Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 34: Backhand!
The 'guy' behind Old Bill had his eyes wide open before he died.
Obviously, he didn't believe that after he took the hostages, Goethe would order the shooting and completely disregard the safety of the hostages.
Annoyance, remorse, and unwillingness.
Begin to appear in the other person's eyes.
He regretted his greed and sneaked into No. 32 Durian Street.
He regretted that he continued to be greedy and chose to seek the skin of a tiger.
He was unwilling to die like this despite having a bright future.
But even if I die...
"You have to be buried with me!"
The hostage-taker, who had been shot dozens of times, looked towards the room across the street where candles were lit and yelled with the last of his strength.
Unfortunately, his internal organs were churning and his voice was blocked in his throat by the blood. In the end, he only made two "huh, huh" sounds before he was completely dead.
Swart pulled open the curtains on the second floor, stood at the window, looked at the two bodies across the street, and waved his hand.
"Surround them!"
The sheriff shouted arrogantly.
"Another victory without any casualties!"
"The great Sheriff Swart is getting closer and closer to his position as Chief!"
Deep down, the sheriff was thinking very happily.
In fact, he couldn't wait to imagine what would happen then.
A smile unconsciously appeared on the sheriff's face.
However, the next moment, he was pressed to the ground by Goethe.
at the same time--
Bang bang bang!
A series of gunshots rang out.
The room where Goethe and Swart were was sprayed with bullets.
The patrolmen on the road were stunned, then they raised their guns and fired back at the sudden attackers.
Unfortunately, it didn't hit the target at all.
The attacker was very smart and changed his position immediately after firing the shot.
Under cover of darkness, the attackers began to retreat.
After all, he was only there 'just in case'!
Now……
whoosh!
A slender flying knife like a dagger suddenly shot out from the shadows. The attacker did a nimble front flip while running, jumped onto the wall, and tapped his toes, not only avoiding the sudden flying knife, but also putting a considerable distance between himself and Mrs. Pence who was controlling the flying knife.
Mrs. Pence walked out of the shadows and frowned as she looked at the attacker standing on the roof.
'Superhuman'!
Mrs. Burns had some doubts when Goethe invited her before, but not now.
The other party is undoubtedly a transcendent person like her.
and……
Ability unknown!
Although the opponent showed great agility, he did not reveal any extraordinary abilities.
This made Mrs. Pence quite alert!
The extraordinary ones are scary.
The unknown extraordinary people are the most terrifying.
This is a proverb among extraordinary people, simple but memorable.
Mrs. Pence stared at the opponent with her eyes straight. She left three throwing knives for protection and approached the opponent silently with the remaining two throwing knives. The one that had been revealed was shot at the opponent with great fanfare.
"Your flying knife is very famous in Lust."
"I don't want to try."
"and……"
"Guess why I'm here?"
The hoarse voice covered up the original sound.
A sealed test tube in his hand fell directly to the ground.
Bang!
Amid the sound of shattering glass, a large cloud of smoke enveloped the surroundings, completely obscuring Mrs. Pence's vision.
Mrs. Burns's throwing knives are very powerful.
All the extraordinary people of Lust know it.
But they also know how to deal with it.
The unknown extraordinary people are the most terrifying!
This statement is never wrong.
When a supernatural being takes off the cloak of mystery, even if he is very powerful, he will have weaknesses.
Mrs. Burns frowned slightly and did not chase after him.
It's not because I've been recognized that I've lost my confidence.
But it was the other party's last words.
Mrs. Burns turned and went to Old Bill's Watch Shop.
"There really are attackers!"
Swart shook his head which was covered with glass shards. He looked a little frightened, completely losing his previous arrogant look.
Although Goethe's attitude before had already shown that there was something wrong with this incident, he still felt a little nervous when he actually met the sheriff, and his crotch naturally felt a little wet.
But that’s not the point!
The key point is that a dark shadow appeared on the windowsill.
The night wind blew in through the broken window, the candle had long been extinguished, and the other person's clothes fluttered.
