Chapter 261

October 27, 7:30 a.m.

Joe and his classmates lined up in a neat line, singing a high pitched military song, and walked into the North canteen of the judicial University.

Of course, Joe was in the line again.

He sounds familiar with these military songs, but he can't sing them. So walking in the line, Joe's face was a little red, and he was a little embarrassed.

In the imperial judicial University, only the police academy carries out military management.

When Joe lined up to enter the canteen, there were already many students from other colleges sitting in the North canteen. They were talking and laughing in a low voice. The spacious canteen was full of "buzz".

On the first and second floors of the North canteen, there is a large area reserved for the police academy.

Freshmen like Joe and sophomores eat on the first floor, while seniors and seniors eat on the second floor.

Police college students line up past the tableware shelves, each taking a serving, and then line up to the canteen window. Saud stood by Joe's side and whispered, "Joe, the canteen is full. If it's not enough, you can add Don't waste food, or you'll be fined ten times It will also be deducted daily points, if the circumstances are bad, it will be recorded in the file

"Waste?" "I never waste food Because no matter how much food, I will eat it clean

After practising breathing, Joe's appetite became terrible.

As his physical function continued to strengthen, Joe's demand for food also reached an inhuman level. All kinds of food, almost into his stomach will be completely digested, and now he has no idea where his food limit is.

Waste food?

How could it be!

At last it was Joe's turn.

Joe put the two big plates into the window and beamed at the big, burly dining room lady: "please fill them up Well, this plate is full of fried bacon. The space of this plate is half sausage and half bread... "

"And the little barrel behind you, yes, the five liter bucket. I see fresh milk? That's good. Can you fill it up for me

"By the way, and fried eggs That's good. Give me a hundred fried eggs, please

"Do you have any wine for dinner? No, No drinking in police academy? Well, well, forget it Cut me another piece of boiled beef, thank you Forget it, you don't have to cut it. Just give me the hind leg you have on hand. "

Joe was yelling and swallowing hard, while his stomach kept purring.

Saud stood by with his plate, his face twitching as he watched a few slices of bacon, two sausages, two fried eggs, a piece of beef, and two pounds of black bread.

Nearly seven feet tall, Soder thinks he has the biggest meal in the whole police academy!

A big meal brings a good physique, and sode has always been proud of his strong body.

But after listening to Joe Saud's teeth stuttered and whispered, "Joe, don't fool around. You, you, what do you want?"

Soder subconsciously remembered what Joe had said to SOLIN when he got up in the morning.

This guy doesn't want to get rid of all his daily scores in the morning, is he?

"I'm hungry!" Joe looked back at Soder, and his voice grew louder and louder: "I'm not fooling around. I'm not making trouble. I'm afraid that's not enough for me."

Joe took a big mouthful of saliva, and the sound in his stomach became more and more loud.

Several canteen aunts behind the window stopped their work at the same time. They glared at Joe. In their eyes, Joe is here to make trouble He asked for enough food for ten strong men.

Even if he is such a big fat man, it is impossible to eat ten people's food in one breakfast.

The fat and stocky canteen mother put her hands on the long table and said to Joe, "little guy, we haven't seen you before If I've ever seen a guy like you, I'll be impressed Are you a shift student? Ha, there is a background of the shift students, really enviable! "

"But your elders are not asking you to be mischievous when they try to get you in."

The dining room aunt put a piece of black bread, a few pieces of bacon, two pieces of sausage and some fried eggs into Joe's plate, and put the plate heavily in front of Joe: "that's all kid. Police academy, but there are rules

Joe looked at the canteen mother wrongly. He looked down at the "poor" food on the plate, pondered for a moment, grabbed the two pound piece of black bread, squeezed it into a hard ball of flour.

Qiao was about to put the noodle ball into his mouth. Several young men with red armbands on his left arm and a wolf badge embroidered with iron gray silk thread and the words "school discipline inspector" on them had already strode forward.Because of Joe's entanglement with the canteen aunt, the whole police college freshmen and sophomores have stopped eating.

Second grade students stand behind, after more than a year of study, they have a bit of elite quality, they patiently lined up, and did not say much.

And the freshmen, they have begun to make a lot of noise.

Some people hold up the plate in their hands and tap the plate with a fork, making a "clattering" noise.

"Quiet!" A school discipline inspector growled and blew the police whistle.

