Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 3 Hidden Pawn and Report Letter
After the young patrolman finished speaking, he ran out in a hurry without waiting for his two colleagues to answer.
The two patrolmen in the interrogation room looked at each other, and they immediately checked Goethe's handcuffs. After confirming that there was no problem, they ran out.
Tap, tap, tap!
The footsteps gradually faded away.
Then, a figure walked into the interrogation room.
It was the young patrolman from before.
At this moment, the young patrolman was staring at Goethe with a look full of malice.
Especially after seeing Goethe's surprise, the malice became even stronger and a hint of pride appeared.
The other party approached step by step, and when he stood in front of Goethe, he said condescendingly:
"Do you think you can get away?"
"But don't worry, you are still useful, I won't kill you here!"
"so……"
"It will only make you lose your ability to move!"
As the other party spoke, he waved his fist, strode over, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face.
But, the next moment——
Bang!
The other party's grim smile froze on his face.
The other person lowered his head and looked at Goethe's raised foot.
To be precise, it was the foot that kicked him in the crotch.
Kicking the crotch!
“Ah…Ohhhh!”
A shrill scream followed, but there was an inexplicable sharpness in that scream.
Goethe retracted his kick at the crotch, and the opponent covered his crotch with both hands, bent his whole body, and was about to stagger backward, but Goethe 's leg, which he had just retracted, immediately bent his knees and raised them up, hitting the opponent's chin.
Bang!
The man held his crotch with his head held high.
Then, he collapsed in front of Goethe.
Without any hesitation, Goethe raised his foot and stepped on it.
The sturdy heels of the leather shoes fell on the other person's cheeks, head, and neck like raindrops.
Bang, bang, bang!
Snap!
After continuous footsteps, a crisp sound was finally heard.
The opponent's neck was broken.
Goethe stopped only after confirming that the opponent was breathing and had no strength to resist.
He sat in a chair, looking at the corpse on the ground, with a gleam of brilliance in his eyes.
Just now, in order to deal with the opponent more effectively and safely, he directly chose to use [Bloody Honor] to enhance [Unarmed Combat]!
And the effect?
Better than expected!
[Unarmed Combat (Beginner) → Unarmed Combat (Advanced)]
[Unarmed Combat (Skilled): With a solid foundation, after many actual battles, your physique and skills have been further strengthened, and you have become one of the best in the amateur boxer circle; Effect: Physical +0.3 (Basic, Beginner, Skilled 0.1), Skill +0.2 (Beginner, Skilled 0.1)]
…
Looking at the text in front of him that was being upgraded like a game, Goethe carefully felt the difference between himself and before.
"It's not just a one-sided enhancement, but an all-round enhancement of my body. My strength, speed, reaction, and even my vision, smell, and hearing all became stronger in an instant. And that skill... It's as if I've practiced it hundreds or thousands of times."
"Is this what 'body' and 'skill' mean?"
"That……"
"What is 'heart'?"
Goethe thought, looking at his heart which was still 0.
However, his thoughts were quickly brought back to reality.
Goethe looked down at the body on the ground.
The scene just now was indeed a little beyond his expectations.
According to his guess, it should be quite safe in this official organization that can deal with the "secret world"!
However, a hidden 'pursuer' appeared here.
"The force that's hunting me down is even more powerful than I imagined. Even the official forces have been infiltrated."
"However, fortunately, the opponent only has one hidden player. If there were more people, the opponent would not show up alone, and would not use such a clumsy trick to transfer the guards away."
Goethe was quite sure that the so-called "mass shooting on Pine Avenue" was just a few people firing a few shots into the air, which then attracted the attention of the police and made it easier for the other party to take action.
"It took a lot of effort to plant this hidden player!"
"The other party's role is different from that of 'Goethe's friend'. He is not cannon fodder, but more like 'insurance' to solve subsequent problems!"
"Not only did they arrange for 'cannon fodder', but they also provided 'insurance' afterwards. Who on earth did the Wayne family offend?"
Goethe looked at the corpse on the ground and narrowed his eyes.
When he was at home, Goethe had seen more than once similar methods of throwing out the "cannon fodder" that had been prepared long ago in the final stages of cleaning up, ending a matter once and for all, and arranging "insurance" just in case.
But those who use these methods are all extremely difficult guys.
Or he can be called a big shot in a certain area.
The Wayne family is just an ordinary "country rich family". No matter what, there is no way they can mess with that kind of guy.
Goethe had more and more doubts in his heart.
He thought and waited.
He believed that the patrolmen who left would not be gone for long.
In fact, this is true.
About ten minutes later, the sound of dense footsteps could be heard in the corridor.
Tap tap tap.
When the soles of leather shoes collided with the concrete floor, a unique sound came from far away and Goethe looked towards the door.
Then,
The middle-aged patrolman and the two guard patrolmen pushed the door open and walked in.
Looking at Goethe still handcuffed to the chair, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.
But immediately, when the three noticed the corpse on the ground, the breath got stuck in their throat.
"Soko!"
One of the patrolmen exclaimed, while the other ran over to check on his colleague on the ground.
After checking the breathing and pulse, the patrolman turned his head with a grim expression and said to the middle-aged patrolman.
“Dead!”
The middle-aged patrolman immediately pointed his gun at Goethe again with a vicious look in his eyes.
The other two patrolmen picked up their batons and surrounded Goethe on the left and right.
Faced with the encirclement of three people, Goethe looked towards the door.
Following behind the three people, there was another person.
However, at this time, the other party did not come in, but stood at the door and looked at the situation in the room.
He was a tall, bearded middle-aged man with messy curly brown hair, cloudy eyes, and a hint of alcohol on his body. Even though he was just standing at the door, Goethe in the interrogation room could clearly smell it.
Noticing Goethe's gaze, the other party once again confirmed that Goethe was firmly bound, then he moved his steps and walked in with a somewhat restrained tone.
The other party ignored the body on the ground, raised his hand to let the middle-aged patrolman put down his gun, and then introduced himself.
"I am Sheriff Swart of Rooster."
"You are the person in charge of this case!"
"Not the one you turned yourself in for!"
The sheriff stretched out his tone until everyone's eyes were on him, then he felt satisfied and continued -
"I just received an anonymous letter saying..."
"You killed your own brother."
