When Matthew took out his short gun, all the idle people watching were frightened.

The gunshots sounded, and the idle people around them shouted loudly at the same time, like hornets blowing up their nests, fleeing around in panic.

Qiao widened his eyes, and in his vision, the muzzle sprayed out bit by bit, mixed with a trace of gunpowder particles that were not completely burned; four half-inch-diameter lead bullets squeezed out from the muzzle bit by bit, bursting out transparent ripples in the air, and happily rushed towards him.

With Qiao's current reaction and speed, he could dodge thousands of feet away before the lead bullet hit him; or, he could run around the flying lead bullet and freely run around the circle!

But he was covered with little guys like monkeys.

Boys, girls, ages ten to three or four, and more than a dozen children are hung on him.

When Matthew took out the short gun, the children were so scared that they were neighing and subconsciously hugging Joe's arms and thighs.

With Joe's brute force, if he wanted to dodge, all these children would be shaken to pieces.

Qiao sighed and stood still.

There were three or four children hanging on his arms, and he couldn't move at all, so he could only watch the lead bounce.

Four sounds of "Ding Ding Ding Ding" came, and a giant fanged axe blocked Qiao. Four lead bullets hit the axe surface and splashed a few sparks. The huge impact force made the lead bullet twist and deform, and fell heavily to the ground.

The blood axe Marcos blocked Joe's side. The children who had just been wrapped around him were now foaming at the mouth and fainting.

With a crisp sound of "crown", Matthew pulled out the sword he was wearing close to his body, shook his right hand, lit up a dozen fancy sword flowers, and rushed towards Qiao with a slight sound of breaking through the air.

Matthew's left hand was behind him, and his fingertips were wrapped around his long chestnut hair.

His eyes were frenzy and he stared at Qiao without blinking. As long as he stabbed the sword in his hand into Qiao's heart, his goddess would become his lover... a goddess with a million dollars!

The family guards around Qiao had already realized that at least two hundred flintlock guns locked Matthew's body almost at the same time, and then there was a dense gunshot like a storm.

Matthew's body trembled violently, and a large-caliber lead bullet hit his body, breaking holes the size of a bowl on his body. More than four hundred large-caliber lead bullets blasted into his body at close range. His flesh and blood exploded one after another, and his tall body flew backwards, like fallen leaves in the wind, and was knocked away more than ten feet away.

The children tangled around Qiao finally cried out in fear. They let go of Qiao's body and crawled to escape.

Guards around rushed up and surrounded the children.

As soon as these children were entangled with Qiao and the strongest people around him, an assassin suddenly appeared. These children were extremely suspicious, how could they let them leave so easily?

Joe moved his arms and patted Marcos' arm hard: "Thank you... these little guys?"

Qiao looked at the children who fainted and fell to the ground.

Marcos put down his giant axe and said softly: "They are fine. I just knocked them out. I will wake up after sleeping for a few hours. Tomorrow they may have a headache for a while and they will be fine in two days."

Marcos held the long handle of the giant axe in both hands and looked at Joe seriously: "Joe...how did you put yourself in such a mess? Do you want to use your body to take these bullets?"

Qiao grabbed his forehead a little helplessly.

Four lead bullets...

To be honest, the instinct of "Crimson" could not detect any danger at all. In other words, these four lead bullets could not pose any threat to Joe, so Joe could not enter that "Crimson combat instinct".

So just now, his performance on the spot was indeed from his own reaction, and there was no instinct of "cryopinous".

With a dry laugh, Joe looked at the children who were so scared that they rolled on the ground, cried, and even started to verbally abuse them, and spread his hands helplessly: "If I dodge, I may hurt them... Well, Liya told me since I was a child - not bullying the weak, not fearing the powerful. I can beat those young masters and ladies to make them bleeding, but since I was a child, Gorkin and I have never bullied these..."

Joe pointed to the children: "Poor guy!"

Marcos was stunned, his granite eyes flashed for a while, and then he raised his head and looked at the gray sky deeply.

"Don't bully the weak, not afraid of the powerful... This is a good virtue, Master Qiao." Marcos grinned and nodded to Joe: "However, you can have a better way of dealing with it, such as knocking them out in the shortest time and getting out."

Marcos said: "You have great strength, but you also need skills to use these powers and experiences to use these skills...I can teach you!"

Joe narrowed his eyes and nodded happily: "Then, Marcos, you can get an extra tutoring fee...Mr. Sigens, remember, Marcos will be my combat coach in the future..."

