Chapter 4

"In the name of the law, damned little thief, stop!"

With a shoulder on his head, Joe knocked down two men whose faces were flushed. With his right hand waving a heavy lead filled baton, he strode fiercely, and with more strength, he roared loudly at the top of his voice.

His voice was so loud that half the street could hear him.

Several policemen, also in black police uniforms and grey tinplate high helmets, and carrying oak batons, pushed out of the crowd, keeping up with Joe's whistle in their mouths, and chased down victory Street, south of the Queen's Square.

The port of Tulun is located in the south of the Empire. The climate is humid and hot all the year round. Compared with the northern territory of the Empire, the people in port Tulun and the surrounding 30 provinces were not tall. According to the ice sea Kingdom commonly used in the mainland, most of the young men here were 5-foot-45-6-12-inch tall, and most of them were tall and thin.

Joe, who was running down the street, was over seven feet two inches tall.

With abundant nutrition since childhood, a large amount of beef, milk and seafood intake, coupled with the folk custom of the Dylan Empire, Qiao began to eat with beer from the age of less than ten. So Joe was big and round, and with his bulging beer belly, he looked like a fat bear in the crowd!

Joe galloped down the crowded street, giving the illusion that the streets were shaking and shaking. Wherever the strong body goes, the people in front of him, regardless of men, women, old and young, all panic out of the way.

It was too late to avoid, was run down by Joe mercilessly, triggered a series of exclamations and curses.

The two teenagers in front of them twisted their faces and ran away in terror.

But the turbulent Street made them not get up quickly. They turned back from time to time. Under the light of the gas street lamp, Joe, who was a long head higher than the crowd, was so eye-catching and dazzling.

Joe raised his right arm high and waved his heavy baton.

The heavy baton broke through the air and made a "whoosh" sound, which could be heard clearly from a distance of more than 20 meters, and was full of deterrent power.

Joe's boots were inlaid with heavy steel plates at the bottom. His heavy step on the solid paving stone, issued a dull "Dong Dong" sound.

The two teenagers were like fish leaving the water with their mouths wide open and gasping hard, and their eyes almost jumped out of their eyes. They hysterically pull in front of the men and women, in the crowded crowd to find a hard way to escape.

Run through the small half of Shengli Street and turn to the west to get to rongjunyuan street.

Running west along the somewhat remote rongjunyuan street, two teenagers, panting and spitting, ran south into the Ranger street.

On the night of mid autumn, the Queen's square can not accommodate all the residents of port Tulun. Around the Queen's Square, the city hall of port Tulun has set up many branch venues for celebration.

Through the Ranger street, you come to the brightly lit fleet street. Just at the intersection of the two streets, dozens of gas lamps shine brightly on a wooden stage.

A group of men and women with flashy clothes and heavy make-up are playing the complicated and chaotic love story of a group of noble youths with gorgeous opera voice on the stage.

A large number of port Tulun residents with sausage and beer cups were gathered around the stage. The crowd was filled with laughter, banter, and screams of surprise and joy when the girls were taken advantage of by strangers.

Two unlucky youths with poor mouth ran here, already covered with sweat, white complexion, two legs were shaking violently.

Bony and bony, they had exhausted their last strength in their desperate flight. Looking at the crowded, almost impassable crowd ahead, the two teenagers can not help but show a despairing expression.

"No, I don't want to go back to that damned dungeon." A young man began to cry.

"Go in one more time and I'll die in it." Another teenager's body swayed, subconsciously covering his face with his hand.

The police station in port Tulun is notorious. For these small fish who live in the bottom of the society, the prison where the police temporarily detains criminals is undoubtedly the most terrible hell in their hearts.

Joe, who was also panting and covered with sweat on his round face, was less than five meters away from them.

Stop feet, Joe hands akimbo, squint, black eyes ruthlessly stare at two teenagers five meters away, stretch out the thumb of the right hand, a gesture of cutting throat. Then he turned around and walked toward a mobile sausage stand under a street lamp.

"Twenty sauerkraut sausages, add more butter and fry well. It was a wonderful night to praise muteste Joe took off the brass helmet on his head, like a hard hound, and put out his tongue.

The owner of the fried sausage stall, a thin man in his forties, looked suspiciously at the two teenagers, then looked at Joe, who stood in front of him like a bear, and laughed happily: "what a beautiful night, officer. Have a cold beer, officer. There are seats here, officer. I'll get you the old Hank's sausages right away, officerThe sound of disorderly footsteps came. Five policemen with gray tinplate helmets, sweating and panting, slowed down and walked towards this side.

Joe whistled.

Five policemen looked at the two stunned teenagers, with a happy smile, took off their helmets, wiped the sweat on their heads, and walked towards the fried sausage stand.

"You are so wise, chief." Five police officers, who were not tall, but were also chubby and had beer bellies, came to Joe's side with a smile. Their big fat butt fell heavily on the petite wooden stool, and then grinded it hard from left to right, giving people the illusion that they would never be separated again tonight.

"A cold beer, boss. I want three sausages. " One policeman snapped his finger at the owner of the fried sausage stall, and the other four policemen also reported their demands one after another.

The fried sausage boss's thin face laughed like a flower. He was busy working. At the same time, he gave a cruel kick to a middle-aged woman behind him: "hurry up, woman, give the police officers the delicious beer brewed by the old hank family's unique secret recipe Stupid woman, come on. "

Joe already had a huge tin plate beer cup in his hand. He took a full two liter beer cup and "Gudong" one mouthful and killed one third of the dark beer in the glass.

He belched with satisfaction. Joe whispered, "wait a minute. I'll take you to a good place. Aha, I must remember, we are catching thieves tonight, catching thieves! We have a lot of witnesses

The five policemen nodded with understanding, took the beer cup handed by the middle-aged woman, and cheered in a low voice: "cheers, for the wise leader!"

On the street, two teenagers who had already been completely desperate were twitching and gradually showed a strange smile. They bent slightly, quietly into the stream of people, and then quickly disappeared.

Sauerkraut sauerkraut "squeaks" on the hot iron plate. The air is filled with a rich smell of grease. The pungent smell of seasoned garlic juice stimulates the appetite of six conscientious police officers, which makes them have a big appetite.

Chewing on the rich fried sausage, Joe was satisfied and completely untied the armed belt around his waist.

"It was a perfect night. Wait a minute. We'll have some fun. " He picked up the huge glass and drank the remaining half of the beer.

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