Muteste hung high in the night sky, spreading the silver moonlight generously over the earth.

The alleys without gas street lamps are still brightly lit by the moonlight.

"So, we can't take the big road." The heavy belt of arms hung loosely over his shoulders, and Joe staggered down the alley with a piece of fried pig's trotters in his left hand and a wooden bottle full of beer in his right hand.

"Can't be caught by those bastards in the Ombudsman's Office...... Chief, you're so wise. Billy, the shortest and most rounded second-class officer, rubbed his red nose and patted Joe's ass heartily.

The other four policemen nodded busily.

They nibbled on the fried pig's trotters in their hands, drank a sip of beer in a wooden bottle, and burped comfortably, only to feel that life had reached its peak and could be called perfect.

Let those unlucky colleagues go on duty, squat, and make stakes.

Lucky for them, follow their leader and go to the legendary pink mermaid bar to have a good time!

The great Mu, the benevolent Mutheste, if it weren't for the wise, wise, generous, and generous chiefs, they would not have the spare money to go to the legendary gold nest.

Praise to the great Joe!

The five round-shaped policemen smiled happily, because of the alcohol, their slightly reddened eyes, and they looked at Qiao's burly back with great admiration.

As a newcomer to the Tulun Port Police Department, a rookie, Joe directly skipped the qualification stage from the fifth class police officer to the first class police officer in the history of the Tulun Port Police Department with the first place in the fresh graduates of the Tulun Port Judicial College and the handwritten recommendation letter from the dean of the Judicial College.

Sergeant III, the most junior officer in the Imperial Police System, can lead a squad of five policemen. Including Billy, the five highly qualified 'elite generals' of the Port Tulum Police Department were assigned to Joe's men.

Billy was extremely dissatisfied with this, and he was resentful.

They have a lot of seniority, and each of them has been in the ranks of police officers for more than ten years.

They are very capable, and they are proficient in all kinds of survival techniques such as oppression of good people, extortion of hawkers, and acceptance of bribes.

They have a wide range of connections, and the thieves and scum of Tulun Port, the heroes of the market, and all kinds of heroes and heroes who have made mistakes are all brothers and sisters with them.

In this way, a rookie who has just joined the police station, how can He De become their 'leader'?

But it only took Joe half a month to make the five veterans his most loyal fans.

Because Joe, there is money.

Because Joe, very rich.

Because Joe, extremely rich.

And in the port of Tulum, the folk proverb says: "Bronze is order, silver is truth, and gold, you see, does not look like the golden face of the great Mu?" With gold, enough gold, you're a god! ”

Six half-drunk policemen, staggering and laughing in a low voice, did not walk on the brightly lit streets, but by the moonlight, along the secluded alleys, all the way out of the new town of Port Tulun, into the old town, along the 'Grape Alley' behind the rich area of the old town 'Silver Grape Street', towards the new pier No. 3.

A black cat hurriedly came out of a fork alley, and just as it ran out of the fork alley, a big foot wearing raw cowhide boots flew out of the black shadow of the fork alley, kicking the unlucky black cat far away.

In the fork alley, a vague and rude voice came: "I ran into a black cat while I was working, hell, are we going to be unlucky tonight?" ”

Joe and Billy stopped abruptly.

In the fork alley, more than a dozen silent, fast, and numb figures suddenly froze in place.

Joe subconsciously dropped the pig's trotters, took off the baton, and held it in his hand.

By the moonlight, you can see more than a dozen men rushing out of the forked alley, all of them with hateful appearances, and every face is full of anger. Their crooked facial features, as well as other lines on their faces, are pieced together, as if they naturally form a line of big characters - 'I am a villain'!

The pungent body odor, the messy hair, the dirty face, the tattered and dirty, the short cloak that had not been washed for an unknown amount of time was loosely draped over the shoulders. Through the men's unwrapped cloaks, they can be seen with daggers, knives, single-shot old-fashioned arquebuses around their waists, and crowbars, drill knives, and saws under their armpits.

This is Grape Alley, next to Silver Grape Street, one of the wealthy quarters of Port Tulum.

On a mid-autumn night, the rich must have run to the vicinity of the Empress's Grand Place to enjoy the festivities.

The group of people in front of Joe's eyes, in such a night, in such an alley, with so many magical, useful tools, sneakily wandered around the rich area.

What a group of 'good guys' who are 'hardworking', 'hard-working' and 'striving for progress'.

They come from a bad background and are trapped at the bottom of the society, but they are unwilling to succumb to fate, and they do their best to achieve the redistribution of social wealth, so as to change their fate!

What a 'respectable' bunch of people...... If they didn't have so many murder weapons on them, and their eyes weren't so fierce, it would be even more cute!

Joe looked at the big man who had just kicked the black cat away, coughed softly, and hung the baton back on the belt.

"Mid-autumn night, the weather was nice, it was a beautiful night." Joe nodded to the man.

A dozen men quickly glanced at the wine bottle in Qiao's hand, turned slightly sideways, and got out of the way.

yes, what a fantastic night.

Qiao and his five subordinates quickened their pace without saying a word, and passed by these men. Billy and the others even nodded to each other in a friendly way.

After Joe and the others had walked dozens of steps, Billy muttered in a low voice, "It's the Wolf Gang, I saw the wolf head tattoo on their forearm." Damn, what do they want to do? This is not the territory of the Wolves! ”

Billy worried: "This is the territory of the Fox Gang, the Fox Gang is not good, the Wolf Gang has crossed the line, something big will happen!" ”

Joe also muttered in a low voice, "But, is this our precinct?" ”

Billy shook his head firmly, "Of course not. ”

Joe nodded vigorously, "So, let's go ahead and have fun." ”

The six conscientious policemen walked briskly in the alleys, laughing and whistling easily, and a relaxed, cheerful, and fast-paced "March of the Imperial Police" was blown by them.

The wind with a strong smell of the sea blew down the alley, and not far in front of it was the new pier No. 3 of the port of Tulum.

The sound of the waves can already be faintly heard.

Joe and Billy quickened their pace, and behind them, a dozen men with hateful faces looked around for a while, and quietly leaned towards the back door of a large mansion.

There was a subtle piccolo in the air.

In the alley, a faint layer of water mist floated inexplicably.

The sound of the flute was short, slight, like a thin steel wire, slowly burrowing into the ears and piercing the heart.

More than a dozen men who took out crowbars, drill knives, and saws, and were about to start work stiffened.

The piccolo became more and more erratic.

A few glowing phosphorescent moths floated lightly and landed on the stiff bodies of the men.

Tiny bumps quickly appeared under the stiff skin of their bodies, and then their skin began to wriggle strangely.

The flesh was shriveled, and the bones were turned to ashes. The phosphorescent light of the canopy flew up, and more than a dozen sets of dirty clothes, boots, and various tools were scattered in the alley.

A hoarse, somewhat decadent voice sounded softly in the alley: "Rotten, twisted souls, filthy, depraved flesh, my little cuties, will be raised by you for nothing." ”