Book of Gods and Demons

Joe walked out of the bathroom with a very subtle expression.

Before in the bathroom, Joe saw with his own eyes a heavy volume of "Medland Continental Chronicles" placed on a small bookshelf next to the white porcelain toilet, silently turning into a wisp of blue smoke.

Joe couldn't understand the original intention of the Mask Cat Club to put such an academic book by the toilet.

But the chronicle disappeared silently, and then in the blue smoke, countless extremely thin light spots emerged, and the tiny light spots hovered and danced rapidly in the air, quickly forming sheets of extremely thin, extremely tough white paper, and a Huge kraft paper portfolio.

"Laplace, great work!" Joe grabbed the portfolio in front of him and the white paper neatly folded in front of him.

"However, your price is too high. You need 500,000 gold marks for these pieces of paper?" Joe whispered: "Fortunately, I have money now. Otherwise, how could it be...what is this? ghost?"

Qiao hastily flipped through the thick stack of white paper, and then almost screamed out of surprise by the contents above.

At the top of these white papers, on the header of each page, there is a line of thin, scarlet, and very neatly written strokes-‘Top Secret’!

And the content on the white paper...the sensational titles are as follows:

"Design Drawing of the New Type Battleship of the Durham Empire One 375"!

"Design drawing of the Durham Empire 137-7 large-caliber naval gun"!

"Deren Empire (1379-1389) ten-year shipbuilding plan"!

"Deren Imperial Navy Overseas Hydrological Survey Bureau (1380-1385), Survey and Occupation Plan of the Jinguo River Basin in the Black Continent"!

"The Feasibility Study of the Storm Ocean Fleet of the Durham Imperial Navy and the newly formed Marine Corps to seize the two major port hubs of Belém and Dolan in the United Kingdom of Nice"!

"The ratio of the new military stainless steel material of the Durham Empire"!

In the bathroom, Joe solemnly stuffed this thick pile of materials into his portfolio, and muttered to the mirror in the bathroom: "La Place, you did a great job... Ah, the terrible omniscient. ... Simon, you are dead!"

Laplacian’s sharp, thin voice sounded in Joe’s mind: "Oh, the rich and powerful Crimson Lord, this is all trivial, trivial...this knowledge is worthless, very worthless...think about it, the all-steel structure , Steam-propelled, a full set of drawings of the epoch-making new battleship, are you not tempted at all?"

"A burst machine gun, a burst machine gun that kills people on the battlefield like mowing the grass, are you really not interested?"

"Don't you find it tempting to have a new type of artillery with a range of more than 100,000 feet, and one shot can razor a building?"

"Or, the manufacturing technology of the goblin goblin? I sold it at a loss, 100 million gold marks, I will give you a full set of goblin goblin manufacturing technology, ah, the strongest goblin goblin goblin puppet is comparable to the ‘god’!"

Joe swallowed hard and spit, then opened the bathroom door and strode out.

There was a ‘buzzing’ in his mind, and his heartbeat speeded up. He was afraid that he could not bear the temptation of Laplace, and really promised to buy something messy from him!

For example... the ‘new battleship’ of ‘all-steel structure, steam propelled’?

With the amount of Qiao's knowledge, he couldn't imagine, let alone understand what kind of existence it was. But Joe knew instinctively that this kind of thing was bound to cause huge trouble.

Joe will never forget what Hesse told him when he was a child.

"How big your fist you have determines how many gold coins you can have... If your fist is not big enough, don't expect to have too much"!

Until Joe has a big enough fist, he will not make these ‘life-killing’ ‘goodies’ from Laplace!

No, no, no, absolutely not!

Even if Joe has a big enough fist, he will never buy these ‘goodies’ from LaPlace...What use are those things for Joe? What does he want these things for?

Joe didn't bother to do things that weren't good!

It's just that Laplace's methods really opened Joe's eyes.

A book of "Mainland Chronicles" has inexplicably turned into a thick pile of life-death materials... It is truly remarkable, like a ‘god’ means.

"I arrested you for treason!" Joe waved the kraft paper portfolio in his hand and looked at Simon who was desperate for life very seriously.

Simon looked at Joe dumbly. Because of the severe pain, he almost fainted and groaned subconsciously: "Treason? This is slander, this is shameless slander...I am loyal to the empire... asshole, you dare to frame someone Imperial nobles!"

Joe looked down at Simon, then grinned.

Yes, he is framing, he is slandering, he is framing, so what?

Hanks had calculated Joe's family, and Hanks was dead.

Henieway and Marcos calculated Joe's family, and now they are in the black prison again.

Simon... Damn Simon, Joe remembered every word of his words just now. This guy, he also plots against Tifa, and his thoughts are so nasty and nasty.

