I will be crowned king

"boom!"

Deafening gunfire exploded in the narrow corridor on the second floor. The gangsters who had not yet recovered turned their heads in surprise and watched as a cloud of blood mist exploded behind the head of the guy who had just opened the door. He fell upright in the corridor; scarlet plasma and other liquids were flowing on the floor.

The dead silence lasted for a few seconds, and countless shouts and curses exploded in the corridor.

"There's an ambush!"

"The scum of the Guards?!"

"Go on, kill him and avenge our good brother Little Dick!"

"Yes, let him pay the price!"

What responded to them was the roar of the revolver...the muzzle of the gun protruding from behind the door, firing the trigger continuously at the long corridor. The dark lead bullets jumped on the wall and pulled out afterimages that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. The dazzling sparks and The plasma flew together, tearing flesh and blood apart and breaking bones amidst the shrill screams.

Amidst the gunshots and screams, the gangsters decisively abandoned their "good brother" who was lying on the ground, twitching and spitting blood, and scrambled to the front just as they had just shouted.

Anson, who had run out of bullets, took out his own gun from his waist, and at the same time threw the revolver to Sophia, who was covering her ears and looking pale: "You still have bullets on you, load them!"

She caught her revolver in a panic. The girl who was burned by the barrel was busy loading ammunition and asked nervously: "Hey, didn't you just say that there were reinforcements? Where are they?!"

"Almost there!"

Anson answered unhurriedly, drew his gun with his right hand, pointed it at the stairway entrance on the second floor, and fired a shot. The sparks exploding on the floor made a certain guy with his head shrink back.

Although the Sixth Revolver Battery was really exciting, Anson was temporarily pulled out by Sophia, and he only had a few bullets in the magazine; before reinforcements arrived, he had to rely on this inventory to deal with the opponent for a while.

Biting her lower lip, Sophia hurriedly loaded the revolver and handed it to Anson without saying a word, her hands shaking constantly.

"Don't be nervous, there's no point in being nervous." Looking at the panicked girl, Ansen continued to comfort her:

"Don't worry, this is all in my plan..."

"boom!"

Before he finished speaking, a burst of fire exploded on the wall, splashing lead bullets hit the door panel like raindrops, and deafening gunfire exploded from the direction of the stairway entrance.

The gangsters started firing.

Trumpet guns, revolvers, old-fashioned muskets, muskets...all kinds of old-fashioned, homemade firearms roared, and countless lead bullets, stones and garbage blown into pieces by gunpowder sprayed into the narrow corridor.

In the smoke that was so strong and choking, Anson stood firmly against the wall and listened to the seemingly endless gunshots. He could even take out his pocket watch to check the time leisurely. Unfortunately, he didn't have a cup of hand-ground coffee or rum at hand.

This is also one of the advantages of the conjurer: his excellent sense of distance and judgment make him very clear that the wall behind him cannot be easily broken open by lead bullets, or firearms similar to firecrackers in the hands of gangsters outside the door. At the same time, there is no need to look around like a scout hiding in a trench at the risk of being killed by stray bullets. You can know how far away you are from the enemy by the sound.

But in the eyes of the uninformed Sophia, this was a completely different scene:

Anson Bach... This guy seems to have no idea what fear is. Even if he is surrounded by enemies, he can still pretend to be calm. There is no trace of nervousness in him.

This guy, what on earth is he...

Just when the girl was full of doubts, the sound of horse-drawn carriages and uniform rows of gunfire suddenly came from the old wall street outside the window. The intensive gunfire echoed over the street like a sudden heavy rain.

Sophia, who was extremely nervous just now, immediately showed a look of surprise. Such a neat row of gunshots was definitely not something a gangster could do:

"Reinforcements have arrived?!"

"Yes." Anson put away his pocket watch and looked at the girl with a chuckle:

"The Guards are here!"

"Guards?!"

The joy did not stay on the girl's face for even a minute. She stared at Anson in shock mixed with an ugly expression: "Didn't they already search it again? Why did they come back?!"

"It's simple, because I'm here." Anson replied while taking the time to fight back at the gangster at the other end of the corridor:

"Remember that time outside St. Isaac's College?"

"St. Isaac's College...Ah!" Sophia suddenly realized.

Because the whereabouts of a certain novelist are still unknown, Anson Bach has become an important clue in the eyes of the Guards; in order to catch him, they even went so crazy as to ambush in the church college.

As long as we have this premise, it is not difficult to imagine what the senior officers of the Guards would have thought when they searched the newspaper office early in the morning and discovered that their biggest clue at the moment ran to Old Wall Street - even if it was just a misunderstanding, they would not Let go of this one in ten thousand possibility.

In order to catch Draco Vertes, this group of people had already been hysterical. They mobilized an entire army for the one in ten thousand possibility, and there was nothing strange about it.

After thinking about all this, Sophia was first proud of her cleverness, and then immediately cursed at Anson:

"Why didn't you tell me that I was being followed by the Guards in the first place?!"

"I thought you knew!" Anson looked at her sincerely, stretched out the door with his right hand and fired back:

"And isn't this just right? If we get rid of them from the beginning, there will be no reinforcements now - I said, everything is in my plan."

"What kind of plan is this? What clues can be left if the Guards search again?!"

"The most important thing now is to survive, and survival is the first priority - you didn't find any clues anyway, right? There is no loss at all!"

"That's because of some bastard who messed up my plans, otherwise I would have found him!"

"With all due respect, dear Miss Sophia, these are just your wishful thinking."

"Can you say that again?!"

While the two were still arguing, the Guards outside the door of the newspaper office had already assembled, and lined up neatly in three rows amidst the rapid sound of bugles.

"Guards—Xu Jin shoots, move forward!"

Without warning, without threat, the knife-wielding officer issued the order that symbolized death without warning.

In the thick smoke, rows of lead bullets swept across the newspaper hall. The gangsters' weak firepower was almost wiped out in the first round, and then they were hit by rounds of volleys. Unilateral ravage.

With the rhythmic sound of military boots, the Guards, who maintained three-stage shooting, steadily advanced towards the door of the newspaper office. The gangsters who had no time to dodge or try to escape fell one after another.

"Have you complained enough, my Miss Sophia?"

Listening to the increasingly intensive gunshots downstairs, Anson stood up and returned the revolver to the girl: "Take it and follow us carefully - just like we promised at the beginning."

"What do you want to do?"

"Of course he ran away!" Anson shrugged and kicked open the door that was torn apart by lead bullets:

"Otherwise, do you want the headline in tomorrow's newspaper to be 'The Archbishop's daughter is trapped in a gang, and the zealous Guards are actively trying to rescue her'?"

By the way, do you want two chapters of 2,000 words per day, or one big chapter of 4,000 words?