Book of Gods and Demons

The ghost face shopkeeper disappeared silently halfway through.

He told Joe that he had to greet the children and look for the missing girls.

After a rough investigation by the Sparrow Gang, after Zhong Qiu's murder, more than 30 girls aged between ten and sixteen disappeared in several streets around Yaolu Street.

This news made Joe feel inexplicably heavy, and even the joy of receiving Yanan's confession and the survey data was suppressed without a trace.

Therefore, when he returned to his door, Joe's face was gloomy, as if he had been robbed of ten thousand gold marks in the street.

Hessen was standing in the middle of the gate with a big cigar dangling a big cigar, surrounded by a group of guards, gently tapping his beer belly with his hands, and seeing Joe coming down from a four-wheeled carriage, he quack smiled and opened his arms to welcome him. Up here.

Joe carried the heavy briefcase in one hand, opened his other hand, and gave Hess a strong hug.

The father and son pressed their cheeks heavily, their round cheeks bumped into each other, making a crisp applause-like sound.

"This is it, that thing?" Hesen released his arm and looked directly at the briefcase in Joe's hand. When Joe went to Palm Tree Avenue, he had sent someone to rush home in advance and told Hessian in detail about the ditch.

"It's this stuff, father...damn it, they also have a squadron squatting on the southwest corner of Jiasijia Island." Joe's heart is heavy: "According to my judgment, that Major General Agassi, it is very likely that he will die too. In the pink mermaid."

Qiao frowned tightly: "They will retaliate, but they don't know how they will retaliate."

He looked a little nervously at Hessian: "I can understand the idiot of Yanan, why he shot me in the street. This thing, the Saint Xia Kingdom Navy will pursue it with all its strength, and the Durham Imperial Navy will also pursue it like a mad dog. .even……"

Hessen sneered. He took the briefcase in Joe's hand and said solemnly: "A country that knows the existence of this information will be tempted. Whoever keeps this stuff in the hands of it will be a great hidden danger."

"Only by giving it to the right person, the Rittal family will be safe, and the credit that should belong to you, as well as the benefits that should belong to the Rittal family, will not be lost." He slapped the official document in his hand. Box, Hessian whistled: "However, your father, Master Hessian, happened to know a few right people."

"Go and rest, you've been exhausted for these two days." Hessen patted Joe's belly: "Go and rest, son, look at you, you are all a bit thinner, Liya will definitely be sad."

"Keep up your spirits, and then go out with me tomorrow." Hessian grinned.

Joe took off the cigar he was holding at the corner of Hessian's mouth, put it into his own mouth, took two hard puffs, spit out a ring of smoke, then shook off his hands and wobbled into his house.

There was a noise in the nearby small bushes, and several huge mastiff dogs sneaked out sneakily, leaning to Joe's side, sticking out their big tongues, and paying attention to him.

Joe slapped these big guys on the heads affectionately and played with them. He walked all the way to the door of the main building. The mastiffs wagged their tails, whimpered at the door of the main building, and then quickly turned and left.

These big guys remember clearly. In the main building, there are two "wolf-headed brothers", Joe and Golkin, and Weima, a generous "feeder from time to time". The problem is that there is still a carrier. The'violent iceberg girl' with a small hammer!

They don't want to be kicked by Tifa any more, naturally they can run as far as they can.

Standing at the door of the main building, looking at the windows of Liya, Tifa, and Weimar's rooms, Joe looked at the current time again, shook his head, and gently returned to his room.

He took a hot shower comfortably, and in front of the huge vanity mirror, Joe gently tore off more than a hundred small centipede-like blood scabs on his upper body. The wound underneath has completely healed, leaving traces of light red.

Joe snorted coldly: "Myers."

Joe felt relieved at the thought of Myers' destined end.

This kind of high-sounding slogan is a guy who really seeks personal gain. His best end, of course, is to feed the fish!

Using his dirty, degenerate body to fatten stormy sea fish and make a meager contribution to the fishery resources of the Durham Empire, this is of course the best outcome for people like Myers.

Clean and clean, there is no more respectful hypocrite in the world!

Without a word all night, Joe slept faintly.

And while Joe was sleeping, Hesse took the ID of Joe's special investigation team and brought a group of people to visit in several places in Tulum Harbor secretly.

When the white fish belly appeared on the Eastern Sea Horizon, a large fleet quietly bypassed the Silver Bull Cape Cape, entered the Tulum Port Inland Sea, and finally docked at the new Pier No. 3.

The brigade was dressed in iron-gray uniforms, and the energetic imperial soldiers lined up and landed, and then lined up in a neat line and entered the city of Tulum Port.

There are more than forty battleships large and small, headed by two old-fashioned first-class battleships, with three second-tier battleships, five third-tier battleships, and a dozen large frigates, directly lined up in a line-shaped bombardment array. An anchor dropped on the sea near the new pier.

On the masts of these battleships, huge military flags danced in the wind. The flag was not the battleship Hydra coat of arms of the Durham Imperial Navy, but on the shadow of a small island, a shield-shaped coat of arms of a blood-colored azalea bloomed. .