If it's just a verbal slur, Joe's reaction might not be so intense.

But this guy, or, in other words, this guy and his comrades, have offered rewards for Tifa-related intelligence on Al's trading market... They are not just verbal pleasures, they have already taken action!

They have already posed a threat to Tifa!

Threats to family members should be strangled in the bud!

Joe's pupils were slightly red, and deep in his eyes, the magic circle of three circles and six-pointed stars was spinning rapidly, and an inexplicable murderous atmosphere enveloped the entire private room.

Joe kicked Simon lightly, and then pointed at the crying dudes in the private room one by one: "They are all members of this Simon... They are probably also suspected of treason. , Take them all away, torture them!"

When Joe was in the bathroom, Billy, who was witty by nature, had opened the window and signaled.

Large groups of police rushed into the Mask Cat Club and rushed all the way to the third floor. Hearing Joe's order, dozens of police officers rushed in quickly outside the private room. They took out police equipment and handcuffed the crying and cursing dudes.

"Joe, Joe..." A few local dudes from Tulum port knelt on the ground with a ‘boom’.

"Dear Master Joe, we are innocent, we..." They screamed hysterically, crying and crying for mercy to Joe. They are natives of Tulum Port. They are well aware of the status of the Rittal family in Tulum Port and the power of Joe in Tulum Port.

If they are caught by Joe, they will peel off if they die.

"Innocent?" Joe gently patted the portfolio in his hand and said slowly: "Give you a chance, you can ask someone to send letters to your elders. Let your elders find my father to apologize. "

"Your life or death is up to my father... After all, everyone is a fellow from Tulum Harbour. I still want to give this little face."

Joe sneered, then looked at the dudes from other provinces: "And you...you are plotting against my sister Tifa, and you even want to attack me? Then, let's do business!"

A seemingly older dude who had apparently experienced some big storms sneered: "Joe, do you think you can cover the sky with one hand? Treason? Who do you think would believe us treason?"

"Yes, we did speak badly to Miss Tifa, so what?"

"Just because of our rude words, you actually want to frame us with such a bad accusation... Don't you think it's too much? There are so many witnesses here, there are so many witnesses here, they are enough to prove that we are just normal Social networking!"

The dude pointed to the waiters and maids who were too scared to move in the private room: "They are enough to prove our innocence!"

"But I have evidence!" Joe shook the portfolio in his hand.

"Evidence?" The dude smiled and shook his head: "What kind of evidence do you think will make people believe that we will treason?"

With a ‘swish’, Joe pulled out a piece of paper from his portfolio.

On the head, the scarlet "Top Secret" line of small characters is so dazzling...Under this line of small characters, the iron-grey line of "Derren Empire 137-five new battleship design" is so dazzling. heavy.

Joe only took out half a piece of paper. The big characters of "Derren Empire 137-five New Battleship Design Drawing" are like a small hill slammed down, and the dandies present at the scene shrunk their pupils, and they were dumbfounded for a long time to speak. .

"Why does the most advanced battleship design of the empire appear here?" Joe raised an eyebrow at the dumbfounded dudes: "Should this kind of confidential information be kept in a secret archive in the imperial capital? "

"I have never been to the imperial capital, nor have my family members, and the subordinates around me have never been to the imperial capital in my life." Qiao sneered and said, "Then, who can tell me that a copy should be Why did the confidential information properly kept somewhere in the imperial capital appear in Tulum Port tens of thousands of miles away?"

"It flew by itself...or...oooooo!" Joe smiled and stuffed the piece of paper back into his portfolio: "Or, did someone bring it?"

Simon, who was pale, fainted.

A crowd of dudes ~www.ltnovel.com~ At least half of them convulsed and fainted.

The dude who just spoke looked at Joe dumbfounded, and then screamed hoarsely: "Fake, fake, must be fake...this kind of thing can't be here...we can't, it's impossible... …"

Joe gently waved the portfolio in his hand, and said solemnly, "Take them away."

Kicked Simon who had fainted proudly, and Joe smiled and said: "It's really a busy day, but it's a fulfilling day. In order to safeguard the interests of the empire, and for the long-term stability of Tulum Port, we are really working hard!"

"Look, we have arrested Hinevey and Marcos who were collaborating with pirates...we have arrested Simon the treason..."

Joe stood on tiptoe, pretending to be puzzled, and asked Lan Mujin: "You said, why are there such **** around Frederick?"

Lan Mujin twitched the corners of her mouth and said dryly: "Joe, if the design drawing just now is real... then, the matter is too big!"

Joe shrugged his shoulders: "Too big? Oh, don't worry, it's not us anyway!"