Book of Gods and Demons

　　 On the night of the 17th, the Navy Club.

When the special investigation team was established, in the chaotic conference hall, this guy named Yanan Don San Frando was wearing a humble coat like a typical low-level person. Standing in the corner of the conference hall, there were weak protests and appeals.

　　 The Consulate General of the Kingdom of Saint Xia in Tulum Port was wiped out. Yanan claimed to be a minor employee of the consulate general and temporarily acted as plenipotentiary representative. He filed a complaint with the Durham Empire to protest atrocities and apply for compensation.

　　 is such a humble and humble little person who claims to be Saint Xia's special envoy?

　　 Moreover, he did not hesitate to instigate another attack on Joe.

　　The method used is still so violent-on the street, a 100-cent Army field gun was used to fire a shotgun at Joe.

　　 is different from the navy.

　　 The Navy pays attention to the giant cannon of the giant ship, relying on the large ship as the launch platform, the caliber of the naval gun of the Navy far exceeds that of the army field gun.

　　 One hundred centimetre field artillery, placed in the Durham Imperial Army, is already the largest type of conventional artillery that can appear on the battlefield. This field gun is mainly used to bombard important enemy strongholds, such as small castles.

　　 used to bombard a person!

　　Qiao's anger rushed into his forehead, and his malice grew. He raised his foot to Yanan's belly and stepped on it.

　　 Yanan let out a high-pitched cry of pain, his face turned pale with pain, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

　　 He held his belly with both hands, his body twitched, and he raised his head to look at Joe with difficulty: "I ask, in accordance with the "Public Diplomacy Law", you must..."

　　 "The Public Law of Diplomacy?" Joe raised his baton and struck it on Yanan's right hand. A terrible fracture sounded, and Yanan's right forearm suddenly bends 90 degrees.

　　 His palms were getting blood quickly, and within a short breath, a blue lumps appeared under the skin of his palms.

In the yard behind Qiao, a middle-aged man in a navy uniform saw the fighting subsided. He turned around again and walked to the door of his house. He said seriously to Qiao: "This police officer, according to the "Diplomatic Law"... "

　　 Joe turned his head abruptly, his brain a little hot with an uncontrollable anger.

He waved the heavy baton in his hand and whispered at the middle-aged man: "I don't care who you are, I don't care what status you have in the Binghai Kingdom Consulate. Go back to your den, or I will kill you. Chop it up and go fishing for sharks!"

　　 Dozens of Rittal’s guards aimed at the middle-aged man at the same time.

　　 has always behaved quite gentlemanly, even a somewhat deliberately pretentious middle-aged man's face suddenly turned pale, he raised his hands high, and slightly raised his chin in helplessness.

　　 "Well, okay, the benevolent Muteste is here...I hope you can understand what you are doing. You are making mistakes..."

　　 ‘boom, boom’!

　　 Joe snatched the short guns of the guards around him and fired two shots in a row. Before the middle-aged man's left and right toes, he blasted out two pits the size of a bowl.

　　 "My marksmanship is very bad, the next shot, I think, I will miss the target!" Joe stuffed the short gun back to the guard, and snatched another double-barreled gun full of ammunition.

　　 The middle-aged man turned and left without saying a word. Obviously, his heart was full of anger, so when he walked, his right crutches hit the ground heavily, making a dull sound of ‘bang bang’.

　　 Joe raised his hand, and ‘boom boom’ was fired with two more shots.

One shot hit the crutch in the middle-aged man’s hand, and the crutch made of ebony wood exploded into two pieces; the other shot, and indeed missed the target, Joe actually blasted the middle-aged man’s small building with one shot, and blasted the stick on the door frame. A street lamp was shattered.

Joe twisted the short guns around his fingers and said loudly with a volume that a middle-aged man could hear: "Be prepared for the dead ghost. If someone reports that someone shoots in his yard, let the dead ghost go to black jail. ... prepare more eyewitnesses to prove that it was the gun shot for the dead ghost!"

　　 The guards of the Rittal family blew their whistle and gloated at the middle-aged man whose face turned greenish because of fear or anger.

　　 Let go of the nosy Ice Sea Kingdom officer, Joe handed Duan Gun back to the guard, turned around and smiled at Yanan.

　　 "If only shelling at me, I would not be too angry."

　　 "But you, not only want to kill me, your people, you also attack Tifa, your people, you also ran to the mid-levels and attacked my dear mother."

"Ah, Tifa is an extremely violent guy. I don't think the people you sent out know this. I can hardly imagine what they have become now. But Liya, my dear mother, she is so gentle , So beautiful, so cute, and so harmless!"

　　 Joe picked up his baton, and amid Yanan's hoarse scream, he brazenly smashed Yanan's left forearm and two calves in public.

　　 Yanan was so painful that her body twitched violently, her eyes were turned over, and she was about to faint.

