Book of Gods and Demons

October 25th, at noon.

As soon as he was busy, Joe had finished recording his confession, signed a bunch of official documents, and exchanged greetings with Yankel for a long time.

The canteen of the Didu South Station Police Station rang the lunch bell. In Yankel's office, there was a cup of inferior coffee, and Joe wiped out 20 bacon sandwiches.

Joe still felt hungry, and in front of the dumbfounded Yankel, he took out a new power potion and swallowed it ‘gudong’.

With a flick of his finger, the empty potion bottle flew out more than ten feet, and fell into the trash basket in the corner accurately. Joe patted his stomach lightly, and shook his head to Yankel a little embarrassedly: "I have been eating more and more recently. The bigger, I don’t know why..."

Yang Kerr smiled dryly: "I can understand... Officer Joe's strength is undergoing rapid improvement, right? It's really enviable. Tsk, this is..."

Did you read it right? Did you admit it?

Is this a potion of strength? Look at the color, look at the strange halo, it should be a potion of strength, right?

Yankel wanted to tell Joe that the total amount of power medicine, an ‘extreme’ and ‘luxury’ auxiliary medicine for cultivation, was distributed in the entire Imperial Capital South Station Police Station in less than a hundred a year.

Only the ‘elite police’ who have ‘made credit’ will ‘break through the key bottleneck’ when Yankel will allocate one of them ‘discretionary’ to help them break through and improve quickly.

And Qiao clearly uses the medicine as a ‘satisfying food’?

This is a bit too much!

He pursed his lips. Although he knew that this would be very rude, Yankel hesitated for a while and couldn't help but said, "Tulum Port Police Department, is the funding very...sufficient?"

Joe picked up the coffee cup and poured a small half cup of sour coffee into his mouth. He sighed unsatisfiedly: "Police station? Oh, it's normal. Every police station is the same, and the funds are always not enough. !"

Yankel finally couldn't restrain his curiosity: "Then, Officer Joe, you just drank the potion of strength, right?"

Qiao suddenly patted his head like an enlightenment. He looked at Yankel very seriously and said, "Oh, yes, the one I drunk just now is indeed a potion of strength... Uh, there is a small chamber of commerce in my house, there are a few The ocean-going fleet has a little overseas trade with Donglu, so...I use power potions to assist my practice every day."

He sighed heavily, and Joe shook his head and said, "Otherwise, if I rely on ordinary food to replenish my blood, I don't have to do anything else all day long. I can only keep eating, eating, eating...that's too boring!"

The corners of Yankel's mouth twitched, and he cursed angrily in his heart-"Damn Tulun Harbor upstart"!

Joe took out a gold pocket watch, checked the time, and then frowned at Yankel.

"So, Director Yankel, thanks for the hospitality, I have already drunk five cups of coffee and had a good lunch by the way... I am anxious to settle the accompanying subordinates, and I have to report to the Judicial University."

Joe stood up and stretched out his right hand to Yankel: "There are so many witnesses that prove that the **** named Matthew is a shameless assassin...I am a legitimate defense counterattack, am I not?"

"I, can you leave now?"

Joe grinned at Yankel, showing two rows of bright white teeth.

Yankel laughed dryly, he said with a soft smile, "Ah, don't worry, don't worry, or, we...I have a good cigar here, come one?"

Yankel opened the drawer and took out a cigar box made of cedar wood. He opened the box, revealing a small box of large cigars the thickness of a thumb. He ostentatiously picked up a cigar, stretched out his hand and handed it to Joe, and then boasted: "Officer Joe, look, the authentic Hawa cigar, in the Imperial City, it's hard to get a good product. "

Joe took the cigar, put it on his nose and sniffed it, then reached out and picked up the cigar box in front of Yankel, looked at the emblem printed on the bottom of the box with a soldering iron, and then laughed.

"Director Yankel, after a while, I will ask the family to send you two boxes... Do you see this badge? This is my family's goods... Ha, as a policeman, you actually bought smuggled goods?"

Yankel stayed in place.

What did he just hear?

Joe put down the cigar box, took out a match, lit a cigar for himself, then sat down heavily in the chair, and took a deep breath: "Well, you should get a special cigar cabinet and let someone take care of it. ...This cigar is a bit dry and has lost a lot of taste."

"Well, how much did this box of cigar cost you?"

"Oh, I don't mean anything else, just as a source supplier, I am curious how much benefit those **** middlemen have made in it!"

"Well, are you interested in being the cigar agent of the Rittal family in the Imperial Capital? We will ship them directly to you, and then through your relationship, you will send these fragrant and wholesome little cuties to VIPs who know how to appreciate them. In hand?"

Joe smiled brightly.

Yankel shivered, and Joe's words were very attractive.

