Calamity Crown

The 'that guy' behind Old Bill's eyes widened before he died.

Obviously, he didn't believe that after he took the hostages, Goethe would order to shoot, completely disregarding the safety of the hostages.

Annoyed, remorseful, unwilling.

began to appear in each other's eyes.

Annoyed by his greed, he sneaked into No. 32 Durian Street.

He regretted that he continued to be greedy and chose to seek skin from a tiger.

He was unwilling to have a great future, but died like this.

However, even if you die...

"You have to be buried with me too!"

The hostage-taker, who had been shot more than a dozen times, looked towards the room with lit candles across the street, and shouted with the last of his strength.

It's a pity that the internal organs surged up, and the other party's voice was blocked in the throat by blood. In the end, after two 'ho, ho', there was no breath at all.

Swara opened the curtains on the second floor, stood at the window and looked at the two corpses across the road, and waved his hand.

"Wrap around!"

The sheriff shouted proudly.

"Another victory without casualties!"

"The great Sheriff Swart is getting closer and closer to his position as chief!"

In the bottom of his heart, the sheriff thought even more flatteringly.

Even, he couldn't wait to imagine the situation at that time.

A smile appeared on the sheriff's face unconsciously.

However, the next moment, he was pushed to the floor by Goethe.

at the same time--

bang bang bang!

A series of gunshots sounded.

The room where Goethe and Swart were located was shot back and forth by bullets.

The patrolmen on the road were taken aback for a moment, and then raised their guns to fight back at the sudden assailant.

Unfortunately, the target was not hit at all.

The assailant was clever enough to change positions immediately after firing the shot.

Under the cover of darkness, the attackers began to retreat.

After all, he was here just 'just in case'!

Now……

Whoosh!

A slender dagger-like flying knife suddenly shot out from the shadows. The running attacker did a dexterous front flip and jumped up the wall beside him, pointing his toes. Not only did he avoid the sudden flying knife, but the whole body There was even a considerable distance between the man and Mrs. Burns who was controlling the throwing knife.

Mrs. Burns, who stepped out of the shadows, frowned slightly as she looked at the attacker standing on the roof.

'Extraordinary'!

When Goethe invited her before, Mrs. Burns had some doubts, but not now.

The other party was undoubtedly a Transcendent like her.

and……

Ability unknown!

Although the opponent showed vigorous skills, he didn't show any extraordinary ability.

This made Mrs. Burns quite vigilant!

Transcendents are scary.

The unknown transcendent is the scariest.

This is a proverb among extraordinary people, it is simple but enough to be remembered.

Mrs. Burns stared straight at the other party, leaving behind the three flying knives for body protection, the remaining two flying knives approached the other party silently, while the revealed throwing knife shot towards the other party with great fanfare. other side.

"Your throwing knife is famous in Lust."

"I don't want to try."

"and……"

"Guess why I'm here?"

The hoarse voice covered the original voice.

A sealed test tube in his hand hit the ground directly.

boom!

Amidst the sound of glass shattering, a large cloud of smoke enveloped the surroundings, completely obscuring Mrs. Burns' sight.

Mrs. Burns's throwing knife is very strong.

Lust Transcendents know it all.

However, they also know how to deal with it.

The unknown transcendent is the scariest!

This sentence is always true.

When the transcendent loses its 'mysterious' coat, no matter how powerful it is, there will be weaknesses.

Mrs. Burns frowned slightly, but she didn't chase after her.

It's not because of being recognized, I'm not sure.

It was the last words of the other party.

Mrs. Burns turned and walked towards the 'Old Bill's Watch Shop'.

"There really are attackers!"

Swart shook his head full of glass slag, and the whole person looked a little frightened, completely gone from his previous arrogance.

Although Goethe's attitude had already indicated that there was a problem with this incident, he still panicked when he actually met the sheriff, and his crotch naturally felt a little wet.

However, this is not the key!

The key point is that a black shadow appeared on the windowsill.

Broken windows, the night wind blowing in, the candles had already been extinguished, and the other party's clothes were swaying again and again.

The backlight of the moon obscured the opponent's appearance, but the opponent who was squatting halfway on the window sill had bloodshot eyes clearly.

