Chapter 60 (1/2)
The scarlet evil spirit that spurts out from the black firm door, leaving only the lingering charm.
In Joe's mind, Laplacian was singing songs with strange tunes in a very strange language.
The crimson curtain of light was flashing, which was rather annoying.
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energy level: sea of strength (normal state: 2.436%) (perfect state: 0.138%) (physical strength: 18000 pounds)
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Joe was wearing a short cloak on his upper body and a cloak donated by sgens around his waist. He stood at the gate of the customs building with a gloomy face. He was not in the mood to take care of the flickering light.
The Highlanders who broke out of the dungeon were caught in a net, and none of them could escape.
There are several amazing experts among them. Fortunately, Hessen arranged the family guard around Joe, and there were several more masters than the other. The Highlanders didn't make a big splash after Joe took the men.
Rao is so. The soldiers who entered the customs building, as well as the guards of the witu family, suffered heavy casualties.
Just in front of Joe, 139 dead soldiers were lined up in neat yards. On Joe's right hand side, against the outer wall of the customs building, 95 seriously injured soldiers were receiving first aid, of whom 89 were physically disabled and doomed to be disabled.
The guards of the witus were a little better. They were much more cunning than the soldiers who were fighting in front of them. They had little loss in the square except entering the underground dungeon and avoiding the unfortunate people in the narrow passage.
In this way, the guards of the Ritu family also lost 57, and more than 100 people were slightly injured.
As for the police who entered the black prison, God knows whether they were protected by muteste or they brought their own magic escape aura. Among the dozens of police officers, 18 were seriously injured, 23 were slightly injured, and no one died in battle.
Joe's face was gloomy and silent.
The army commander surrounding the customs building, a young army lieutenant general with a bandage around his neck, a fractured left arm, and an oak baton in his right hand, punched dozens of customs officers standing at the gate.
”BAM, BAM, BAM,” the oak baton fell heavily on these fat customs officers, making them howl and cry one by one.
The young lieutenant commander hissed: ”say, who arranged these people? Who let these damned highlanders hide in customs dungeons? ”
”Ha, ha, ha, no wonder the port of Tulun is so tightly sealed that we can't find where the attackers of the mid autumn massacre are hiding Who would have thought that they were hiding in the law enforcement agencies of the Empire! ”
”Highlanders And they are not ordinary highland mercenaries, they are soldiers of highland kingdom! They are soldiers Young middle-aged eyes bloodshot, hoarse yelled: ”collusion with enemy troops, what do you want to do? Revolt? ”
Joe heaved a heavy breath. He tied the cloak around his waist and covered his white belly reluctantly.
At the end of the battle, he was stubbornly swollen with white fat, and his figure returned to its original state. But his clothes and pants, they were all shattered in the previous battle.
This makes Joe very melancholy. If there is a battle in the future, he will fight with the enemy openly?
Don't kill the enemy, but the enemy's loud laughter leads to sudden death on the spot!
That would be a shame!
With a gloomy face, Joe went to the most powerful Highlander, whose limbs and joints were destroyed by his teeth, and lay in front of the Highlander who could not move on the ground.
Overlooking the pale and closed eyes highlanders, Joe said coldly, ”are there your people in the customs of port Tulun? Point him out, I can make you die a little better! ”
The young lieutenant colonel, panting, was still beating a dozen fat customs officers with an oak baton.
Ferocious, his action touched the internal injury, his body shook, a mouthful of blood vomited out.
Among the customs officers lying on the ground crying, a plain middle-aged man suddenly rolled over. He grabbed the short flint gun hanging from the waist of the young lieutenant colonel, and gave a dry smile.
He put the muzzle of the blunderbuss on his chin and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
”Bang”!
The 18 millimetre caliber lead bullet directly exploded the man's head like a watermelon under heavy hammer bombardment.
The young lieutenant colonel was stunned, and Joe was also stunned. The soldiers on the side rushed up, armed with rifles and bayonets, fiercely pinned them on the customs officers who were equally stunned.
”Mr. Spence!” It was a long time before Joe let out a roar.