Book of Gods and Demons

　　 "In the name of the law, **** little thief, stop!"

　　 Joe slapped his shoulder and knocked the two red-skinned men to the ground. He waved a heavy lead-filled baton with his right hand, and ran aggressively with strides, even more energy, and roared loudly.

　　His voice is so loud that everyone in the street can hear his yelling.

Several police officers, also wearing black police uniforms, wearing gray tinplate high-top helmets and carrying oak batons, squeezed out of the crowd, with police whistles in their mouths, and followed closely behind Joe along the Queen's Plaza. Chased down on Shengli Street to the south.

　　 The Port of Tulum is located in the southern part of the empire, and the climate is humid and hot all year round. Compared with the northern borders of the empire, the people in Tulum Port and the thirty or so provinces around them are not tall. According to the mainland's common ice-sea kingdom measurement, most of the young men here are five feet four to five inches to six feet. One or two inches tall, and mostly lean and tall.

　　 And Joe, who is running wild on the street, is more than seven feet two inches tall.

　　 With abundant nutrition since childhood, a large amount of beef, milk, and seafood intake, coupled with the folk customs of the Durham Empire, Joe began to serve his meals with beer since he was less than ten. So Qiao was born with a big waist and a raised beer belly. At first glance, he looked like a wild bear with a fat body and a fat body!

　　 Joe ran wildly on the crowded street, outrageously giving the illusion that the street was shaking and trembling. Wherever the sturdy body went, the people in front of him, whether men, women, young or old, were all panicked and gave way.

　　 too late to evade, he was knocked to the ground mercilessly by the running Joe, triggering a series of exclamations and curses.

　　 The faces of the two teenagers in front were distorted, and they ran away in horror.

　　 But the crowded streets made them hard to get up at all. They looked back from time to time. Under the bright light from the roadside gas street lamp, Joe, who was one head taller than the crowd, was so eye-catching and dazzling.

　　 Joe raised his right arm high and waved his heavy baton vigorously.

　　 The heavy truncheon broke through the air and made a ‘whoop’ sound, and at a distance of more than 20 meters, it could be heard clearly and full of deterrence.

　　 Joe's boots are inlaid with heavy steel plates. He stepped heavily on the sturdy paving slab, making a dull ‘boom’.

　　 The two teenagers opened their mouths like fish out of the water, panting hard, their eyes almost jumping out of their sockets. They hysterically pulled the red men and green women in front of them, struggling to find a way to escape in the crowded crowd.

　　 ran across a small half of Victory Street, turned west, and arrived at Les Invalides Street.

　　 ran westward along the somewhat remote Les Invalides Street for a small half a mile, and the two teenagers panted and spit, and rushed south into Rangers Street.

　　In the mid-autumn night, the Queen’s Plaza could not accommodate all the residents of Tulum Port. Around the Queen’s Plaza, Tulum Port City Hall also set up many branch venues for celebrations.

　　 Crossed Ranger Street and came to the illuminated Fleet Street. It was in the central square where the two streets meet. Dozens of gas lights illuminate a wooden stage.

　　 A group of men and women with flamboyant clothes and heavy makeup are present on the stage with gorgeous opera voices, interpreting the complicated and chaotic love story of a group of aristocratic youths.

A large group of residents of Tulum Harbor with grilled sausages and beer glasses in their hands surrounded the stage. From time to time, there were cheerful laughter, ridicule calls, and the surprise and joy of the girls after being taken advantage of by strangers in the crowd. Scream.

　　 Two hapless boys ran here, sweating profusely, their face turned pale, and their legs trembling violently.

　　 The skinny and sloppy ones have exhausted their last bit of strength in the desperate flight just now. Looking at the crowded, almost impenetrable crowd ahead, the two teenagers couldn't help showing desperate and frustrated expressions.

　　 "No, I don't want to go back to the **** black jail." A young boy cried.

　　 "Go in again, I will die inside." Another teenager swayed, subconsciously covering his face with his palm.

　　 The police station in Tulum Port is notoriously frightening. For these little trash fishes living at the bottom of society, the black jail where the police station temporarily holds criminals is undoubtedly the most terrifying **** in their hearts.

　　 was also panting, with sweat on his mellow face, less than five meters away from them.

　　 stopped, Joe's hands on his hips, squinted his eyes, his black eyes stared fiercely at the two teenagers five meters away, stretched out the thumb of his right hand, and made a gesture of cutting his throat. Then, he turned around calmly and walked towards a mobile fried sausage stall under the street lamp on the side of the street.

"Twenty sauerkraut sausages, add more butter, and fry them a bit older. Praise Muteste, it's a wonderful night." Joe took off the brass police helmet from his head, like a hard hunting dog, and vomited hard. tongue.

The owner of the fried sausage stall, a skinny man in his forties looked suspiciously at the two teenagers, then looked at Joe standing in front of him, like a bear, and laughed happily: "It's a beautiful night, police officer. Let’s have a cold beer, police officer. There is a seat here, police officer. I will prepare you delicious fried sausages from Old Hank’s house immediately, police officer."

　　The sound of messy footsteps came. Five police officers wearing grey tinplate police helmets and sweating and panting slowed down and walked towards this side.

　　 Joe whistled.

　　 The five police officers looked at the two dumbfounded teenagers, with cheerful smiles, took off their police helmets, wiped the sweat from their heads, and walked towards the fried intestine stall.

"Boss, you are so wise." The five are not tall, but the same chubby policeman with a beer belly smiled and leaned to Joe's side, and his big **** fell heavily on the petite wooden bench. , And then vigorously grind left and right, giving people the illusion that they will never separate again tonight. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 "Boss, a glass of cold beer. I want three fried sausages." A policeman snapped his fingers at the owner of the fried sausage stall, and the other four police officers also reported their demands.

The thin face of the fried sausage boss was like a flowery smile, and he was busy with his life, and at the same time gave a middle-aged woman behind him a hard kick: "Hurry up, woman, give the police officers the old Hank's secret recipe. Delicious beer... fool, hurry up."

　　 Joe already had a huge tinplate beer mug in his hand. He picked up a full two liters beer mug and sipped a third of the dark beer in his sip.

Satisfied with a cool hiccup, Joe whispered: "Wait, I will take everyone to a good place. Aha, you must remember, we are catching thieves tonight, we are catching thieves! We! , There are many eyewitnesses!"

　　 The five police officers nodded intently, took the beer mug handed over by the middle-aged woman, and cheered in a low voice: "Cheers, for the wise boss!"

　　 On the street, the faces of two teenagers who had been completely desperate twitched, and gradually showed weird smiles. They squatted slightly, sank silently into the flow of people, and then quickly disappeared without a trace.

　　 sauerkraut intestines squeaked on the hot iron plate, and the air was full of rich oily fragrance. The pungent taste of the seasoned garlic juice stimulated the appetite of the six conscientious police officers and made them appetite.

　　 Chewing the fragrant fried intestines, Joe completely untied the belt of arms around his waist with satisfaction.

　　 "It was a perfect night. Wait, let's go have some fun." Picking up the huge glass, Joe drank the half glass of beer left in the glass with a ‘grumbling’.