There is no doubt that this is a private fleet of nobles. And the strength of this fleet is much stronger than the local fleet in Tulum.

They lined up a line-shaped bombardment array near the new pier No. 3, and directly sealed the local fleet of Tulum Port and the Tulum Port Naval Academy on the shore, posing the most direct threat to the old fort.

A liaison officer of the local fleet in Tulum harbor questioned when he boarded the ship. It didn't take long for him to roll down the flagship of the fleet with swollen cheeks.

When he woke up early the next morning, Qiao poured three basic strength potions, practiced the breathing method hastily, and broke out in a deep sweat. After taking another shower, he felt energetic all over his body. A pore spurted out.

The crimson light curtain lit up in front of his eyes, and the other information remained unchanged, except for the slight adjustment of the energy level.

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Energy level: sea of ​​strength (normal state: 0.098%) (perfect state: 0.0033%) (physical strength: 75,000 pounds)

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Joe was dumbfounded.

This is the second time he has practiced the breathing method, and the training time is not long, only an hour, but the progress of his energy sea, discard the so-called perfect state, and see his progress in the normal state.

It was only 0.033% before, but this time it has grown to 0.098%.

The progress is far beyond what Laplace said.

"Laplace." Joe whispered Laplace's name.

"What can I say? I certainly know why you improve so fast... But, as the old saying goes, knowledge is priceless, money is priceful." Laplacei smiled treacherously, "I want to know why. , Well, this knowledge, ten thousand gold marks, I think it is reasonable."

Joe snorted coldly.

His pupils suddenly turned crimson. In the depths of his pupils, the three-circle and six-pointed star magic circle slowly rotated, and he spoke the following words completely out of instinct.

"Fighting, killing, and the resulting death and fear, everything tangible and intangible, everything related to violence, whether it is a physical existence that can be touched by the body, or an idealistic thing that the human body cannot perceive."

"I'm here, it's for me. Because I'm Blush!"

Qiao murmured: "Fighting, violence, killing, death, and even the fear, famine, plague, and desolation caused by it...all provide me with strength. Am I an ominous existence?"

Some inexplicable fragments appeared in Joe's mind. Some scattered pictures made Joe feel a little uncomfortable. But soon these discomforts disappeared.

"Laplace, am I an ominous existence?"

Laplace was silent for a while, and Joe heard the sound of smoking a small pipe in his head.

"Ominous? How come." Laplace was silent for a while, and then he sighed: "Then, I can tell you that you are a ‘person’ and you are noble."

"What is'personality'?" Laplace laughed treacherously again: "Ten thousand gold marks, thank you!"

Qiao snorted coldly, and he walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a large towel, across the bedroom, and into the cloakroom. He yelled, and seven or eight little maids trot in like clever little chicks, busy putting him on a neat new uniform.

"I have no money...I'll talk about it when I have money." Joe muttered vaguely.

He still has a lot of questions, including things about the balance of order, he wants to ask, but he has no money, and he can't speak.

"You can be very rich. The safe last night, according to the market value, put aside the crystal ball, the paper money and the gold nuggets, the total value is 1,573,775 gold marks 21 Silver Finney Thirteen Fountain Su." Laplace once again thought of Velenya's small vault.

"I don't want to get into trouble." Joe rebuffed the guy straightforwardly: "Also, I'm a policeman, I'm not a thief who pryed the safe."

Joe waved away the maids around him~www.ltnovel.com~ grabbed the lead-filled copper baton leaning on the shoe rack and hung it on the belt, and hung two filled double barrels behind the belt. Huo Chong, in the fiery eyes of the maids, walked out of his room majesticly.

More than three hundred fully armed guards, surrounded by an oversized four-wheeled carriage, hurriedly left the mid-levels.

When the bell of St. Hild's Cathedral rang for the tenth time, Joe and Hessen, with dozens of guards, pushed open the door of the meeting room on the second floor of the Navy Club.

Many of the great figures in Tulum Port looked back at the same time. Hessen slapped the briefcase heavily on the long conference table, then pushed forward forcefully, pushing it straight towards the one sitting at the other end of the conference table, as if A glamorous lady who is as gorgeous as the scarlet azalea.

"Everyone, my son, the outstanding example of the Tulum Port Police Department, the brave and fearless Joe Rong Witto, has made a great discovery."

Hessian yelled: "This time the special investigation team for the Zhongqiu murders, there is no doubt that Qiao made the first contribution. Moreover, I believe that this contribution is beyond your surprise and will definitely exceed your imagination!"

A scream came, just like that day, Henie Wei, who was sitting at the conference table, jumped up and grabbed the briefcase that was quickly sliding on the conference table.

"Presumptuous!" Instead of Dantes that day, the glamorous lady sitting at the end of the conference table snorted coldly.

There was a heavy slap in the face.

Hai Niwei, who jumped high, was like Haiyan after being shot. He twisted and fell to the corner of the conference room. She stunned her head and fainted without humming.

Joe subconsciously stuck out his tongue, "Wow", this is really a big shot!