The Vetuls' subordinates stopped Mels and his entourage.

"You can't get through here." One of the leaders of the Vetu guard's guard grabbed the muzzle of Myers' mount.

Joe's baton was raised high in his hand, ready to be pumped at Yanan's head.

He turned his head and looked at Myers, who was two hundred feet away.

Red-haired, red-eyed, delicate mustache, neat and decent, top-material tuxedo, wearing a tall yarke, and white silk gloves on his hands. This outfit is a bit of the style of the gentlemen of the Ice Sea Kingdom.

"You should ride in a carriage, not a horse." Joe pouted.

Tuxedo, bowler hat, this kind of attire is suitable for a serious drinking party, not for riding wildly.

Rushing over so neatly and stabbing Joe from doing something, Joe's first impression of this Mels was extremely bad.

Taking a deep breath, Joe decided to ignore this Myers. He shook his shoulder vigorously, his right arm swelled a little, and he looked at Yanan, whose face was covered with cold sweat and tears, and grinned with bared teeth.

He was about to swing his baton when the leader of the guards who had stopped Myers suddenly snorted and staggered backwards a dozen steps, knocking down several of the Vetul guards standing behind him.

Joe's face darkened, and he straightened up, put down his baton, and looked at Myers.

Just now Myers gave the guard leader a kick, just kicked it in the heart, I didn't expect Myers to suddenly make a move, the guard leader took a solid kick, and when he stopped, he 'poof' and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Joe Jon Ritu ...... What do you want? Myers rode forward two steps, and then reluctantly reined in his mount again.

On the road, on the side of the road, and on the roof of the mansion that had just been captured, invective abounded, and hundreds of armed sailors of the Vetto family raised their spears and short guns, all aimed at Myers.

Myers took a deep look at the armed sailors and yelled at Joe.

And the dozen or so entourage behind him, all with a cold smile, jumped off their mounts one after another, and pressed their palms on the sabers at their waists.

"Young Master Qiao, don't cause trouble for the Ritu family." Myers jumped off the mount with a light figure, and gently touched the delicate mustache on his upper lip with his right index finger, and gently shook his index finger at Joe with a hint of aristocratic arrogance.

"This Lord Anan is indeed a diplomat of the Kingdom of Saint Sia." Myers sneered: "You are doing an extremely dangerous thing, and you will make the entire Rittal family pay the price." ”

Joe stomped on Yanan's chest, he looked at Myers, and said in a deep voice, "I'm catching thieves, I don't know any bullshit diplomats." Hmm, the Foreign Affairs Department of the Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs in the port of Tulum? Director of the First Office? ”

Joe remembered, and he was faintly impressed.

Hesse and his old friends, in occasional private receptions, would talk about the various forces in the port of Tulum.

The Foreign Affairs Department of the Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs in the port of Tulum is an extremely detached department. In terms of the division of powers, he has no connection with the departments under the city hall of the port of Tulun.

However, once the Foreign Affairs Department issues an official letter, all subordinate departments of the Tulun Port City Hall must cooperate with them unconditionally. In other words, the Foreign Affairs Office has little real power, and he has enough power to influence the entire port of Tulum.

Even, the officials of the Foreign Affairs Department, they usually do not have much communication with the upper circles of the port of Tulum.

More than ninety percent of these guys are from the imperial capital and belong to the aristocratic circle at the top of the imperial capital. In the port of Tulum, the busiest day is to attend banquets, cocktail parties, balls and other gatherings at the various consulates.

Myers reached out and pressed his hand on the shoulders of the two Vetu guards who were blocking the way, and with a slight force from side to side, he pushed them aside. The two guards, who had already opened up the sea of power and the sea of energy, and had good strength, were actually gently pushed by him, and they staggered back a few steps.

The subordinates of the Ritu family who were present subconsciously buckled their fingers on the trigger.

"I'm the Imperial Count." Mels was about six feet three inches tall, much taller than the guards of the Vetu family present, and he crossed the crowd and looked at Joe with a smile: "No matter what name you are doing, shooting the nobles of the empire will inevitably affect your family. ”

"Let him in." Joe let out a heavy breath.

Even though his heart is full of anger, Joe still maintains a rare clarity and sanity.

Mels did not have the slightest fear or fear, as if walking in the venue of the cocktail party, he walked in front of Joe with a graceful demeanor. He took off the silk glove in his right hand and held out his hand to Joe.

Joe coughed dryly, hung the baton on his belt, and then wiped his wet hair with two large fat hands, and shook Myers's white, pink palm heavily, and shook it vigorously a few times.

"You guys couldn't have come at a better time." Joe was drenched in sweat, and his wet, greasy palms clenched Myers' hand.

Myers' face twitched violently, and his palm slammed into force, with a soft 'swish', and forced his palm out of Joe's big fat hand like a nimble fish.

There was a hot stinging pain in the skin of Joe's palm, and he couldn't help but look at Myers in horror.

This tall little white face, the strength in his hands is really big.

