Book of Gods and Demons

　　Medland Glory Calendar August 17, 1379.

　　 The Royal Naval Club of Tulum Port, with loud voices and loud curses.

　　 Entering from the club’s gate, it is a short corridor. On the luxurious oak parapet, there are several framed portrait oil paintings. In the portrait, they look majestic, wear straight uniforms, and hold command knives. They are currently the highest-ranking generals of the Imperial Navy.

At the end of the corridor is an oval hall. The white marble floor is polished like a mirror. In the center is inlaid with a huge bronze imperial navy emblem with a diameter of more than twenty feet.

　　 On the turbulent sea, a sturdy snake body wrapped around a battleship. Nine huge, ferocious snake heads protruded from above the battleship. Eighteen scarlet eyes were inlaid with rubies, which were extremely fierce under the light.

When 　　 Joe walked in, there were many people sitting on the sofa leaning against the wall around the hall.

In the middle of the hall, nearly a hundred sailors assembled, wearing soft-soled leather boots, shorts, sea soul shirts, double-ribbed leather bonnets and carrying short rifles of Imperial Navy standard on their backs, arranged in a neat square. Array.

　　 The blue and white porcelain vase was smashed to pieces, and the huge noise made the sailors look back at Joe at the same time.

　　 Joe caught the assailant who had jumped from the second floor of the hall and threw him away. The expressions of the sailors became extremely strange, and then they shouted at the same time.

　　 "Damn Joe, do you dare to hit the door?"

　　 "This is the Navy Club, not your Judicial Academy, nor the police station of the Black Dog!"

　　 "For the glory of the Imperial Navy, beat him!"

　　 "Imperial Navy, charge!"

　　 The dozen or so sailors closest to Joe yelled and rushed in front of Joe, punching him around him.

　　 Joe's eyes widened: "Wow, it's all old friends!"

　　 These people who rushed up, Joe glanced at them, all of them were familiar, and several of them made Joe even more memorable.

　　 At the gate of the club just now, he really didn't brag. All the student soldiers of the Port of Tulum Naval Academy, as well as all the graduates of the last three years, are all his old acquaintances!

　　 Under the leadership of Joe, in the past three years, the Tulum Port Judicial School and the Naval Academy have erupted on average once a month in a large-scale collective fight, which has almost become a fixed tradition. And the encounters between the students of the two sides on the street inevitably happen every few days.

　　 When Joe was still studying at the Judicial School, both sides had their own winners and losers. After all, the Naval Academy was an army establishment, so it had the upper hand in the collective fight.

　　 But after Joe graduated, the momentum of victory and defeat reversed. In the past month and a half, nearly a hundred students from the Naval Academy were arrested by the Port of Tulum Police Department.

The arrested students were charged with various crimes. For example, some of them were unlucky. They walked on the street with ease, only whistled at the passing girl, and were arrested by the patrolling police on the charge of'conspiracy-violence' Black jail.

　　 The Naval Academy came forward to look for the Tulum Port Police Department dignitaries, but was strongly pushed back by the Tulum Port Police Department.

The frustrated Naval Academy executives directly approached the Tulum Port City Hall, and the Tulum Port District Court immediately filed a protest against the City Hall, and issued a warning letter to the Naval Academy, admonishing them of the harmful effects of undermining the imperial justice and justice. The possible serious consequences.

　　According to incomplete statistics, just today, at this moment, in the basement black cell of the Tulum Port Police Station across the street, there are still more than two dozen unlucky naval colleges.

　　 Enemies meet, very jealous. More than a dozen sailors rushed up with their punches and punched them, attacking them ruthlessly, with no intention of keeping their hands.

　　 Surrounded by a dozen sailors, Joe has no room to dodge. The sailors beat Joe around, their fists fell like raindrops, and Joe was rippling with flesh.

　　 Belly, thighs, buttocks, waist, the sound of fists hitting the fat creaked, Joe instinctively raised his arms to protect his head.

　　 But in an instant, Joe grinned and didn't feel the pain?

　　 Joe himself is extremely sturdy, and it doesn't hurt to hit him with an ordinary person's fist. After opening up the sea of ​​power, as the power soars, the various functions of the body also soar.

　　 At this moment, Joe, not to mention his fists, even an ordinary iron rod, it is difficult to hurt him.

　　 Joe smiled and loosened his arms, lowered his head, and a leather soft hat dangling under his eyelids.

　　Most of these sailors are local natives around Tulum Harbor. Their average height is no more than five feet seven or eight inches, and six feet tall is considered to be a standout among them. But Joe was already nearly seven feet two inches tall. After opening up a sea of ​​power, he grew more than two inches taller overnight.

　　The sailors beat Joe around, just like a group of smart monkeys surrounding a wild bear!

　　 "Hahaha!" Joe laughed loudly and waved his big hands, his fat palms were like bear paws. He grabbed the sailor who was jumping around and gently threw it back.

　　 The door of the club was open, and eight sailors who were guarding the door were looking into the door. Two sailors flew out with the sound of breaking the wind, and the sailors who guarded the door hurriedly shrank back.

　　 Two sailors angrily fell into the street.

　　 Then there were two again, two again, two more, three to five breaths, Joe violently threw the dozen or so sailors who surrounded him out of the club.

