Book of Gods and Demons

　　 Mutesite hung high in the night sky, and generously sprinkled the silver moonlight on the earth.

　　 The alleys without gas street lights are still dazzlingly illuminated by the moonlight.

　　 "So, we can't take the road." The heavy armed belt hung loosely on his shoulders. Joe carried a piece of fried pig's knuckle in his left hand and a wooden bottle full of beer in his right hand, walking staggeringly in the alley.

"You can't be caught by those **** in the Ombudsman... Boss, you are so wise." Billy, the shortest and roundest second-level police officer, rubbed his red nose and patted Joe sincerely. The flattery.

　　 The other four police officers nodded hurriedly.

　　 They took a bite of the fried pig's knuckles in their hands and drank a sip of beer in a wooden bottle. They hiccuped comfortably, only to feel that their life has reached its peak, and it can be called perfect.

　　 Let those unlucky colleagues go on duty, squat guard, and make stakes.

　　 Fortunately, they are going to follow their boss and go to the legendary pink mermaid bar to be happy!

　　 The great Mu Zai Shang, the benevolent Mu Tes The Shang, if it were not for a wise, wise, generous, and generous boss, these poor little policemen would not have the spare money to roam the legendary gold pit.

　　 Praise the great Joe!

　　 The five round-bodied policemen smiled happily, as they looked at Qiao's burly back with admiration because of the alcohol on their heads and their slightly flushed eyes.

As a newcomer to the Tulum Port Police Station, a little rookie, Qiao took the first place among the fresh graduates of Tulum Port Judicial School, plus the letter of recommendation from the Dean of the Judicial School, and skipped the level five. At the level of seniority of a police officer to a first-level police officer, he became the youngest third-level police officer in the history of the Tulum Port Police Department.

　　 Three-level sergeant, the lowest police officer in the imperial police system, can lead a squad of five police officers. Including Billy, five highly qualified ‘good soldiers’ from the Tulum Port Police Department were assigned to Joe’s men in this way.

　　 Billy and the others are extremely dissatisfied, resentful.

　　 They have rich qualifications, and each of them has been in the rank of police officer for more than ten years.

　　They have outstanding abilities. They are proficient in various survival skills of oppressing the good people, blackmailing hawkers, and accepting bribes.

　　 They have a deep and extensive network. The scum of gangsters in Tulum Port, the heroes of the market, and the heroes of all kinds of sidetracks are all called brothers and sisters with them.

　　 So, a little rookie who just joined the police station, how can Ho Te become their'chief'?

　　 But it took Joe only half a month to make five veterans his most loyal fans.

　　 Because of Joe, I have money.

　　 Because of Joe, he is very rich.

　　 Because of Joe, he is extremely rich.

In Tulum Port, the folk proverb says it well: "Bronze is order, silver coins are truth, and gold coins, look, do you look like the golden face of the great Mu? With gold coins, enough gold coins, you are God !"

Six half-drunk police officers, shaking and laughing in a low voice, instead of walking on the brightly-lit streets, they walked all the way out of the new town of Tulum Port along the secluded alleys by the moonlight and entered After leaving the old city, follow the “Grape Skin Alley” behind the “Silver Grape Street” in the rich area of ​​the old city, and head towards the new Pier No. 3.

A black cat hurriedly rushed out of a fork alley. It just ran out of the fork alley. A big foot in raw leather boots flew out of the dark shadow of the fork alley. The black cat kicked far away.

　　 In the Fork Alley, a vague, rude voice came: "I ran into a black cat while working, hell, are we going to be unlucky tonight?"

　　 Joe and Billy stopped five abruptly.

In 　　 Fork Alley, more than a dozen figures that came out quietly and quickly and numbly suddenly froze in place.

　　 Joe dropped the trotters subconsciously, took off the baton, and held it in his hand.

　　 By the light of the moon, you can see more than a dozen men rushing out of the fork alley, each of them has abominable looks, and every face is full of violence. They were born with crooked facial features, and other lines on their faces pieced together, as if naturally formed a line of big characters-‘I’m a villain’!

　　 pungent body odor, messy hair, dirty face, tattered and dirty, I don’t know how long the short cloak was loosely draped over my shoulders. Through these men's short cloaks that were not tightly wrapped, one could see that they had daggers, short knives, and single-shot old-fashioned matchlocks hanging around their waists, and they had tools such as crowbars, drill knives, and short saws under their arms.

　　 This is Grape Skin Alley, and on the side is Silver Grape Street, one of the rich settlements of Tulum Port.

　　In the mid-autumn night, the rich must have ran around the Queen’s Plaza and enjoyed the celebration to their heart's content.

　　 The group of people in front of Joe, on such a night, in such an alley, with so many magical and magical tools, sneaking around the rich area.

　　 is really a group of ‘good boys’ who are ‘hardworking’, ‘willing to do’, and ‘striving for progress’.

　　 They have a bad background and are trapped at the bottom of society, but they are unwilling to succumb to their fate. They do their best to realize the redistribution of social wealth and thus change their fate!

　　 is really a group of ‘respectable’ people... If they don’t have so many murder weapons on their bodies and their eyes are not so fierce, they would be even more lovely!

　　 Joe looked at the big man who had just kicked the black cat away, coughed slightly, and hung the baton back to his armed belt.

　　 "The night of Mid Autumn, the weather was good, it was a wonderful night." Joe nodded to the man.

　　 A dozen men quickly glanced at the wine bottle in Joe's hand, gently turned their sides, and cleared the way.

　　 Yeah, it was a wonderful night.

　　 Joe and the five subordinates speeded up their pace without saying a word, and passed by these guys. Billy and these guys even nodded their heads in a friendly manner.

After Joe and the others had walked dozens of steps, Billy murmured in a low voice, "It's from the wolf gang. I saw wolf head tattoos on their forearms. Damn, what do they want to do? This is not the wolf gang. territory!"

　　 Billy worried: "This is the site of the fox gang. The fox gang is not a good crop. If the wolf gang has crossed the boundary, something big will happen!"

　　 Joe also muttered in a low voice: "But, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is our jurisdiction?"

　　 Billy shook his head firmly: "Of course not."

　　 Joe nodded vigorously: "So, let's continue to have fun."

Six conscientious policemen walked briskly in the alleys. They smiled and whistled relaxedly. A relaxed, cheerful, and fast-paced "Imperial Police March" was blown by them forcibly. , Out of breath.

　　 The wind with a strong smell of sea blew in along the alley, and the new pier No. 3 of Tulum Port was not far in front.

　　 can already hear the sound of the waves faintly.

　　 Joe and Billy speeded up their pace. Behind them, a dozen men with abominable faces looked around sneakily for a while, and leaned forward quietly towards the back door of a big house.

　　 There is a subtle piccolo sound in the air.

　　 In the alley, a faint mist of water floated up inexplicably.

　　 The sound of the flute is short and slight, like a thin steel wire, slowly digging into the ear and sticking to the heart.

　　 More than a dozen men who took out crowbars, drills, and saws and were about to start work went stiff.

　　 The sound of the piccolo became more and more erratic.

　　 A few phosphorescent moths fell lightly and landed on the stiff bodies of these men.

　　 Under the skin of the stiff body, tiny bumps emerged rapidly, and then their skin began to wriggle strangely.

　　 The flesh is shriveled and the bones are gray. The phosphorescence of the big canopy was flying slowly, and a dozen sets of dirty clothes, boots, and various tools were scattered in the alley in a mess.

　　 A hoarse voice with a bit of decay sounded softly in the alley: "Rotten, twisted soul, dirty, depraved body, my little cuties, will be raised white and fat by you."