Book of Gods and Demons

　　 The Rittal subordinates stopped Myers and his entourage.

　　 "You can't pass through here." The leader of a Rittal guard grabbed the mouth of Myers' mount.

　　 Joe raised the baton in his hand, preparing to draw Yanan's head.

　　 He turned his head and looked at Myers two hundred feet away.

　　 Red hair, red eyes, delicate mustache, neat and decent tuxedo with top material, wearing a round hat and white silk gloves on his hands. This suit is very demeanor of the gentlemen of the Ice Sea Kingdom.

　　 "You should ride a carriage, not a horse." Joe curled his lips.

　　 Tuxedo, round top hat, this kind of costume is suitable for attending a serious cocktail party, not suitable for riding a horse.

　　 rushed over in such a neat dress and pierced in to stop Joe from doing things. Joe's first impression of this Myers was terrible.

　　 Taking a deep breath, Joe decided to ignore this Myers. He shook his shoulders vigorously, his right arm swelled a little, he looked at Yanan, whose face was covered with cold sweat and tears, and grinned.

　　 He was about to wave his baton, and the guard leader who stopped Mels suddenly snorted, staggered back a dozen steps, and knocked down several Rittal guards standing behind him.

　　 Joe's face turned gloomy, he straightened up, put down his baton, and looked at Myers.

Myers just gave the head of the guard a kick, just kicking it in his heart. I didn't expect that Myers would make a sudden move. The head of the guard took a strong kick. When he stopped, he'poofed' With a sound, he spit out blood.

　　 "Joe Rong Witto...what do you want to do?" Myers rushed forward two steps, and then reluctantly stopped the mount again.

　　 On the road, on the side of the road, and on the roof of the mansion that was captured just now, verbal abuse was everywhere. Hundreds of Rittal armed sailors raised their long spears and short blunderbuss, all aimed at Mels.

　　 Myers glanced deeply at these armed sailors, and yelled at Joe.

　　 And the dozen or so followers behind him, all with cold smiles, jumped off their mounts one after another, pressing their palms on the saber at the waist.

"Master Qiao, don't cause trouble to the Rittal family." Myers jumped off the mount lightly, and gently touched the delicate moustache on the upper lip with the index finger of his right hand, with a hint of aristocratic arrogance, Xiang Qiao Qing He shook his index finger lightly.

　　 "This Ananda is indeed a diplomat of the Kingdom of Saint Xia." Myers sneered: "You are doing an extremely dangerous thing. You will make the entire Rittal family pay the price."

Joe stepped on Yanan's chest. He looked at Mels and said solemnly: "I'm catching a thief. I don't know what **** diplomat. Well, the Foreign Affairs Office of the Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs in Tulum? Director of the first room?"

　　 Joe remembered, he was a little impressed.

　　 Hessian and his old friends sometimes talk about the various forces in Tulum Port when they have private receptions.

　　 The Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Empire is stationed in the Foreign Affairs Office of Tulum Port. This is an extremely detached department. In terms of the division of powers, he has no connection with the various departments of Tulum Port City Hall.

　　 But once the Foreign Affairs Office issues an official letter, all the subordinate departments of the Tulum Port City Hall must unconditionally cooperate with them. In other words, the Foreign Affairs Office has no actual power, and it has enough power to influence the entire Port of Tulum.

　　 Even the officials of the Foreign Affairs Department, they don't have much communication with the upper circles of Tulum Harbor.

　　 More than 90% of these guys come from the imperial capital and belong to the noble circle at the top of the imperial capital. In Tulum Harbor, the busiest thing they do every day is to attend banquets, receptions, dances, or other gatherings at the various consulates.

　　 Myers stretched out his hand and pressed it on the shoulders of the two Rittal guards who were blocking the road. With a gentle force on the left and right, they forcibly pushed them aside. Two guards who had already opened up a sea of ​​power and energy, with good strength, were actually pushed lightly by him, and staggered back several steps.

　　 The subordinates of the Rittal clan who were present, subconsciously squeezed their fingers on the trigger.

"I am the Earl of the Empire." Myers is about six feet three inches tall, much taller than the Rittal guards present. He crossed the crowd and looked at Joe with a smile: "No matter what name you are doing, What matter, shooting the imperial nobles will surely hurt your family."

　　 "Let him in." Joe exhaled heavily.

　　 Even if his heart is full of anger, Joe still maintains the rare clarity and reason.

　　 Myers did not have the slightest fear or fear, as if walking in the reception hall, gracefully walked in front of Joe. He took off the silk glove on his right hand and reached out to Joe.

Joe gave a dry cough and hung the baton on his belt. Then, his two fat hands rubbed a handful of his wet hair, and he held Meles's white and tender palms hard. It shook a few times.

　　 "You guys came in time." Joe was sweaty, and his wet, greasy palm clasped Myers' hand tightly.

　　 Myers' skin twitched violently, his palms slammed hard, and with a light bang, he forcibly pulled his palms out of Joe's fat hand like a flexible fish.

　　 Joe's palm felt a fierce sting, and he couldn't help looking at Myers in amazement.

　　 This tall, white-faced man, he has a lot of strength in his hands.