However, as the chief of the police station of the Imperial Capital South Railway Station, did he represent the cigars from Tulum Harbor? This, this...

Yankel looked at Joe with a drifting gaze.

‘Damn the upstart from Tulum Harbour’... Joe’s words were almost like a devil’s babbling, causing Yankel's heart to start beating violently, just a little bit before the fire, and he was going to be convinced by Joe.

With a loud bang, the door of Yankel's office was violently pushed open. The door leaf slammed into the wall, and several pieces of glass inlaid above the door suddenly shattered.

A pale-haired, slightly hunched old man waved his hands, roared with a red face, and rushed in.

"Where is the executioner? Where is the murderer?"

Lan Mujin and Lan Kikyo were like ghosts, without making any sound, they followed the old man into the office lightly and lightly, standing two steps behind Qiao on the left and right.

Marcos blocked the door of the office without saying a word. He was eight feet away, and the burly and majestic Marcos alone blocked the door of the room, and blocked a few angry men in dark formal suits. At the door.

"Who is Director Yankel?" The humpbacked old man strode to the desk, slapped his hands heavily on the desk, and slobbed at Yankel angrily: "It's you? It's you? Isn't it? you?"

Yankel suddenly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. He widened his eyes and said loudly, "Dear sir, I am Yankel Baker... Are you?"

The hunchbacked old man gritted his teeth, his face distorted, and he almost squeezed a cold voice from his teeth: "Belfin Tifo, Dean of the School of Music of the Fourth University of the Imperial Capital... Matthew is my student... Who killed it? Him?"

Yankel looked at Joe firmly. He didn't say a word, but his gaze stared straight at Joe, telling Belfin as accurately as a guide that the man who killed Matthew was the tall and burly one. Fat guy!

Joe puffed out a puff of smoke. He looked at Yankel and complained: "Chief Yankel, it's no wonder that you are so generous. Ask me for coffee and lunch... Ha, sir, hello!"

Belfin turned to Joe and slammed his fist into Joe's face.

The old man exhausted all his strength, but he was just an ordinary normal person, his fist speed was very slow, as for the power... In Joe's view, this power is more than nothing!

Sitting on the chair, Qiao Ping rose into the air. He rolled over in the air, stepping on the ceiling with his feet, like a clever fat gecko, walked a few steps backwards, and then landed gently without making a sound.

Yankel's eyes widened, he subconsciously grabbed the empty coffee cup on the table, and drank an unnecessarily sip of coffee in his mouth.

Belfin's fist fell, his body lost his balance, he staggered forward and fell forward, hitting the chair where Joe was sitting just now, and falling to the ground together with the chair.

"Wow!" Belfin took the cups and plates on the desk together, and a large number of objects fell on the ground with a messy sound.

Outside the door, several men in formal clothes shouted and cursed in unison, and they madly shoved Marcos's body.

Marcos put his hands on his chest, and despite the push of a few men, his body just didn't move.

"Executioner, let go of Professor Belfin!"

"Asshole, murderer, you are committing a crime!"

"Police, police, come and help, come and catch the murderer!"

Several men yelled and cursed angrily. In the corridor outside Yankel's office, a large group of police had already gathered, but no one was speaking, and no one came to join in the excitement.

One is ~www.ltnovel.com~ Joe is a policeman, he is his own.

Second, Matthew is the assassin and Joe is the victim.

Although Matthew is a student at the Fourth University, he is an assassin after all. After all, Joe is just defending and counterattack.

"Dean Belfin, I hope you can calm down." Yankel stood up, smiling and persuaded Belfin, who was lying on the ground and panting.

"Matthew is my student, the most gifted student I have taught in the last ten years." Belfin stood up tremblingly, leaning on the desk with both hands, and staring at Qiao with gritted teeth: "It's not just Music, in other respects, is so outstanding, so outstanding."

"A promising young man full of talents was killed by you!"

Belffin looked up to the sky with an extremely sad and angrily moan: "Is there still a king's law? Is there still a law of heaven? Where is the law of the empire? Where is justice and axiom?"

Joe blinked his eyes desperately. He looked at Belfin loudly and yelled: "Hey, old man, your student shot me in the street inexplicably... My guard was just forced to fight back... I was the victim. By!"

Joe raised his voice and shouted loudly: "Because he is so-called excellent, can he kill people at will?"

Belfin shook his head vigorously, yelling hysterically: "Impossible, impossible, Matthew is not such a person!"

He raised his hands vigorously and shouted hoarsely: "Darkness, darkness...you murdered my student...you stigmatized him!"

"You, you... shameless, shameless!"

Joe, as well as Lan Mujin, Lan Kikyo, and Yankel's faces turned black for a while, and only a mouthful of blood was in his throat.

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