Book of Gods and Demons

Forty-eight Palm Avenue.

Yes, it is across the street from the small building rented by Miss Velenya.

The same neat palm grove, the same neat flowerbed, and a few white parasols like the wings of seagulls, circled a pleasant leisure place in the palm grove.

A small round table inlaid with enamel is placed under the parasol, filled with fresh fruits and a few bottles of fine wine.

On the wine bottle, the light yellow label is covered with a dark blue seal.

This is the penalty of the anti-smuggling team of Tulum Port Customs.

Every year, every month, and every day, there are small smugglers who are lucky enough to vainly send all kinds of high-priced goods to Tulun Port that are unwilling to pay taxes in accordance with the law.

Tulum Port Customs Anti-smuggling Team is the nemesis of these small smugglers.

They are strict in law enforcement and aggressive, and once they are caught, all goods will be fined and confiscated and confiscated. And these small smugglers, they will be drained of the last fountain Su in the black prison of the anti-smuggling team.

As the squadron leader of the anti-smuggling squadron, Sinbad naturally has the power to take out a little bit of insignificant good things from the confiscated goods warehouse and give himself and his subordinates a little benefit.

This is a matter of course and righteousness. The chiefs of the customs and the upper echelons of the anti-smuggling team, everyone knows well that no one will say anything.

Sinbad was lying on the chair next to the small round table, holding a natural crystal red wine glass in his right hand, slowly shaking the brick-red wine in the glass, taking a small sip.

"The wine that does not cost money has a different taste." As a native of Tulum Port, Sinbad, whose ancestor was the mountain people on Jiaxijia Island, has a distinctive appearance of Jiaxijia mountain people.

The skin is dark, the face is slightly reddish, and there is a bit of curly black hair, and the two-handed beard is pointed and thin, protruding high beside the nose. The bridge of the nose was slightly collapsed, the eye sockets were sunken deep, and the two gray eyeballs blinked, and the small eyes wandered around, with a bit of shrewdness.

To be honest, Sinbad's appearance is just like the monkey on Skeins's shoulder, it's really not very good.

His height is exactly five feet five inches tall, barely reaching the lower limit of the height of the local indigenous men in Tulum Harbour. Coupled with his face, he seemed to be shriveled, wretched, and hateful.

And on the other recliner next to him, she was tall, with white skin, blond hair and blue eyes, and a pretty girl. She was definitely not more than eighteen years old. She was nearly six feet tall, one taller than Sinbad. Big cut.

Chu Liye, Port Tulum just emerged last year, a small well-known ballerina, has participated in two large ballets, in which is just a second-line supporting actress.

But because of his outstanding appearance, the height that is one of the best in the entire troupe, and two charming long legs, Chu Liye quickly became Sinbad’s lover, moved out of the communal dormitory rented by the ballet troupe, and moved here. A luxurious single-family building.

"My dear, your mood doesn't seem to be very good?" Qiuliye yawned lazily, she sat up, and used a sterling silver toothpick from the small round table to stir up a piece of red top raw food. The ham was fed to Sinbad's mouth.

Sinbad opened his mouth, took a bite of the sliced ​​ham, and chewed hard.

He grumbled with a sullen expression: "I'm a little worried... Damn, I shouldn't do that, but I can't refuse that adult. What can I do? Uncle Mordell, I can't refuse her."

Sinbad was a little flustered.

Yesterday morning, he personally arranged a team of dozens of people to board an armed anti-smuggling boat of the anti-smuggling team and land at the small pier in the Houtan area.

The back beach area can be directly connected to the mid-levels and peak areas of St. Hild Mountain. During this special period, the entire area around St. Hild’s Mountain, including the front beach area and the back beach area, has been tightly sealed.

If it weren't for Sinbad's arrangement, it would be impossible for these outsiders to get closer to St. Hild Mountain.

What worries Sinbad is that this time, because of the order of the adult, he did not report to his uncle Mordel, and everything was done privately by him.

Not long after those people landed, Sinbad received the news that Liya, the mistress of the Rittal family, had been attacked in the Mid-Levels.

The Wells family’s information channels are extremely well-versed. Sinbad knew exactly the whole process of the attack. He knew that dozens of people wearing army uniforms, posing as Tulum Port garrisons, set up checkpoints on the mid-levels, attacked Liya. .

But these idiots, they were preempted by the Ritto family's guards, and most of them were killed by a set fire. A dozen of them were captured alive and then quickly moved by the Ritto family, and they were unable to detect when they got to the Wells family. Where his secret is in custody.

I hope that those guys can withstand the words and deeds of the Rittal family.

But Sinbad did not make any hope for their ‘Integrity’.

Rittal, maybe you will find yourself soon?

However, there is nothing to be afraid of.

He is a direct member of the Wells family, and is also an elite of the young generation that the Wells family focuses on training. More importantly, he is also a serious imperial official.

The squadron leader of the customs anti-smuggling squadron is equivalent to the rank of lieutenant in the Imperial Army and Navy, but the actual power and jurisdiction are much stronger than those in uniforms.

