Book of Gods and Demons

Joe frantically spit out the worst and dirtiest slang of Tulum Harbor, and he walked out of the branch office building, flustered and exasperated.

He was disgusted.

He thought that Yankel was a good person, and he even wanted to give Yankel a little benefit.

The result?

He was disgusted!

Being forced by unfathomable mystery to come to Imperial Capital Judicial University to do the so-called transfer student training, it has already made Qiao extremely uncomfortable.

As soon as I arrived at Imperial Capital, he was welcomed not by fine wine and food, but by four hot lead bullets!

lacking hatred and enmity, Matthew, who has never known each other, welcomes him with four-shot enthusiasm!

Yankel knew there was someone behind Matthew, but he didn’t let Belfin and the others, like a group of crazy old dogs, rushed to him for a hysterical and unreasonable bite!

Matthew is a top student!

Matthew is a good child!

Matthew has a bright future!

So Matthew shot and killed, he must have been wronged?

Yankel allowed Belfin to slobber at himself, and a few respectable college teachers spit at himself, but he didn’t even dissuade him or even mean to be fair!

“This is Imperial Capital?” Joe looked back at the branch office building.

A large group of policemen came out from the front entrance of the building. Some people were flustered and exasperated and pointed at Joes entire group, while some worriedly watched as a main load-bearing pillar was interrupted and the outer wall was cracked. A building where the roof tiles keep falling.

“This is Imperial Capital.” Marcos stood behind Joe and said in a low, muffled voice: “After I retired, I came to Imperial Capital for a period of time…it was difficult, so I still I took my brothers to Ruhr City.”

“In Imperial Capital, you can feel that there are big invisible nets, hiding the sky and covering the earth. Even you He is a world-famous guy, sometimes I cant do it here…” Marcos sighed: “I brought that many guys and I almost starved to death here. Who can believe it?”

” Ha!” Joe laughed, patted Marcos’s arm: “Marcos, you are a good…”

The word’good guy’ hasn’t been finished yet, Joe just feels that countless line of sight has fallen. On himself, he looked back subconsciously, and then he stared wide-eyed in amazement, and took two steps back inexplicably.

Imperial Capital Police Station Imperial Capital South Station Branch is located at the northwest corner of the square in front of Imperial Capital South Station.

At this moment, in the square in front of the branch office, densely packed at least seven or eight thousand men, women, and children in weird clothes.

These people…I cant say that they were born ugly, but they do give people a strange and weird look. They always make people feel that they are like some mutant trees and vines, crooked and crooked. Yes, there is a sense of awkwardness all over the body.

Their clothes…

Some men’s clothes look like women’s long skirts.

Some women’s clothes look like men’s trousers.

Some people have their upper bodies naked.

Some people show their lower body.

Some people have multi-colored ropes wrapped around their bodies.

Some people are covered with jewelry that’ding ding dong dong’ rattles with the wind.

Joe roughly judged that there are seven or eight thousand people here?

But in fact, Joes estimation is definitely wrong, because among these people, many women, whether they are young women, a little older middle-aged women, or gray-haired old ladies, all carry Holding, holding, and hanging one by one young children, ranging in age from a few months to 2-3 years old.

Qiao noticed that there were at least five or six children holding and carrying on a few burly middle-aged women!

What an amazing’superpower’ this is!

So this densely packed group of people, you can say that they have seven to eight thousand people, but if you count those children, maybe they have ten thousand? Twenty thousand people?

Who knows! ! !

They sit or stand, or squat on the square, like a group of silent old morks waiting to feed, quietly gathering in front of the office building of the branch bureau.

Seeing that Joes entire group came out, these people slowly stood up, step by step, gradually showing a weird and stubborn smile on their faces, step by step, like a walking corpse, Surrounded the entire group to Joe.

The bodyguards of Vito’s family, the soldiers of the blood axe battle group, they quickly lined up behind Joe and on the left and right sides.

A flintlock was raised, the heavy sword and the light sword flickered the cold light, and several heavy shield fighters lifted the heavy metal shield, and then smashed the shield heavily on the ground , Made a dull loud noise.

An intermediate leader of the blood axe battle group stepped forward, holding a sawtooth short blade in each hand, and shouted sharply: “Stop! Are you who?”

“Portusese!” Mr. Skins murmured beside Joe: “Young Master, we are in trouble.”

“Portusians!” Joe stared wide-eyed.

Joe has heard of the Portusese from many folktales and folklore. He even cursed Longinus of St. Hilds Cathedral, saying that his mother was a Portusse woman!

But to be honest, this is the first time in Joe’s life that he has come into contact with the Potusians so close.

This is not just one or two, but thousands, tens of thousands of Portusians!

