Book of Gods and Demons

　　 The soldiers charged at the Golden Anchor Club.

　　They rushed past Crowder, and in twos or twos, the old board door of the Golden Anchor Club fell off the door frame, and there was a loud bang, and it hit the ground heavily.

　　 Then, there was the sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground in the building, and the sound of broken porcelain and glass. There were even more exclamations of waiters and maids, followed by the rough roars and abuses of the soldiers rushing into the building.

　　 Old Crowder ran back to the club angrily, yelling loudly, making everyone shut up and letting everyone cooperate with the soldiers.

Joe turned his head, bent down, and put the sword in his hand on Sinbad's neck, grinning grinningly: "This situation, this scene, how emotional? We are old friends, real old friends, I followed Golkin , I have fought blood with you no less than a hundred times!"

　　 "Tragic, how tragic? You have interrupted Gorkin's arms and legs, and I am the same. Of course, your losses are even greater! In my memory, that's the case! Your losses are greater!"

　　 "We have blood and hatred, and there is no doubt that we have feuded."

　　 "So, I can understand that for revenge, you can calculate countless intrigues on me."

"Even when Golkin’s last home letter was sent back, I thought about it. One day, like you, I was interrupted and lying involuntarily on a remote beach. There was no way. Make a slight noise!"

　　 "We are all men. Men, if you can't beat them, you have to surrender, and sincerely admit defeat! Losing money, or something else, giving up a large amount of profit, this is a very routine operation."

　　 "But you want to murder my dear mother!"

　　 Joe's eyes flashed with crimson light, and Sinbad could indeed see the ominous light in Joe's eyes.

　　 "I have no choice."

　　 "I love my mother Leah! I love my sister Tifa!!! I love my sister Vema!!!"

　　 "They are such beautiful and kind people, how dare you, how can you really attack them?"

　　 "Oh, of course, you didn't start with Vima, but you will definitely do it. So, you must die!"

　　 "You, and all your family...including all the dogs and men in the Wells family...If I don't kill you, you will hurt my relatives... What can I do?"

　　 "I have no choice!"

　　 The ancient silver-handled war knife in Joe's hand lightly slashed across Sinbad's face, and cut a bone-deep wound on his face.

　　 Blood ran down his face, and Sinbad's body twisted violently.

　　 Old Crowder screamed in the club, and then ran out again.

　　 When he ran out, the saber cut across Sinbad's face.

　　 Witnessing all this, he raised his cane, hissed and screamed, making a gesture to pounce on Joe who was standing on the salted fish cart.

　　 The two soldiers stood in front of Crowder. The flintlock rifles with bayonet in their hands crossed each other, and the flickering bayonet almost pierced Crowder's chest.

　　 Well respected in the Port of Tulum, Claude, who is strong in personal strength, wealth, power, etc. is enough to call the wind and rain, his body stiffened, and he stopped sadly.

　　 In his heart, Joe is nothing.

　　 Joe's father, Hessian, is nothing.

　　 What is the Rittal family? It's nothing more than a family of foreigners.

　　 But the iron gray uniforms in front of me... these soldiers in iron gray uniforms!

　　Crowder forcibly resisted the urge to shoot.

　　 Imperial soldier, represents the will of the empire.

　　 Unless the Haydn family wanted to rebel, Cloud would definitely not be able to act on these two soldiers who seemed to him extremely ordinary.

　　 Forty years ago, the millions of militias in the Durham Empire went southward and destroyed hundreds of thousands of militias in Tulum Harbor in just two days. That battle has left a deep impression of the invincibility of the empire in the hearts of old people like Claude.

　　 The two soldiers sternly pushed their rifles forward.

　　Crowder raised his hands and took two steps back blankly.

The soldiers behind 　　 Joe are tall and tall, about four inches taller on average than the natives of Tulum Harbor. They are young, courageous, full of energy, and full of fighting spirit. They are descendants of the imperial army that conquered Port Tulum and Jiasijia. Their grandfather and father came from the north of the empire.

　　In Jiasijia Island, in Port Tulum, these imperial soldiers formed their own factions.

　　 They are incompatible with the locals, they have blood and blood feuds with the locals, and they have an absolute psychological advantage over these short locals psychologically.

　　 Two little soldiers, when they looked at Old Man Crowder, in their hearts, they all had a condescending view-just an old native man!

　　 That's it.

　　 A second lieutenant officer walked up with several soldiers. The second lieutenant grabbed Crowder's cane and twisted his hands behind him. A soldier was holding a special steel handcuffs that were enlarged and heavier and buckled it heavily on Claude's wrist.

　　Crowder pursed his lips and looked at Joe deeply.

