Chapter 35

Myers and his entourage were stopped by the wits' subordinates.

"You can't get through here." A guard leader of the witus family seized the muzzle of Myers' mount.

Joe held his baton high in his hand, and was about to take Yanan's head.

He looked back and looked at Myers two hundred feet away.

Red hair, red eyes, delicate moustache, neat and decent, upper material tuxedo, wearing a high top round hat, hands wearing white silk gloves. This dress is a little bit of the demeanor of the gentlemen in the ice sea kingdom.

"You should take a carriage, not a horse." Joe curled his lips.

Tuxedo, bowler hat, this kind of dress is suitable to attend the serious reception, but is not suitable for riding galloping.

When he came up in such a straight suit and stabbed Joe to stop doing things, Joe's first impression of this Meles was terrible.

Taking a deep breath, Joe decided not to pay attention to this Meles. He shook his shoulders and his right arm expanded a little bit. He looked at Yanan, who was covered with cold sweat and tears, and grinned.

He was about to wave his baton and stop Myers' guard. The leader suddenly grunted, staggered back a dozen steps, and knocked down several of the Rittal guards standing behind him.

Joe's face darkened. He straightened up, put down his baton and looked at Myers.

Just now, Meles gave the head of the guard a kick, just in the heart, did not expect that Meles would suddenly hand, the guard leader knot firmly hit a foot, when he stopped, he "poof" a sound, spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Joe Jone Vito What do you want to do? " Meles spurred forward two steps, and then reluctantly reined in the mount.

On the road, on the side of the road, and on the roof of the house that had just been attacked, hundreds of armed sailors of the witus raised their spears and blunders, all aiming at Meles.

Meles took a deep look at the armed sailors and yelled at Joe.

And a dozen of his followers, all with a cold smile, jumped off the mount one after another, pressing their palms on their swords around their waists.

"Master Qiao, don't make trouble for the witus." With a touch of his right forefinger and his delicate moustache on his upper lip, with a hint of aristocratic pride, Myers gently shook his index finger to Joe.

"This Asian is indeed a diplomat of the kingdom of St. HIA." "You're doing an extremely dangerous thing, and you're going to make the whole Rittal family pay," Meles sneered

Joe stepped on Yanan's chest. He looked at Myers and said in a deep voice, "I'm catching thieves. I don't know any bullshit diplomat. Well, the Foreign Affairs Office of the imperial Ministry of foreign affairs in port Tulun? The first room director? "

Joe remembered. He had a faint impression.

Hessen and his old friends talk about the various forces in port TURUN at occasional private parties.

The Foreign Affairs Office of the imperial Ministry of foreign affairs in port Tulun is an extremely detached department. In terms of the division of powers, he has no connection with the departments under the city hall of port Tulun.

However, once the foreign affairs department issues an official letter, all the subordinate departments of the city hall of port Tulun must cooperate with them unconditionally. In other words, the office of foreign affairs has no real power, and it has enough power to influence the whole port of Tulun.

Even the officials of the foreign affairs office do not have much communication with the upper circles in port Tulun.

More than 90% of these guys came from the imperial capital, belonging to the aristocratic circle at the top of the imperial capital. In port Tulun, the busiest daily business for them is to attend banquets, cocktail parties, dances or other gatherings of various consulates.

Meles stretched out his hand and pressed it on the shoulders of the two guards of the witus, who were in the way. With a slight force from left to right, he pushed them to one side. The two guards, who had opened up the sea of strength and energy, were pushed back several steps by him.

The subordinates of the Rittal family on the scene subconsciously pulled their fingers on the trigger.

"I am the count of the Empire." Meles was about six feet three inches tall, much higher than the guards of the wits. He crossed the crowd and looked at Joe with a smile: "no matter what name you are doing and what you are doing, shooting at the imperial nobles is bound to hurt your family."

"Let him in." Joe heaved a heavy breath.

Even though his heart was full of anger, Joe still maintained his rare clarity and reason.

Meles had no fear and fear, as if walking in the venue of a cocktail party, and walked gracefully in front of Joe. He took off the silk glove of his right hand and held out his hand to Joe.

Joe gave a dry cough, hung the baton on to his belt, then wiped his wet hair with two big fat hands, and took Myers' white and pink palm heavily and shook it vigorously.

"You're just in time." Joe was sweating, and his wet, greasy palms gripped Myers' hand.

Meles's face twitched violently, and his hand jerked hard, with a Shua, like a nimble fish, and forced it out of Joe's big, fat hand.Joe's palm skin was burning, and he couldn't help looking at Myers in horror.

