Book of Gods and Demons

Joe was in a good mood.

Although he couldn't catch the Marquis of Seaac immediately, it made him a little depressed... But he believed that the old fellow Seaac could not escape his palm, so this depression soon disappeared.

Although he was hit by the "Imperial Chronicles" of elementary education... But Joe is always open to his academic performance. He never feels bad about his lack of culture...

Therefore, after using a golden mark to ask the owner of the newsstand on the roadside about the "Tomahawk Restaurant", Joe, who became inexplicably cheerful, almost hummed a small tune all the way to the door of the restaurant.

Then, with a stern face, the waiter who seemed to owe him a thousand gold marks coldly refused Joe's entry.

Pretending to flip through the guest reservation roster on the small high table in front of him, the messenger rolled his eyes to Joe, and quickly scanned the epaulettes on his shoulders: "Sorry, officer, no reservations, we will not accept... Also, you know we Is the minimum per capita consumption standard for Tomahawk restaurants?"

The waiter showed a greasy smile to Joe, then the corner of his mouth curled downwards, his right index finger flicked three times in front of him, and then he pointed aside nonchalantly.

Joe's mood collapsed suddenly.

The sailors of the Rittal family came from the north and the south, and Joe followed them to learn a lot of cursing dialects, slang, and various vulgar and insulting gestures... This action of the waiter, if Joe is not mistaken, is the central part of the Durham Empire, used to A gesture of driving away a beggar.

The meaning of this action is probably-poor ghost, go to death, don't bring bad luck in front of my door!

Joe squeezed the waiter by the neck and lifted him up, slapped the heavy glass door open with an extremely rude slap, and gently threw the waiter on the ground, yelling loudly.

Then, he heard the command from Carbon.

Break his limbs?

Find a pit with water and throw him in?

Joe grinned loudly—Sure enough, the local customs are very different. Here in Ruhr, do you like to take people to fill the pits?

"This job is a bit rough." Joe grinned and squinted at Carben: "The water in the mine may dry up, and the body may be found. Even if the police are bought out, it may be reversed... This is a bit rough."

Shaking his head, Joe laughed loudly: "I think if you want to annihilate the evidence, you should put it in a beer barrel, fill it with volcanic ash cement, and then throw it into the bottomless trench... It's clean and thorough, and there will be no future trouble!"

In the Tomahawk restaurant, the gentlemen held their breaths, one by one nervous and with a strange excitement, all of their eyes focused on the card itself.

These words of Joe are undoubtedly the most direct provocation to Your Excellency Carben!

As for the young ladies and ladies, their slender bodies swayed slightly, shaking with excitement. They looked at Carben for a while, and Joe for a while, eagerly looking forward to what happened next.

Carbon really heard what Joe said.

With a sullen face, he slowly turned around and squinted at Joe who was smiling: "Rough? This evaluation, this is the first time I have heard of this evaluation... First class lieutenant? Ha, I suspect, you guys. A gangster who pretends to be a policeman."

Carbon shook his head and curled his lips: "Break his bones, and then hang himself at the door of the old city hall."

Carbon smiled cruelly.

What's the ruin? What annihilation evidence?

He has never bothered to do this kind of thing.

A foreigner with a strong southern accent dared to provoke face-to-face on the territory of His Excellency Carben, then just kill him... Just put a big check into the greedy fat man, just to use the other end to die. Fatty out of breath!

The guards who followed Carben walked towards Joe calmly.

A man with a beard-faced face and a height of nearly seven feet muttered in a very deterrent low voice: "Police officer, let's go out and talk? Every dish in the Tomahawk restaurant is expensive. Breaking even one dish is A big loss."

The big man walked in front of Joe, stretched out his hand and pushed **** Joe's chest: "Also, let's not alarm you nobles..."

‘Boom’!

The big man tried his best to shove Joe's chest with a palm.

Carbon's order was to break the bones of Joe's body, so the slap of the big man showed no mercy.

His palm fell firmly, and everyone in the Tomahawk restaurant heard the muffled noise.

Joe's body didn't move.

He took out a cigar and held it at the corner of his mouth, and took out a box of matches. Then he looked down at the big man who was half a head shorter than himself, and said coldly: "What? Didn't you have enough? Or, go back and look for it. Your mother, take two mouthfuls of milk to replenish your body again?"

As soon as Joe finished speaking, Billy and a few chubby policemen standing outside the door couldn't help laughing "quack".

The laughter of Billy and others made Carben's face extremely ugly, and he murmured, "Baru!"

The bearded man Baru's writing skin suddenly turned red, he roared, put his hands on Joe's chest, and then pushed forward with all his strength.

'laugh'!

Joe struck a match and slowly lit himself a cigar. He shook the matchstick, flicked his finger, and bounced the matchstick into Baru's face. Taking a deep breath and exhaling two thick smoke from his nostrils, Qiao solemnly said: "Are you massaging me?"

