Calamity Crown

Swart swore he didn't mean to.

This is……

A knee-jerk reaction.

Including closing your eyes in the face of the cutting knife, it is also subconscious.

Then, the sheriff felt a tightness on the back of his neck, and the whole person was pulled back without speaking, and there was a gunshot next to his ear——

boom!

A burning sensation ran across his cheeks.

There were bursts of tinnitus.

When the sheriff opened his eyes again, the 'gold finger' he picked out had already fallen to the ground with a bullet in the eyebrow.

"Thank you, thank you."

The sheriff thanked him.

But Goethe ignored it, and shot three more shots at the left and right chests and cheeks of that 'Goldfinger' before picking up the meat hook and meat knife in the opponent's hand.

When it touched the meat hook, the text appeared in front of it——

[Fengrui Meat Hook (Bloody Honor): This is the meat hook used by the butcher. It was built not long ago, and it is well maintained. It is extremely sharp. It has already been stained with blood that shouldn't be there. You need special skills, otherwise, it is worse than a dagger. 】

[Get bloody honor! 】

...

This time, it didn't come empty-handed.

"Another hole card!"

Looking at the [Bloody Honor] whose number had changed to 2, Goethe breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Then, he said to Swart without raising his head.

"Call someone!"

Soon, a team of twelve people ambushed outside Guta Street, and heavily armed patrolmen rushed in. Under Goethe's signal, Swart commanded the team to surround No. 13, Guta Street.

Then, it's shooting and throwing.

The twelve-man team was divided into two groups, a ten-man shooting team, with five shooting and five reloading, shooting continuously at No. 13 Guta Street—the all-round kind, which Goethe didn’t know. Make the mistake of Delber and his gang.

Therefore, the remaining two grenadiers appeared on the stage.

The two threw bundles of ignited explosives into No. 13 Guta Street through the damaged window.

Boom, boom!

Amidst the huge explosion, No. 13 Guta Street became ruins.

"alert!"

After Swart shouted loudly, he began to fan the dust in front of him with his hands.

Goethe covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief early on, and stood aside with two guns in hand, watching his surroundings vigilantly.

Ten seconds later, the dust settled.

Five of the ten patrolmen armed with rifles began to approach 13 Guta Street, while the remaining five spread out and aimed there.

"The sheriff found out!"

Soon, the five people who entered made a discovery.

Yes, corpses.

Three bodies were pulled out from under the rubble.

One person was shot and died, and the remaining two were mutilated, obviously killed by the bombing.

Standing outside No. 13 Guta Street, Goethe examined the corpse carefully.

None of them looked familiar.

It can only be confirmed as dead.

This is enough for Goethe.

"Find the basement."

said Goethe, and Swart did so at once,

In less than a minute, the entrance to the basement was found.

This is a flat wooden board with an iron handle from the outside, and the position should be near the kitchen in the house.

Swart looked at Goethe questioningly.

He will not go down.

If Goethe forced him to go down, he would... let the men around him go down.

As for what dangers you will encounter?

He doesn't care.

Anyway, he's fine.

And Goethe?

Naturally it won't go down either.

Goethe would never do this kind of thing that ventured into someone else's territory that he was not familiar with.

However, he is very good at getting the other party off his turf.

"Get wood and bales of hay, light it up, and blow smoke down there."

Goethe said.

Immediately, Swart's men sprang into action.

These patrolmen are not stupid, they can see that the following should be quite dangerous.

It's better not to go down now.

So, full of motivation.

Bales of hay and wood were piled up at the entrance to the basement and then set ablaze.

Billows of smoke were blown into the basement by two blowers.

After a while, there was a coughing sound in the basement.

Hearing the cough, Goethe's face remained unchanged, and he said lightly.

"continue."

The patrolmen worked harder.

However, those who should be vigilant are still vigilant.

At this time, Swart walked over calmly, trying to keep his crotch as close to the flame as possible.

Is he roasting his crotch?

No!

He was checking the murderer's hiding place at close range. If an accident happened, he would make arrangements as soon as possible.

Swart believes so firmly.

So, he was very calm.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

When two more bales of hay were brought in, the people in the basement finally couldn't help it——

boom!

The baffle in the basement was knocked open, and a figure jumped out.

bang bang bang!

The vigilant patrolmen fired straight away.

At least two bullets hit each other, causing the opponent to fall heavily to the ground.

However, the opponent who was shot twice turned over and stood up.

Under the smoke and fire, the opponent's face was black and his hair was like hay, but the opponent's eyes were tinged with a frightening scarlet. Every patrolman who saw such scarlet couldn't help trembling from the bottom of his heart, and pulled the trigger. The movements couldn't help but slow down.

Especially Swarte, his legs are spinning.

When the sergeant saw the scarlet, he felt a butcher's knife was placed on his neck, and the strong smell of blood penetrated into his nostrils, making him extremely uncomfortable and terrified, so he wanted to shout out loud.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, the sheriff tightly covered his mouth.

but……

The crotch that had just dried out under the flames was wet again.

Everyone was shocked.

but,

Goethe did not.

Bloody smell?

Butcher knife?

During the days when he was discussing life abroad in his hometown, he had seen too much.

What's in front of you?

Pediatrics.

Bang, bang, bang!

The double guns fired again and again.

The man with scarlet eyes was beaten back again and again.

The opponent obviously did not expect to encounter such an attack, just like he did not expect Goethe to launch an attack so quickly. Therefore, at such a close range, none of the twelve bullets in Goethe's two revolvers missed. , all hit the opponent's body.

Every time you hit a shot, the opponent will take a step back.

Every time he hits a shot, Goethe will take a step forward in order to maintain his hit rate.

After twelve shots were fired, the two of them had arrived in the middle of the street.

The other party stared at Goethe, his body crumbling.

In the end, fell to the ground.

Goethe retreated vigilantly, and waved at the recovered patrolmen.

"Aim and shoot me."

"Hit as hard as you can."

Goethe ordered.

next moment--

bang bang bang!

Under the continuous gunfire, the unidentified person hiding in the basement was beaten into a pile of rotten flesh.

Especially when the two bundles of explosives exploded, the opponent couldn't die anymore.

Goethe, who narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the corpse on the ground that could no longer be called a corpse, and did not relax his vigilance. After signaling Swart to let someone protect the scene, he reloaded and looked towards the basement.

"The two of you go to the front, the two of you go to the back, and the people around you are not allowed to approach."

"You're going to the police station to call for reinforcements now."

"There are a few of you who will clean up the ruins for me."

"Let me go down and check the remaining two."

Without Goethe's instructions, Swart arranged everything very skillfully.

Everyone does their job.

Including, Swart.

The gunshots and explosions just now have already attracted the attention of the entire Guta Street.

The reporter must also be on the way.

In this regard, Swart, who knew it well, immediately poured water all over his body with the water bottle that came with the carriage.

And just after Swart let himself get wet, two patrolmen who had just entered the basement ran up crying and howling.

The faces of the two people were pale, and they shouted in horror: "Yes, yes..."