The Portusians who came up on three sides stopped, like a group of timid prairie hyenas, they stared at the hands of Joe’s subordinates with cowardly, frightened, but extremely greedy eyes. Sophisticated weapons.

Behind the entire group of Joe, the policemen of the sub-station took pleasure in other people’s misfortune and glanced over here, and then most of the policemen disappeared silently, leaving only one More than a dozen mounted policemen leaned on their mounts and looked at this side laughingly.

One is not tall, his skin is red, and he wears a cheap, crude bronze crown. He wears one that was probably picked up from the garbage dump. After stitching, he barely repaired it. The expensive patriarch robe, the wretched-looking, greasy middle-aged man walked out of the crowd.

The middle-aged man tried his best to put on a noble style, but whether it was the bronze crown on his head, the expensive patriarch robe covered with patches on his body, or the pair of two torn under his feet The high boots with each hole really have nothing to do with the nobility.

On the contrary, because of his wretched looks and greasy temperament, the middle-aged man makes people laugh inexplicably.

“I am the king of the great lion-tail tribe. My name is Stuart IX… You can call me the wise Stuart IX Your Majesty.” middle-aged man walks When he arrived only twenty feet away from Joe, he raised his chin proudly.

Joe didn’t say a word, he looked around.

Lan Mujin is motionless, Mr. Skins is lightly coughed, lightly patted squatting in Baku above his head, waving a thin walking stick and walking out slowly.

Mr. Skins bowed slightly to Stuart IX: “Then, respected Mr. Stuart IX…”

“Call me King Your Majesty.” Stuart IX interrupted Mr. Skins and emphasized his identity.

Mr. Skins was helplessly nodded: “Then, King Your Majesty, why did you take your subjects and block our way?”

Stuart IX Deep Deeply sighed, he stared at Mr. Skins pretendingly for a while, and then nodded: “We are here for justice!”

“Justice?” Mr. Skins stared wide-eyed: ” We don’t seem to have any friendship, or do we have any connections?”

Stuart IX beckoned behind him.

A group of ragged, stubby-headed men squeezed out from the crowd. They came to Stuart IX and rolled the burlap they were carrying. On the ground.

These men opened the burlap, and dozens of cold child corpses appeared in front of Joe.

Mr. Skins took a step back abruptly, and he cursed loudly: “What the hell is that?”

Stuart IX squeezed his eyes vigorously. He tried to squeeze out a few tears, but his efforts were obviously in vain.

So he raised his right hand and wiped his fingers fiercely on his eyelids.

A faint smell of ginger floated out of the air, and King Stuart IX’s eyes quickly reddened, and then two lines of tears rolled down. He pursed his mouth and put on a pair of forbearing grief After stepping back a few steps, he stretched his finger to the child’s body lined up.

“Did you forget this? Did you forget this?”

“This morning, just this morning, about three hours ago, these were originally lively Lovely child, they just want to beg a few coppers for buying bread from the rich Lord!”

“You beat them cruelly, you so many burly and powerful adults, shameless They beat them brutally!”

“They vomited blood and became bedridden after returning, and then…they died!”

Stuya King Te IX looked up at the sky with’grief and indignation’, and then cried out hoarse: “Mute Muteste, why is there such a tragedy in the world? Why is there such a cruel and ruthless person?”

“I The child…”

Hundreds of evil-faced Old Lady rushed out of the crowd. They knelt on the ground at the same time, moved towards Joe entire group, kowtow and cried: “Our child…we The little grandson of oh…you have died miserably!”

Joe’s mind was blank. He looked at these people blankly, not knowing what to do.

Even in the port of Tulum, when he was fighting on the street with the dudes headed by the Wells family, Joe had never encountered such a thing.

Although the dudes of the Wells family are Joes opponents, Joe must admit that at least they are all real men. Like Joe, they advocate the use of military force to solve problems.

A group of old ladies who look dying and may fall to the ground at any time rushed up and cried and kowtow. What is this?

What is this?

“Joe, these children are not the children who surrounded us asking for money in the morning.” Lan Mujin whispered, “Moreover, these children have been dead for at least three days… Some of them were Violent beatings led to death, but some of them were obviously sick and dead!” Lan Mujin’s eyes were extremely sharp, and he could see the truth about the dozen dead children at a glance.

Stuart IX laughed and walked up to Mr. Skins. He lowered his voice and said softly: “The matter is resolved…hundred thousand golden marks, how about it?”

Mr. Skins slowly said: “So, you are blackmailing us?”

Stuttgart IX Slightly smiled, he lowered his head and spit on Mr. Skins’ boots.

“Yes, I blackmail you, what can you do?”