Chapter 47 (1/2)
Meles fainted, even in a coma, his body twitching slightly.
If you can't beat the enemy with your tongue, try your fist.
Joe practiced this sentence very seriously on Myers, and he was glad to find that the effect was very good.
”The interests of the Empire?” Joe spat on Meles, swung the stick, and carefully added a few words to the fleshy part of his body: ”what a noble slogan, for the benefit of the Empire, oh, it's really quack, which makes me feel inexplicable!”
”Can you sacrifice others at will for the benefit of the Empire?”
”For the benefit of the Empire, you can kill young people at will?”
”For the benefit of the Empire, can you insult girls at will?”
”For the benefit of the Empire, we can be unscrupulous, ignore human relations and laws, and abuse violence wantonly?”
”Oh ~ oh ~ oh ~, that's great. For the benefit of the Empire, is it possible to change from a man to a human like animal like a beast if he shouts this slogan?”
Raising his hands high, Joe let go of his right hand and let the stick of his right hand fall to the ground. He learned the artificial tone of those opera actors and sighed loudly. He even, on tiptoe, like a fat swan, very flexible in situ rotation for several times.
With a sigh, he stopped the ballet movement that worried his teeth. Joe stroked his chin and said to Mr. sgens seriously: ”Mr. sgens, what a magnificent and terrible slogan for the benefit of the Empire!”
”Look at these people, look at the blood, look at this Poor girl. The world and the people are so dark
Joe's face became a little gloomy, and his eyes quickly swept over the girl who was lying quietly in the corner of the room and was killed by Myers.
The girl in the white dress lay there quietly, silent, cold and stiff.
The cloak, which belonged to a guard of the Rittal family, covered her body properly and covered her young, delicate, yet to bloom face.
Joe's heart felt strange.
This little girl, and her sister Weima, are not much different in age.
”Yes, it's really too dark,” said Mr. Spence, gently waving his cane. Master Qiao, I have watched you grow up since I was a child. I know how kind, kind, gentle and approachable you are
After a glance at Meles who was in a coma, sgens said coldly, ”especially for the sake of the happiness and safety of the citizens of port Tulun, you even joined the glorious port Tulun police station without fear of danger.”
”You are such an excellent young man that someone is attacking you in the street with a 100 millimetre field gun.”
Ya, Si Geng Si, as well as more than a dozen wittu masters in the field, all their eyes fell on Yanan.
Joe was smiling, and he reached out to his teeth.
Tooth took out a cigar, lit it and handed it to Joe.
Joe, with his cigar in his mouth, puffed smoke and walked to the wooden platform where Yanan was. He looked down at Yanan. His voice became dull and serious. It was as if he had put his head in a clay jar. There were echoes coming from his chest.
The teeth and the faces of sgenz, and those of the Rittal subordinates, puffed at the same time.
They were surprised to find that Joe was imitating Hessen's actions and voices when he reprimanded his subordinates. What's more, he imitated it in a way similar to that of Hessen, who was ostensibly gentle and domineering in his bones.
”See what happened to Myers?” Joe drew a circle with his cigar between his fingers.
”I'm too lazy to talk to him, and I'm not going to ask him any questions, because he's just a sudden factor. He has nothing to do with the mid autumn massacre. He's just a greedy mouse shark who wants to bite off a piece of interest from the fat meat of the mid autumn massacre.”
With a big belly, Joe stretched out his left hand and gently touched Yanan's chest.
Overlooking the pale and twisted Yanan, Qiao whispered, ”you are the source Even if you are not the main source of the crime
Yanan's white lips moved slightly.
Joe took a strong puff at his cigar, then puffed out a strong smoke. He said in a deep voice, ”I am a kind man. Who let me have a kind sister?”
Yanan did not understand why Joe suddenly changed the topic.
”My sister, Tifa She It's very violent, very brutal, especially when I'm robbed of my pocket money Joe sighed: ”but I know that all the pocket money that she stole, and most of her own pocket money every month, is donated to the charity and orphanage of the Church of laurel.”