Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 59: When facing threats...
The moment he sensed the malicious intent, Goethe confirmed the identity of the stalker.
He was an accomplice of the man who suddenly jumped out of the alley before.
After all, it was Poirot Marple's first visit to Hastings.
There are no enemies.
As for coveting Mr. Marple's wealth?
It's even more nonsense.
Although Goethe appeared to be very generous, this generosity was within certain limits and would not be noticed by others.
So Goethe could think of no one else except the man's accomplice.
And later, Goethe's guess was confirmed.
In Goethe's vision, the man who had just been taken away by the police appeared not far away. The other party thought he was very hidden, but in Goethe's eyes, he was extremely clear.
After seeing the man, Goethe did not hesitate any longer. He raised his hand and patted the carriage.
The carriage stopped immediately.
"Kai?"
Goethe called to his valet.
"Master, what do you want?"
The servant sitting next to the coachman caught Goethe's cry at the first moment and responded immediately.
"I need you to go to the largest local newspaper as quickly as possible to inform them that there has been a shooting here."
Goethe said slowly .
Shooting?
Kai was stunned, but as a male servant, he would not question his master.
"Yes, Master!"
"I'll do it right away!"
After Kai finished speaking, he jumped off the carriage and ran in one direction.
Goethe got off the carriage at this time.
"Stay in the car and don't get out."
Goethe said to the maid.
"well."
The nervous maid nodded repeatedly, not quite realizing what was happening. At this time, the coachman walked up to Goethe.
"Boss, leave it to me."
"They should be trying to save face and ask for some compensation."
The driver obviously noticed that something was wrong, and it was obviously not the first time he had encountered such a thing, as he handled it with ease.
Goethe waved his hand.
He has his own plans.
'Wealth Column' He got a general idea.
He also had some guesses about the 'reputation column'.
There is a good opportunity right now.
In this era, there is nothing easier to gain fame than being published in newspapers!
According to the original plan, Goethe intended to use his identity as a writer to place advertisements in newspapers to "gain fame."
But doing so would be far less effective than it is now.
Which one is more topical: an ordinary writer or a writer involved in a shooting case?
The answer is self-evident.
So, he walked straight towards the stalker.
The driver was stunned for a moment, then immediately followed.
As a coachman, although he did not have the duty of a bodyguard, he hoped that his employer would be safe and sound within his ability. Otherwise, he would no longer be the best coachman of 'Simok Coach Company'.
When the tracker saw that he was discovered, he did not panic at all, but walked out with a swagger.
At the same time, four people came out from the side, including the man before.
A total of five people stared at Goethe with malicious eyes.
"Redneck!"
"You didn't expect us to meet so soon?"
The man who Goethe had pointed a gun at earlier shouted at Goethe.
Although Goethe was well-dressed and handsome, and the other was ragged and ugly, when he opened his mouth, the other showed the pride of a Hessetins native.
Of course, what is more important is that our side has more people, which gives the other side extraordinary courage.
"I bailed my brother out for $100!"
"Now, I need you to share some of this!"
"No problem?"
The tallest and strongest of the five men hugged his shoulders and looked at Goethe. After confirming that Goethe was a fair-skinned, weak young man who looked exactly like a young master, disdain and more greed appeared in the other's eyes.
“That’s right!”
"He was still frightened!"
"I need an extra 100 yuan in spiritual compensation!"
The other party started to raise the price.
As these words were spoken, the remaining four people cooperated and pulled out their daggers, surrounding Goethe. Especially the man who had spoken before, he was shaking the dagger in his hand, as if he was going to stab Goethe the next moment.
The driver raised his whip and shouted:
"Get out of here..."
Bang!
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, stopping the driver's shouting abruptly.
The driver looked at Goethe in surprise as he took out his revolver and fired.
Then, he looked at the leading man who had a gunshot wound in the middle of his eyebrows and was falling to the ground with blood gushing out, and stood there in a daze.
The leader who fell to the ground had a look of horror and disbelief on his face.
Goethe had a gun, and the other party knew it.
However, the other party did not believe that a young master would dare to shoot.
Most of it is just to scare people.
The other party has had similar experience.
As long as you are serious, those little masters will be scared to tears or even wet their pants, and then you can get whatever you want.
Therefore, the leader did not believe that Goethe would shoot, and neither did his four subordinates.