The leader of the guards, who had just been kicked by Myers and staggered back a dozen paces, coughed, patted a belt of cowhide knives diagonally on his chest, and pulled out a long, weighted throwing dagger from it.

The kick that Myers had just had just kicked on the dagger with its toes, and the dagger made of stainless steel was visibly bent.

Joe saw the movement of the leader of the guards and knew it was a reminder to himself.

Myers has this kind of force with a casual kick, this guy is not as harmless as he looks.

"After the Mid-Autumn Massacre, I have been paying attention to the wind and grass near the Kumquat Hills." Myers took out a white long-staple cotton handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his right hand vigorously, and then handed the handkerchief to the attendant who followed behind him.

Putting on his gloves again, Myers looked down at Yanan, whose limbs were strangely twisted and his face was covered with sweat and tears, and said coldly: "This is the sacred duty entrusted to me by the Empire, and I must ensure the safety of diplomats from various countries in the port of Tulum. Whether it's personal safety, or their private dignity, I have to make sure that all of this is not violated in any way. ”

Myers stretched out his right hand, and his fingers lightly tapped three times on Joe's chest: "And you, Joe Rong Wittou, Sergeant 3rd Class of the Tulum Port Police Department, what are you doing?" You look at you, what are you doing? ”

Yanan, who was lying on the ground, gasped sharply, and Joe's big feet stepped on his chest, and his breathing became rapid.

"Your Excellency Myers, they have defied the Public Foreign Law and blatantly broken into my private residence and killed my subordinate attachés for no reason, all of whom have official diplomatic status in St. Chia."

"In this regard, I will raise ...... with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Delen Empire"

Yanan couldn't finish his sentence because Joe's big feet stomped his face. Thick-soled cowhide boots inlaid with steel plates crushed his face and gagged him.

"You want to keep him safe? So, who will guarantee the safety of our citizens in the port of Tulum? Joe looked down at Myers, who was more than a head shorter than himself: "He sent someone to shell me in the street!" ”

"Proof!" Myers raised his head without flinching, his eyes like knives and Joe stared at each other: "Evidence! Sergeant Joe, 3rd Class! Evidence! ”

Joe was silent.

Evidence of bullshit.

What evidence can he have?

Can he say that he has awakened some kind of 'supernatural phenomenon' called 'Crimson', and that he has traced the trail of killing intent left in the air all the way according to the magical power of 'Crimson Eye'?

There is no way to prove this.

Myers laughed, but in his red eyes, there was a fierce fire: "No evidence? Sergeant Joe, do you know the consequences of your doing this? ”

Myers shook his head and said, "I can tell you clearly, even if you have evidence to prove that Mr. Yanan planned a personal attack on you, he can only be extradited back to the Kingdom of Saint Sia to be tried by the laws of the Kingdom of Saint Xia. ”

"And you, without any evidence, brazenly attacked a country's diplomats...... It doesn't matter if his position is high or low...... As long as my report is sent back to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, such a vicious incident will directly attract the attention of Her Majesty the Empress. All the diplomatic disputes that arise from this will be borne by the Rittal family. ”

Joe pulled out the Red Envelope of the Special Investigation Team.

"It's useless!" Myers picked his chin: "This is a special investigation certificate issued by your Tulun port locality, and it does not have any binding power on my Foreign Affairs Department. ”

Joe flipped through his papers, revealing the scarlet seal of the Inspectorate on the first page.

Myers was silent for a moment, and then, he grinned, "Inspector's Office, it's a little tricky...... But you don't have proof, you don't have any evidence. And even if it is the Ombudsman, they will definitely not undermine the Public Foreign Law! ”

Myers smiled brightly: "Remember the basis of the existence of the Ombudsman? Swear to defend all laws and regulations! And the Public Foreign Law is also within the scope of their defense. In any case, you wounded Lord Yanan, and you killed his attaché. ”

Myers patted Joe's chest lightly and said gently: "So, please let go of His Excellency Yanan, and then sincerely apologize to him, and finally, be mentally prepared for all the bad consequences." Sergeant Joe, do you understand me? ”

Joe groaned for a moment.

He looked down at Yanan lying on the ground, then at Myers standing in front of him, and then raised his head and looked at the dozen or so attachés of the Foreign Affairs Department who were standing behind Myers.

A crimson glow flickered in Joe's eyes.

Myers suddenly felt a chill in his heart, he gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Joe, what do you want to do?" ”

"He orchestrated the attack on me...... He even orchestrated the attack on my mother and sister. Qiao said in a deep voice: "Bullshit "Public Foreign Law", no one can threaten my family, and I am still alive and well." ”

"Even if he's a diplomat?"

As soon as Joe's right leg was exerted, Yanan's cheekbones made a clear cracking sound.

There was a loud 'bang' and Myers punched Joe in the stomach. Joe felt a sharp pain in his stomach, and his body flew backwards like a cloud.

With one punch, Myers easily knocked Joe, who was more than three times larger than himself, nearly a hundred feet away!

'Wow'!

When Joe flew back more than twenty feet, he was already vomiting blood.