Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 40 Hesitation will lead to defeat!
'Killer in the fog'!
The other party was hiding nearby just now.
The fact that the 'flesh and blood believer' was able to sneak into the room silently and launch a surprise attack on him was undoubtedly the other party's work.
The other party should have been responsible for quickly getting rid of Mrs. Pence and killing the housekeeper.
And now?
The other party should be the 'fisherman'!
Morey, who had launched a fatal attack on the 'Son of Flesh and Blood', could not even stand steadily.
For the other party, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
As for him?
I’m afraid the other party won’t take it seriously!
Goethe took a deep breath and began to reload his revolver.
He hoped that the other party would not take him seriously.
Because only in this way can he have a chance of survival!
His trump card...
There is one more!
You only have one chance!
Goethe stood there holding his breath with two guns in his hands, while Morey leaned against the wall , trying his best not to fall. At the same time, a revolver appeared in the hands of the official person in charge of the extraordinary.
Most of the time, Morey doesn't use this revolver.
For the "superhumans", supernatural powers are far more useful than gunpowder weapons.
When a "superhuman" starts using gunpowder weapons, it means that he has reached the end of his rope.
Of course, it could also be a trap.
Panting, Morey hoped he was the latter.
But unfortunately, he is the former.
In fact, just the simple action of drawing and holding the gun made Morey feel dizzy.
He was already seriously injured, and the attack he just took, using all his strength, had made his injuries even worse.
Now, he might not even be able to pull the trigger.
Thinking of this, the official person in charge of the extraordinary smiled bitterly.
The look he gave Goethe was full of apology.
It really shouldn't be right to let a young man with a promising future die here with me.
If he could discover the 'hunting team' of the 'Flesh and Blood Church' in advance.
If only his battle with the 'Mist Killer' had been more decisive.
if……
There aren’t so many ifs!
Reality is always cruel!
"Feel sorry."
"I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
Morey apologized softly.
"unnecessary."
“I was involved in it.”
"He chose it."
Goethe said, looking towards the thick fog outside the door.
The rolling mist is like a tide,
Gray filled the surroundings, enveloping the entire house.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
There was an invisible pressure in the air, and as the thick fog spread inch by inch, it pressed towards Goethe and Morey.
Like a mountain.
Like an abyss.
The 'Mist Killer' is quite cautious.
We did not ignore the situation just because it was going well.
This made Goethe's heart sink.
The more cautious the other party is, the more disadvantageous it will be for him.
Soon, thick fog flooded the corridor and was about to enter the hall.
Goethe stood in the hall and licked his dry lips gently.
Morey tried to stand up straight.
Just when the two sides were on the verge of a fight, the sound of galloping carriages suddenly rang out, and three police carriages with lighted lanterns, carrying a team of fully armed patrolmen, came towards No. 11 Fevrey.
"Goethe? Goethe?"
"I am coming!"
Swart, who was sitting in the first carriage, stuck his head out and shouted.
Suddenly, the thick fog that was about to rush into the living room retreated.
Then, it disappeared.
The 'Mist Killer' is gone!
Goethe and Morey looked at each other and felt relieved.
Both of them felt like they had survived a disaster.
There is no doubt that the injuries of the 'Killer in the Fog' were more serious than imagined. Facing him, an 'ordinary person' and the seriously injured Morey, they were hesitant. However, when another team of ordinary people with weapons appeared, they retreated without hesitation.
thump.
Morey, who had just been standing upright, sat directly on the ground.
This official person in charge of the extraordinary has reached his limit.
And Goethe still stood with his gun.
Even when Swart walked in, Goethe didn't put down his gun.
"Don't shoot, it's me!"
Swart shouted loudly, and when he saw that Goethe was unmoved, he immediately thought of something.
"Code! That's right, code!"
“It seems so…”
“Beer, skewers, and crawfish!”
The sheriff thought about it and blurted out.
"What does crawfish taste like?"
Goethe continued to ask.
Immediately, the sheriff was stunned.
"You didn't tell me what it smelled like?"
Swart looked at Goethe in bewilderment.
Then, Goethe put down the gun aimed at Swart, and nodded to Morey who was paying attention here, "It's true."
“Nice test.”
Morey said this.
On weekdays, he likes to use the 'Identification Pocket Watch', even though there are some side effects, it is really convenient.
Now, after seeing Goethe's method, he suddenly wondered if he was relying too much on the 'secret treasure'?
However, immediately, this complex and extraordinary official shook his head.
He has become accustomed to this convenience.
It's difficult to correct.
Struggling to support his body, Morey stood up again.
"Sheriff Swart, thank you for your support."
"I will report your achievements truthfully."
Morey said formally.
After hearing Morey's words, Swart almost jumped for joy.
Why is he here?
Isn't it just for achievement?
The achievements reported by big figures like Morey are naturally the most prominent.
Swart seemed to have seen himself becoming the director.
However, the sheriff has not forgotten what he should do most now.
Bang!
Swart saluted Morey.
“This is what I should do!”
"Do you need me to call a doctor for you?"
Swart asked with courtesy.
“No need.”
"I have some medicine here."
"Sheriff Swart wants your men to guard here until noon tomorrow."
Morey said this.
Swart immediately saluted again.
"Your order, my mission."
The sheriff carried out Morey's orders meticulously.
Looking at Swart's extremely flattering appearance, Goethe did not feel any contempt.
Apart from some real "saints", people like Swart who are willing to work hard after receiving benefits are already quite good.
Most people are those who only take benefits but do not do anything.
Or even simply a liar.
"Do you need help?"
Seeing Morey pick up Mrs. Burns, Goethe immediately asked.
"Need not!"
"You've done enough for today!"
"I can handle the rest, you take a good rest!"
Morey smiled and shook his head, rejecting Goethe, and went upstairs holding Mrs. Burns.
Looking at the other person's back, Goethe's eyes were filled with surprise.
I could clearly not stand steadily just now.
But now, after just a short rest, he can pick up a person.
“ Is the Extraordinary One?”
Goethe sighed again.
Then, his brows furrowed.
He thought of 'Killer in the Fog'!
He was being closely watched by this 'superhuman' whose strength was almost equal to Morey's!
Where is the other party now?
What are you doing?
