Book of Gods and Demons

"Mr. Carbon, it looks like you are not popular, someone wants to kill you!"

Joe took Carben and hid behind a mountain of cinders, then he used a rusty metal plate as a shield and kept it over his head.

On the high-altitude hot air balloon, several men dropped their flintlock rifles after launching, grabbed the twin-barreled flintlock blunderbuss, and ‘bang bang bang’ at the location where Joe was hiding.

Then a few black and lacquered objects the size of a human head were dropped from the hot air balloon. A little spark was faintly burning on it, and there were several loud noises. The bomb exploded between the **** hills, blowing up countless slags, Rubbish.

Kaben was trembling with anger. He gritted his teeth and hissed: "They want to kill me? Someone wants to kill me? Bastard... Don't let me know who it is... Bastard... You are also a bastard..."

Carbon yelled at Joe.

Joe didn't get used to him, and Carbon yelled, he slapped him back with a backhand, and then slapped him back to the ground.

In the distance, the man who had just negotiated with Joe yelled, "Who is it? Who is it? Stop it, stop it!"

Suddenly someone blew the whistle in the growing crowd.

A large group of people suddenly rushed forward, and a voice yelled: "Save Master Carben, one million gold marks... one million... Kill these gangsters, the gold marks are mine!"

The flintlock sound was like popping beans, and lead bullets flew all over the sky, causing the sound of ‘swishing’ to break through the air.

Hundreds of Joe's subordinates hid behind the simple line of defense, and the lead bullet hit the makeshift barrier, making a dull sound and splashing large amounts of dust.

Ya and a few old family members calmly commanded their subordinates to counterattack. The intensive bullets were continuously sprayed out, and occasionally a few powerful crossbow bolts were mixed in, which effectively deterred the impulsive militiamen and made them dare to hesitate in the distance. near.

High in the sky, the hot air balloon threw bombs again.

The man on the hot air balloon completed the reloading skillfully and quickly, condescendingly, and the simple line of defense set up against the tooth bander was a slap in the face. Several lead bullets hit a hard object and ejected. Two of the Rittal guards were shot in the arms and cried out in pain.

Taking advantage of the slight chaos in the defense line, a group of militiamen in front suddenly rushed out, accelerated their pace and rushed over here, and dropped two small bombs from a distance.

"Asshole!"

Joe roared, and he jumped up suddenly, like a huge flea, suddenly jumping up to more than two hundred feet high. Then he took a deep breath, the power of the knight in the sea of ​​energy tumbling, his right fist was like a heavy cannon, and it hit the hot air balloon less than three hundred feet off the ground.

The crimson fist gang flew out, and the shadow of a fist about the size of a ruler whizzed away, hitting the gondola under the hot air balloon.

There was a loud bang, the fist gang exploded, and the hanging basket was shattered by the fist gang, and several men in the hanging basket were also shaken to pieces. The gas tank in the hanging basket exploded and exploded into a fireball with a radius of 100 feet, enclosing the entire hot air balloon.

Large flames fell from the sky, and various scattered fragments in the hanging basket smashed to the ground.

Joe drew an arc and lightly landed on the top of a muck mountain. He looked at the torches and lanterns used in the distance, and shouted in a low voice: "You want to die, I will perfect you!"

There is a piece of **** under Joe's feet, a radius of five or six feet, and a weight of nearly ten thousand pounds.

He grabbed this piece of **** with numerous pores and cracks, and threw it out.

A group of brawny men wielding short guns and swords were charging here in a mess. The **** smashed in front of them, and the brittle and hard **** exploded, turning into countless thumb-sized fragments and beating everywhere.

The fragments roared like shotguns fired from field artillery, and plunged into the crowd frantically.

Dozens of brawny men who clamored loudly and frantically stirred up the militia's emotions collapsed in horror. Under the strong blessing of Joe, the **** fragments penetrated their bodies like arrows, bringing up **** arrows.

A figure dashed out from the darkness, swung his piercing sword, rushed to the group of injured and fallen men, grabbed the man who had just taken the lead, held his neck, and rushed back in three or five strides. Behind the defensive line.

The militiamen who clamored forward from all directions were frightened by Qiao's sudden blow. They clenched their weapons, and looked at the **** mountain in the darkness one by one, and stopped in place at a loss.

"Arrest them... I want to know who is behind them." The man who had just negotiated with Joe yelled angrily and issued several orders in a row.

Then, a gas lamp left the crowd, and a middle-aged man in uniform, with a resolute look, walked hundreds of feet forward with a cigarette in his mouth, and came to the bottom of the **** mountain where Joe was.

"I'm Ruhr City Police Chief Martin... Martin Williams." The middle-aged man raised the gas lamp in his hand. He looked up at Joe standing on the top of the **** mountain and his body was submerged in darkness. You don’t want things to get out of hand, do you? Huh? First Class Lieutenant, Your Excellency Joe Rong Witto?"

