Book of Gods and Demons

The grimace shopkeeper disappeared silently halfway through.

He told Joe that he had to greet the children to find the missing girls.

After a rough investigation by the Sparrow Gang, after the murder of Zhongqiu, more than 30 girls aged 10 to 16 years old disappeared in several streets around Yaolu Street.

This news made Joe feel inexplicably heavy. Even the joy of receiving Yanan's confession and the survey data was suppressed to disappear without a trace.

So, when he returned to his door, Joe had a gloomy face, as if he had been robbed of ten thousand gold marks in the street.

Hessen was dangling a big cigar, surrounded by a group of guards, gently tapping the beer belly with his hands, standing in the middle of the gate, and seeing Joe walking down from a four-wheeled carriage, he quacked 'Laughing, greeted him with open arms.

Joe carried the heavy briefcase in one hand, and opened the other hand, giving Hess a strong hug.

The two father and son pressed against their cheeks heavily, their round cheeks collided with each other, making a crisp applause.

"This is, that thing?" Hesen released his arm and looked towards the briefcase in Joe's hand. When Joe went to Palm Tree Avenue, he had already sent someone to rush home early and told Hessian in detail about the ditch.

"This is the thing, father...damn, they also have a squadron squatting in the southwest corner of Jiasijia Island." Joe's heart was heavy: "According to my judgment, that person Major General Jiaxi, it is very likely that he also died in the pink mermaid."

Joe tightly frowns: "They will retaliate, they just dont know how they will retaliate."

He Looking at Hessen a little nervously: "I can understand why the idiot Yanan hit me in the street. This thing, the Saint Xia Kingdom Navy will pursue it with all its strength, and the Durham Imperial Navy will also pursue it like a mad dog. Even..."

Hesse sneered, he took the briefcase in Joes hand, said solemnly: "A country that knows this information exists will be tempted. Whoever holds this stuff will be a A great hidden danger."

"The Vito family will be safe only if you give it to the right person. Moreover, the credit that should belong to you, and the benefits that should belong to the Vito family, will you Not less." He slapped the briefcase in his hand, and Hessian whistled: "However, your father, Hessian Lord, happens to know a few right people."

"Go rest. In the past two days, you are also exhausted." Hesse patted Joe's big belly: "Go and rest, son, look at you, you are all a bit thinner, Liya will definitely be sad."

"Keep up your spirits, and then go out with me tomorrow." Hessian grinned.

Joe took off the cigar he was holding in the corner of Hessians mouth, put it into his mouth, took two hard puffs, spit out a cigarette ring, and then shook his hands and walked into his house. House.

There was a sound of a small bush nearby, and several huge mastiff dogs sneaked out sneakily, and eagerly got close to Joe, spitting out his big tongue, showing his hospitality.

Joe slapped these big guys on the heads affectionately, playing with them, walking all the way to the door of the main building, the mastiffs wagging their tails, making a low whimper at the door of the main building, and then quickly turned around go away.

These big guys remember clearly. In the main building, Joe and Gorkin, two "wolf-headed brothers" live, and Weimar, a generous "untimely feeder". The problem is still There lived a'violent iceberg girl' carrying a small magic mallet!

They don't want to be kicked by Tifa anymore, naturally they can run as far as they can.

Standing at the door of the main building, looking at the windows of Liya, Tifa, and Weimar's rooms, Joe looked at the current time again, shook his head, and returned to his room lightly.

Comfortably took a hot bath. In front of the huge vanity mirror, Joe gently tore off hundreds of small centipede-like scabs on his upper body. The wound below has completely healed, leaving traces of pale red.

Joe coldly snorted: "Myers."

Thinking of Myers' destined end, Joe felt relieved.

This kind of high-sounding slogan is a guy who really seeks personal gain. His best end is to feed the fish!

Using his filthy and depraved body to fatten up the stormy sea fish and make a meager contribution to the fishery resources of the Durham Empire, this is of course the best outcome for people like Myers.

Clean and clean, there is no more respectful hypocrite in the world!

Without talking all night, Joe slept faintly.

While Joe was sleeping, Hesse took the ID of Joes special investigation team and brought a group of people to visit him secretly in several places in Tulum Harbor.

When a grey dawn appeared on the Eastern Sea Horizon, a large fleet quietly bypassed the Silver Bull Cape headland and entered the inner sea of Tulum Port, and finally docked at the new Pier No. 3.

The brigade brigade wore iron gray uniforms, and the energetic imperial soldiers lined up and landed, then lined up in a neat line and entered the city of Tulum Port.

There are more than 40 large and small battleships, headed by two old Level 1 battleships, with three Level 2 battleships, five Level 3 battleships, and a dozen large frigates, directly lined up in a line The bombardment array dropped anchors on the sea near the new Pier No. 3.

On the masts of these battleships, huge flags dance with the wind. The flags are not the battleship Nine Headed Snake coat of arms of the Durham Imperial Navy, but on the illusory shadow of an island, a blood blooming Coat of arms of azaleas.

