Book of Gods and Demons

　　 This is a rectangular meeting room.

　　 Joe followed Stein into the meeting room, glanced away, and immediately held his breath subconsciously. In the conference room, there are so many real big names in Tulum Port.

　　 When Joe walked into the meeting room, everyone in it, except for the two women, looked at him. The meeting room that was originally ‘buzzing’ became extremely cold and silent for a while.

　　 On the right hand side of the meeting room is the wall, the oak parapet shining brightly in the sun.

　　 On the left hand side is a row of dozens of floor-to-ceiling windows, facing the street outside. The sunlight came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and was dyed light blue by the azure glass, mixed with the light yellow light from the row of crystal chandeliers on the roof, the light in the room was faintly green, giving people a feeling of a group of demons dancing.

On the wall facing the door of the conference room, there is a reproduction oil painting nearly twenty feet high, "The Enthroned Statue of the Empress of the Empire", with a crystal ball in her left hand and a scepter in her right hand. The queen of the crown squinted her eyes, looking fiercely at everyone in the huge conference room.

As soon as Qiao entered the door, he saw the huge one, which is quite famous in the mainland of Medland, because the protagonist's gaze is too fierce, and the things she has done over the years have been degraded by other countries as a "warmonger enthroned to the throne". painting.

　　 On the right side of the long rosewood table that was cleaned up in the meeting room, outside the pink mermaid door the night before, the beautiful woman in red dress, with a gloomy face, was sitting upright on the high-back chair.

　　 Opposite her, there is another woman in a black dress, black hair, black eyes, skin like snow, and her appearance is not inferior to that of a red dress. The temperament of a woman in a black dress is like an iceberg for thousands of years, making people feel chilling.

　　 The two women sat face to face at the conference table, pursing their lips, staring like a knife, silently clashing in the air. When Joe walked into the meeting room, only the two women were still motionless.

　　 At the end of the long conference table, under the Queen's oil painting, sits a middle-aged man with gray hair, gray eyes, and gray lips, with gray hair, gray eyes, and gray lips sitting under the queen's oil painting.

　　 The director of the first room of the Tulum Port Supervision Office, Dantes, who is known as a "mad dog", is a powerful figure who makes all Tulum port officials frightened.

　　 Next to the woman in the red dress, on the seat closer to Dantes, sat an old man in a navy uniform. Joe recognized him, commander of the Imperial Navy Tulum Fleet, the highest commander of the Tulum Naval Port, the honorary principal of the Tulum Port Naval Academy, and the Imperial Rear Admiral Papaxi von Drenburg.

　　 Behind Papathy, close to the oak parapet, a dozen or so uniformed naval officers stood in a row.

　　 Next to the woman in the black dress, in the seat closer to Dantes, sits an old man wearing a tuxedo, wearing a gray-white wig, and taking care of everything, with a gold-framed monocle.

　　The Marquis of Siacques, a deeply resident and simple, has little sense of presence in Tulum Port. It is said that he came to Tulum Port to live in the warm and humid weather in all seasons in order to treat lung diseases.

　　 As far as Joe knows, 30% of the vineyards around Tulum Port are the property of this low-key Marquis. His tentacles also involve the hotel industry, gaming industry, custom entertainment industry and other profiteering industries in Tulum Port. There is even a rumor that the Marquis is also involved in certain ‘social wealth redistribution’ businesses.

　　Behind the Marquis of Siacques stood a few men with ordinary faces, ordinary clothes, and almost no sense of existence.

　　 Their faces are gloomy, their whole bodies exudes a very uncomfortable breath, and the navy officers on the opposite side stare at them.

　　 What surprised Joe was that beside the black dress woman, there was another big figure in Tulum. The commander of the local garrison in Tulum Port, Major General Longgust of the Imperial Army, wearing an iron-grey uniform and a military cap on the conference table in front of him, did not mind his naked Mediterranean baldness, dangling a thin cigar in his mouth. .

　　 There are also a dozen army officers standing in a row behind Longgast, staring at the navy on the opposite side.

　　 In the conference room, there were still some extraordinary people sitting and standing. Many of them were people Joe knew, but there were a few that Joe was not familiar with.

　　 For example, instead of sitting at the conference table, he is standing next to the frame of the floor-to-ceiling window, wearing a pinstriped tuxedo, and even in the room, there is a thin middle-aged man with a curly-brimmed top hat.

　　 Even in the house, even if the sun is shining in Tulum Harbour today, this man is still leaning on an umbrella beside him.

　　This kind of stinky disease, only the ‘gentlemen’ of the Binghai Kingdom can develop this kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder in the continuous rainy years.

　　 Another example is a man in an aristocratic dress sitting at a conference table with a blank face and a blushing face.

　　 Compared with the relatively concise aristocratic dresses of the Derren Empire, the dress on this somewhat blessed man is clearly the style of Lutalia, extremely luxurious, and extremely complicated in craftsmanship. Then he should be from the Gaul Republic.

　　 However, the people in these conference rooms, whether male or female, have bloodshot eyes, and they are all depressed. Obviously, they have not rested for a long time.