　　 The sailors in the hall were in a commotion, and several impulsive guys grabbed the rifle directly.

　　 ‘Boom’!

A gunshot came from the second floor of the hall, followed by a bang. In the middle of the hall’s high circular dome, the large crystal chandelier with complex and exquisite shapes swayed, and large crystal fragments fell sparsely. The sailors lined up right below all hugged their heads.

　　 The original exquisite large crystal chandelier was missing a large piece, and Joe raised his head and whistled subconsciously.

　　According to his estimation, the cost of this crystal chandelier was more than 10,000 gold marks. After this shot, the value of the chandelier was at least 80% destroyed.

On the corridor facing the hall on the second floor, a bald man leaned forward, holding a smoky flintlock pistol in his right hand, and pointed at the stunned sailors loudly and sternly: "What do you want to do? Assault the police, but yes. Felony!"

　　 The crystal chandelier was spinning and flying around on the smooth marble floor, and the hall resounded with the crisp sound of ‘jingle bells’.

　　 On the second floor corridor, an angry voice sounded: "Stein, bastard, would you dare to shoot at my site? Bastard, assaulting a police officer is a felony, what is the charge for assaulting an imperial soldier?"

　　 In the lobby, several men in casual clothes, who had been lazily leaning on the sofa, laughed at the same time.

A thin, shriveled middle-aged man with a slightly camel back and a big hook nose on his triangular face made him look very gloomy and exclaimed: "In the name of the law, I swear, it was these sailors who attacked the third-level police first. Shi Qiao Rong Weitu!"

　　 The gloomy man opened the hem of his clothes, revealing a pair of delicate steel handcuffs on his belt.

　　 "In the name of the law, Alan Aibi, a first-level imperial lieutenant, is willing to testify that these sailors not only attacked the police, but they also attacked the imperial nobles."

Alan Abby, the first-level sergeant, blinked at Joe, and asked with an awe-inspiring look: "Third-level sergeant Joe Rong Witto, do you want to prosecute them with the "Imperial Public Security Act", or use the "Imperial Nobles" Act against them?"

Outside the gate, on the street, the first one to attack Joe, was thrown away by Joe casually. The hapless man who had not caught his breath for a long time struggling to get up, shaking his body, walked back to the club step by step. I just heard Lieutenant Allen's words.

　　 "I protest...I..."

　　 The towering bridge of his nose was half crooked, and Messingrad Jon Wells, with blood dripping from his nostrils, screamed angrily: "I...Messing from the Wells family..."

　　 Joe looked back at this hapless guy, Wells, this is the old enemy. No wonder, the vase that I just smashed down didn't leave any hands.

　　 In the corridor on the second floor, Stein’s crazy roar sounded again: "Come on, drag this idiot out, lock up, lock up, the smallest black room, one week, close one week!"

　　 "Gentlemen and gentlemen, restraining your subordinates, restraining your subordinates... damn, damn, what is this all about? Stein, you bastard, I remember your shot!"

Messingrad opened his mouth and wanted to shout. From the corridor on the left side of the hall, two military policemen flew out, rushed to his side in several strides, and covered his mouth, struggling frantically. He dragged him into the corridor very rudely.

Mediterranean baldness, big donkey face, hooked nose, triangular eyes, thin lips, gray-green eyes color like a smelly ditch, his entire face is not like a good person, Tulum Port Police Chief Stein shrugged and held his hands. Duanjian handed it to a uniformed policeman next to him, and then beckoned to Joe.

　　 "Joe, come up!"

　　 "This is not someone's private land, this is the land of the empire... In the name of the law, there is no extra-legal land on the land of the empire. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

　　Stein shook his head triumphantly, his bald head reflected a layer of oil under the light.

　　 "Joe, come up. In the name of the imperial law, no one can hurt a good policeman who is honest, kind, law-abiding, and respectful under the nose of Old Stein!"

　　 Joe laughed happily. Director Stein, a long-time player in Hessen, a minority shareholder of the Rittal Family Rose Chamber of Commerce, and his wife, Mrs. Stein, is Liya's good best friend. In the dance held by the Rittal family every month, the husband and wife are different.

　　 More private and less known is that Stein is Joe's godfather!

　　 flexed his fingers on the brass police helmet on top of the bullet and sorted out the uniform that was a little messy with a random punch. Joe said loudly and loudly: "Dear Sir, of course, I am a good policeman!"

'Puff', he spit on the ground, and Joe walked through the sailors in the hall with his head high. In their angry eyes, Shi Shiran walked up the curved corridor facing the gate, walking briskly. Went to the second floor of the club.

　　 The corridor on the second floor is covered with a thick blue wool blanket.

　　 On the spacious corridor, a large number of people in black, iron gray, and light blue uniforms gathered together, looking at Joe coming up with different eyes.

　　Stein stood in front of a beautifully carved oak door at the end of the corridor, and waved to Joe.

　　 "Here, Joe... As one of the best police officers in Tulum, you are eligible to attend this meeting."

Beside 　　Stein, a burly middle-aged man in a navy uniform stared fiercely at Joe.

　　 "Yes, Master Chief." Joe held his head high and walked towards Stein without squinting.