"Didn't your mother teach you manners?" The tax policeman pointed at Ivan and Fox and shouted harshly.

The title 'you' is usually used from top to bottom.

For a person of status, even if you don't know him, you should call him "Your Excellency". However, like Leo, who is shouting and cheering, he looks like a big shot at first sight, so he should be called "Your Excellency" with respect. This is the status of nobles.

The most basic etiquette among people.

Failure to abide by this etiquette is a naked offense. Generally, at this time, the other party should throw down their white gloves and duel, otherwise it will be difficult to get along in this circle in the future.

Ivan's arrogant address first annoyed Leo's guards.

Ivan couldn't help but became furious after hearing the knight's unceremonious reprimand.

As a noble, although he is a distant branch of the royal family, he is still one of the wealthy families, and his bloodline is naturally much nobler than that of ordinary nobles.

Even the governor of the province of Morondo had to be polite when meeting him, greeting him from afar.

But now he is being disciplined by a little knight who has no military rank on his shoulders and no medals on his chest. This is really embarrassing, especially in front of his subordinates and untouchables.

Ivan couldn't help but snorted coldly. The dignity of a noble cannot be violated. If he dares, he must pay the price~!

His Excellency the Baron then winked at the thugs next to him, instructing them to come forward and support him, or at least show off their muscles to this group of uninvited guests.

But looking at the black muzzles of the guns in the hands of the tax police, the thugs all felt numb - the machine gun mounted on the carriage had a barrel.

None of the thugs dared to take a step forward. On the contrary, they were about to cry: Damn, boss, can you be more reliable?

These weapons are all legendary magic weapons - the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Soul-Chasing Death Gun.

With the landing of humans and the deliberate propaganda of the human coalition, various rumors about these weapons have spread throughout the Semitic continent.

It is said that with a slight finger, fire can spurt out of the black tube and suck away the soul of a person.

Compared with the forbidden spell magic of the undead, the Finger of Death is much more powerful. Even the cow-hide dark mage can't stop it, and the high-level knight's armor like an iron can can be punched through.

And this is not the most terrifying thing, the most terrifying thing is its quantity.

It is said that this kind of weapon is produced by machines and can be assembled from just a few parts, so that every soldier can assemble one.

This is equivalent to every soldier knowing the killing magic of the undead.

Just imagine, hundreds of thousands of dark mages...

Facing such a powerful army, even the high priest had to flee.

And you want everyone to come up and stand up for you?

At most we only have a few large blades in our hands.

Your brain is broken, but our brains are not broken~!

If he really catches up one step forward, he may be killed immediately.

We are all just a bunch of bastards in the countryside who carry dogs in cages. When facing ordinary people with only five combat capabilities, it goes without saying that courage is the first word. But the opposite is an army, and it is an army that kills people without batting an eyelid.

.Who is not afraid of this?

Ivan saw that all the thugs were cowering. No one dared to step forward. Instead, they were pushing each other to retreat. At that moment, he was even more furious: "You are a bunch of worthless people. Normally, I will

They were fed and fed well, and all of them boasted about how awesome they were. It seemed like they were all brave men like Garridan. But now they were all scared to death.

This shame was really lost on humans. Ivan was so angry that he almost gritted his teeth. He turned around and roared at the thugs: "What are you afraid of? Aren't they just a bunch of thugs? I want to see who is there in the world.

Without royal law? Do they dare to kill people casually?"

In anger, he roared loudly, and when he spoke, he kept spraying foam from his mouth, just like a wounded wild bear.

Amidst Ivan's roar, the thugs had a strange and strange feeling in their hearts: when nothing happened, it was Ivan who said that he was Wang Fa.

At this moment, the one who asked if there was any Wang Fa, or this Master Ivan, started to use Wang Fa as a shield when you couldn't beat them?

Despite their reluctance, these people are paid wages after all, and they still have some professional ethics.

Under Ivan's stern urging, the thugs reluctantly looked at each other and then cautiously moved forward.

The other party didn't look like an unreasonable person, otherwise they would have all been shot at indiscriminately.

Seeing that these guys were about to make a move, the soldier on the top of the carriage who was always on guard sneered, lowered the muzzle of his gun, and then pulled the trigger.

‘Tu tu tu tu tu…’

Accompanied by the crisp sound of gunfire, a long tongue of flame spurted out from the muzzle.

Bullets were fired at the feet of the thugs like raindrops.

It looked like a pot was boiling on the ground, with dust constantly being thrown up.

The bullets lifted up chunks of soil.

And at the moment when the gunshots were fired, the faces of the thugs all turned pale: Damn, these guys really dare to shoot~!

And he didn't even say hello.

But at this time, it was too late for them to regret.

Seeing the soil flying in front of them, in order to avoid the bullets splashing under their feet, they could only scream loudly, jump around like crazy, and retreat awkwardly, like a group of dancing bears.

