Book of Gods and Demons

　　　　 still let everything go back to 158 Qingsong Street.

　　The time was also adjusted to the early morning of October 30th.

　　 Before dawn, Joe jumped to the door of Mr. Skeins with joy and slammed the door forcefully.

　　 ‘Crunch’, Sagans’ pet Baku hung his arms on the doorknob, pulled down the doorknob, and kicked his feet on the door frame, leveraging his force to open a gap in the door.

Joe squeezed in through the crack in the door, Baku screamed happily, jumped onto Joe's arm, followed his arm and quickly climbed on top of his head, and then curiously grabbed Joe's long hair and waved wildly. stand up.

　　 "Damn it, Baku, what are you doing?"

Joe didn't notice the change in his scalp at all. Baku waved his long hair and fluttered. Joe himself was taken aback: "What the hell? What the **** is this... Ah, my hair? How could... …"

　　Wearing pajamas, Mr. Skeins, whose face was a little pale due to a lot of blood loss, yawned and slowly walked out of the bedroom. He looked at Joe feebly, then his eyes widened suddenly.

"Oh, Joe, your hair... You should be thankful that you are not in Port Tulum. Otherwise, Mrs. and the two young ladies must be very interested and play some fresh tricks on your head!" Mr. Skeins widened. Eyes, with a playful look on Joe's long dark hair that grew out of the night, almost dragged to the floor.

　　 Mr. Si Guns, as a ‘heresy’, has seen too many weird things.

　　 He guessed that Joe must have taken two potions sent by the military, so some strange changes occurred in his body, so there is no need to make a fuss.

　　 is nothing more than long hair... He has even seen a "lucky guy" who grows a pair of dragon wings directly after taking certain secret medicines. Although that guy was quickly put on the torture frame by the Golden Oak Church, the power of that pair of dragon wings has been remembered for many years by Mr. Skeins.

Joe cursed Baku from his head and ran back to his room cursingly... After a while, Joe wore a messy short hair that looked like a dog had gnawed, and ran to Si Geng more and more frantically. Mr. Si's room.

　　 After a while, Joe finally, with the help of Lan Mujin, made his hair clean and fresh.

　　 Looking at himself in the mirror, Qiao whistled in surprise: "Wow, Hibiscus, I really can't see it, you still have this kind of craft?"

Lan Mujin inserted a delicate small dagger back into the boot shaft, and said unhurriedly: "In the army, this is a must-have work for everyone...After all, in the wild, you can't find a head shaver anywhere. "

Joe raised his eyebrows, and patted the short hair on his head with satisfaction: "It's really nice...Uh, Mr. Skeins, continue with the topic just now, let's go find something... Well, let's get a field gun, for example. , Fire a shot at Andrew's carriage on the street?"

　　 There was a faint crimson light shining in his pupils, and Qiao smiled happily: "It's like the shot I got in Port Tulum...Shall we go and send my sincere greetings to Andrew?"

　　 "We have to let him know that there are certain things that cannot be done; some money cannot be taken...especially, that is still my money."

Joe’s heart was full of resentment, and he was abruptly blackmailed...Although he had perfected his revenge on Justice Wilhelm, his hostility towards Justice Wilhelm dissipated a bit, but he was against Andrew and Magnum. The grievances are getting stronger.

　　 Mr. Sagans's face twitched, he looked out the window and decided not to answer Joe's words.

　　 is really...in the imperial capital, get a field cannon and fire a shot at a member of the ducal family?

Mr. Skeins wants to tell Joe-you are a policeman, you are a policeman who studied at the Judicial University... There are some things that you cannot do, especially in your capacity. Don’t say you do it, just do it. Shouldn't think about it!

Mr. Skeins is a bit haggard. It seems that after leaving Port Tulum, Joe’s personality has changed a bit. He is no longer like the old Joe who was lazy, awkward, and waited to die all day... He is a bit like Baku instead. The monkey head has become weird, flying and jumping away.

　　 "Or, let's get a thousand barrels of gunpowder and blow the Werner family to the sky in the castle of the imperial capital?" In Joe's mind, one after another whimsical plans kept popping up.

　　啧, the spirit of the sea is opening up, and the IQ is constantly improving. Joe's brain is getting better and better, and it's getting more and more uncontrollable.

　　 "Well, of course we can't directly use gunpowder barrels to blow up their castle... Let's rent a house near their castle, and then dig a tunnel that leads directly to their main house?"

　　 Joe tilted his head and looked at himself in the mirror, a little incoherent with excitement.

Excited, inexplicably exhilarating... Joe's blood is flowing at an accelerated rate. He has entered a state of'crimson' combat instinct. He can't wait to do something to Andrew, who he considers to be an enemy, and the family behind Andrew. what.

　　 Mr. Si Gengsi and Lan Mujin looked at each other, both of them were a little at a loss.

　　 Lan Mujin turned around bluntly, and then left Joe's room: "I'm going to ask... see how breakfast is going... Joe, is it still for ten people?"

