Book of Gods and Demons

Muteste hangs high in the night sky, sprinkling the silver moonlight generously on the earth.

The alleys without gas street lights are still dignified by moonlight.

"So, we can't take the big road." The heavy armed belt hung loosely on his shoulders, Joe carried a piece of fried pig's feet in his left hand, and his right hand carried a wooden bottle filled with beer, shaking Huang walking in the alley.

"You can't be caught by those bastards in the Supervision Hall... Boss, you are so wise." The shortest and most rounded Level 2 officer Billy rubbed his red Nose, heartily patted Joe's flattery.

The other four police officers nodded busy.

They took a bite of the fried pig's knuckles in their hands, and drank a sip of beer in a wooden bottle. They hiccup comfortably, only to feel that life has reached its peak and it is perfect.

Let those bad luck colleagues go on duty, stand guard, and make stakes.

Lucky for them, follow their leader and go to the legendary pink mermaid bar to be happy!

The great Mu is on top, and the benevolent Muteste is on top. If it werent for a wise, wise, generous, and generous boss, these poor little policemen would not have the spare money to go to the legendary market. .

Praise the great Joe!

The five round-bodied policemen smiled happily because they looked at Qiao's burly back with admiration because of the alcohol on their heads and their reddish eyes.

As a newcomer to the Tulum Port Police Department, a little rookie, Joe took the first place in the Tulum Port Judicial Academy as a fresh graduate, plus a letter of recommendation from the Institute Head of Justice, directly He skipped the seniority stage from Fifth Level to Level 1 and became the youngest Level 3 sergeant in the history of the Tulum Port Police Department.

Level 3 sergeant, the lowest police officer in the imperial policing system, can lead a team of five police officers. Including Billy, the five highly qualified'excellent generals' from the Tulum Port Police Department were thus assigned to Joe's.

In this regard, Billy and the others are extremely dissatisfied with resentment.

They have rich qualifications, and each of them has been in the rank of police officer for more than ten years.

They have outstanding abilities. They are proficient in various survival skills of oppressing the good people, extorting hawkers, and accepting bribes.

They have a deep and extensive network. The gangsters and scum of Tulum port, the market heroes, and the heroes of all kinds of sidetracks are all called brothers and sisters.

So, a little rookie who just joined the police station, has what skills and abilities become their'chief'?

However, it only took Joe a short half a month to make five veterans his most loyal fans.

Because of Joe, rich.

Because of Joe, he is very rich.

Because of Joe, he is extremely rich.

In Tulum Port, the folk proverb says it well: "Bronze is order, Silver Coin is truth, and Gold Coin, you see, does it look like the great Mu that golden-bright and dazzling Face? With Gold Coin, enough Gold Coin, you are God!"

Six half-drunk policemen, shaking, laughing and laughing, dont walk down the brightly lit streets , But by the moonlight, along the secluded alleys, all the way out of the Tulum Port New City, into the old city, along the "Grape Skin Alley" behind the wealthy "Silver Grape Street" in the old city, moved Go towards New Pier No. 3.

A black cat rushed out of a fork alley hurriedly. It just ran out of the fork alley, and a big foot in raw leather boots flew out of the shadow of the fork alley. He kicked the bad luck black cat far away.

In the Fork Alley, a vague and rude voice came: "I ran into a black cat while working, hell, are we going to have bad luck tonight?"

Joe He Billy five stopped abruptly.

In the fork alley, dozens of silent, fast and numb silhouettes suddenly froze in place.

Joe dropped the trotters subconsciously, took off the baton, and held it in his hand.

Through the moonlight, you can see more than a dozen men rushing out of the fork alley, each of them has abominable looks, and every face is full of hostility. They were born with crooked facial features, and other lines on their faces pieced together, as if naturally formed a line of big characters-'I am a villain'!

The pungent body odor, messy hair, dirty face, tattered and dirty, I don't know how long the short cloak was loosely draped over my shoulders. Through the unwrapped short cloaks of these men, you can see that they have daggers, short blades, and single-shot old-fashioned matchlocks hanging around their waists. They have crowbars, drills, short saws and other tools under their armpits.

This is Grape Skin Alley, next to it is Silver Grape Street, one of the wealthy areas of Tulum Port.

In the mid-autumn night, the rich must have all gone around the Queens Grand Plaza to enjoy the celebration.

The group of people in front of Joe, in such a night, in such an alley, with so many magical and magical tools, sneaking around the rich area.

Really a group of'good young men' who are'industrious','willing to work', and'strive to make progress'.

They have a bad background and are trapped at the bottom of society, but they are unwilling to succumb to their fate. They do their best to realize the redistribution of social wealth and change their fate!

Really a group of'respectable' people...If they don't have so many murder weapons on their bodies and their eyes are not so fierce, they would be even more lovely!

Joe looked at the big man who had just kicked the black cat away, coughed slightly, and hung the baton back to the armed belt.

"The night of Mid-autumn, the weather was good, it was a wonderful night." Joe nodded the man.

A dozen guys quickly glanced at the wine bottle in Joe's hand, gently turned their sides, and cleared the way.

Yes, it was a wonderful night.

Qiao and five subordinates speeded up their pace without saying a word, and passed by these guys. Billy, even very friendly, nodded with these guys.

After Joe and the others had walked dozens of steps, Billy muttered in a low voice: "It's from the wolf gang. I saw wolf head tattoos on their forearms. Damn, they want What are you doing? This is not the site of the wolf gang!"

Billy worriedly said: "This is the site of the fox gang. The fox gang is not a good stubble. The wolf gang has crossed the boundary and will have a major event!"

Joe also muttered in a low voice: "But, is this our jurisdiction?"

Billy shook his head firmly: "Of course not."

Joe nodded vigorously: "So, let's continue to have fun."

Six conscientious police, walking briskly in the alleys, they smiled and whistled relaxedly , A relaxed, cheerful, and fast-paced "Imperial Police March", forcibly was blown by them and out of breath.

The wind with a strong smell of sea blew in along the alley. Not far in front is the new pier of Tulum Port No. 3.

I can already hear the sound of the waves faintly.

Joe and Billy quickened their pace. Behind them, a dozen men with abominable faces looked around sneakily for a while, and moved towards the back door of a big house quietly leaning up.

There is a subtle piccolo sound in the air.

In the alley, a faint mist of water floated up inexplicably.

The sound of the flute is short and slight, like a thin steel wire, slowly digging into the ear and sticking to the heart.

A dozen men who took out crowbars, drills, and saws and were about to start work became stiff.

The sound of the piccolo became more erratic.

A few phosphorescent moths fell lightly and landed on the stiff bodies of these men.

Under the skin of the stiff body, tiny bumps emerged rapidly, and then their skin began to wriggle strangely.

The flesh is shriveled and the skeleton becomes gray. The phosphorescence of the big canopy was flying slowly, and a dozen sets of dirty clothes, boots, and various tools were scattered in the alley in a mess.

A hoarse, slightly rotten voice lightly sounded in the alley: "Rotten, twisted soul, dirty, fallen body, my little cuties, will be You are fat and white."