Chapter 511

TIFFA and Wilma are standing at the door of the tavern. According to Joe's instructions, they are going to the big table by the window that Joe likes.

It's a coincidence that MAG came in.

Before Tifa and Weima moved, he came in shivering. He was a little bit staggered and ran into Tifa with his back to him.

Old lady Mary frowned.

Joe subconsciously reached out and rubbed his chin.

MAG, ha, MAG! He recognized the guy.

Assistant professor of the Second Polytechnic University.

At the same time, he was also Maiken's mentor - Maiken, the unfortunate one, who was sacrificed by MIA and Miko, eventually became a head and hundreds of body evil things, and became the core of the evil power of the evil sacrificial array that caused the turbulence of the imperial capital.

Michael, an excellent student of the Second Polytechnic University, has a simple and firm belief, a firm and fanatical feeling for his motherland, and a firm belief that industry can make the Empire great again.

In his life, how did he meet with the archdiocese heresy of corrosive spirit like Mia and Miko?

Obviously, Miken should not have any intersection with Mia and Miko at all.

However, he became a key link in the turmoil of the imperial capital.

So

These days, when Heidelberg is "normal" and "extremely abnormal", Joe has used a lot of manpower to conduct a thorough background investigation on the people around him.

Everyone else is normal, but Marge is a little abnormal.

because Joe used many hands, all aspects of the staff, he even borrowed from Salian issued to his orders, secretly mobilized the Intelligence Department of the Army Department's eye liner, through Vergara M's relationship, the Ministry of supervision's dark line, omni-directional investigation of Marge.

MAG was like a pool of clear water, and he couldn't find out any problems.

As an adult man, he does not smoke, drink, whore or gamble. He has been living a boring life in the classrooms, laboratories and dormitories of the second University for many years.

His clothes are simple and his life is simple. As a teaching assistant of the second University, Marge is well paid and subsidized, but his life is as simple as an ascetic. He doesn't even eat much meat. He's a vegetarian with little desire.

His interpersonal relationship is very simple. As a teaching assistant, he never attached himself to the top of the second university. It seems that he never thought about promoting from a teaching assistant to a full professor. Basically, he doesn't attend his colleagues' gatherings very much. Even if he does occasionally, he just has a taste. He usually leaves early.

He is very conscientious. He is very devoted to the job of educating students. Among the students he brought out, many of them have already made their mark in the industrial circle of the Empire.

He is very capable. Under his name, there are more than twenty patents on machinery. For example, a new type of boring machine invented by him two years ago increased the processing efficiency of Empire related industries by 27% out of thin air.

The patent of this new boring machine brings more than one million gold marks to MAG every year!

As I said before, Marge's life is very simple, simple and almost ascetic.

He donated all the money anonymously to the orphanage and workhouse of the church, or to the poor students, or to upgrade the hardware of his laboratory.

This guy is more like a saint than Saint Attila.

At least according to the results of the investigation, this guy's character is perfect!

Especially in the previous turmoil in the imperial capital, this guy also risked the risk of gas pipeline explosion and saved hundreds of people on the street. His heroic deeds even won special commendation from the second university!

Well, this is a perfect man indeed!

That's the problem.

Hessen, Mr. sgens, and the old wits all vowed that there is no man who doesn't cheat!

At first glance, a man who doesn't have any bad hobbies must have something more secret, more shady and more incredible!

Smoking, drinking, women, or whatever Even if you have a cat, a dog, or a bird, a man should have a hobby. A man without any of the above hobbies, too perfect, it seems a bit false.

In reality, there should not be such a perfect person, you are not sacred, you always have a little problem!

I watched MAG come in shivering and cold.

Look at the cheap woollen coat on his body, whose cuffs and elbows have been fluffy, and look inside his coat, which is also old and has been a little damaged in the corner

If you think about it again, the 20 patents in this guy's name bring him more than 5 million gold marks of patent fee every year!fantastic!

MAG came in, stumbled and tripped. He threw himself forward and ran into Tifa.

Joe whistled softly.

The blonde waitress, with Joe's bearskin coat in her hand, and several other maids exclaimed at the same time, "be careful!"

Mag's eyes widened and she ran into Tifa with a look of panic.

Then his expression suddenly became extremely twisted and strange.