The backlight of the moon obscured the other person's face, but the bloodshot eyes of the other person who was half-squatting on the windowsill were clearly visible.
"Morning monster!"
Swart was shocked and then completely peed himself.
The sheriff still remembered the 'monster' he encountered in the morning.
After all, that was the guy who survived being shot more than a dozen times.
He had thought there was only one.
How come I met another one now?
Am I going to finish?
The sheriff felt resentful in his heart.
However, to the relief of the sheriff, the monster simply glanced at him and then looked directly at Goethe, who was standing next to him with a gun.
Bang bang bang!
Goethe pulled the trigger.
Gunfire flashed.
The air was filled with smoke.
Swart rolled and crawled to get behind Goethe before he dared to look up again.
This sight almost made the sheriff cry.
The monster with bloodshot eyes was still half squatting on the windowsill. Even though he had been shot twelve times, he didn't show any signs of falling down. In fact, his body only shook twice.
"Stronger than that monster this morning!"
Swart wailed in his heart.
If Swart could see it, Goethe could certainly see it too.
When all twelve bullets in the two revolvers were fired, the monster with scarlet eyes finally moved.
The other person jumped into the room from the windowsill.
Bang!
The floor was shaking with the dull sound.
The other party slowly stood up straight.
At this time, Goethe realized that the other person was much taller and stronger than an ordinary person.
The opponent's head almost touched the ceiling, and his forearm was as thick as an ordinary person's thigh.
The man standing there looked like a bear standing up, and the twelve wounds on his body were bleeding as he moved, but he did not look at all embarrassed.
On the contrary, it makes the opponent more powerful.
The murderous atmosphere, just like that in the morning, filled the room.
"That's all?"
"Anything else?"
The other person looked down at Goethe, his pale teeth showing in his cracked mouth.
Swart, who had almost stood up and was hiding behind Goethe, fell down again with a cry of "Oh my God" when he saw this scene.
However, he took the opportunity to put his gun into Goethe's hand.
Swart knew he was a coward.
At this time, let alone shooting, even the hands holding the gun were shaking .
However, he also knew that he and Goethe were tied to the same rope and neither of them could escape.
Goethe is dead.
He definitely won't survive.
More likely, Goethe lived, but he died.
Therefore, he had to create a greater chance of winning for Goethe.
Therefore, even though he was so scared that he fell to the ground, Swart put his revolver into Goethe's hands - this was the only thing he could do now.
"court death!"
The tall and strong attacker saw this scene, roared, and raised his hand to grab Goethe.
Goethe kicked Swart away, dodged to the side, and fired the revolver in his hand again.
Bang bang bang!
Six more bullets.
The opponent's body shook again, and the grabbing palm slowed down, but when the bullets in Goethe's revolver were used up, the opponent pounced on him again. Goethe dodged immediately. The difference in body size and the resulting difference in strength made him have no intention of fighting the opponent head-on.
Relying on your own agility is the best choice at this time!
The mastery level of [Unarmed Combat] allowed Goethe to find a way to deal with the situation instantly!
The opponent's fist hit the wall behind Goethe.
Bang!
Suddenly, a big hole appeared on the wooden wall, as if a hammer had hit it. Then the other party growled, pulled out his palm, and continued to smash towards Goethe.
Bang, bang, bang!
Amid a series of muffled thuds, wood chips flew all over the room.
Goethe dodged repeatedly and threw the Swart revolver in his hand.
Bang!
The opponent didn't dodge at all, and the revolver hit him in the face without causing any damage. Instead, the opponent took advantage of this opportunity to force Goethe into a dead end.
When the other party saw Goethe, who was forced into a corner, raising his hand again, the other party thought that Goethe had run out of tricks and was just fighting desperately, and immediately sneered.
"Humph, you know there's no...Ahhh! My eyes!"
But before the other person could finish his words, a handful of grayish-white dust smeared on his face.
Suddenly, the sneer stopped and turned into miserable shouting.
And the moment the other party opened his mouth to scream, Goethe, who had been prepared for a long time, took out a dagger and inserted it directly into the other party's mouth.
