Chapter 223

"Mr. carpenter, it seems that you are not popular. Someone wants to kill you!"

Joe took Cabernet to hide behind a cinder hill, holding a rusty metal plate as a shield to block his head.

On the high-altitude hot-air balloon, several men dropped their flint rifles after launching, grabbed the two barrel short flint blunders, and hit Joe's hiding position again.

Then, several dark objects about the size of human heads were dropped from the hot-air balloon. There was a faint spark burning rapidly on it. Several loud "boom" noises were heard. The bomb exploded between the slag hills, and countless slag and garbage were blown away.

"They want to kill me?" he snapped, shivering with anger? Somebody tried to kill me? Asshole Don't let me know who Asshole You are also a jerk... "

Caben yelled at Joe.

Joe wasn't used to him. Caben yelled. He slapped him back and threw him on the ground.

In the distance, the man who had just negotiated with Joe yelled: "who is it? Who is it? Stop it! Stop it

In more and more people, suddenly someone whistled.

A large group of people suddenly surged forward, and a voice roared: "save Lord Capone, one million gold marks A million It's all my bandits, kinmark

The fire of the flint shot was like the explosion of beans, and the lead bullets were flying all over the sky with a "whoosh" sound.

A hundred or so of Joe's subordinates were hiding behind the crude defense line, and the lead bullets hit the temporary barriers, making a dull sound and splashing a large amount of dust.

Fang and several family elders calmly command the subordinates to fight back. Dense bullets are constantly sprayed out, and occasionally mixed with several strong crossbows and crossbows in it, effectively deterring those impulsive militia and making them hesitate to approach in the distance.

High in the air, the balloon again dropped the bomb.

The man on the balloon, skillfully and quickly reloaded, was down from the ground, and the crude defense line arranged for the toothband was a random fight. Several lead bullets were fired on hard objects, and two guards of the Rittal family were shot in the arms, and a cry of pain was heard.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of a little confusion in the defense line, a group of people from the front of the militia suddenly rushed out, accelerated their pace and rushed towards this side, and threw two small bombs in the distance.

"Asshole!"

Joe let out a roar, and he sprang to his feet like a giant flea, more than 200 feet high. Then he took a deep breath, and the knight's power in the sea of energy rolled. His right fist was like a heavy gun, and he hit the hot air balloon less than 300 feet from the ground.

The scarlet fist Gang flies out, and the fist shadow with the size of feet in diameter roars away and hits the hanging basket under the hot-air balloon.

With a loud noise, Quan Gang explodes, and the basket is smashed by Quan gang. Several men in the basket are also shattered to pieces. The gas tank in the basket exploded and exploded into a fire ball with a radius of 100 feet, wrapping the whole balloon in.

A large flame fell from the sky, and all kinds of fragmentary fragments in the basket "jingling" to the ground.

Joe drew an arc and landed lightly on the top of a muck mountain. Looking at the torch and lantern used in the distance, he growled: "if you want to die, I will help you!"

At Joe's feet was a piece of slag, five or six feet round, weighing nearly ten thousand pounds.

He grabbed the slag, which was covered with numerous pores and cracks, and threw it out.

A group of strong men waving short guns and swords are charging towards this side in a disorderly way. The slag falls in front of them, and the brittle and hard slag explodes and turns into countless thumb sized fragments.

The debris roared, like the shrapnel from the field artillery, madly plunged into the crowd.

Dozens of brawling and clamorous men, who madly stir up militiamen's emotions, collapsed in a howl. With Joe's great blessing, the slag fragments pierced their bodies like arrows, carrying blood arrows.

A figure darted out of the darkness. His teeth waved their swords and rushed to the ranks of the wounded and fallen men. One of them caught the man who was leading the noise and grabbed his neck. Three or five strides rushed back to the rear of the defense line.

The militiamen in all directions were frightened by Qiao's sudden attack. They held their weapons tightly and looked at the slag mountain in the darkness one by one, and stopped at the same place at a loss.

"Arrest them I want to know who is behind them. " The man who had just negotiated with Joe roared angrily and issued several orders in succession.

Then a gas lamp left the crowd, and a determined middle-aged man in uniform, with a cigarette in his mouth, marched hundreds of feet forward to the slag hill where Joe was.