There is no doubt that this is a private fleet of nobles. The strength of this fleet is much stronger than that of the local fleet in Tulum.

They lined up a line-shaped bombardment array near the new pier No. 3, and directly sealed the local fleet of Tulum Port and the Tulum Port Naval Academy on the shore, and even the old fort Caused the most direct threat.

A liaison officer of the local fleet in Tulum harbor questioned when he boarded the ship. It didn't take long for him to roll down the flagship of the fleet with swollen cheeks.

Woke up early in the morning on 2nd day, Joe filled with three basic strength potions, hastily cultivated breathing, and sweated heavily. After taking another shower, he felt full of energy. Almost every pore is sprayed with power.

The scarlet light screen lights up in front of my eyes, and the other information has not changed, only the level of energy has been slightly adjusted.

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Energy level: sea of strength (normal state: 0.098%) (perfect state: 0.0033%) (physical strength: 75,000 pounds)

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Joe was dumbfounded.

This is his second cultivation breathing method, and the cultivation time is not long, only an hour, but the progress of his energy sea, discard the so-called perfect state, and see his normal State progress.

Before it was only 0.033%, but this time, it has grown to 0.098%.

The progress is far beyond what Laplace said.

"La Plahi." Joe whispered La Plahi's name.

"What can I say? Of course I know why you improve so fast... But it's the old saying, knowledge is priceless, money is pricey." Laplace chuckled treacherously. "I want to know why, well, this knowledge, ten thousand gold marks, I think it makes sense."

Joe coldly snorted.

His pupils suddenly became scarred. Deep in his pupils, the three-circle and six-pointed star demon array slowly rotated. He spoke the following words completely out of instinct.

"Fighting, killing, and the resulting death and fear, all tangible and intangible, everything related to violence, whether it is a physical existence that can be touched by the body, or an imperceptible ideal of the human body. "

"Im here, thats for me. Because Im crimson!"

Joe muttered: "Fighting, violence, killing, death, and even the resulting fear, Famine, plague, barrenness... will all provide me with strength. Am I an ominous existence?"

Some inexplicable fragments emerged in Joe's mind. Some scattered pictures made Joe feel some discomfort. But soon, these discomforts disappeared.

"Laplace, am I an ominous existence?"

Laplace was silent for a while, and Joes mind called him smoking a small pipe sound.

"Ominous? How could it happen." Laplace was silent for a while, and then he sighed: "Then, I can tell you that you are a'person' and you are noble Supreme."

"What is'person'?" Laplace laughed extremely treacherously again: "Ten thousand gold marks, thank you!"

Joe coldly snorted, he was wrapped in The towel came out of the bathroom, across the bedroom, and into the cloakroom. He yelled, and seven or eight little maids trot in like a smart Xiao Qiao'er, busy putting him on a neat new uniform.

"I have no money...I'll talk about it when I have money." Joe muttered vaguely.

He still has many questions, including questions about the balance of order, but he has no money and he can't speak.

"You can be very rich. The safe last night, according to the market value, put aside the crystal ball, the paper money and the gold nuggets, the total value is 150,73,770 and five gold marks Twenty-one silver Finney and thirteen fountains." Laplace once again thought of Velenya's small vault.

"I don't want to cause trouble." Joe rejected the guy outright: "And, I'm a policeman, I'm not a thief who prying the safe."

He waved away the maids who were surrounding him, grabbed the lead-coated copper baton leaning on the shoe rack and hung it on the belt, and hung two filled double barrels of firecrackers behind the belt. In his gaze, he walked out of his room imposingly.

More than three hundred fully armed guards, surrounded by an extra-large four-wheel carriage, left the Mid-Levels all the way fast as lightning.

When the bell of St. Hilds Cathedral rang for the tenth time, Joe and Hessen, with dozens of guards, pushed open the gate of the Conference Hall on the second floor of the Navy Club.

Many of the great characters of Tulum Port looked back at the same time, Hessian patted the briefcase heavily on the long conference table, and then pushed forward and pushed it straight to the meeting. Sitting at the other end of the table was a beautiful and alluring lady who was as gorgeous and charming as a scarlet azalea.

"Everyone, my son, an outstanding example of the Tulum Port Police Department, and the brave and fearless Joe Yung Vito, has made a great discovery."

Hessen yelled: "In this special investigation team for the Zhongqiu murder, there is no doubt that Qiao made the first contribution. Moreover, I believe that this contribution is beyond your surprise and will definitely exceed your imagination!"

A scream came, just like that day, Hai Niwei, who was sitting at the conference table, jumped up, and moved towards grabbed the briefcase quickly sliding on the conference table.

"Impudent!" replaced Dantes that day, sitting at the end of the conference table, sitting at the bottom of the Queen's enthroned figure, Mrs. beautiful and alluring coldly snorted.

A heavy slap in the face sounded.

Hineville, who jumped high, was like a Haiyan after being shot. He whirled and fell to the corner of the Conference Hall. She directly touched her head and broke her blood without humming. Fainted.

Joe stuck out his tongue subconsciously, "Wow", this is really a great character!