Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 6 Home!

The mist that suddenly appeared became thicker at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The middle-aged patrolman driving the car had to adjust the brightness of the lantern to the highest level. At the same time, he also lit another spare lantern, but it was still useless. The thick fog made it impossible for him to see the road ahead clearly.

The carriage, which was originally moving fast, suddenly slowed down.

Fortunately, we have reached the intersection of Guta Street.

It’s not far from No. 1 Guta Street.

The middle-aged patrolman drove the carriage forward carefully, but problems still occurred.

Hiss!

With the neighing of a horse, the car shook for a while and then stopped completely.

The middle-aged patrolman driving the car immediately jumped off his seat with a horse lantern and went to check the horse.

"Tucker, what's wrong?"

Swart's voice was heard from inside the carriage.

"Sheriff, it was so foggy that I didn't notice a depression in the ground and the horse hurt his hoof."

"We'll just have to walk."

After the inspection, the middle-aged patrolman straightened up and said helplessly to the carriage.

After saying that, the middle-aged patrolman was ready to walk over and light up the way for Swart, even though there was a lantern hanging on the carriage. However, how could the middle-aged patrolman slack off on doing something that could win Swart's favor?

Of course, he hoped that Swart would forget about the "little thing" like the horse's injured hoof because of his attentiveness.

Even though there is a high probability that the horse will be sent to a butcher shop.

Thinking about how to make himself sound innocent, the middle-aged patrolman didn't notice what was behind him. Just as he took a step forward, a big hand stretched out from the mist behind him and covered his mouth. Then, a dagger swept across his neck.

The middle-aged patrolman who was struggling instinctively trembled all over and his eyes quickly lost their luster.

Then, when the attacker gently placed it on the ground, it was completely dead.

The attacker, whose body was covered in blood, didn't care at all and walked towards the carriage openly.

Covered by the fog, he was sure that the people inside would not be able to see his face, let alone the bloodstains.

Then, as soon as the car door opened, he launched a surprise attack.

Just keep the target alive.

The rest?

Of course, kill them all.

Such a task was too easy for him.

Including this order, he has done it four times.

Totally at ease.

As for the so-called 'identity of the police'?

He wouldn't care at all.

“Damn it!”

Hearing his subordinate's answer, Swart cursed under his breath. The sheriff looked unhappy. It was not that he minded walking, even though he had asked the shoemaker to maintain his shoes "for free" in the afternoon.

At this moment, the sheriff's heart was filled with anxiety!

Swart knew very well that anything that was normal on a normal day would become abnormal and fatal when that adult intervened.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

He took two deep breaths, adjusted his mood, and then turned his head to one of his subordinates to signal him to get out of the car first.

The subordinate obviously realized that something was wrong, but facing Swart's orders, he dared not resist.

The patrolman raised his hand and pushed towards the car door.

But Goethe stopped him.

Goethe, whose handcuffs had been opened at some point, raised his right hand , put up his index finger and made a silence gesture in front of his lips, then snatched the revolver from Swart's waist and shot directly through the car door.

Bang, bang, bang!

Three shots in a row.

There was a sound of a body falling outside the car.

"Are you crazy?"

Swart exclaimed.

The sheriff thought Goethe had shot his subordinate who was driving the car.

But Goethe ignored him, kicked open the car door and threw his windbreaker out.

immediately--

Bang bang bang!

In the thick fog, gunshots suddenly rang out.

The windbreaker that had just been thrown out was swaying left and right in the air due to the impact of the bullet, like a bat caught in the night wind, and by the time the windbreaker landed on the ground, it was already in tatters.

Swart and the other party's two subordinates in the carriage shrank their necks in fear.

Almost subconsciously, Swart turned around and asked Goethe what to do.

But when he turned his head, the sheriff suddenly discovered that Goethe, who had just been beside him, was gone.

At the same time, the door on the other side of the carriage was opened silently.

Apparently, Goethe got off from the other side of the carriage when the attacker outside's attention was drawn to the windbreaker.

Seeing all this, Swart's two men rushed to the door on this side without thinking, and even fought with each other to get off the carriage first. Especially the subordinate who was pointed at by the gun before, when he found out that Swart also wanted to get off from here, he immediately raised his leg and kicked Swart in the face.

The sheriff covered his face and stepped back, and two of Swart's men, realizing that they could not do anything to each other, jumped off the carriage almost at the same time.

But before the two of them could stand firm—

Bang bang bang!

Blood spurted out, and more than five bullets covered the bodies of the two men.

The two men's bodies trembled several times as if they had been electrocuted, and then they fell in a pool of blood without a sound.

Seeing this scene, Swart, who had just been cursing, quickly covered his mouth, forcing himself not to make any sound, and then curled up under the seat in the carriage.

"What should I do? What should I do?"

“ Am going to die young?”

"I knew that getting involved in that adult's affairs would lead to misfortune!"

The sheriff curled up his body, trembling, his mind was already a mess, he had no idea what to do, and was hiding completely subconsciously.

But Goethe, who rolled off the carriage, had an unusually clear mind.

In fact, just now, when Goethe smelled the sudden smell of blood through the car door, he calmed down instantly.

At this moment, Goethe was crawling in the corner, letting his eyes adapt to the thick fog, while keeping in mind the location of the flashing gunfire.

However, he did not shoot.

Instead, he stared vigilantly at the location where the gunfire flashed, and at the same time, being as careful as possible and not making any noise, he crawled towards a building on the side.

Never fight in unfamiliar territory!

In his hometown, Goethe had suffered a loss once, but luckily he survived. This experience made him know clearly what he should do at this moment.

Return to No. 1 Guta Street!

The fog in front of him obscured his vision, but it had little effect on the other party.

Obviously, these people have become accustomed to fighting in this kind of environment!

There might even be some "assistance" that allows the opponent's vision to remain the same in the fog as it would be in normal times.

And what about him?

Even though I have tried my best to adapt , my vision is still greatly affected!

In this situation, with his marksmanship, there is no chance of winning.

But once you enter No. 1 Guta Street, it’s different.

That's Goethe's home!

He has almost 19 years of memories there.