Book of Gods and Demons

　　 "It's hard to see the embarrassing appearance of'Crimson'. It's an honor to see it this time."

　　 is like a parrot fish gnawing on the coral, with sharp and thin voices echoing in his mind, and Laplace has a strong malicious spit, abruptly awakening Joe from his coma.

　　 shook his numb, stiff head vigorously, and the dizzy Joe finally remembered what happened just now.

　　 Myers'kidnapped' himself, used himself to force the subordinates of the Ritto family back, and escaped with Yanan smoothly.

　　 On the way, Myers stunned Joe with a punch.

　　 This punch was too hard, and now Joe's brain is a little bit painful.

　　 It should be a concussion. Joe felt groggy near his forehead, very heavy, and a little nauseous, and wanted to vomit. Joe is no stranger to this feeling. Since he was a child, he had fought with the dudes in Tulum Harbour, and how many times he was slapped on his head by a wooden stick. This feeling he had learned at least a dozen times.

　　 "Myers..." Joe muttered the name silently in his heart, gritting his teeth hard.

　　 He raised his head. Someone should have taken the opportunity to suffer from him when he was in a coma. Both of Joe's eyes were so swollen that he opened his eyes as hard as he could, but he could only open a gap in his eyelids.

Squinting his eyes and looking around, Joe found himself sitting on the damp ground with his back leaning on an intricately shaped iron frame; he raised his hands high, his wrists were clasped with extra-large stainless steel handcuffs, and his two thumbs were thin. The steel chain passed through the handcuffs and was tightly fixed to an iron ring on the upper roof.

This is a very large stone house made of huge square stones. It is a hundred feet long, fifty or sixty feet wide, and more than thirty feet high. The ground is moist, and the air smells of blood and fish. It smells fishy, ​​and there are no windows around.

　　 Joe frowned, trying his best to recall similar buildings in Tulum Harbour.

　　 It's so humid, it's definitely not a warehouse.

　　 The smell of blood and fish, coupled with the complicated iron shelves on the walls, ah, there are many iron beams on the ceiling of the stone house, and there are several huge metal shelves on the ground.

　　 Below these metal shelves are huge puddles made of stone and bricks. Several puddles are connected by water channels. In the huge puddles, huge leather-like objects are soaked in black and red sewage.

　　 This is the fish farm.

　　 Joe determined his location, which should be a fishing ground specially used to divide large catches.

　　 There is a fishing port in Tulum Port, and there are fishing boats of all sizes working on the stormy ocean all year round. Some large economic fishes, such as fin whales, sperm whales, blue whales, etc., are huge in size and worth every inch, but they are extremely difficult to handle on a fishing boat. Only special fish farms are used for anatomy and segmentation, so that no valuable piece is wasted. flesh.

　　 There are three fishing piers in Tulum Port, only the ‘narwhal’ pier, which gathers dozens of specialized fishing grounds and is capable of handling large-scale cetacean catches.

The Narwhal Wharf is quite a long distance from the Kumquat Hills. The Kumquat Hills are in the southwest corner of Tulum Port, and the Narwhal Wharf is in the southeast corner of Tulum Port. Between the two, it almost traverses the entire Tulum. All the old and new piers of the port face each other from east to west across the huge inland sea of ​​Tulum Port.

　　 "Hey", Joe laughed weirdly.

　　 The Rittal family belonged to the kind of unrestrained existence in Tulum Port. Any industry that can make money, they are cold-blooded.

　　Whale hunting, low cost, high profit, and extremely impressive rate of return. In Tulum Port, there are several ocean-going whaling teams under the name of the Rose Chamber of Commerce, and they pay huge profits for the Rittal family every year.

　　At the Narwhal Wharf, there are naturally a large number of sailors, fishermen and workers who carry the rice bowls of the Rittal family and work for the Rittal family.

　　 shook his body, Joe stood up a little hard. The two arms have been hanging on the top of the head for too long, and they have been a little numb. Joe moved his fingers to make his arms more comfortable.

　　 stood on tiptoe and brought the collar to the palm of his handcuffed by the handcuffs. Joe moved his fingers cautiously, and his fat fingers drew a thin, extremely flexible wire from the collar.

　　 "What did the ghost face shopkeeper do before?" Joe muttered this question in a low voice, and gently pulled the wire through the keyhole of the handcuffs a few times, and the handcuffs were opened silently.

　　 put his hands down and inserted the wire back into the collar, Joe shook his hands vigorously.

　　 This set of escape moves like flowing water is indeed taught by the ghost face shopkeeper. Joe still vaguely remembered that in the summer when he was fourteen years old, the grimace shopkeeper taught him many interesting ‘survival skills’.

　　 "No one can guarantee that this life will be smooth, right? So, learning all skills is always useful."

　　 Joe still clearly remembers the inexplicable loneliness and melancholy when the Grimace Shopkeeper said these words. Even if the grimace shopkeeper has become that kind of ugliness, the inexplicable loneliness and melancholy still fill him with a certain special charm!