　　 A sailor squatted down. He took out a handful of mixed tobacco froth, lit it, and blew thick smoke into Yanan's nostrils. The pungent tobacco smell made Yanan cough violently. His eyes were bloodshot and he was forcibly pulled back from the edge of fainting.

　　 "It's not me, it's not me!" Yanan no longer had the invisible arrogance that was just now.

　　The so-called statement that he would not say a word before seeing the plenipotentiary minister of the Kingdom of Saint Xia in the Durham Empire, now it is completely a joke.

　　 Limbs were shattered by violence, Yanan couldn't help shed tears, and saliva oozes from the corners of his mouth. He cried in a low voice: "I did nothing, I did nothing... what shelling? What assassination? I don't know, it has nothing to do with me!"

　　 "I didn't deal with Tifa or Liya."

　　 "It's not me, it's not me... I'm just a small person with little power..."

　　 Joe raised his baton and broke one of Yanan's thigh bones.

　　 Little man with little power?

　　 The great Mu Zaishang, in Tulum Port, as a foreigner, he can get a 100-cent army field gun. You say you are a little man with little power?

　　 Are you coaxing ghosts?

　　 Joe has fire in his heart, so his hands are merciless.

　　 Yanan again let out a hoarse howl, he twitched, and yelled at Joe hiss: "Be a man, for the sake of the benevolent Muteste, be like a man, why are you so cruel?"

　　 "In front of so many people, in front of so many diplomats from various countries, you violently murdered the diplomats of the Kingdom of Saint Xia!"

"Even if you ignore the "Public Diplomacy Law", please respect the "Medland Noble Convention". I am a direct member of the Saint Frando family of the Kingdom of Saint Xia. I have the title of a baron of the kingdom. I deserve the nobility. Treatment!"

Joe shook his head. He looked down at Yanan, who was convulsed, his clothes were messy, and his pants had been soaked in the smelly liquid, and he snorted coldly: "Last night, hundreds of people in the Royal Navy Club of Tulum Port testified for me. , You are just a small employee of the Consulate General of the Kingdom of Saint Xia in Port Tulum."

　　 "You are just a small person."

　　 "The "Public Diplomacy Law" cannot protect you, a nameless and humble little person, the "Medland Nobility Convention", why protect you such a **** bitch?"

　　 Yanan opened her mouth wide, panting violently.

　　 Joe put the baton directly into Yanan's mouth, almost directly into his throat.

　　 Yanan's breathing became extremely difficult, his face flushed rapidly, and his eyes began to congestion. He wanted to struggle, but all his limbs were violently interrupted by Joe, and he was unable to struggle at all.

　　 "Tell me why you shelled me. Tell me all the causes and consequences, you can get timely treatment."

Qiao looked at Yanan with a sullen face: "I don't have the time to talk with a idiot like you, I have dozens of voices, don't you speak, do you see those two 35-cent cuties? I will let them in between. One, gently enter your body, and then make a bang..."

　　 "Will you be from the front or from the back?" At this moment, Joe smiled like a ghost.

"I only have dozens of voices, distinguished noble diplomat... After ten voices, you will enjoy the most creative death penalty in Medland's history. I was anxious to visit my sister, and I remembered to visit mine. Mom, so, I don’t have time to play with you, do you understand?"

Qiao suddenly lowered his voice and stared fiercely at Yanan, who was red-faced: "I believe you are a nobleman. I believe you are the special envoy of Saint Xia, UU reading www.uukanshu.com but what's the point? I can find ten thousand people to prove that I don't know your identity... You were stubbornly resisted when I arrested you, and then you were shot to death!"

　　 "I can find 10,000 witnesses, and you...you have no help!"

　　 Joe waved his hand.

　　 Those Saint Xias who were captured at the same time as Yanan, before they even had time to scream, they were wiped off their necks by these experienced, familiar, and cruel sailors.

　　 The blood soaked the earth.

　　 Yanan's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle, and he looked at Joe with an incredulous expression on his face.

　　 He finally understood that Joe was different from everyone he had encountered in the past, this guy... is actually crazy!

"Respect, Mr. Joe." As soon as Joe pulled the baton out, Yanan panted, and said to Joe in a very calm and powerful tone without the crying and panic before: "Behind me is the Kingdom of Saint Xia! The entire Medland, the only powerful kingdom qualified to be named'Holy'!"

　　 "You're dead!" Joe looked at Yanan who had suddenly returned to normal, and raised his baton in melancholy.

　　 "You are dead." Joe gritted his teeth and was about to beat Yanan on the head with all his strength. The sound of rushing horses hooves came over, and a team of dozens of fast horses rushed along the street.

"In the name of the empire." A handsome young man with two exquisite beards rushed to the front. While riding wildly, he shouted loudly: "I am the Foreign Affairs Office of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Durham Empire in Tulum Port. The director of the first room, Mels von Dolenborg."

　　 "Sergeant Joe, Level 3, I order you to release all Saint Xia diplomats."

　　 "Your actions have severely damaged the laws of the empire and caused great damage to the interests of the empire!"