"In the name of the law, damn little thief, stop!"

Joe threw his shoulders and knocked the two red-skinned men to the ground, waving a heavy lead-filled baton in his right hand, and strode violently, mustering up all his strength, and roaring loudly at the top of his voice.

His voice was so loud that half the street could hear him.

Several policemen, also dressed in black police uniforms, wearing gray tinplate helmets and carrying oak batons, squeezed out of the crowd and followed Joe closely behind Joe down Victory Street on the south side of the Queen's Plaza.

The port of Tulum is located in the southern part of the empire and has a humid climate that is hot all year round. Compared with the northern territory of the empire, the people of Tulun Harbor and the surrounding provinces are not tall, according to the weights and measures of the Ice Sea Kingdom, which is common on the mainland, most of the young and strong men here are 5 feet 45 inches to 6 feet 12 inches tall, and most of them are lean and tall.

And Joe, who was running wild in the streets, was more than seven feet two inches tall.

Abundant nutrition since childhood, a large intake of beef, milk, seafood, and the folklore of the Deren Empire, Joe began to eat with beer from the age of ten. So Joe was born with a big waist and a round waist, and with that bulging beer belly, at first glance he looked like a fat and strong wild bear mixed in the crowd!

Joe ran wildly through the crowded streets, giving the illusion that the streets were shaking and trembling. Everywhere his strong body went, the people in front of him, young and old, all panicked and got out of the way.

Before he had time to dodge, he was mercilessly knocked to the ground by the running Joe, triggering a series of exclamations and curses.

The faces of the two teenagers in front of them contorted, and they fled in horror.

But the crowded streets kept them from hurrying at all, and they turned back from time to time, and in the light of the light from the roadside gas lamps, Joe, who was more than a head taller than the crowd, was so striking and dazzling.

Qiao raised his right arm and swung his heavy baton vigorously.

The heavy baton broke through the air and made a 'whirring' sound, which could be heard clearly from a distance of more than 20 meters, full of deterrence.

The bottom of Joe's boots was inlaid with heavy pieces of steel. His heavy footsteps made a dull 'thump' sound as he stepped on the solid paving slabs.

The two teenagers opened their mouths wide like fish out of water, gasping for breath with difficulty, and their eyes almost jumped out of their sockets. They hysterically pulled the red men and green women in front of them, struggling to find a way to escape in the crowded crowd.

Run through the small half of Victory Street, turn west, and you will reach Les Invalides Street.

Running a little west along the somewhat remote Les Invalides Street, the two teenagers gasped and spat and scurried south into Ranger Street.

On a mid-autumn night, it is impossible to accommodate all the inhabitants of Port Tulum, and there are many ceremonial venues in the town hall around the Place del Queen.

Walk through Ranger Street to the brightly lit Fleet Street, where dozens of gas lamps illuminate a wooden stage in the middle of the street where the two streets meet.

A group of men and women dressed in exaggerated clothes and wearing heavy makeup are on the stage, pulling a gorgeous opera voice, interpreting the complex and chaotic love story of a group of aristocratic youths.

A large crowd of Tulun harbor residents with grilled sausages and beer glasses gathered around the stage, and the crowd rang out with cheerful laughter, teasing cries, and screams of surprise and delight as young girls were taken advantage of by strangers.

Two unlucky young men ran here, already sweating profusely, their faces were pale, and their legs were trembling violently.

The scrawny ones had exhausted their last bit of strength in the desperate run just now. Looking at the crowd in front of them, which was almost impassable, the two teenagers couldn't help but show a desperate and frustrated expression.

"No, I don't want to go back to that damn black cell." A teenager began to cry.

"Go in again, I'll die inside." The other teenager's body swayed, and he subconsciously covered his face with his palm.

The police station in Tulun Harbor is notorious, and for them, the black prison where criminals are temporarily held at the bottom of society, is undoubtedly the most terrible hell in their hearts.

Joe, who was also out of breath and had a round face covered in sweat, was no more than five meters away from them.

Stopping, Joe crossed his hands on his hips, squinted his eyes, stared at the two teenagers five meters away with black eyes, stretched out his right thumb, and made a throat-slitting motion. Then, with a complacent expression, he turned around and walked towards a flowing sausage stall under a street lamp.

"Twenty sauerkraut sausages, add more butter, and fry a little older. Praise to Mutesthe, what a good night. Joe took off his brass helmet like a hard-working hound, and stuck out his tongue vigorously.

The owner of the fried sausage stall, a thin man in his forties, looked at the two teenagers suspiciously, and then looked at Qiao, who was standing in front of him, like a bear, and laughed happily: "What a good night, officer." Have a cold beer, officer. There's a seat here, officer. I'll be ready for you with old Hank's delicious fried sausages, officer. ”

The sound of messy footsteps came, and five policemen wearing gray tinplate helmets, sweating profusely and panting, slowed down and walked towards this direction in a swaying manner.

Joe whistled.

The five policemen looked at the two stunned teenagers, with a happy smile, took off their police helmets, wiped the sweat from their heads, and walked towards the fried sausage stall.

"Chief, you're so wise." Five policemen who were not tall, but also chubby, and had beer bellies, came to Joe's side with a smile, and their big fat butts fell heavily on the petite wooden bench, and then grinded hard from side to side, giving the illusion that they would never be separated again tonight.

"Boss, have a cold beer. I want three fried sausages. One policeman snapped his fingers at the sausage stall owner, and four other policemen reported their demands.

The thin face of the fried sausage boss smiled like a flower, and he was busy with his work, and at the same time kicked a middle-aged woman behind him: "Hurry up, woman, give the police officers the delicious beer brewed by the old Hank's unique secret recipe...... Stupid woman, hurry up. ”

Joe already had a large tinplate mug in his hand, and he picked up the two-liter one, took a 'goo-dong', and drained a third of the stout in the glass.

With a cold burp of satisfaction, Joe whispered, "Wait a minute, I'll take you to a good place." Aha, you must have remembered, we are catching thieves tonight, catching thieves! We, there are a lot of eyewitnesses! ”

The five policemen nodded understandingly, took the beer mug handed over by the middle-aged woman, and cheered in a low voice: "Cheers, for the wise leader!" ”

On the street, the faces of the two teenagers, who were already completely desperate, twitched, and gradually showed a strange smile. They slumped slightly, silently disappeared into the flow of people, and then quickly disappeared without a trace.

The sauerkraut sausage 'squeaked' on the hot iron plate, the rich smell of grease wafted through the air, and the pungent smell of seasoned garlic juice whetted the appetite of the six dutiful police officers.

Taking a big bite to chew on the fragrant fried sausage, Joe was satisfied and completely untied the armed belt around his waist.

"It was a perfect night. Wait, let's go have some fun. Picking up his huge glass, Joe drank the remaining half of the beer from the glass.