Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 47: Twisted!
The teasing and malicious greeting made Kyle fight back without hesitation.
Unfortunately, Kyle had just pulled out his revolver when the opponent kicked him on the wrist. Not only did the revolver fly into the air, but the opponent turned around and kicked Kyle in the chest again.
Bang!
With a dull thud, Kyle flew directly into the room and hit the wall.
The huge force made Kyle seem to be stuck to the wall. After a full second, he slowly slid down.
At the same time, the man in the hooded cloak raised his hand and caught the revolver falling from mid-air.
“It’s very well maintained.”
"pity……"
"Too few shots."
The man in the hooded cloak walked into the room while talking. He threw old Henry's head directly at Kyle. After it fell into Kyle's arms, he closed and locked the door.
"The night is long, and we have plenty of time to have fun."
The other party let out a low laugh.
“Ahem, ahem!”
Kyle leaned against the wall and coughed repeatedly. The young trainee secret keeper looked at old Henry's head in his arms, with sadness and anger in his eyes.
The attackers saw this sadness and anger.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Mourn for the weak, get angry for the weak... You are worthy of being the Secret Keeper."
"What a pity, such a waste——"
"It's not worth it!"
The attacker pointed his revolver at Kyle and spoke with interest.
" Mr. Henry is not a waste!"
"He raised three sons and two daughters with his own hands, and provided them with a good enough environment for them to grow up, so that they could learn to read and learn the skills to make a living!"
"He's a real father!"
"Definitely not trash!"
Kyle spoke loudly, but just as he finished speaking, he coughed again.
It can be imagined that the previous kick caused him serious injuries.
Such a cough immediately made the attacker burst into laughter.
"What difference does it make?"
"I killed him easily!"
"If I wanted to, I could easily kill his three sons and two daughters!"
"Of course, that includes you!"
"Speaking of which..."
"Are you no different from them?"
“They are all trash!”
The attacker laughed so hard that he fell backwards. Then he stood up straight, raised his revolver towards Kyle, and made a soft "bang" sound with his mouth.
Kyle didn't dodge, and there was no fear in his eyes.
After carefully placing old Henry's head aside, he held onto the wall and stood up little by little.
The attacker did not stop, but whistled.
"I'm not trash, I'm a keeper of secrets."
"even though……"
"Just an apprentice!"
Kyle said as he lunged towards the door next to him.
This door is the innermost door in the room and is usually kept closed.
When Kyle put his hand on the door, it opened directly.
Bang!
Gunshots were fired.
A bullet hit the back of Kyle's head, but an invisible force field blocked the bullet.
"Trainee Secret Keeper's Handbook"!
Can withstand a close-range gunshot!
The bullets failed.
Kyle took the opportunity to enter the room and closed the door.
“Damn it!”
The attacker, who had been thinking he was in control of the situation, immediately chased after him, cursing , kicked the door open and rushed in.
Then, the other party was stunned.
The room in front of him was not big. Not only was there no furniture, but there was not even a single normal daily necessity.
All I have is...
Dynamite!
The whole room was filled with explosives!
Moreover, these explosives have been ignited!
Kyle coughed up blood, stood in the middle of the explosives, looked at the attackers chasing after him, smiled and said, "I'm not a waste, because I know what I should do as a secret keeper!"
"even though……"
"Just an apprentice!"
The attacker didn't even listen to what Kyle said and retreated.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
boom!
In a huge explosion, flames engulfed the attackers and...
Kyle with a smile.
"As a gentleman, I chose the most unseemly way to fight. I am really embarrassed."
The soft, mumbling voices were drowned out by the sound of explosions.
In the end, only the flames rising into the sky remained.
The dazzling light could be seen throughout Lust.
Not to mention the huge noise that followed.
Goethe, who was riding in a carriage and preparing to meet Morey, was the first to see the flames of the explosion.
"It's 'Black Sail Security Company'!"
Then, Goethe's pupils shrank.
Because he found that Morey, who was sitting opposite him, had no expression on his face.
Not just calm.
besides……
expect.
Then, the official person in charge of the extraordinary in Luster closed his eyes and raised his hands.
An invisible airflow gathered in Morey's palm.
Goethe, sitting in the carriage, clearly felt the 'wind'.
Then the wind blew in the distance.
“Found it!”
Morey opened his eyes, jumped off the carriage and chased after the Wind.
"You go to Black Sail Security Company!"
After leaving these words, Morey disappeared.
Goethe stared coldly in the direction where Morey disappeared.
Morey's expression and actions just now all told him one fact -
Kyle was used as bait by the other party!
Bait to attract enemies hiding in the dark!
Did Kyle know?
You should know.
Given that guy's admiration for Morey, even if he knew, he would definitely be willing to do it.
"What a fool."
Goethe took a deep breath, knocked on the partition between the coachman and the carriage, and said.
"Go back to the police station and tell Swart to bring someone here."
Having said this, Goethe jumped out of the carriage.
He ran quickly towards the Black Sail Security Company.
Soon, Goethe saw the still-burning No. 22 Sausage Street.
The two-story building that was supposed to be standing and had signs of "Black Sail Security Company" and "Old Henry's Delicatessen" hanging on it had long since become a ruin, with the remaining flames burning the remaining bricks, stones and wood, and more bricks, stones and wood had already fallen down, covering the place layer by layer, like a newly built tomb.
Goethe quickened his pace.
But the next moment, it rolled to the side.
whoosh!
A stone brushed past Goethe and hit the ground in front of him.
Bang!
With a crisp sound, the stone immediately shattered into ashes, and a small hole appeared on the ground.
Looking at the hole that could fit the entire index finger, Goethe narrowed his eyes.
There is no doubt that such an attack would cause broken bones and tendons.
If it hits a vital part, it would be a fatal injury.
“He actually dodged it?”
"If I had known, I should have shot."
"but……"
"I'm not very comfortable with guns."
A voice came from behind Goethe, and a man in a hooded cloak was sitting on the side of the road. When he noticed Goethe looking at him, he immediately waved.
"Long time no see, Goethe."
"The last time I saw you was in the Garden Club - I accidentally bumped into a guy, and that guy was furious and wanted to teach me a lesson, and then, you showed up."
"You apologize for me."
"And he bought me a drink."
"This makes me remember you clearly, and..."
"I wish I could kill your whole family."
The words were gentle at first, but soon, they became harsh and stern. In the end, he stood up from the ground and shouted in a voice that was almost like a roar -
"You are just an ordinary person. Why do you have the right to apologize for me? Why do you dare to invite me for a drink?"
