Chapter 18

Medland glory calendar, August 17, 1779.

The Royal Naval club in port Toulon is full of voices and curses.

Coming in from the front door of the club is a short corridor. On the luxurious Oak Wall, there are several framed portraits of oil paintings. They are majestic in appearance, wearing stiff uniform and holding a commanding knife. They are the top generals of the Imperial Navy.

At the end of the corridor is an oval hall. The white marble floor is polished as bright as a mirror. In the middle of the hall, there is a huge bronze Imperial Navy emblem with a diameter of more than 20 feet.

On the rough sea surface, a battleship is surrounded by a strong snake body. Nine huge and ferocious snake heads protrude from the top of the battleship. Eighteen scarlet eyes are inlaid with ruby, which is extremely ferocious under the light.

When Joe came in, there were a lot of people sitting on the sofa around the hall against the wall.

In the middle of the hall, nearly a hundred sailors, wearing soft soled leather boots, shorts, sea soul shirts, a pair of ribbon leather soft hats, and carrying short Imperial Navy rifles, formed a neat square array.

The blue and white porcelain vase fell to pieces, and the huge sound made the sailors look back at Joe at the same time.

Joe grabs the attacker who jumps down from the second floor of the hall and throws him out. The expression of a group of sailors becomes extremely strange. Then they drink and scold at the same time.

"Damn Joe, do you dare to call on the door?"

"This is the naval club, not your school of justice, nor the black dog's police station!"

"For the glory of the Imperial Navy, beat him up!"

"Imperial Navy, charge!"

More than a dozen sailors who were closest to Joe yelled and scolded, strode to Joe and punched him.

Joe's eyes widened. "Wow, it's all old friends!"

Joe was familiar with the people who rushed up, and several of them were deeply missed by Joe.

He wasn't bragging just now at the club gate. All the student soldiers of the Naval Academy in port Tulun and all the graduates of the last three years are his old acquaintances!

Under the leadership of Joe, over the past three years, a large-scale group fight has broken out on average once a month at the judicial college and Naval Academy of port Tulun, which has almost become a fixed tradition. The encounter between the students of both sides in the street must happen every few days.

When Joe was still at the judicial college, both sides had their own victories and losses. After all, the Naval Academy was a military establishment, so he had a slight advantage in collective fighting.

But after Joe graduated, the momentum of victory and defeat reversed. In the past month and a half, nearly 100 cadets from the naval academy have been arrested by port Tulun police.

The arrested cadets were charged with various crimes. For example, several of them were unlucky. They walked on the street with good manners and whistled at the passing girls, and then they were arrested by the patrolling police for "plotting violence".

The Naval Academy came forward to look for an important person in the port Tulun police station, but was forced back by the port Tulun police station.

The exasperated senior officers of the Naval Academy directly went to the town hall of port Tulun, and the local court of port Tulun immediately protested to the city hall, and even sent a warning letter to the Naval Academy, warning them of the harmfulness of undermining the judicial justice of the Empire and the serious consequences it might bring.

According to incomplete statistics, today, at this moment, on the opposite side of the street, there are still more than 20 unfortunate men from the Naval Academy in the basement of the police station building in port Tulun.

When enemies meet, they are jealous. More than a dozen of the sailors rushed up to fight with their fists. They were ruthless and had no intention of keeping their hands.

Surrounded by a dozen sailors, Joe had no room to dodge. The sailors beat around Joe, and his fists fell like raindrops, which made Joe's flesh ripple.

The sound of belly, thigh, buttocks, waist, fist pounding fat makes a sound, and Joe can raise his arms and protect his head.

But in a flash, Joe grinned grimly and didn't feel the pain?

Joe himself was very fat, and ordinary people's fists didn't hurt him. After opening up the sea of strength, the strength soars, and the various functions of the body also soar.

At the moment, Joe, not to mention the fist, is an ordinary iron bar, it is difficult to hurt him.

Joe grinned, released his arms, lowered his head, and was rocking under his eyelids with a leather bonnet.

Most of these sailors are indigenous people around port Tulun. Their average height is no more than five feet and seven inches, and six feet tall is among them standing out. Joe was already nearly seven feet two inches. After opening up the sea of strength, he grew more than two inches overnight.

The sailors beat around Joe like a group of smart monkeys, surrounded by a wild bear!

"Ha ha ha ha!" Joe laughed and waved his big hand. His thick palm was like a bear's paw. He grabbed the skipping mariner and threw it back gently.

The door of the club was open. Eight sailors were looking into the door. Two of them flew out with the sound of the wind breaking. The guard of the Navy retreated quickly.The two sailors hurled themselves into the street.

Then there were two more, two more, two more, three or five breaths, and Joe threw a dozen sailors who surrounded him roughly out of the club.

The sailors in the hall were in a commotion, and several impulsive guys grabbed their rifles.

"Bang"!