"Twenty people!" Joe's attention was shifted to breakfast: "Well, I am inexplicably in a good mood today. I want to eat more... inform the cafeteria and give the brothers an extra meal... Hey, we are now Very rich, isn't it?"

　　 Mr. Si Gengsi pursed his lips.

　　 Joe is in a good mood of course.

　　 It's reasonable to add meals to the brothers... Now Joe, I really don't need money. Not to mention those good things that have been properly hidden and cannot be realized for the time being, just say that the gold coins and cash obtained from the Whispering Forest Club are a lot of money!

　　 "Joe..." Mr. Si Gengsi was about to say something, suddenly there was a loud noise coming from far away, and soon there was a dull crash and blow.

　　 Joe, Lan Mujin, and Mr. Si Gengsi ran to the balcony at the same time, looking in the direction where the sound came from.

The gate of No. 158, Qingsong Street opened, and the old lame man, who was left by Joe to continue to be the janitor, fell to the ground with blood on his face, and a small group of about two dozen mounted police rushed in. During the night, a team of the Blood Axe battle group that had not yet changed the guard collided.

　　 Ten blood axe fighters lined up and stood in front of the mounted police team. One soldier held a long stick and shouted, "This is private territory...get out!"

　　 The long stick flicked, and there was a muffled sound of'Woo', and the long stick hit the front hoof of a war horse hard.

　　 The horse fell to the ground, and the mounted police on the horse yelled. Before the horse fell to the ground, he jumped up from the saddle and rolled on the ground several times.

　　 ‘huh’!

　　 A mounted police rider rushed up and hit it hard with the long baton in his hand.

The soldier holding the long stick did not dodge, and the long stick stabbed forward...there was a muffled sound, the truncheon hit the soldier's shoulder, and the mounted police was also spotted on the chest by the long stick, shouting and cursing. He was stabbed from the horse by a stick.

　　 Twenty-odd mounted police immediately formed a group with ten soldiers.

　　 Several mounted police officers blew their whistle at the same time, and the sharp whistle tore the peace of the early morning.

The soldiers of the Blood Axe battle group also made a high-pitched wolf howl. In a dormitory not far away, a group of vigorous figures directly popped out of the window, and groups of three or five fighters quickly formed an assault formation. Roaring all the way and rushing over.

　　 "What's the matter with these policemen?" Joe lowered his voice, and a faint light flashed in his eyes: "What we did, missed it?"

　　 Lan Mujin shook his head severely: "No!"

　　 Mr. Si Gengsi said solemnly: "Impossible... They absolutely cannot find us so quickly... Those things are not here, and they shouldn't find here anyway!"

Qiao frowned: "It doesn't feel very good. Let's go and see... Well, wait for me to put on that outfit... Mr. Sengs, you go and stabilize the situation first. This is the Imperial City. If you kill a few Police, it's in trouble."

　　 While Joe was talking, more mounted police rushed in from the open gate, and at least two hundred mounted police screamed from the crowd of horse hooves.

　　 The horse galloped, and the baton swung wildly.

　　 Ten blood axe warriors were outnumbered. They shouted and shot down more than a dozen mounted policemen from their horses. The dense truncheons roared down and fell on them like raindrops.

　　 Just two or three times, ten soldiers vomited blood and were knocked to the ground.

　　 "Vote!"

Seeing that his companion was seriously injured, some of the soldiers of the Blood Axe rushing out of the dormitory screamed~www.ltnovel.com~ Nearly a hundred soldiers of the Blood Axe rushed forward with his right hand fiercely. Swing, accompanied by the harsh sound of wind breaking, more than twenty javelins, thirty-odd throwing axes, and dozens of throwing knives threw them towards the charging mounted police with wisps of cold light.

　　The fighters of the Blood Axe battle group are at least extraordinary first-order strength, and the weakest are thousands of pounds of strength.

　　 Javelins, throwing axes, and throwing knives were thrown by them with all their strength, and they flew hundreds of feet in an instant, enveloping the charging mounted police.

　　 In the Mounted Police team, a third-level police academy hissed and yelled: "Asshole...jump..."

　　 More than two hundred mounted policemen jumped off their horses at the same time, rolling on the ground again and again in embarrassment.

　　 ‘Puff’ sounded loudly, and the huge body of the war horse became the best meat shield. A dozen war horses were pierced by javelins, and more than 20 war horses were beaten like a sieve by throwing axes and throwing knives.

　　 Dozens of war horses wailed and fell to the ground, spurting blood and slid forward more than ten feet away.

"You are committing a crime... You attacked the police... How dare you... This is a felony... You bastards!" The third-level police academy who had just issued the order was very unlucky. When he was rolling on the ground, a throwing knife Falling from the sky undeadly, it was stuck in the fullest part of his hip muscles.

　　 The third-level police school made a horrible cry of pain. He drew his knife backhand, and blood spurted out of the wound.

　　Heavy steps sounded, and hundreds of police officers armed with various weapons lined up neatly and rushed in from the gate of No.158 Qingsong Street.

　　 More soldiers from the Blood Axe Clan, as well as the guards of the Rittal family, rushed out from the dormitory, and greeted the invading police.