the people in Tulum Port and the thirty or so provinces around them are not tall. According to the ice-sea kingdom commonly used in the mainland, the young men here are mostly five feet four to five inches to six feet. One or two inches tall and tall, and mostly lean and tall.

And Joe, who runs wild on the street, is more than seven feet two inches tall.

With abundant nutrition since childhood, a large amount of beef, milk, and seafood intake, coupled with the folk customs of the Deren Empire, Joe began to serve with beer since he was less than ten years old. So Qiao was born tall and strong, plus the raised beer belly. At first glance, he looked like a wild bear with a fat body and a fat body!

Joe ran wildly on the crowded street, outrageously giving the illusion that the street was shaking and trembling. Wherever the sturdy body goes, the people in front of him, regardless of age or sex, lose one's head out of fear and give way.

If it was too late to evade, he was knocked to the ground by the running Joe Ruthless, causing a series of exclamations and curses.

The faces of the two teenagers in front were distorted, and they flee in horror.

But the turbulent streets made them hard to get up. They turned their heads from time to time. Under the bright light from the roadside gas street lamp, Joe, who was a lot taller than the crowd, was so eye-catching and dazzling.

Joe raised high with his right arm, shaking his heavy baton vigorously.

The heavy truncheon pierced through the air and made a'hu hu' sound, which could be heard clearly from a distance of more than 20 meters, full of deterrence.

The bottom of Joe's boots is inlaid with heavy steel. He stepped heavily on the sturdy paving slab, making a dull sound of'dongdong'.

The two teenagers opened their mouths like fishes out of the water, panting hard, their eyes almost jumping out of their sockets. They hysterically pulled the red men and green women in front of them, struggling to find a way to escape in the crowded crowd.

Run across a small half of Victory Street, turn west, and you will arrive at Les Invalides Street.

Running westward along the somewhat remote Les Invalides Street for a small half a mile, the two teenagers panting heavily and spitting out, rushed south into Rangers Street.

In the mid-autumn night, the Queens Grand Plaza impossible accommodates all the residents of Tulum Port. Around the Queens Grand Plaza, Tulum Port City Hall also set up many branch venues for celebrations.

Crossing Ranger Street to the brilliantly lit Fleet Street, in the central square where the two streets meet, dozens of gas lights illuminate a wooden stage.

A group of men and women with flamboyant clothes and heavy makeup are present on the stage with gorgeous opera voices, interpreting the complex and chaotic love story of a group of aristocratic youths.

A large group of residents of Tulum harbor carrying grilled sausages and beer mugs all around the stage. From time to time, there were cheerful laughter, ridicule calls, and young girls being in the crowd by strangers Screams of surprise and joy after taking advantage of China.

Two bad luck boys ran here, sweating profusely, their faces turned pale, and their legs were shaking violently.

Skinny, they have exhausted their last bit of strength in their desperate flight just now. Looking at the crowded and almost impenetrable crowd ahead, the two teenagers couldn't help showing desperate and frustrated expressions.

"No, I don't want to go back to the damn black jail." A young boy cried.

"Go in again, and I will die inside." Another teenager swayed, covering his face with the palm of his hand subconsciously.

The police station in Tulum harbor is notorious for its stigma. For these small trash fishes living at the bottom of society, the black jail where criminals are temporarily held by the police station is undoubtedly the most terrifying hell in their hearts.

Similarly gasping for breath, Joe, whose mellow face is covered with sweat, is less than five meters away from them.

Stopped, Joe's hands on hips, squinted eyes, black eyes fiercely staring at the two teenagers outside five meters, stretched out his right hand thumb, and made a gesture of cutting his throat. Then, he turned around calmly and moved towards a mobile fried sausage stall under the street light on the street and walked over.

"Twenty sauerkraut sausages, add more butter, and fry them a bit older. Praise Muteste, its a good night." Joe took off the brass helmet on his head, like a hard hunting dog, The tongue stuck out.

Boss of the fried sausage stall, a skinny man in his 40s looked suspiciously at the two teenagers, then looked at Joe standing in front of him, like a bear, and laughed happily: "It's really Good night, police officer. Lets have a cold beer, police officer. There is a seat here, police officer. I will prepare the delicious fried sausage from Old Hanks house immediately, police officer."

The sound of messy footsteps , Five police officers wearing gray tinplate police helmets, sweating and gasping for breath slowed down, and walked towards here with a sway.

Joe gave a whistle.

The five police officers looked at the two dumbfounded teenagers. With a cheerful smile, they took off their police helmets, wiped the sweat from their heads, and moved towards Jianchangchang and walked over.

"Boss, you are so wise." The five are not tall, but the same chubby policeman with a beer belly smiles and leans to Joe's side, and his big fat butt falls heavily. On the petite wooden bench, and then grind it hard left and right, giving people the illusion that they will never separate again tonight.

"Boss, a glass of cold beer. I want three fried intestines." A policeman moved towards the fried intestine stall Boss snapped his fingers, and the other four police officers also reported their demands.

Fried Intestines Boss's thin face smiled like a flower, and he was busy with work, and at the same time kicked a middle-aged woman fiercely behind him: "Hurry up, woman, send it to the police officers The delicious beer brewed by the old Hanks unique secret recipe... idiot, hurry up."

Joe already has a huge tinplate beer mug in his hand, and he holds up a two-liter beer mug. ,'Gudong' took a sip and killed one third dark beer in the glass.

Satisfied with a cool hiccup, Joe whispered: "Wait a minute, I will take everyone to a good place. Aha, I must remember, we are catching Thieves, catching thief! We have a lot of witnesses!"

Five nodded police officers, who knew everything about it, took the beer glass handed over by the middle-aged woman, and cheered in a low voice: "Cheers, for wisdom The boss!"

On the street, two teenagers who had been completely desperate twitched, and gradually showed weird smiles. They squatted slightly, sank silently into the flow of people, and then quickly disappeared without a trace.

The sauerkraut intestines made a'zhi zhi' sound on the hot iron plate, the air was filled with a rich oily fragrance, and the pungent taste of the seasoned garlic juice stimulated the appetite of the six conscientious police officers. Make them appetite.

Chewing the fragrant fried intestines, Joe completely untied the belt around his waist with satisfaction.

"It was a perfect night. Wait, let's go have some fun." Picking up the huge glass, Joe drank the remaining half glass of beer cleanly. .