　　 In the past few years, when there was no one, Joe often deliberately imitated the melancholy that Grimace Shopkeeper had inadvertently revealed that day.

　　 After studying for a few years, but still unable to enter, Joe felt a little bit resentful inexplicably.

　　 Tiptoeing, Joe came to the corner of the stone house behind the gate that can be used for carriages, sneaking up to the middle of the door, and looking out the door.

　　 Outside the door, there is still a huge stone house, also without windows. In the middle of the house, there is a huge fin whale skeleton, bloody, and the flesh and blood on it have not been removed.

　　 In the corner of the stone house, beside a simple log square table, there are a few wooden chairs. Meyers sat on the wooden chairs and looked down at Yanan who was lying on a wooden board.

　　 Yanan is shirtless, his broken limbs have been treated, splinted and bandaged.

　　 "Your Excellency Yanan, I have tried my best to treat you." Myers elbows his legs, bows his body, hands interlaced, and gently shakes in front of him, his tone is very relaxed.

　　 "In order to save you, I would not hesitate to provoke the Rittal family. This is a hornet's nest, a hornet's nest that can sting people." Myers sighed, red eyes shining with inexplicable light.

　　 "Please remember my favor, so please let us talk frankly and frankly." Mels smiled: "I express my admiration and admiration to the Kingdom of Saint Xia for such a decisive cleaning method!"

"What are you talking about?" Yanan looked at Mels ignorantly: "Your Excellency, I confess that you saved me. That's right, you took the hands of that cruel, tyrannical, lawless boy Here, saved me. I remember your favor, you will be my friend of the Kingdom of Saint Xia, I must..."

　　 Joe's eyes widened suddenly.

　　 Myers carried Qiao Nagan's special lead-filled copper baton, and suddenly a stick lightly touched Yanan's calf break.

　　 Yanan's body twitched violently. He hissed coldly, opened his mouth, and wanted to scream, but his screams were completely suppressed by the severe pain.

　　 "I said, I hope we can talk frankly and honestly."

Myers sighed: "Your country’s Consul General in Port Tulum, my old friend, the respected Lord Franco, together with his family and several of his henchmen, were murdered on the night of Mid Autumn. ."

"Despicable murder, shameless murder." Myers looked at Anan tenderly: "When did you know the Kingdom of Saint Xia? Your Excellency Franco is already a loyal subject of Her Majesty the Queen. This information, you are When did you know?"

Myers was carrying the baton, and gently poking at the fractures of Yanan’s limbs. Yanan kept screaming'ahhhh' from the depths of his throat, his body wriggling like a worm, but There is no way to put away Myers' abuse.

　　 "Please tell me, who is that cute mole hidden inside the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Durham Empire, OK?"

Myers wiped off his delicate mustache and slowly said: "You have led this cleaning, no doubt. Please don't deny that I have my information channel, and I have enough evidence."

　　 "It is you, Lord Franco, his family, and his henchmen, borrowing the name of the Mid-Autumn Festival to send the Pink Mermaid."

"It was you, who knew in advance that there would be a conflict between the pink mermaids, and you sent them to the most dangerous battlefield... We are beautiful but impulsive. We can be called the stupid senior intelligence officer of the Navy’s Overseas Hydrographic Data Investigation Bureau, with big breasts. The mindless Lord Henie Wei detonated a battle in the pink mermaid. UUReading www.uukanshu.com"

　　 "In such a battle, it is reasonable to kill several senior diplomats and their families by mistake."

"It's just that you would never have thought beforehand that the pink mermaid that night was not only your conspiracy, but also a more terrible conspiracy. The shelling of the old fort made the Consulate General of the Kingdom of Saint Xia almost complete in Port Tulum. Annihilated!"

　　 "Of course, I don't care about their life and death." Myers smiled and said: "I only care about who is the mole inside us. You won't let me down, will you?"

　　 Yanan gasped violently, his hair soaked with cold sweat.

　　 He looked at Myers, and said with difficulty: "Myers, I'm just a..."

　　 Myers once again fell with a baton and hit Yanan's broken arm hard. With a ‘click’, the broken arm that had been boned, splinted and bandaged, was smashed open again.

　　 Broken bones rubbed violently, causing terrible secondary damage to bones, bone marrow, nerves, and muscles.

　　 Yanan let out a scream, his lips quickly turned dead gray, and he hissed: "No, Myers, what you said, I totally..."

　　 There are women and children crying.

　　 More than two dozen men dressed in leather aprons, dressed as workers, armed with a sharp fish-cutting knife, full of brutality, opened the door of the stone house, and pushed three women, three boys, and four girls into the stone house.

　　 Myers smiled: "Then things will become out of control."

　　 "I never wanted to use such violent methods without a bottom line, but... I have no choice, do I?"

　　 Yanan's face twitched, and she looked hysterically at the woman and child being pushed in.