Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 7: Gunshot!

No. 1 Guta Street, like all the buildings on the entire Guta Street, is a stand-alone three-story flat-roofed building. The first floor has two rooms, a dining room, a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom, and an underground storage room. The second floor has six rooms and two bathrooms. Goethe, his parents, his younger brother, and his aunt all lived on this floor. The third floor has a separate large study, living room, and bathroom, where Goethe's grandfather lived.

Like other houses, No. 1 Guta Street had no back door or garden. Opening the front door led to the street. Goethe did not climb out the window, but climbed to the roof with his hands and feet, holding a revolver in his mouth.

In his memory, there was a door on the roof that led directly to the interior of the house - this door was left for the convenience of hanging clothes to dry. There was a movable ladder under the door, and there was no lock. The ladder would simply be moved away when the door was closed.

Goethe opened the door silently.

After carefully exploring the interior, Goethe jumped down.

As his feet touched the floor, a familiar feeling suddenly flooded back into his memory.

This gave Goethe a false sense of security.

call!

Taking a deep breath, Goethe dismissed this illusion.

Standing in the darkness , he squinted and looked around.

The position of the furniture had not changed, and the decorations in the room had also been preserved, and it was obvious that the 'creditors' had not broken in after 'he' had left .

Of course, this is not because the 'creditors' are kind.

It's just because the repayment deadline has not yet arrived.

Once the repayment deadline arrives.

Not to mention the furniture in the house, the entire house will be divided up by these "creditors".

Goethe followed his memory and immediately found the candlestick that had smashed the back of Hard's head.

【Get bloody honor! 】

…

When Goethe's fingers touched the candlestick, words appeared before his eyes.

Looking at the words in front of him, Goethe's tense nerves relaxed slightly - he remembered the powerful feeling he had just felt. Even though there might be hidden dangers, for Goethe now, [Bloody Honor] was still indispensable.

He didn't think the fog just now was a natural phenomenon.

When he thought of this, his nerves, which had just relaxed slightly, tensed up again, and Goethe quickly walked towards the kitchen holding the candlestick.

Everything he needed was there.

At this moment, Goethe, who had been paying attention to the street, suddenly found that the thick fog had become thinner!

"This is……"

"The authorities have taken action?!"

Goethe's eyes lit up.

After he explained that this incident involved extraordinary power, the authorities would definitely make some arrangements. However, what Goethe did not expect was that the authorities' response would be so timely, especially after comparing it with Swart, which was even more rare.

"If that's the case, the plan can be slightly modified!"

Faced with the good news, Goethe's lips curled up.

Outside Guta Street, Delber, who was standing in the dark, looked at the thick fog beginning to thin.

This has never happened before!

"Did something happen to the lord?"

The sudden change and the bodies of his men beside the carriage made Delber want to retreat.

As the leader of this gang, Delber knew clearly where his advantages lay.

Six gunmen?

Stop joking.

There are plenty of people like them in places like the Hunter Bar.

The reason why they were able to achieve a certain level of fame in Luster was due to that great man who possessed extraordinary abilities.

However, the current situation is that something unexpected happened to that big shot...

"Go find the target!"

"Kill him!"

Just as Delber was hesitating, he suddenly heard the voice of the big man.

Although he didn't know what had happened, he dared not disobey the order issued by the big shot.

Immediately, Delber waved to the two subordinates beside him.

Immediately, two of them surrounded the carriage from the left and right, while the remaining two subordinates stood at the corners, staring at the surroundings of the carriage.

They knew that someone had escaped before.

The attacker who was heading towards the carriage did not expose himself directly, but used the shadows and walls to conceal his figure.

Therefore, the speed is not fast.

A few minutes later, the two of them actually approached the carriage.

One of them even saw Swart, who was curled up under the carriage seat and shivering.

Without hesitation, the attacker leaned forward and raised his revolver.

But just as the attacker was about to pull the trigger—

Bang!

A gunshot suddenly rang out.

The attacker fell straight to the ground.

Goethe, standing in the darkness and aiming, did not even check whether he had hit the target. He withdrew after firing.

"Kill him for me!"

Delber shouted angrily as he looked at another of his men who had fallen to the ground.

The two men on alert pulled the trigger one after another without any orders from their boss.

Bang bang bang!

On the second floor of No. 1 Guta Street, the window where Goethe had just shot was smashed to pieces.

The two gunmen walked towards No. 1 Guta Street while firing. The remaining one simply pulled Swart off the carriage, put the muzzle of the gun to Swart's temple, and held him hostage to block in front of him.

But it's of no use.

Bang!

Another gunshot was heard.

The held hostage Swart only felt his cheeks getting hot. The man who had just held him hostage fell at his feet. The bullet entered his eyeball and exploded half of his head.

"Sharpshooter!"

"hidden!"

Delber didn't bother to pay attention to Swart. After shouting, he retreated directly to the wall on one side.

The remaining two gunmen also sought cover.

Only Swart's legs felt weak and his crotch felt hot.

After being hit by another shot, Goethe ran to change his position again, but he was a little surprised in his heart.

He had prepared for the first shot

But he was not sure about the second shot.

Simply put, it was a guess.

But this shot hit the opponent's eye, which was a bit beyond Goethe's expectations.

After all, under normal circumstances, at this distance, even if he aimed, he might not be able to be so accurate.

As for accidentally injuring Swat?

Goethe didn't care at all.

"One bullet left."

"Next..."

"Just waiting for the prey to be caught."

Leaning against the corner wall on the third floor, Goethe looked down at the magazine of the revolver, held his breath, and then slowly picked up the book that had been prepared on the side.

Outside, Delber, hiding in the dark, hesitated again.

It is not a wise move to fight a sharpshooter hiding in the dark at a night like this.

Moreover, this happened when they lost three people.

The remaining three people had no way to effectively suppress the sharpshooter, or to be more precise, they would be dead once they showed their heads.

The two men who were shot just now are the best example.

"Should we retreat?"

The thought of running away appeared in Delber's mind again, but the next moment——

The thick fog that had just dissipated appeared again.

In the fog, Delber and the remaining two gunmen looked happy.

“Go in!”

Delber yelled.

Immediately, taking advantage of the cover of the fog, one of the two gunmen repeatedly pulled the trigger at the gate of No. 1 Guta Street.

Bang bang bang!

There were continuous gunshots. One man had used up all his bullets and started to reload, while the other continued shooting. After two rounds of this, the first floor of Guta Street was almost turned into a hornet's nest.

Naturally, in such a situation, no one could survive the ambush behind the door.

One of the two gunmen kicked open the dilapidated door and stood guard with a gun, while the remaining one entered the room with a tactical roll.

But the gunman who had just stood up again felt a sticky and uncomfortable sensation on the palm of his hand. Subconsciously, he raised his hand in front of his eyes, and a pungent smell followed.

"kerosene!"

The gunman was horrified and was about to retreat.

But it was too late.

Goethe, who was hiding on the third floor, threw down the book that had been soaked in kerosene and then set on fire.

boom!

The burning books fell to the ground and raging flames shot up.

Suddenly, the corridor of the house became a sea of fire.

The gunman who was contaminated by flames turned into a fire man directly.

The remaining person, before he could react, was knocked to the ground by the fire man who was driven crazy by the pain.

Immediately, the flames spread.

The gunman who was originally intact was also ignited.

“Ahhhh!”