Behind Martin, there was a slight noise.

Joe looked at Martin curiously: "Do you know who I am?"

Martin'haha' laughed: "The Mark Police Academy is my person. I sent him to be your guide... I wasn't sure... But when I saw you, your body shape was still With your police rank let me know, it must be you."

"Inspector Joe, you are a glorious imperial policeman. You will definitely not do anything illegal, do you?" Martin said gently, "There must be some misunderstanding, you and Mr. Carben, there must be some misunderstanding. "

"This is Mark's dereliction of duty. If he is by your side, there will be no such thing...So, we can talk about it... You can offer any reasonable conditions."

A group of policemen slowly walked out of the crowd. They walked step by step to the injured men who fell to the ground. They paused for a while. Seeing that there was no movement on Joe's side, they quickly took out the handcuffs and shackles and tied these men. It had to be sturdy, and then dragged to the rear for treatment.

These big guys are suspected of ‘conspiring to kill’ Kaben, it is conceivable that their fate will not be any better.

Joe stood on the top of the muck hill with his hands on his hips, and looked down at Martin, hundreds of feet away, with his right hand holding a gas lamp.

Martin was dressed in casual clothes, but there was a gold police badge hanging on his chest. This guy was a third-level police officer—his rank was equal to that of a major general in the army.

Frowning his brows and thinking for a while, Qiao said solemnly: "Chief Martin, I'm still the old saying, I want to bring people to Fort Boucher. This is my only condition, and there is no room for negotiation."

"The police officer." On the top of a muck mountain to Joe's right, Karl Jon Bucher, who was still discussing matters in Fort Boucher, quietly appeared. Carl, dressed in black and wearing a black hat, bowed to Joe and said solemnly: "You insist on entering Fort Boucher, is it really necessary?"

Joe's pupils shrank to a line.

He has been observing the surrounding movement, but Carl can actually get close to such a short distance quietly...This guy's strength is much stronger than Carben.

He hurriedly looked back and found that Lan Mujin was already standing next to Kaben, with a small blade in his hand touching Kaben's neck, and he let out a relieved sigh.

Carl is wearing the family crest of the Butcher family, which clearly shows his identity. Joe was a little shocked. It didn't take much time for him to make a noise. Butcher family members could find here, which shows how strong the Butcher family is in Ruhr City.

This reaction efficiency is much stronger than those big families in Tulum Port.

This is the biggest difference between the imperial giants that have been handed down for hundreds of years and the upstarts in Tulum Harbour, right?

Carl continued: "The Butcher family is loyal to the Empire, if you do have..."

Carl couldn't finish what he said.

Because in the crowd, in the densely packed militia, two hundred-cent-caliber field guns appeared in the crowd. The two militiamen with black ink on their faces moved the small torches in their hands to the fire door, and the two field guns suddenly made a huge roar.

More than a hundred rounds of large shotguns with a harsh howling sound blasted towards Karl who was standing on the top of the muck mountain.

Carl let out an angry curse, and a cold disc swirled around him, and a four-foot-long soft sword made a piercing sound, splitting the shotgun that hit him.

With the sword light spinning, dozens of shots were turned into more than a thousand pieces of fragments and fell. Karl hissed, "Grab them! Bastards, I'm going to take your skin off!"

In the crowd, dozens of Butcher's subordinates dressed in black jumped into the air and rushed towards the two militiamen who fired artillery.

The two militiamen grinned, then gritted their teeth.

When the Butcher's subordinates rushed to them, the two militiamen had already vomited black blood and fell to the ground. A Butcher family guard squatted down, pressed his fingers on their necks and hearts a few times, and then shook his head gently.

"How did these two guns come from?" In the crowd, the head of the Butcher family's guard sternly scolded.

The surrounding torches and lanterns were in chaos, and the chaotic crowd was bustling. No one can figure out when the two artillery pieces were arranged here, and which group of people followed the two militiamen who had taken poison to kill themselves.

Several Butcher family guards picked up the torches and moved to the stern of the two field guns to take a look.

At the rear of the gun tail ~www.ltnovel.com~ there is a palm-sized polished trace, the factory number on the field gun body, and the information of the foundry factory, etc., are all polished away.

In the lingo of Ruhr, these are two ‘black cannons’!

A few minutes later, when he received the news, Carl yelled at Joe: "Mr. Officer, someone is using what you have caused to stir up the water... For the benefit of you and the Butcher family, we should..."

'boom'!

In the distant factory area, a group of red flames burst into the sky, and in the flames, several towering chimneys collapsed.

The sound of the explosion was accompanied by a gust of wind roaring, raising a large cloud of smoke and dust.

Immediately afterwards, intensive gunfire sounded like popping beans, and an inexplicable battle broke out in Ruhr City...

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