Calamity Crown

The mist that suddenly appeared thickened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The middle-aged patrolman driving had to turn up the brightness of the lantern. At the same time, he also lit another spare lantern, but it was still useless. The thick fog made him completely unable to see the road ahead.

The originally fast carriage slowed down suddenly.

Fortunately, it has reached the intersection of Guta Street.

It is not far from No. 1 Guta Street.

The middle-aged patrolman continued to drive the carriage carefully, but something went wrong.

Sigh!

Amidst the neighing of a horse, the car shook for a while and then came to a complete stop.

The middle-aged patrolman driving the car immediately carried a lantern, jumped off his seat and went to check the horse.

"Tuck, what's wrong?"

Inside the carriage, Swart's voice came.

"Sergeant, the fog was so thick that I didn't notice a hollow in the ground, and the horse hurt its hoof."

"We can only walk."

After the inspection, the middle-aged patrolman straightened up and said helplessly into the carriage.

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged patrolman was about to walk over to illuminate Swart. Even though there was a lantern hanging on the carriage, how could the middle-aged patrolman slack off on such a thing that could win Swart's favor.

Of course, he hoped that Swart would forget the "little thing" that the horse hurt his hoof because of his hospitality.

Even if there is a high probability that the horse will be sent to the butcher shop.

Thinking about how to make himself appear innocent, the middle-aged patrolman didn't notice what was behind him at all. Just as he took a step, a big hand stretched out from the fog behind him and covered it His mouth, and then, a dagger skimmed his neck.

The middle-aged patrolman who was struggling instinctively trembled, his eyes quickly lost their brilliance.

Then, when the attacker gently placed it on the ground, it was completely out of breath.

The assailant, who was stained with a lot of blood, didn't care, and just walked towards the carriage openly.

With the cover of fog, he was sure that the people inside could not see his face clearly, let alone the bloodstains.

Then, waiting for the door to open, he pounced.

Just leave the target with a small life.

leftover?

Naturally, kill them all.

Such a task is too simple for him.

Counting this order, he has done it four times.

Completely at home.

As for the so-called 'police identity'?

He doesn't care at all.

"Damn it!"

Hearing the subordinate's answer, Swart cursed in a low voice. The sheriff's face was very ugly, and he didn't mind walking, even though he only asked the shoemaker to maintain the leather shoes for 'free' in the afternoon.

At this moment, the sheriff's heart is full of anxiety!

Swart is very clear that any normal thing on weekdays will be abnormal and fatal when the adult intervenes.

call! call!

He took two deep breaths, adjusted his emotions, and then turned his head at one of his subordinates to signal him to get out of the car first.

The subordinate obviously sensed something was wrong, but faced with Swart's order, he didn't dare to resist at all.

The patrolman raised his hand and pushed towards the car door.

However, it was stopped by Goethe.

Unknowingly when the handcuffs were released, Goethe raised his right hand, raised his index finger and gestured a silence gesture in front of his lips, then grabbed the revolver from Swart's waist, and shot straight through the carriage door.

Bang, bang, bang!

Three shots in a row.

The sound of a body falling to the ground came from outside the carriage.

"Are you crazy?"

Swart exclaimed.

The sheriff thought that Goethe had shot his subordinate who was driving.

But Goethe ignored him at all, kicked the car door, and threw his windbreaker out.

immediately--

bang bang bang!

In the dense fog, gunshots erupted suddenly.

The windbreaker that was just thrown out was swayed left and right by the impact of the bullets in the air, like a bat being rolled up in the strong wind at night, and when the windbreaker fell to the ground, it was already in tatters.

Swart and the other two subordinates in the carriage shrank their necks in fright.

Almost subconsciously, Swart turned to ask Goethe what to do.

But when he turned his head, the police chief suddenly realized that Goethe, who was still beside him just now, had disappeared.

At the same time, the door on the other side of the carriage was also opened quietly.

Obviously, Goethe got off from the other side of the carriage when the attention of the attacker outside was attracted by the windbreaker.

Seeing all this, two of Swart's men rushed towards the door on this side without even thinking about it. They even fought to get out of the carriage first, especially the one who was pointed at by the gun before. The subordinate, when he found out that Swart also wanted to get out of the car, immediately raised his leg and kicked Swart in the face.

The sheriff covered his face and backed away, and the two of Swart's men jumped out of the carriage almost at the same time after realizing that they had nothing to do with each other.

But before the two of them stood firm——

bang bang bang!

Blood blossomed, and more than five bullets covered the bodies of the two.

The whole body of the two people trembled several times as if they were electrocuted, and then fell into a pool of blood without making a sound.

Seeing this scene, Swart, who was still yelling just now, quickly covered his mouth, forcing himself not to make a sound, and then curled up under the seat of the car.

"How to do how to do?"

"Am I going to die young?"

"I knew that if I got involved in that adult's affairs, I would encounter misfortune!"

The sheriff curled up, trembling, his mind was already muddled, he didn't know what to do, he was hiding subconsciously.

But Goethe, who rolled off the carriage, was extremely clear-headed.

In fact, just now, when he smelled the sudden smell of blood through the car door, Goethe instantly calmed down.

At this moment, Goethe crouched in the corner, letting his eyes get used to the thick fog, and at the same time, remembering the position where the gunfire flashed before.

However, he did not shoot.

Instead, he stared vigilantly at the location of the flashing gunfire, while being as careful as possible, without making a sound, and crawled towards the building on one side.

Never fight in unfamiliar places!

In his hometown, he once suffered a loss, and the experience of being lucky enough to survive made Goethe very clear about what he should do at this moment——

Return to No. 1 Guta Street!

The fog in front of him obscured his vision, but it had little effect on the opponent.

Obviously, these people are used to fighting in this environment!

There may even be some 'assistance' so that the opponent's vision can be the same as usual in the fog.

And him?

Even though he had tried his best to adapt just now, his vision was still greatly affected!

In this case, with his marksmanship, there is no chance of winning.

But once you enter No. 1 Guta Street, it will be different.

That's the home of 'Goethe'!

He has almost 19 years of memory there.

There is……

His home field!