Without looking back, Tifa took off the mallet which was hanging on his waist, and with a backhand, he shot at mag's face.

The electricity flashed, and a thunderstorm shook the windows of the tavern. A strong current of air rushed in the tavern. TIFFA's hammer hit MAG in the face and knocked him to the ground.

Marge's high nose was a little deformed, and blood was gushing out of his nostrils.

He fell to the ground wailing, his body twitching uncontrollably.

Joe rolled his eyes, bad luck guy, poor guy, brain broken guy - those dandies in port Toulon, I don't know how many people, how many fantastic ideas, want to get close to Tifa.

What unexpected encounter, what unexpected crash Some people even put their calves under the wheels of Tifa's carriage on their way home from work, letting the wheels crush their calves, so as to get close to Tifa.

But what happened?

Ha ha.

How did Tifa get the title of "iceberg violence girl" in port Toulon?

Poor assistant MAG, why don't you ask?

When MAG enters the door, although his movements seem to be normal, under the surveillance of Joe's "scarlet instinct", he can detect that mag's staggering pace is a little unnatural.

This guy is going for Tifa.

He was, deliberately, trying to bump into Tifa from behind, and then What's the follow-up story?

Ha ha, for your family? This guy, how could he have thought of attacking his sister?

Joe picked up a solid wood stool in front of the counter.

The heavy high stool is made of black pine wood. Heidelberg near the black pine forest, every year for several months in the cold winter, wood is extremely close, hard, high density, hardness comparable to steel.

Joe, with a heavy high stool, strode to Marge, who was paralyzed on the ground. He raised the stool and smashed it down to his calf.

There was a loud bang, and the high stool was smashed on mag's leg.

Mag's trouser legs were smashed by Joe's violent blow, revealing a small half of his furry leg. His calf skin color is very white, Joe's violence hit, unexpectedly did not leave any trace on his calf!

Joe's pupils have shrunk to the size of a needle tip!

This guy is so hard His body fight ability, absolutely reached the level of extraordinary level 6!

Just that hit, Joe knew that, for ordinary people, a leg will definitely be hit into a comminuted fracture.

Mag's legs, but not even her skin color.

This guy

Hehe, the strength Joe just used was much heavier than the hammer that Tifa shot with his backhand. TIFFA's hammer can knock MAG down to the ground with blood all over his face, but Joe's blow can't do any harm to him!

Well done, it's a little too much!

Without waiting for Marge to respond, Joe raised his right foot and stepped on Marge's face.

Old lady Mary narrowed her eyes, and a subtle smile rose from the corner of her mouth.

Joe crushed his big feet. The soles of his hard leather jacket and steel wire were rubbing violently on Marge's face, making a "squeak" sound.

MAG let out a cry of pain, her body twitching like a green worm.

"Merciful muteste What did I do wrong... " Mag's low moan came faintly from the bottom of Joe's boot.

"You intend to attack an imperial judicial officer, and you are even more suspected of molesting women in public." Tifa turned around, holding the mallet and staring at the twitching MAG coldly: "I suspect that you have something to do with the turmoil of the imperial capital the other day Joe, call the police

Weima hides most of her body behind Tifa. She looks at Marge, who is lying on the ground and whose body has stopped twitching, and says in a soft voice: "why do you want to call the police so much trouble? Hessen said, "all those who plot against us, just put them into the wine barrel, pour them with pozzolanic cement and throw them into the sea."

Old lady Mary rolled her eyes and muttered in a low voice, "Oh, oh, what a perfect tutor What a lovely little girl. "

Tifa also rolled his eyes at Weima: "but, Weima, there is no sea here."

Weima's little face was wrinkled. She bit her finger and whispered to herself: "there is no sea, right, this is not port Tulun, so..."Tifa raised his gavel and tapped on Wilma's head. "Did Hessen teach you that? Sinking people into the sea? Well

Weima raised her head and looked at the cold face of Tifa with a brilliant smile.

The door of the tavern was suddenly pushed open, and several young people in student costumes burst in. They saw MAG lying on the ground, one by one with wide eyes, shouting in surprise and anger.

"Miss MAG..."

"What are you doing? What are you doing? "

"Call people, call people Call all the students over! "

Joe rolled his eyes again. This scene seems a little familiar? It seems that when he first came to Heidelberg, someone gave him an unexpected "warm reception" with this skill?

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