Especially the man who tried to kidnap Goethe at the entrance of the alley and escape, he regretted how he could be scared by a young master at that time.
So, as soon as he came out, he encouraged his boss to stand up for him.
But he never expected that Goethe actually fired the gun.
The situation before me is completely different from what I imagined!
The other party was stunned.
Goethe would not be stunned.
His finger repeatedly pulled the trigger.
Bang, bang, bang!
The four men holding daggers were all shot and fell to the ground.
Moreover, at close range, every shot of Goethe hit the vital point.
In an instant, all five attackers lost their power to resist.
At this time, the driver's whip fell.
However, it was long gone, and the crisp sound of the powerful whipping was left with only the limp sound hanging down.
The driver stared at Goethe with wide eyes, as if he was meeting him for the first time.
It was obvious that the driver was a little frightened .
He never expected that his employer would be so decisive and...
Cruel!
That’s right!
It's just cruel!
Once you strike, you will be merciless!
"Before you said that you had crossed a large area of uninhabited land, and I thought you were bragging, but now it seems that your experience is much richer than what you said!"
The driver smiled bitterly.
"I just don't want trouble."
Goethe answered like this.
So, just deal with the person who caused you trouble?
The driver thought silently in his heart.
Then, the driver began to think whether he should give up the title of the best driver of "Simerk Carriage Company".
He always felt that the employer in front of him was too dangerous.
If one thing goes wrong, you will die.
But, in the end, I couldn't bear to let go.
The wages of the best drivers are more than twice that of ordinary drivers.
He has to support his family!
Thinking of this, the driver stood quietly beside Goethe.
But Goethe looked towards the street corner.
A group of people in black uniforms came running quickly.
Among them, one is still an acquaintance.
The police showed up faster than expected, which made Goethe frown secretly. He had a bad guess.
The policeman who had arrested the man whose body lay at his feet.
When the other party saw the five bodies on the ground, they immediately ordered everyone to draw their guns and point them at Goethe.
“I’m a victim!”
After Goethe glanced at the policemen pointing their guns at him, he emphasized to the leading policeman, whom he had met once before.
The other party pointed at the five corpses on the ground with a cold face.
"victim?"
"The victim shouldn't be standing!"
The other party sneered.
"certainly!"
"They blackmailed me and pulled out weapons, so I fought back!"
"Shouldn't I fight back?"
Goethe spread his hands.
Immediately, Goethe saw the anger flashing in the other's eyes.
The other party growled, as if his authority was challenged.
"I told you, Hessetinsner, a revolver must have a license!"
"I have!"
"Just got it done!"
Goethe took out his gun-carrying certificate, looked at the other party with a smile, then pointed around and continued, "Moreover, I have at least ten witnesses who prove that I was forced to shoot."
"Yeah?"
"What can they prove?"
"Whether you can prove it or not, it's up to me to say it!"
The other person approached Goethe with a cold face and spoke word by word in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
threaten!
Naked threat!
Goethe looked at the other person, his smile turning slightly cold.
If Goethe just had no good feelings towards the other party at the beginning, then at this time, he was quite disgusted - as the policeman who arrested the previous man, he could not have been unaware of what would happen after releasing the man, but he still did it, which was something Swart would not do.
Swart always leaves things in place.
And the other party?
Not only that, it was aggressive instead.
Maybe the other party has become accustomed to this kind of thing.
Just like the threat now.
However, Goethe would not allow such a threat to happen.
He answered in the same low voice.
“The way you handled it really opened my eyes!”
"Believe me!"
"You'll soon be famous for the way you handle things!"
After saying this, Goethe looked to the side.
There, his valet was returning with reporters.
The other party saw it too.
"Is this how you handle it?"
"Too naive!"
"Just wait, this is just the beginning. I will make you sleepless in the days to come until you get out of Hessetings..."
"Redneck!"
The other party sneered, lengthened his tone, and the sarcasm in his eyes became more intense.
"Of course not!"
The other party's words immediately made Goethe completely give up on replicating the scene of Luster.
Just as he guessed, the other party did it on purpose!
Moreover, the other party intends to continue!
In that case...
Goethe suddenly lowered his head, smiled, and shook his hand, and the dagger hidden in his sleeve fell into his hand.
But Goethe did not stab the other person. Instead, he stuffed the dagger into the other person's hand, and when the other person did not react, he held the other person's hand and stabbed his own lower abdomen.
puff!