In the restaurant, a group of gentlemen and ladies closed their mouths and looked at Joe strangely.

Carbon's face gradually turned red, he gritted his teeth, staring fiercely at Baru's back without saying a word.

Baru's face was flushed red, he gritted his teeth and roared in a deep, cold sweat on his forehead, his arms bulged with blue veins, and he pushed against Joe's chest with all his strength.

Joe still doesn't move!

Baru's face became distorted and panicked... He raised his head suddenly, and the blue veins on his forehead were beating violently, and he made a high-pitched wolf howling up to the sky, and his body suddenly turned into a translucent shadow form.

Facing Baru's physical abnormality, most of the guests in the restaurant exclaimed at the same time. Obviously, they had never seen such a vision-how could the body of a big living person become transparent?

Baru gasped, his arms squeezed out even the strength of the milk, and he clenched his fists and slammed Joe's chest heavily.

Joe crossed his left arm, his sturdy arm blocking Baru's fist.

With a muffled noise, the floor under Joe's feet cracked, and the entire Tomahawk restaurant shook slightly.

Amid the screams of many young ladies and ladies, Joe, who was fat and bloated, lifted his right leg and put a foot on Baru's chest with a dexterity that was completely incompatible with his body.

There was a loud noise, like the roar of heavy artillery.

Baru spit out blood and slammed straight into the gray-faced Carbon.

Kaben leaned over his body abruptly, and Baru flew past his body.

The Tomahawk restaurant shook again, Baru hit the wall of the restaurant, dozens of decorative porcelain plates hanging on the wall fell one after another, falling to the ground and smashed to pieces.

Old Sil let out a desperate whine, rolled his eyes and fainted.

These porcelain plates hung on the walls are family heirlooms handed down by his ancestors. They have a history of at least two hundred years. Moreover, all the porcelain plates are artworks from the East, and they are not inferior goods copied from the Durham Empire!

Each of these porcelain plates can be exchanged for a small villa on the outskirts of Ruhr City!

It's all ruined now!

All ruined!

The guests in the restaurant all knew the value of these porcelain plates. The gentlemen stared wide-eyed, calculating the price of these porcelain plates quickly in their hearts, and then all showed heartache.

As for the ladies and the ladies, they again broke out a wave of more high-pitched screams, and the restaurant became more and more noisy.

"Kill him!" Carben gave a new order again with a gloomy face. At the same time, Carben took Cafu and quickly walked towards the back door of the Tomahawk restaurant.

Baru is the confidant of the Bucher family who has spent a lot of money to train. He has an extraordinary Tier 5 strength and has completely absorbed a whole swamp shadow wolf potion. Its strength exceeds one million pounds. Even in the army, it is a real deal. The top powerhouse.

Such a good player was badly injured by Joe.

Carben knows the truth of ‘a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall’. Facing the unpredictable Joe, Carben quickly made a decision to let his guards stop him, evacuate himself from the danger, and retaliate cruelly afterwards.

With the power of the Butcher family in Ruhr, he has a thousand ways to make Joe die miserable. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The several guards around Kaben are all comparable in strength to Baru. They all take the Swamp Shadow Wolf Potion, possess extraordinary Tier 5 strength, and their strength is in the order of a million pounds.

The long roar of wolves was endless, and the bodies of several guards became translucent at the same time. They bent their waists slightly, bringing a hazy afterimage to Qiao Fei and attacked and killed them.

Joe took two steps back quickly. He looked at Carben who strode to the back door of the restaurant and said solemnly: "Mujin, stop him!"

There was a slight breaking wind.

A nearly transparent shadow rushed out beside Carben.

Cafu, who was closely following Kaben, let out a sharp howl, and he had a chic dagger in his hand, which suddenly turned into a blue hibiscus that flashed abruptly with cold light.

The cold light flickered, a few sparks sputtered, Cafu snorted, and the short sword in his hand fell to the ground. At the same time, several bone-deep wounds on his arm and body spewed large amounts of blood.

Lan Mujin stood almost firmly against Kaben's back, gently squeezing the blade with his right hand, and the blade was firmly attached to the aorta of Kaben's neck...His arm was slightly hardened, and the knife slightly cut through the neck of Kaben's neck. Youpi murmured at the same time: "Don't move... if you move, you will die."

Carbon's face was twitched.

Several guards who had attacked Joe turned at the same time and yelled at Lan Mujin who was holding Carben.

Carben let out a sigh of relief, and looked at Joe pretendingly: "This police officer, we must have some misunderstanding... I'm Carben Jon Boucher from the Butcher family in Ruhr City... ...As an imperial police officer, you..."

Joe didn't give Carben a chance to finish speaking at all.

Hearing Carben’s self-reported identity, Joe’s eyes suddenly lit up: "Carbon Jon Bucher? Ha... I announced that you were kidnapped by me... Hey, how much do you think you are worth?"