A gunshot came from the second floor of the hall, followed by a "clanging" sound. In the middle of the high circular dome of the hall, the large crystal chandeliers with complicated and exquisite shapes were shaking in disorder. Large pieces of crystal fragments fell down, hitting all the sailors in the line below one by one holding their heads.

The original exquisite crystal chandelier was missing a large piece. Joe looked up and whistled subconsciously.

According to his estimation, the cost price of this crystal chandelier is more than 10000 gold marks. In the past, the value of this chandelier has been knocked out by at least 80%.

On the corridor facing the hall on the second floor, a bald man leaned out, holding a cigarette shrapnel in his right hand, pointing at the stunned sailors and yelling: "what do you want to do? Attacking the police is a felony! "

Crystal chandelier water pieces in the smooth marble floor around, disorderly fly, the hall reverberates with the "jingling" crisp sound.

On the second floor corridor, an angry voice sounded: "Stein, asshole, do you dare to shoot in my territory? Asshole, attacking the police is a felony. What's the charge of attacking imperial soldiers? "

In the hall, several men in casual clothes, who had been lazily leaning on the sofa, laughed at the same time.

"In the name of law, I swear, it was these sailors who first attacked Sergeant Joe Jung Vito!" a middle-aged man, thin, shriveled, slightly hunched, with a big eagle hook nose on his triangular face, cried out: "in the name of law, I swear, it was these Marines who first attacked Sergeant Joe Yung Vito!"

The gloomy man opened his clothes and revealed a pair of delicate steel handcuffs on his belt.

"In the name of the law, imperial police captain Allen abbey is willing to testify that these sailors not only attacked the police, but also attacked the imperial aristocracy."

Allen Abbey, the first rank police officer, blinked at Joe, and asked with dignity and justice: "Sergeant Joe Jung ritto, do you want to sue them with the imperial Public Order Act, or do you want to use the imperial aristocracy act to prosecute them?"

Outside the gate, on the street, the first one attacked Joe. Joe threw him out of the street. The hapless man who had fallen for a long time without breathing struggled to get up. He shook his body and walked back to the club step by step. He just heard the words of police captain Allen.

"I protest I... "

The high bridge of his nose was tilted in half, and there was constant dripping of blood in his nostrils. Messingrad Jone wells screamed angrily, "I The wells family Meissing... "

Joe looked back at the wretched fellow, the wells family. He was an old enemy. It's no wonder that the vase just smashed down didn't leave any hands.

In the corridor on the second floor, the voice of Stein, who had just roared wildly, sounded again: "come on, drag this fool out. Lock up, lock up, the smallest black room, for a week, for a week!"

"Gentlemen, gentlemen, restrain your subordinates, restrain your subordinates Damn it. What the hell is this? Stein, you bastard, I remember your shot

From the corridor on the left side of the hall, two gendarmes sprang out of the corridor on the left side of the hall. Several strides rushed to him, covered his mouth and dragged him violently into the corridor.

Mediterranean baldness, big donkey face, Eagle nose, triangular eyes, thin lips, gray green eyes, the color of the eyes is like a stinky ditch, the whole face is not like a good man, port Toulon police chief Stan shrugged his shoulders, gave the short gun in his hand to a uniformed policeman nearby, and then waved to Joe.

"Joe, come up!"

"This is not someone's private territory, this is the land of the Empire In the name of law, there is no extrajudicial land on the land of the Empire. "

Stein shook his head triumphantly, and his bare head reflected a layer of oil in the light.

"Come up, Joe. In the name of imperial law, no one can harm a good policeman who is honest, kind, self-restraint, law-abiding, and professional under the eyes of old Stein! "

Qiao chuckled happily. Director Stein, Hessen's old boss, a small shareholder of Rittal family rose chamber of Commerce, and his wife, Mrs. Stein, were also Lila's best friend. The monthly dance held by the witus family is not a match for the couple.

More private, and less well known, Stein was Joe's godfather!

He flicked the brass helmet on the top of the warhead and sorted out his uniform, which was a bit messy by a series of fists. Joe said in a loud voice, "Dear secretary, of course, I am a good policeman!"

"Poof," he spits on the ground. Joe holds his head high and walks through the sailors in the hall. In their angry eyes, Shi Shiran walks into the arc-shaped corridor facing the gate, and walks briskly to the second floor of the club.

The cloister on the second floor was covered with thick blue wool blanket.On the spacious corridor, a large number of people in black, iron gray, light blue uniform gathered together, one by one, looking at Joe with different eyes.

Stein stood in front of a beautifully carved oak gate at the end of the corridor and waved to Joe.

"Here, Joe As one of the best police officers in port Tulun, you are entitled to attend this meeting. "

Around Stein, a burly, middle-aged man in a navy uniform stares at Joe fiercely.

"Yes, your honor." Joe walked up to Stein with his head up and his eyes fixed.

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