The Rittalists dare to attack imperial officials in public in broad daylight?

There is no such reason, and there has never been such a precedent.

Well, as long as you stay in the main house of the Wells family every night for a period of time in the future, and don't go to fight everywhere, what can the Rittal family do to yourself?

Sinbad glanced at Chu Liye, his heart beating fiercely.

Well, taking advantage of the daylight, hurry up and have fun, and then rush back to the main house of the Wells family to hide before dusk. Sinbad smiled triumphantly and decided so happily.

A four-wheeled carriage came slowly down Palm Tree Avenue, and then stopped at the gate of No. 48 Avenue.

The palm forest and ornamental shrubs blocked the view well, and Sinbad did not notice the movement outside. It was the several guards he had left at the gate of No. 48, walking out of the gatehouse behind the gate a little vigilantly, standing in a row behind the hollow metal carved gate.

"Hey, the host here, we are not accepting visitors today." An ugly-looking guard with a red turban chewed on a mixture of betel nuts and tobacco, and grinned at the elongated carriage.

Excited, pulling the smiling Chuliye, Sinbad, who was about to return to the small building to fight a battle, heard the movement and shouted impatiently in the direction of the door: "Let them go, no matter who it is, let They go away!"

The red headscarf guard took out a double-barreled firecracker, placed it on the hollow pattern of the door, and smiled at the carriage: "Have you heard? Fuck off, or you guys, want to eat two bullets?"

The panel of the carriage on the side of the carriage facing the gate suddenly fell outward, revealing a fixed 60-cent field gun in the carriage.

Amidst the horrified screams of several Wells guards, Qiao, who was standing in the carriage, smiled slightly, and the small torch in his hand was heavily lit on the fire door of the field gun.

'boom'!

The shelling broke the tranquility of Palm Street, and the screams of countless pet dogs and birds were heard from far and near.

Joe cheered loudly: "Aha, I like this tactic!"

A hundred rounds of small shotguns were like a cheerful hornet, whizzing out of the barrel, tearing through the exquisite but weakly defensive hollowed-out door, and enthusiastically digging into the bodies of several Wells guards.

The distance was too close, less than ten feet apart, and none of the 100 small shotguns missed. The metal gate was hit with sparks and fragments flying across. The small shotguns tore the bodies of several Welles guards. They hit them back and flew more than a dozen feet away.

At the north and south ends of Palm Street, large groups of heavily armed police and Rittal guards poured out.

The police chanted slogans uniformly-‘in the name of the law’!

When the police ran, the team was quite neat. Nearly a hundred chubby fat men ran panting while shouting neat slogans. The fat and beer belly on their bodies were shaking up and down neatly.

The guards of the Rittal family were blushing with excitement. They cursed in a low voice in a variety of market slang, and rushed with wide-eyed eyes. They were much faster than the police, and they quickly surrounded courtyard No. 48. It's a dead end.

The instant the sound of the cannon came, Sinbad let out a loud roar, and threw away the pale Miss Qiuliye. There was a cloud of water flickering beside him, and a few big strides,'Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh' , Ran across the two-hundred-foot-long yard in an instant and rushed to the entrance of the small building.

More than a dozen Welsh guards rushed out of the small building, UU reading www.uukanshu. com Sinbad hissed: "Cover me and retreat!"

A group of guards surrounded Sinbad and ran to the back door of the yard in a hurry.

Just a few steps after they ran, they stopped abruptly.

The back door of the yard has been violently smashed into pieces. Twenty chubby policemen took the lead and rushed into the backyard with at least a hundred Rittal guards.

In the bushes in the backyard, three ferocious wolfhounds rushed out and pounced on the person who rushed into the yard.

More than a dozen Rittal guards raised their flintlock rifles and beat them with ‘bang bang’. The three wolfhounds fell to the ground in blood, making dying whimpers.

"Damn it!" Sinbad turned around and retreated into the small building.

More than a dozen Wells guards suddenly raised their hands with flintlock blunders, but before they could shoot, the Rittal guards on the opposite side had already taken the initiative.

The two sides are only fifty feet apart, and nearly a hundred flintlock rifles are designed at the same time. Regardless of the firepower density or the power of the guns, they are much stronger than the blunderbuss of the Wells guards.

More than a dozen guards twitched and fell to the ground, and blood quickly stained the steps leading from the small building to the backyard.

Building No. 48 was completely surrounded, and dozens of powerful Rittal subordinates rushed into the building. After a burst of sword strikes, he was covered in blood, and Sinbad, whose left arm was chopped off at his elbow, roared and was brought out by a few sharp men with wounds.

"Take him and retreat!"

Joe glanced at Miss Qiuliye, who was too scared to move on the ground, and shook his head: "Don't move anything in the small building, let alone offend this beautiful lady!"

Joe took Sinbad and evacuated quickly.

The entire Palm Tree Avenue was in chaos, and an hour later, rumours arose in the lesser half of Tulum Harbor.