"Monster of the morning!"

Swart was startled, and immediately peed thoroughly.

The police chief had a fresh memory of the 'monster' he encountered this morning.

After all, that was the guy who survived a dozen shots.

He had thought there was only one.

Why did you meet another one now?

Am I going to be done?

The sheriff grieved from the bottom of his heart.

However, to the sheriff's relief, the monster just glanced at him, and then looked directly at Goethe, who was standing next to him with a gun.

bang bang bang!

Goethe pulled the trigger.

Gunfire flickered.

The smoke filled the air.

Swart crawled and crawled behind Goethe before he dared to look up quietly again.

And seeing this made the sheriff almost cry.

The scarlet-eyed monster was still half-squatting on the window sill. He had already been shot twelve times, but he didn't appear to have fallen down at all. Even his body only shook a few times.

"Stronger than that monster in the morning!"

Swart groaned inwardly.

Swart can see it, and Goethe can naturally see it.

When all the twelve bullets in the two revolvers were fired, the scarlet-eyed monster finally moved.

The other party jumped into the room from the windowsill.

boom!

Amidst the dull sound, the floor was trembling.

The opponent slowly stood up straight.

Only at this time did Goethe realize that the opponent was taller and stronger than ordinary people.

The opponent's head almost reached the ceiling, and his forearm was as thick as an ordinary person's thigh.

The opponent standing there looked like a bear standing upright, and the twelve eye-catching eyes on his body were bleeding with the opponent's activities, but there was no embarrassment.

On the contrary, let the opponent's momentum become stronger.

The morning-like killing atmosphere enveloped the room.

"that's it?"

"Is there any more?"

The other party looked at Goethe condescendingly, and pale teeth were exposed in the cracked mouth.

Hiding behind Goethe, Swart, who had stood up at first, fell there again with a cry of "Oh my god" when he saw this scene.

However, he took advantage of the situation and stuffed his gun into Goethe's hand.

Swart knew he was timid.

At this time, let alone shooting, even the hand holding the gun is shaking.

However, he knew better that he and Goethe were grasshoppers on the same rope, and neither could escape.

Goethe is dead.

He will never survive.

More likely, Goethe is alive, but he is dead.

Therefore, he had to create a greater winning percentage for Goethe.

So, even when he was so frightened that he fell to the ground, Swart stuffed his revolver into Goethe's hand—it was the only thing he could do now.

"court death!"

Seeing this scene, the tall and strong attacker roared angrily, raised his hand and grabbed Goethe.

While Goethe kicked Swart away, he dodged to the side, and the revolver in his hand fired again.

bang bang bang!

Another six bullets.

The opponent's body swayed again, and the grasped palm also slowed down, but when the bullets in Goethe's revolver ran out, the opponent rushed forward again, and Goethe dodged immediately. The difference in stature and the difference in strength made him He had no intention of fighting the other party recklessly.

Relying on your own dexterity is the best choice at this time!

The proficient level of [unarmed combat] allowed Goethe to find a way to deal with it in an instant!

The opponent's fist hit the wall behind Goethe.

boom!

Immediately, a big hole appeared on the wooden wall, as if a hammer had hit it, and then the other party let out a low growl, pulled out his palm, and continued to smash it down towards Goethe.

Bang, bang, bang!

Amidst a series of muffled sounds, sawdust flew in the room.

Goethe dodged again and again, throwing Swart's revolver out of his hand.

Snapped!

The opponent didn't dodge at all, and the revolver just hit the opponent's face without causing any harm. Instead, taking advantage of this opportunity, the opponent pushed Goethe into a corner.

When Goethe, who was cornered, raised his hand again, the other party thought that Goethe was at the end of his rope and was just resisting in a corner, so he immediately sneered.

"Hmph, I know...Ahhh! My eyes!"

But before the other party finished speaking, a handful of off-white dust smeared on the other party's face.

Suddenly, the sneer stopped abruptly and turned into a miserable cry.

And the moment the opponent opened his mouth to scream, Goethe, who had been preparing for a long time, took out the dagger and inserted it directly into the opponent's mouth.