In the sharp whistle, the students of the police college quickly and quietly stood at attention, while the students of other colleges in the canteen stood up curiously and looked at this side one after another.

Several other school discipline inspectors surrounded Joe. A young man with a height of 6 feet 12 inches and a bit sinister appearance approached him. He slapped Joe's face ball to the ground and kicked him in his calf.

With a loud bang, Joe's body did not move. On his black trouser legs, there was a clear gray footprint.

Looking at the ball on the ground, Joe got angry and could not help lowering his head and yelling at the young man, "what do you want to do?"

The young man looked up at Joe in astonishment.

Just now his foot, but with a lot of strength, how can it have nearly a thousand pounds?

For ordinary students, don't say how far he will be kicked with this kick. If you can't do it well, you will have to have comminuted fracture of the lower leg bone.

But what about Joe?

Joe didn't move, but the sole of his foot was shaken, and the tendons at the bottom of his foot were twitching and twitching, which made him very painful.

However, his righteousness is in his body and his power is in his hands!

He slapped the armband on his left arm, and the young man said in a sharp voice: "I am the inspector of discipline of the police academy, Du den von hankheim I ask you, why do you disturb the dining order? Why waste food? "

Dooden pulled out the oak truncheon hanging from his waist and turned to Joe's side. It was a stick at Joe's fleshy hip.

Joe grabbed the baton with a backhand. He made a sound with five fingers and one force. The two fingers were thick and the two feet long oak baton was crushed by Joe!

Instead of being pinched, the baton was directly crushed into large pieces of wood flour, just like fake products made of flour.

The fine powder drifted down through Joe's fingers, and Joe looked down at the dull faced dooden, sneering word by word: "disturbing order? Waste food? He damn it, I was just about to eat. You knocked out my food, and you said I wasted food? "

There is a slight red light in the pupils, and the instinct of "crimson" is like a troll hiding in the sea bottom, quietly floating out of the sea.

Joe was aware of dooden's malice towards him.

It's not because of what Joe just did Dudden was full of malice to Joe, just a foot, and just a stick, but he just borrowed the subject!

Malice!

Joe remembered Matthew, who had assassinated him before, and the students who had besieged him at the gate of the University of justice, and the tall men who had threatened him last night.

And at the moment, dooden came out again.

Duyden slammed his baton, which was half cut off in his hand, and stepped on the noodle ball that Joe had made as solid as a solid iron ball, and said with a sneer, "are you ready to eat? Who has seen, before eating, to put the precious food The Empire spent the food that the allowance provided us free of charge, and made it like this? "

Duyden shook his head vigorously, throwing out the terrible scene of Joe's "crushing" an oak truncheon.

Yes, a crushed oak truncheon is terrible It's crushing, not breaking. It's a terrible force. But Dudden was not an ignorant man. He had seen the same, even more terrible, forces.

So, Joe's tactics can't scare him.

He looked at the canteen aunt standing behind the window and said with dignity, "Auntie, can you testify that he is wasting food?"

The canteen big man squinted, she was silent for a moment, said: "a naughty little guy, dooden When you first entered the school, you were as mischievous as he was

Another canteen mom yelled, "yes, dooden, this little guy asked for so much food."

The old lady was so sarcastic that she called out the food Joe had just asked for.

In the canteen, students from other colleges immediately "buzz" the discussion, many people look at Joe's eyes, immediately full of disdain.

More people were shouting: "it's really a waste of food asshole Shut him up, whip him, punish him for his daily work... "

At least hundreds of students clapped and yelled at the same time.

Joe's face was cold. He reached out and pulled out an iron tray five feet long and three feet wide on the dining table behind the window.

On the huge iron tray, there were pieces of beef hind legs, each of which was at least the size of a human head.Joe grabbed a piece of beef hind, tore off a big one, put one into his mouth, chewed it carelessly for two times, and at least half a pound of beef was swallowed by him.

Then, one mouthful, one mouthful

It took Joe only half a minute to eat such a large piece of beef.

Then the second, the third, the fourth

In half a quarter of an hour, Joe dried up most of the beef leg meat on the iron tray. He reached out to the staring canteen aunt standing behind the window: "it's a little dry. Give me a bucket of milk to moisten my throat!"

The whole dining room was silent and everyone could speak.

See the bucket!

Never seen anything so edible!

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