This tall little white faced man has great strength in his hands.

The head of the guard, who had just been kicked by Meles and staggered back more than ten steps, coughed. He patted a leather knife belt obliquely pierced in his chest, and pulled out a lengthened and weighted throwing dagger from it.

Meles had just kicked the dagger with his toe, and the dagger made of fine steel obviously bent down.

Joe saw the movement of the guard leader and knew it was a reminder to himself.

Meles has the power of any foot, and this guy is not as harmless as he looks.

"After the mid autumn massacre, I have been paying attention to the wind and grass near kumquat hills." Meles took a white cotton handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his right hand hard, and handed it to his entourage.

Putting on his gloves again, Myers looked down at Yanan, whose limbs were twisted and his face covered with sweat and tears, and said in a cold voice, "this is the sacred duty entrusted to me by the Empire. I must ensure the safety of diplomats in port Tulun. Whether it's personal safety or their personal dignity, I have to make sure that it's not violated. "

Myers reached out his right hand, and his finger gently touched Joe's chest three times: "and you, Joe Jon Vito, officer three of port Toulon police station, what are you doing? Look at you. What are you doing

YA'NAN, lying on the ground, gasped for breath. Joe's big feet were on his chest, and his breath became short.

"Monsieur Meles, they have ignored the public law of foreign affairs, stormed into my private house and killed my subordinates without any reason. They all have official diplomatic status of Saint HIA."

"In this regard, I will propose to the Foreign Ministry of the Durham empire..."

Yanan's words can't finish, because Joe's big foot Ya son severely stepped on his face. Thick soled leather boots inlaid with steel rolled over his face and choked his mouth.

"You want to keep him safe? So, who will guarantee the safety of our citizens in port Tulun? " Joe looked down and looked down at Meles, who was a long head shorter than himself. "He sent people to shoot me in the street!"

"Evidence!" Meles raised his head without flinching, looking at Joe like a knife: "evidence! Sergeant three, Joe! Evidence

Joe was silent.

Bullshit evidence.

What evidence can he have?

Can he say that he has awakened to some kind of "crimson" miracle. Is he tracking the trace of killing intention in the air according to the magic power of "crimson eye"?

This can't be evidence.

Meles laughed, but in his red eyes, there was a fierce flash of fire: "no evidence? Sergeant Joe, do you know what happens to you? "

Myers shook his head and said, "I can tell you plainly that even if you have evidence that Mr. Yanan planned a personal attack on you, he can only be extradited to the kingdom of St. HIA for trial under the laws of the kingdom."

"And you, without any evidence, have brazenly attacked a country's diplomats Whether his position is high or low As long as my report is sent back to the Ministry of foreign affairs, such a vicious incident will directly attract her Majesty's attention. All diplomatic disputes arising from this will be borne by the witus family. "

Joe pulled out the red cover of the special investigation team.

"No use!" Myers picked his chin: "this is a special investigation certificate issued by your port Tulun. It has no binding power on my foreign affairs office."

Joe opened his papers and showed the scarlet inspector's seal on the first page.

Myers was silent for a while, then, with a grin on his face, he said, "inspector general, it's a little tricky But you don't have evidence. You don't have any evidence. And even the inspection office, they will never violate the public law of foreign affairs! "

"Remember the foundation of the agency's existence? Swear to defend all laws and regulations! And the public law of foreign affairs is also within the scope of their defense. In any case, you have wounded the Lord Yanan, and you have killed his entourage. "

Myers patted Joe gently on the chest and said gently, "so please let go of Mr. Yanan, and then sincerely apologize to him. Finally, be prepared for all the bad consequences. Sergeant Joe, do you understand me

Joe pondered for a while.

He looked down at Yanan, who was lying on the ground, and then looked at Myers standing in front of him. Then he raised his head and looked at a dozen foreign affairs office attendants standing behind him.

In Joe's eyes, a touch of crimson shimmered.

Meles suddenly felt cold in his heart. He gritted his teeth and said, "what do you want to do, Joe?"

"He planned the attack on me He even planned the attack on my mother and sister. " Qiao said in a deep voice: "bullshit" public law of foreign affairs. No one can threaten my family and live well. ""Even if he is a diplomat?"

As soon as Joe's right leg was forced, Yanan's cheek bone made a clear crack sound.

With a loud bang, Myers hit Joe in the stomach. Joe felt a sharp pain in his stomach and flew back in the air.

With one punch from Myers, Joe, who is three times bigger than himself, easily flies nearly a hundred feet!

WOW!

When Joe flew back more than 20 feet, he began to spit blood.

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