"I'm Martin, chief of police in Ruhr Martin Williams. " The middle-aged man raised the gas lamp in his hand. He looked up at the top of the slag hill, his figure was drowned in the dark and said in a solemn voice: "you don't want things to get out of hand, do you?"? Yeah? First lieutenant, your honor Joe jongwitt? "

There was a slight noise behind Martin.Joe looked at Martin curiously: "do you know who I am?"

Martin laughed: "mark is my man. I sent him to be your guide I'm not sure But when I saw you, your figure and your police rank let me know that it must be you

"Officer Joe, you are a glorious imperial policeman. You will not do anything against the law, will you?" Martin said gently, "there must be some misunderstanding. There must be some misunderstanding between you and Mr. caben."

"It's Mark's dereliction of duty. If he's with you, it won't happen So, we can have a good talk You can make any reasonable terms. "

A group of police slowly walked out of the crowd. Step by step, they came to the injured men and stopped a little. Seeing that there was no movement on Joe's side, they quickly took out the handcuffs and shackles, tied them firmly, and then dragged them to the rear for treatment.

These big men are suspected of "conspiring to kill" caben. It can be imagined that their fate will not be much better.

Joe stood on the top of the muck, hands akimbo, looking down at Martin hundreds of feet away, holding up the gas lamp in his right hand.

Martin was dressed in casual clothes, but he had a gold badge on his chest. This guy was a third class general - his rank was equal to that of a major general in the army.

Frowning and thinking for a while, Joe said in a deep voice, "director Martin, I'm still the old saying. I'm going to take people to Bucharest. This is my only condition. There is no room for discussion. "

"This officer." On Joe's right, at the top of a dreary hill, Carl Jon Bucher, who had been deliberating in Bucher castle, appeared quietly. Carl, dressed in black and wearing a black hat, bowed to Joe and said in a deep voice, "is it necessary for you to insist on entering Bucharest?"

Joe's pupils narrowed into a line.

He has been observing the movement around him, but Carl was able to get so close quietly This guy's strength is much better than that of Cabernet.

He quickly looked back and found that lanhibiscus had already stood beside him, and a knife blade in his hand was against his neck, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Carl is wearing the family badge of the Bucharest family, which clearly shows his identity. Joe was a little shocked. He didn't have much time to make a sound. People of the Bucharest family would be able to find here. This shows how powerful the Buchares are in Ruhr.

This kind of reaction efficiency is much better than those big families in port Tulun.

Is this the biggest difference between the imperial power that has been passed down for hundreds of years and the upstarts in port Tulun?

Karl went on to say, "the Bucharest are loyal to the Empire, if you do..."

Carl didn't finish.

Because in the crowd, in the dense militia troops, the crowd left and right, there were two 100 millimetre caliber field guns. Two militiamen, whose faces were painted with black ink, put their small torches on the fire door, and the two field guns immediately roared.

More than a hundred large-sized shotguns with a piercing whistling sound, head to face of Carl standing on the top of the muck.

Carl uttered an angry curse. A cold disc rolled up around him. A soft sword four feet long broke through the air with a piercing sound, splitting the shrapnel attacking him.

When the light of the sword whirled, dozens of shrapnel turned into thousands of pieces, and Carl hissed: "catch them! Asshole, I'm going to skin you

In the crowd, dozens of Burchell's subordinates in black jumped into the air and rushed at two militiamen who fired guns.

The two militiamen grinned and grinned hard.

By the time the butchels' subordinates rushed to them, the two militiamen had spat out black blood and fell to the ground. A Burchell family guard crouched down, pressed his fingers on their necks and hearts, and then gently shook his head.

"How did these two guns come from?" In the crowd, the head of the buchael family's guard yelled.

Torches and lanterns were all around, and the crowd was bustling. No one could tell when these two guns were set up here, and which group of people appeared after the two militia who took poison and killed themselves.

Several butchell family guards, holding torches, looked at the tails of the two field guns.

At the rear of the gun, there was a grinding trace about the size of a palm, the factory number of the field gun and the information of the foundry factory, which were all polished off.

In the jargon of Ruhr, these are two "black guns"!

A few minutes later, Carl, who received the message, yelled at Joe, "officer, someone's using what you've caused to mix up the water In the interests of you and the Bucharest family, we should... "

Boom!

In the fire, several chimneys were seen to collapse.The sound of the explosion was accompanied by a gust of wind, setting off a large amount of smoke and dust.

Then, the dense gunfire sounded like peanuts, and an inexplicable battle broke out in Ruhr city

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