Calamity Crown

2022-01-18

Chapter 7 Home!

A sudden mist that thickens at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The middle-aged patrolman who was driving had to adjust the brightness of the lantern to the highest level, and at the same time, he also lit another spare lantern, but it was still useless, and the thick fog made him completely unable to see the front. road.

The originally fast carriage speed has slowed down.

Fortunately, here is the intersection of Guta Street.

Not far from 1 Guta Street.

The middle-aged patrolman cautiously drove the carriage on, but something went wrong.

xu lu lu lu!

With the neighing of a horse, the car stopped completely after shaking for a while.

The middle-aged patrolman who was driving immediately jumped out of his seat with a lantern and went to check the horse.

“Tucker, what’s wrong?”

In the car, Swart’s voice came.

“Sheriff, it’s so foggy that I didn’t notice a low spot on the ground and the horse hurt its hoof.”

“We had to walk.”

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

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged patrol officer was about to walk over and light up Swart. Even though the carriage still had a lantern hanging there, how could the middle-aged patrol officer slack off for something that could win Swart’s favor? .

Of course, he would prefer Swart to forget about ‘little things’ like a horse’s broken hoof because of his diligence.

Even though the horse is likely to be sent to the butcher shop.

Thinking about how to make himself appear innocent, the middle-aged patrolman didn’t notice the mist behind him at all. He stretched out and covered his mouth, and then a dagger slid across his neck.

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

Then, when the attacker gently placed it on the ground, there was no breath left.

The attacker who was stained with a lot of blood didn’t care, so just and honorable went to the carriage.

Covered by fog, he was sure that the people inside could not see his face, let alone blood.

Then, as soon as the door opened, he launched a surprise attack.

Just leave the target with a small life.

The rest?

Naturally kill them all.

Such a task is too easy for him.

Including this order, he has done it four times.

Completely familiar.

As for the so-called ‘police identity’?

He doesn’t care at all.

“Damn!”

Swart cursed in a low voice when he heard his subordinate’s answer, the sheriff’s face was very ugly, and he didn’t mind walking, even if it was only in the afternoon. Let the shoemaker maintain the shoes ‘free’.

At this moment, the sheriff’s heart is full of unease!

Swart knows very well that anything that is normally normal, when the adult intervenes, is abnormal and fatal.

Whoosh! call!

He took two deep breaths, adjusted his mood, 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 he didn’t dare to resist Swart’s order.

The patrolman raised his hand and pushed towards the door.

But, it was blocked by Goethe.

I don’t know when Goethe, who had opened the handcuffs, raised his right hand, raised his index finger and made a mute gesture in front of his lips, and snatched the revolver from Swart’s waist, across the carriage. the door, and shoot straight.

Bang, peng~ peng~!

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 Goethe had shot the subordinate he was driving.

But Goethe ignored him at all, kicked the door, and threw his trench coat out.

Immediately—

peng peng peng!

In the thick fog, gunshots erupted.

The windbreaker that was just thrown out was swayed left and right by the impact of the bullet in the air, like a bat that was rolled up in the strong wind at night, and by the time the windbreaker landed, it was already tattered.

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

Almost subconsciously, Swart is about to turn his head and ask Goethe what to do.

But when he turned his head, the sheriff 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 silently opened.

Apparently, Goethe got out of the car on the other side of the carriage when the attackers outside were attracted by the trench coat.

Seeing all this, two of Swart’s subordinates rushed towards the door on this side, not even think, and even tore down the carriage first, especially the previous one. The subordinate who was pointed at by the gun immediately raised his leg and kicked Swart in the face when he realized that Swart also wanted to get out of the car.

The sheriff covered his face and backed away, and the two Swart subordinates jumped off the carriage almost at the same time when they realized they couldn’t help each other.

But before the two of them stood firm—

peng peng peng!

Blood bloomed, and more than five bullets covered their bodies.

The whole body of the two people seemed to be electrocuted, and they shook several times, and then they fell into a pool of blood, and there was no sound.

Seeing this scene, Swart, who was scolding just now, quickly covered his mouth, forcing himself not to make any noise, and then he curled up under the seat of the carriage.

“What should I do? What should I do?”

“Am I going to die an untimely death?”

“I knew that the adult was involved Misfortune will happen to you!”

The sheriff curled up, shivering, his mind was already muddy, he didn’t know what to do, he was hiding subconsciously.

And Goethe, who rolled down the carriage, was very clear-headed.

In fact, just now, when he smelled the sudden bloody smell through the car door, Goethe’s whole body instantly calmed down.

At this moment, Goethe was crawling in the corner, allowing his eyes to adjust to the thick fog, and at the same time, remembering the location of the flashing gunfire before.

However, he didn’t shoot.

Instead, while vigilantly staring at the position of the flashing gunfire, he was as careful as possible to climb towards the building on one side without making a sound.

Never fight in unfamiliar places!

In his hometown, he suffered a loss and was lucky to be alive, so Goethe knew exactly what he should do at this moment-

Return to No. 1 Guta Street!

The fog in front of him blocked his sight, but it had little effect on the other party.

Apparently, these guys are used to fighting in this environment!

Even, there may be some ‘assistance’ so that the opponent’s field of vision can be no different from usual in the fog.

And he?

Even though I have just tried my best to get used to it, my vision has been greatly affected!

In this case, with his Spear Art, Impossible has a chance.

But once you enter 1 Guta Street, it’s different.

There’s ‘Goethe’ home!

He has nearly 19 years of memories there.

It’s…

His home!

(End of this chapter)