　　 Joe stepped on Sinbad's chest, and the blood on the ancient war knife in his hand was red, and the blood continued to slide down the blade, dropping drop by drop on Sinbad's face and chest, which was constantly struggling.

　　 This sword is very evil.

　　 It cut through Sinbad's face, and a strange force remained on the wound, and the blood continued to flow out without any signs of coagulation to stop the bleeding.

The blood flowed down Sinbad’s neck to the car plate of the salted fish car, and then from the cracks in the car plate, the "tick tick" dripped on the street, and it quickly became a mess on the street. Small beach.

　　Crowder lowered his head and looked at the blood dripping from the salted fish cart. He finally couldn't help but said coldly: "Joe, cruel little guy, how much do you want Sinbad to die from blood loss?"

　　 "Why not?" Joe looked at Claude with a smile, his expression changed Claude's face suddenly.

"He participated in the assassination of my mother Leah, so he deserves to die, right?" Joe smiled brightly: "In the words of my father Hessian, you can choose to start the war, but how and when will it end? , We have the final say!"

　　Crowder's old face twitched violently. He raised his head and looked at Joe's brilliant smiling face, his expression becoming extremely gloomy.

　　 Sinbad participated in the assassination of Liya?

　　 Claude cursed angrily in his heart, these stupid little boys, there is no doubt that they have broken the bottom line.

　　 It’s not someone who can’t assassinate the Rittal family. The indigenous people of Jiasijia can assassinate two Duke of Jiasijia in a row. What about the Rittal family?

　　 But this kind of assassination that breaks through the bottom line requires the permission of their elders, their elders who control real power. The entire Port of Tulum, and everything on the entire Jiasijia Island should have their permission before they can happen.

　　 Sinbad’s unauthorized actions will cause trouble to everyone.

　　 Trouble can be eliminated, and Claude firmly believes that there is no problem that cannot be solved.

　　 Even the trouble caused by the assassination of the mistress of the Ritto family can be easily resolved within the committee of seven.

　　 But Sinbad's acts of bypassing their elders, bypassing them, and elders in power, acting without authorization...must be severely punished.

　　 Claude's eyes grew darker, he looked at the small pool of blood on the ground.

　　 is also good, let Sinbad, a little stupid who madly disrespects his elders, die here. His death, perhaps can still become a bargaining chip?

　　Crowder raised his head, looked at Joe, grinned and said, "Ms. Leah is all right, this is great."

　　 Joe ignored Claude.

These old guys, one by one, are cunning and cruel. Joe has heard of Cloud's many great achievements since he was a child-including, for a little share of the Golden Anchor Club, he personally sank one of his son-in-laws to the sea. !

　　 This kind of old guy, don't talk nonsense with him, find the opportunity to kill him directly, this is the safest and safest way.

　　The sound of messy footsteps came.

　　 A group of soldiers walked out of the Golden Anchor Club, and then they quickly lined up on both sides of the club’s gate.

　　 There are stainless steel shackles around their necks, and they are strung together with stainless steel chains. A group of gorgeously dressed and extraordinary men and women walked out with red ears.

　　 The shackles on the neck, and the iron chain that strung them together, this is the standard way of transporting slaves.

At dusk, it was the time when the gentlemen and ladies of the upper class of Tulum Port ate and socialized. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com was brutally driven out by the soldiers who were tortured together like slaves, one by one. He is well-dressed, jeweled and well maintained, and every hair and beard is meticulously taken care of.

　　 The elder of them can be nearly seventy.

　　 The youngest of them are about ten years old.

　　 They are all the leading figures among the indigenous people of Tulunport. Among them, there are a small half of nearly a hundred men and women. They are the direct members of the Tulum Port Seven-member Committee, in addition to the Rittal family, the other six large families.

　　 In addition to them, the remaining two to three hundred men and women are also core members of other big families in Tulum.

　　 There are a lot of people here, Joe knows them all, and they have all dealt with them with their fists and sticks. Among their elders are the senior officials of the Tulum Port Tax Office, the head of the Tulum Port Education Bureau, the director of the Tulum Port Workhouse, the members of the Tulum Port Public Security Committee, and the chairman of the Tulum Port Watercraft Association... …

　　 The family strength behind these people encompasses all aspects of Tulum Port.

To put it bluntly, a very understatement of their intrigue in the Golden Anchor Club may determine the thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of people in Tulum Port next month, or even the second half of the year. Livelihood issues.

　　 Joe was very cheerful, slapped the palm of his left hand with the blade of the saber, making a crisp sound.

　　 "Crack, don't jump, oh, tell everyone a good news!"

　　 "After your Lord Sinbad’s accusation, you are connected with a heinous crime of treason."

　　 "In other words, in the jargon circulating among port workers that we have been familiar with since childhood, you group of dogs = day = things, today Quante is dead!"