　　 Just got kicked by Myers, the guard leader who staggered back more than a dozen steps coughed. He patted a leather knife belt obliquely tied on his chest, and drew a longer and heavier throwing dagger from it.

　　 Myers’ foot kicked the dagger clearly with the toe, and the dagger made of stainless steel was obviously bent down.

　　 Joe saw the movement of the leader of the guard and knew it was a reminder to himself.

　　 Myers has such strength in any kick, this guy is not as harmless as his appearance.

"After the murder of Zhongqiu, I have been paying attention to the wind and grass near the Kumquat Hills." Myers took out a white long-staple cotton handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his right hand vigorously, and then handed the handkerchief to the one who followed him. Entourage.

Putting on his gloves again, Myers looked down at Yanan, whose limbs were weirdly twisted and his face was full of sweat and tears, and said coldly: "This is a sacred duty assigned to me by the empire. I must ensure that diplomats from all countries are in Tulum Port. Safety. Whether it is personal safety or their personal dignity, I must ensure that this is not violated in any way."

Myers stretched out his right hand and tapped his finger lightly on Joe’s chest three times: “And you, Joe Jung Witto, the third-level sergeant of the Tulum Port Police Department, what are you doing? Look at you. what are you doing?"

　　 Yanan, who was lying on the ground, took a quick breath, Joe's big feet stepped on his chest, and his breathing became rapid.

　　 "Your Excellency Myers, they ignored the "Public Diplomacy Act" and brazenly broke into my private house and killed my subordinates for no reason. They all have the official diplomatic status of Saint Xia."

　　 "In this regard, I will ask the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Durham Empire..."

　　 Yanan couldn't finish what he said, because Joe's big feet slammed on his face. The thick-soled cowhide boots inlaid with steel sheets crushed his face and blocked his mouth.

　　 "You want to ensure his safety? So, who will ensure the safety of our Tulum port citizens?" Joe lowered his head and looked down at Myers, who was a long shorter than himself: "He sent someone to shell me in the street!"

　　 "Evidence!" Myers raised his head without flinching, staring at Joe like a knife: "Evidence! Third-level police officer Joe! Evidence!"

　　 Joe was silent.

　　 Evidence of shit.

　　 What evidence can he have?

　　 Can he say that he has awakened a certain kind of ‘miracle’ called ‘Crimson’. Did he follow the trail of killing intent remaining in the air based on the magical power of the ‘Crimson Eye’?

　　 These words can't become evidence.

　　 Myers laughed, but in his red eyes, there was a fierce flame: "No evidence? Third-level Sergeant Joe, do you know the consequences of this?"

Myers shook his head and said: "I can tell you clearly, even if you have evidence that Mr. Yanan planned a personal attack on you, he can only be extradited back to the Kingdom of Saint Xia and accept the laws of the Kingdom of Saint Xia. Trial."

"And you, on the premise of no evidence, brazenly attacked a country's diplomats... No matter his position is high or low... As long as my report is sent back to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, such a vicious incident will directly lead to it. Her Majesty’s concern. All diplomatic disputes caused by this will be fully borne by the Rittal family."

　　 Joe took out the red cover certificate of the special investigation team.

　　 "It's useless!" Myers picked up his chin: "This is your special investigation certificate issued by the Port of Tulum. It does not have any binding power on our Foreign Affairs Department."

　　 Joe turned over his ID, and showed the scarlet seal of the Office of Supervision on the first page.

Myers was silent for a while, and then ~www.ltnovel.com~ he grinned and said, "The Ombudsman, it's a bit tricky...but you have no evidence, you don't have any evidence. And even if it is the Ombudsman, they will never destroy it. "Public Diplomacy Law"!"

Myers smiled brightly: "Remember the existence basis of the Office of Supervision? Defend all laws and regulations to the death! And the "Diplomatic Public Law" is also within the scope of their defense. Anyway, you hurt Your Excellency Yanan, you Killed his entourage."

Myers patted Joe on the chest gently, and said gently: "So, please let go of Your Excellency Yanan, and then sincerely apologize to him, and finally, be mentally prepared for all the bad consequences. Third-level police Shi Qiao, do you understand me?"

　　 Joe pondered for a while.

　　 He looked down at Yanan who was lying on the ground, and then at Mels standing in front of him, then raised his head and looked at the dozen or so attendants of the Foreign Affairs Office standing behind Mels.

　　 In Joe's eyes, a crimson glow flickered.

　　 Myers suddenly felt cold, he gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Joe, what do you want to do?"

　　 "He planned an attack on me... He even planned an attack on my mother and sister." Qiao Shen said: "Shit, "Diplomatic Public Law", no one can threaten my family and stay alive."

　　 "Even if he is a diplomat?"

　　 As soon as Joe's right leg was exerted, Yanan's cheek bones cracked clearly.

　　 With a loud bang, Myers hit Joe’s stomach with a punch. Qiao only felt severe pain in his stomach, and he flew back like a cloud and fog.

　　 Myers punched Joe, who was more than three times bigger than himself, and easily knocked him nearly a hundred feet away!

'Wow'!

When 　　 Joe flew back twenty feet or so, he had already vomited blood.