Mr. Sigens looked at Marcos deeply, then looked at the children who were not injured except for being knocked out, and nodded vigorously: "As for orders, Master... I will pay the allowances of Your Excellency Marcos every month according to the highest standards of family entrusted."

Qiao snapped his fingers with satisfaction and laughed happily.

Marcos possesses extremely terrible power, but those children are so delicate.

The moment Matthew shot, Marcos knocked out several children so gently and delicately, and then could block Joe in time. During this process, Marcos's power was slightly larger, even if he used dozens of pounds of force, it could cause fatal damage to these children.

Marcos, who has more than 50 million pounds of huge power, can accurately control his strength to the level of dozens of pounds...

It's like a giant holding a giant axe and carving words on tofu, lifting heavy weights as light as lightweight, Marcos' control over power has reached its peak.

If it were Joe... the group of children who just tangled around him would probably have been blown into pieces!

Qiao's eyes swept over Lan Mujin and Lan Kikyo standing beside him.

The two brothers stood there calmly. The moment Matthew shot, they also got rid of the entanglement of several children, protected Qiao from the left and right, guarding him against possible attacks.

Matthew defended the front, and the Lan brothers supported each other, so quickly formed a response formation... Qiao murmured in his heart, is this the strength of the elite army?

The dull sound of horse hooves rang here, and a group of policemen shouted loudly.

There were police whistles sounding from all directions, and a loud and rapid alarm bell came from the bell tower of the waiting building of the Imperial Capital South Station.

In the square in front of the station, the idle people who were running around just now, the passengers held their heads in their hands and squatted on the ground.

For a moment, only Qiao and his subordinates stood suddenly in the square. The police immediately dispersed and separated by more than twenty feet from each other. The crescent-shaped straggler line surrounded this side.

More than thirty mount policemen were burly and their average height was about five inches taller than the people of Tulun Port; the war horses they rode were all horse breeds from the cold zone in the north, so they were nearly one foot higher than the local war horses in Tulun Port.

A tall horse, a burly man, and more than thirty mount police officers rode here. Their power was stronger and more fierce than the local mount police officers in Tulum Port.

Nearly a hundred feet away, the policemen grabbed their mounts. A black-faced man Ceqi, wearing a silver helmet and a first-class police lieutenant rank on his shoulder, suddenly stepped forward a few steps, gritting his teeth and looking at Matthew who was almost inhumane on the ground.

"In the name of the law, put down your weapons!" The black-faced man waved his whip with his left hand, and his right hand had already grasped the sword at his waist.

"Don't get me wrong, everyone is your own!" Qiao raised his hands, and the guards in front of him separated left and right. Qiao slowly walked out of the guards' escort. He stretched out his finger and pointed at his epaulette: "Brother, everyone is your own!"

Heavy footsteps were heard all around.

Wearing a black uniform, the police in groups of five people blew a sharp and harsh whistle and ran towards this side with a serious expression.

A little further apart, in two three-story buildings on the east and west sides of the waiting building, soldiers in iron gray uniforms lined up in neat rows.

The black-faced man looked back at his colleagues who were coming to reinforce, and then pointed at Qiao seriously with a pony whip: "Are you a policeman? Let your man put down your weapons, go back with me, and cooperate with the investigation... Kill people in public. Even if you are a policeman, you must give sufficient reasons, otherwise, the Imperial Capital Prison welcomes you!"

Qiao spread his hands helplessly, sighed, and turned around and whistled softly.

The guards of the Vitu family looked at each other helplessly, dismantled their weapons one after another, and placed them on the ground reluctantly.

Marcos waved his hand, and the soldiers of the Blood Axe Team all had gloomy faces, put down all the luggage and mist on their bodies, and sat on their luggage bags one by one.

Half an hour later, in the police branch of the Imperial Capital South Station of the Heidra Fort, in the director's office, Yang Keel Baker, who had a Level 3 police rank on his epaulette, gently placed his hand on the desk, and looked up curiously at Joe sitting opposite the desk.

The tall, long-faced and bald Yang Kerr touched his big bald head hard and said in surprise: "The transfer student from the Judicial University specially transferred by the Ministry of Police? Qiao, are you a relative of the Police Minister?"

Qiao rolled his eyes: "Hey, I don't know what his surname is or what his name is!"

With a heavy sigh, Qiao said bitterly: "I would rather return to Tulun Port...my Lovegang Branch, Oh, hell!"

Yang Kerr burst out laughing, then quickly curled his smile: "You will soon forget your Lovegang branch, welcome to the imperial capital, Officer Qiao... Uh, do you have enemies in the imperial capital?"

Qiao looked at Yang Keel with a blank look on his face.
Chapter completed!