But the machine gun bullets kept chasing them.

When all the tax policemen saw it, they all jumped up and down with joy, laughing hard.

This kind of tap dance under bullets has always been the traditional repertoire of these bastards.

When I go out to be a gangster and encounter those guys who refuse to pay taxes, I give them this paragraph.

As long as you shoot a few shots at their feet, no matter how stubborn or stubborn you are, you will have to pay the money honestly.

When Ivan saw that situation, his mind also buzzed, and his mind went blank. He stared blankly at the thugs jumping around desperately while screaming and wailing like a group of girls.

For the first time in his life, he encountered something that made him tremble with fear.

On the other hand, Xiaobai looked at Ivan's face turning green and white, but he kept shaking his head and sighing: This stupid fat man will be unlucky this time, and he will be unlucky again~!

But looking at the look in his eyes, it seems that he is more gloating about his misfortune. It would be nice if this man would be obedient earlier. Mr. Lei likes this kind of disobedient people the most.

The second master who was too obedient was too embarrassed to take action. If he was disobedient, it would hurt them to the bone.

After a while, the continuous sound of gunfire stopped until one of the machine gun magazines was emptied.

The jumping thugs were already tired and their legs were weak. As soon as the gunfire stopped, they all collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath and sticking out their tongues for so long, they were shocked.

He looked fearfully at the still smoking muzzle of the machine gun.

Because the exercise just now was too intense, even if they were lying on the ground, their legs would twitch from time to time.

In order to avoid those ruthless bullets, they risked their lives, which scared the souls who flew away and have not returned yet.

Seeing their wonderful performance, Leo smiled proudly, proud of his world-famous trick of the State Administration of Taxation. He didn't say anything, but looked at Ivan expectantly.

Ivan shivered and took out a handkerchief from his pocket, then wiped it on his pale face, calmed down, and then realized that the fat little guy opposite had been staring at him.

He was startled for a moment. Then he realized what he was doing. He stiffened his body, bowed slowly, and said, "Ivan, Fox, I've met... I've met the Bureau... Your Excellency, the Director."

After the gunfire rang out, Mr. Ivan suddenly figured it out: it is a Semitic tradition to entertain guests who come to your door in a warm and friendly manner, and a bad attitude is also very inconsistent with the spirit of aristocratic chivalry.

Of course, the more important reason is that the old Semitic government troops are too useless and have no ability to fight back. Now this place is covered by this group of people. The situation is stronger than the people, so naturally we can only listen to their words.

Leo immediately laughed and said with a bold face: "You're welcome, you're welcome. Since ancient times, people have been in the same family. The God of Light and the Great Demon God are brothers. We can eat in the same pot and sleep in the same room. Who among us brothers will follow?

Who is it? You think so? Hahahahaha..."

Everyone was dumbfounded, and couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile: He led his men to smash the door while trying to build a relationship. This little fat guy was really shameless.

Just now he was shooting at them with a machine gun, but now he can be so shy and talk so affectionately. This is really... I can't help but admire this little fat guy. He is not old, but how can he be so shameless~!

This young man is indeed a mature politician.

Even Ivan almost pointed at his nose and asked: "What did you do when you shot everyone with a machine gun just now?"

But in the end he opened his mouth, but he could only hold it back secretly and forced himself to endure it: although as a noble, he was very arrogant in front of the common people, but because of this, he could understand the reality in front of him more clearly.

He took a breath, forced himself to calm down, restored his aristocratic demeanor, and said politely: "I wonder why the Director came to see me today?"

Leo waved his hand and said: "There's nothing wrong. The director just heard that Brother Ivan is the largest landowner in the county. He has a lot of money, is extremely wealthy, is willing to do good, and has many guests.

So brother came here to pay a visit. Haha, hahaha..."

Ivan was startled for a moment, then raised the corner of his mouth, and tried his best to only show a smile that looked like he was crying. He looked at Leo, carefully observed Lei Erye's expression, and asked cautiously and tentatively: "Your Excellency, Director

, are you really just here to take a look?”

Leo put one hand behind his waist, holding out his belly, waved his other hand, and laughed boldly again: "I really just came to see you, look at you, between us brothers, can you still not trust me?"

Ivan immediately grinned: This little fat guy is really weird, he is actually a sweet-talking and sword-loving master. He can say such shameless words without even blushing.

I don’t know who he learned this from?

"Of course..." Leo coughed suddenly at this time, then changed his tone, showing an embarrassed look, and said: "Of course, there are some small things that I need to discuss with Brother Ivan. Haha, it's really a little bit.

It’s a trivial matter. You don’t need to take it to heart. Hahahaha…”

Leo also specially stretched out his hand and pinched his thumb and index finger to show that he was really cute.

Ivan sighed in his heart: He is indeed here.
To be continued...