Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 25: Superior Firepower!
Swart swore he didn't mean it.
This is……
A subconscious reaction.
Including closing his eyes when facing the meat-cutting knife, it was also subconscious.
Then, the sheriff felt the collar on the back of his neck tighten, and his whole body was pulled backwards. He also heard a gunshot next to his ear.
Bang!
A burning sensation passed across my cheek.
It caused tinnitus.
When the sheriff opened his eyes again, the 'Golden Finger' he had chosen had been shot in the middle of the forehead and fell to the ground.
"Thank you."
The sheriff thanked him.
Goethe ignored him and fired three more shots at the chest and face of the "Golden Finger" before picking up the meat hook and meat-cleaver in his hands.
When the meat hook was touched, the words appeared before my eyes——
[Sharp Meat Hook (Bloody Honor): This is a meat hook used by butchers. It was made not too long ago and is well maintained. It is extremely sharp. At this moment, it has been stained with blood that shouldn't be there. To use it, you need special skills, otherwise, it is no better than a dagger.]
【Get bloody honor! 】
…
This time I didn't return empty-handed.
"Another trump card!"
Looking at the number of [Bloody Honor] reduced to 2, Goethe breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
Then, without raising his head, he said to Swart.
"Call someone!"
Soon, a team of twelve fully armed patrolmen who were lying in ambush outside Guta Street rushed in. At Goethe's signal, Swart led the team to surround No. 13 Guta Street.
Next, it's shooting and throwing.
The team of twelve people was divided into two groups. One group was a shooting team of ten people, with five people shooting and five people loading bullets. They continuously strafed No. 13 Guta Street - all-round. Goethe would not make the same mistake as Delber and his gang.
So, the remaining two grenadiers came on the scene.
The two men threw bundles of lit explosives into No. 13 Guta Street through the broken window.
Boom , boom, boom!
Amid the huge explosion, No. 13 Guta Street was reduced to ruins.
"alert!"
After Swart shouted loudly, he began to fan the dust in front of him with his hands.
Goethe had already covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, stood aside with two guns in hand, and paid close attention to his surroundings.
After a dozen seconds, the dust settled.
Five of the ten patrolmen armed with rifles began to approach No. 13 Guta Street, while the remaining five dispersed and aimed at that place.
"The Sheriff has made a discovery !"
Soon, the five people who entered made a discovery.
Yes, a corpse.
Three bodies were pulled out from under the rubble.
One person was shot to death, and the remaining two had incomplete limbs, obviously killed by the explosion.
Standing outside 13 Guta Street, Goethe carefully examined the body.
None of them looked familiar.
It can only be confirmed as death.
This was enough for Goethe.
"Look for the basement."
Goethe said, and Swart immediately did as he was told.
In less than a minute, the entrance to the basement was found.
This is a flat wooden board with an iron handle on the outside, and it should be located near the kitchen in the house.
Swart looked at Goethe inquiringly.
He won't go down.
If Goethe forced him to go down, he would...let his men around him go down.
As for what dangers we might encounter?
He doesn't care.
He's fine anyway.
And Goethe?
Naturally, I won’t go down.
Goethe would never do such a thing as rashly going into someone else's territory, which he was not familiar with.
However, he is very good at getting the opponent to leave his territory.
"Get some wood and bales of hay, light them, and blow the smoke down."
Goethe said.
Immediately, Swart's men took action.
These patrolmen are not stupid. They can see that there must be considerable danger below.
It would be great if we didn’t have to go down now.
So, there is a lot of motivation.
Bales of hay and wood were piled at the entrance to the basement and then set on fire.
Thick smoke was blown into the basement by two blowers.
After a while, coughing sounds were heard in the basement.
Hearing the cough, Goethe remained calm and said calmly.
"continue."
The patrolmen worked harder.
However, those who need to be vigilant are still on guard.
At this time, Swart walked over calmly, trying to get his crotch closer to the flames.
Is he roasting his crotch?
No!
He was checking the criminal's hiding place from close range so that he could make arrangements immediately if an accident occurred.
Swart firmly believed this.
So, he was very calm and composed.
Time passed by every second.
When two more bales of hay were brought in, the people in the basement finally couldn't bear it anymore -
Bang!
The baffle of the basement was knocked open and a figure jumped out.
Bang bang bang!
The alert patrolmen opened fire.
At least two bullets hit the other person, causing him to fall heavily to the ground.
However, the opponent, who was shot twice, rolled over and stood up.
In the smoke and fire, the opponent's face was pitch black and his hair was like hay, but his eyes were a horrifying bloody red. Every patrolman who saw such a bloody red could not help but tremble in his heart, and the action of pulling the trigger could not help but slow down.
Especially Swart, his calves were shaking.
When the sheriff saw the scarlet blood, he felt as if a butcher's knife was placed on his neck. The strong smell of blood penetrated into his nostrils, making him extremely uncomfortable and terrified, and he wanted to shout loudly.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, the sheriff covered his mouth tightly.
but……
The crotch of my pants, which had just dried under the scorching flames, became wet again.
Everyone was shocked.
but,
Goethe did not.
Smell of blood?
Butcher knife?
During the time he was living abroad in his hometown, he saw a lot.
This little bit in front of me?
Pediatrics.
Bang, bang, bang!
Both guns fired repeatedly.
The man with bloodshot eyes was beaten back repeatedly.
The opponent obviously did not expect to encounter such an attack, just as he did not expect Goethe to launch an attack so quickly. Therefore, at such a close distance, none of the twelve bullets in Goethe's two revolvers missed the target and all hit the opponent.
Every time a bullet hits the opponent, he will take a step back.
Every time he hit a target, Goethe would take a step forward to maintain his hit rate.
After the twelve shots were fired, the two men had reached the center of the street.
The other person stared at Goethe, his body staggering.
Finally, he fell to the ground and couldn't get up.
Goethe stepped back cautiously and waved to the patrolmen who had recovered.
"Aim and shoot."
"Try to hit the vital points."
Goethe commanded.
The next moment——
Bang bang bang!
Amid the continuous gunfire, the unidentified man hiding in the basement was beaten into a pool of rotten flesh.
Especially after the two bundles of explosives exploded, the opponent was dead.
Goethe narrowed his eyes and looked at the body on the ground which could no longer be called a body, but he did not relax his vigilance. After signaling Swart to have someone protect the scene, he reloaded his bullets while looking towards the basement.
"Two of you go to the front, and two of you go to the back. No one else is allowed to get close."
"You go to the police station now to call for reinforcements."
"And you guys help me clean up the ruins."
"Go check the remaining two."
Without Goethe's instructions, Swart arranged everything extremely skillfully.
Everyone has their own responsibilities.
Including, Swart.
The gunshots and explosions just now had already attracted the attention of the entire Guta Street.
The reporters must be on their way as well.
Swart, who knew the truth, immediately poured water all over his body with the kettle on the carriage.
Just as Swart got himself wet, two patrolmen who had just entered the basement ran up howling.
The two people looked pale and shouted in fear: "Yes, yes..."