Stein took Joe into the conference room. He clapped his hands vigorously and said in a deep voice: "Gentlemen, at the request of the special investigation team, the Tulum Port Police Department has recruited outstanding soldiers to join the investigation team. This is Joe. Rong Weitu, one of the best police officers in Tulum Port, believes his participation will play a huge role in our investigation."

　　Papaxi, who was sitting at the conference table, knocked **** the table: "A little rascal, Stein, you say he is the best policeman in Tulum Port? You are dereliction of duty!"

Papaxi said coldly: "Joe, this little rascal, I know his notoriety. He is an incompetent, rude, rude, cruel, lawless, and wantonly villain who destroys social laws. If not for the malicious indulgence of some people, Protection, he had been on the gallows a long time ago."

　　 Papaxi stared at Joe fiercely: "If he is in the open sea, he will be arrested by the Imperial Navy for piracy, and then hanged on the mast."

　　 Because of the friction between the navy and the police station in Tulum Port these days, Papathy personally went into battle regardless of his identity, and against Stein’s decision, he carried out the most direct and brutal attack on Joe personally.

　　 Longgust coughed while swallowing his cigar, and a burly colonel behind him raised his head and laughed three times ‘hahaha’.

"Incompetent?" The army colonel said loudly: "A man who can easily defeat a dozen'elite' sailors, how can someone dare to say that he is incompetent? If the third-level sergeant Joe Rong Weitu is an incompetent person, Then the Imperial Navy that was defeated by him is scum!"

　　 Papaxi jumped up suddenly and landed a punch on the rosewood conference table, leaving a half-fist mark on the table abruptly. He roared: "Longgst, take care of your lackeys, don't let them talk nonsense! The glory of the Imperial Navy..."

Longgast jumped higher than Papathy. He punched the three-inch-thick rosewood tabletop into a big hole. The two-handedness was the same as Hessian, full of empire traditions, and it was high up. The beard trembled violently.

　　 "The glory of the Imperial Navy is the bombardment of Tulum Harbor?"

　　 "Is there any glory for the Imperial Navy? Is there any more? Ah, who will be responsible for the sacrificed police? Who will be responsible for the innocent citizens who died?"

　　 Longgust slapped the table vigorously, and roared hoarsely: "Who will sacrifice for the innocent, the officer of the Imperial Army Military Intelligence Bureau is responsible?"

　　Papaxi's eyes raised, and he hissed: "Responsibility, not in the Navy!"

　　Papasi was a little embarrassed, and yelled very vainly: "The old fort has been converted into a military-civilian joint management. Now it is a tourist attraction, not a military management zone!"

　　 Longgust said angrily: "Then, those heavy artillery shells were also the ones that they grew wings and flew out of the navy warehouse by themselves?"

　　 Papaxi's face is red, like a frog in anger, his belly constantly bulges and shrinks, and he can't speak anymore.

The Marquis of Siacques took off the monocle on the bridge of his nose and said coldly: "So, this is the reason why we formed a special investigation team. Find out the main body of responsibility and see who should bear it. The Imperial Intelligence Headquarters The elite of China cannot be sacrificed for no reason."

　　 Standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, the tall man from the Ice Sea Kingdom said dryly: "I agree with Your Excellency Seak. This incident is a provocation to the Ice Sea Kingdom."

The tall man put his hands on his chest, his two long legs flicked, and said with a bit of annoyance: "The staff of the Kingdom’s Third Military Investigation Bureau are just performing their daily duties. Security reporting for the actions of the United States, this is an extremely normal and very necessary routine information exchange. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

　　 Spreading his hands, the tall man said angrily: "A group of elites died inexplicably because of shelling. Someone must take responsibility."

A middle-aged man who stood in the corner of the conference room, even Joe hadn’t noticed him just now, didn’t have much sense of presence. Whether it was clothing or manners, he was obviously a middle-aged man who was just a small person. He raised his right hand very humblely. , Yelled cautiously.

　　 "The great Mu is above, no matter who is responsible, please give the Kingdom of Saint Xia an account!"

"The consulate general in Port Tulum of the Kingdom of Saint Xia, from the consul general to the most common employees, except for the staff on duty left by the consulate... a total of 178 people, they are just holding a pink mermaid, it is normal. The Mid-Autumn Night Celebration Ball!"

　　 The man's face was red, and he screamed, "This is a provocation to the Kingdom of Saint Xia! The entire consulate is over!"

　　 Joe rolled his eyes.

　　 The Consulate General of the Kingdom of Saint Xia was caught in a pot?

　　 Kindly Muteste!

　　 The man wearing a gorgeous aristocratic dress with a flushed face finally found a chance to speak up.

"You can't postpone the excuses like this. You must give an account to the 27 respectable lords and 27 legitimate and reasonable investors of the Gaul Republic... The pink mermaid, the loss of fixed assets exceeds one million gold marks, The joint compensation exceeds 2.8 million gold marks, the loss of human resources exceeds 1.5 million gold marks, and the loss of lost work exceeds two million gold marks!"

　　 The man is like an angry rooster, swaying his body crazy and epileptic, waving a blank sheet of paper, and yelling hysterically.

　　 "Losing money!"

　　 "Losing money!!"

　　 "Losing money!!!"