Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 8 Bait!
Despite the obstruction of thick fog, Delber walked into No. 1 Guta Street openly.
As that lord's subordinate, he knew how terrible this thick fog was. Not only did it block people's vision, but if that lord wanted, it could also freeze people to death in the fog.
The extinguishing of the flame just now showed that the adult was serious.
That's good for him.
At least, he could kill that guy more easily.
A perfect marksman is terrifying.
But, a sharpshooter whose whole body is frozen stiff is a sitting duck!
Crunch!
There was a harsh sound coming from the room, the kind of sound someone would make when running over a dilapidated wooden floor.
“Second floor!”
After Delber locked onto the target, he sneered in his heart and walked slowly towards the second floor in the thick fog.
Then, his eyes went straight to a room in the corner of the second floor - except for this room, the doors of all the rooms on the second floor were open, allowing for a complete view.
"Are you panicking?"
Delber sneered in his heart, then strode towards the room.
It's not that Delber is careless, but since becoming that adult's subordinate, he has encountered similar opponents more than once. He thinks he has good marksmanship or good skills, but when he faces extraordinary power for the first time, he always panics.
Then?
They solved it easily!
The Goethe in front of us is not the first one!
It’s definitely not the last one!
“This is extraordinary power!”
With an absolute sense of superiority in his heart, Delber walked gently to the door.
He did not walk to the door, nor did he open it. Instead, he just stood sideways and pulled the trigger repeatedly through the door.
Bang, bang, bang!
The bullet went through the wooden door.
From the bullet holes, Delber could even see sparks flashing in the room where the bullets hit.
Delber did not stop until all the bullets in the magazine were used up, then he took out a revolver and stood in front of the door.
He prepared to fire another round.
But at this moment——
boom!
With a huge explosion, the door was blown away and hit Delber.
Click. Click.
With such a force that his bones broke, Delber fell straight down from the second floor.
"Ahem, ahem."
Delber, whose ribs were broken, coughed up a lot of blood. However, Delbon didn't pay any attention to it at this time. He just raised his head with difficulty and looked at the room on the second floor.
He wanted to know what happened.
Is it a bomb?
Or something else.
However, when Delber saw the room clearly, he was stunned.
Because, there is ...
bathroom!
Even though it had become a mess, Delber was sure that it was the toilet.
Almost instantly, Delber thought of a piece of news published in the newspaper two days ago: a resident lit a candle when he was going to the toilet at night, and suddenly there was an explosion, and he was killed in the toilet.
At that time, he laughed out loud, thinking that the other party was extremely stupid and did not know how to ventilate.
But when this person became him, Delber could no longer laugh.
Especially when someone is pointing a gun at you.
"Wait, I..."
Bang!
Before Delber could finish his words, Goethe pulled the trigger.
Delber had a bullet in his brow, and his eyes were wide open as he died.
After doing all this, Goethe seemed to be relieved. He stood there panting, as if the action just now had consumed a lot of physical strength. He did not notice the knife that suddenly stretched out from the mist behind him.
The blade was concealed by the weapon, without any light and without any sound.
When he was almost touching Goethe's back, he suddenly exerted force.
clang!
With a sound of metal clashing, Goethe was unharmed.
Moreover, he turned around and raised his palm backwards.
Suddenly, a white mist appeared.
yes……
flour.
In the gray mist, a figure appeared. The opponent had never expected that an accident would happen to his sure-fire attack. He stared at Goethe in shock with his eyes wide open.
Then, my nose started to itch and my eyes started to feel sore...
A-choo!
With a loud sneeze, the other person's entire body leaned forward.
It's pepper!
There’s pepper mixed into the flour!
Of course, this is not the point. The point is that Goethe had already picked up the revolver that Delber had dropped on the ground.
Bang, bang, bang!
The figure in the mist wanted to dodge, but the two sides were less than seven steps apart, and there was no time to dodge.
Several blood flowers exploded on the opponent's body.
Then, the other person fell to the ground and couldn't get up.
As the opponent fell to the ground, the fog dissipated instantly.
However, Goethe did not move forward immediately. Instead, he fired three more shots at the fallen man, in the left and right chest and between his eyebrows.
After doing all this, Goethe raised his hand and pulled off the bullet chain on Delber, filled the magazine of the revolver in his hand, and fired three more shots at the opponent.
It was not until this time that Goethe, who was sure that the other party was completely dead, dared to approach him.
When facing the unknown, you can never be too careful.
So, Goethe did not touch the other person's body directly, but used a piece of door panel fragment scattered on the ground to move the other person's body.
The door panel fragments are not handy.
But it is long enough.
This allowed Goethe to maintain a sufficiently safe distance from the other party.
During this process, Goethe's other hand always held the gun, and he would pull the trigger if anything went wrong.
The other person had an ordinary face, ordinary clothes, a thin body, and no calluses on his fingers. He was the kind of ordinary person who would go unnoticed if thrown into a crowd.
"Is it really true that such a person used such extraordinary power?"
Doubts arose in Goethe's heart.
And just at this moment——
"No doubt about it."
"He is the one who uses a power similar to 'Mist Hidden'."
"but……"
"He's just an apprentice."
A voice appeared at the door.
Goethe immediately raised the revolver in his hand.
At the door of No. 1 Guta Street, there stood a man in a black tuxedo and a white shirt. Facing Goethe's gun, he straightened his piled up front, then took off his hat very formally and bowed politely.
"Good evening, Mr. Goethe, I'm Morey."
"He is a specialist in Lust who handles similar matters."
"besides……"
“Nice armor.”
The other party introduced himself in this way and praised Goethe at the same time.
Goethe, who was exposed, no longer pretended and took off his coat.
Under the coat, two frying pans were placed one in front and one behind, blocking Goethe's front and back.
Holding his coat in one hand, Goethe put down his gun.
It was not that Goethe only heard one side of the story, but that Goethe saw Swart, who was standing behind the other party, jogging towards him with a flattering look on his face.
The sheriff was bent over with a smile on his face that looked like a chrysanthemum.
Even the water stains on the crotch are clearly visible.
As if noticing Goethe's gaze, the sheriff said calmly, "Just now when I was avoiding the attack, I rolled over a puddle and got wet accidentally."
Goethe smiled, totally unconvinced.
He was still aware of the other party's embarrassment.
However, at this time, his eyes once again turned to the man who called himself Morey.
Under Goethe's gaze, Morey reached out and took out a pocket watch from his bosom. He lowered his head to take a look, frowned, and after pausing for about two seconds, he said, "There is still some time, enough for us to discuss some things... Do you understand your current situation?"
Then, without waiting for Goethe to answer, Morey spoke at a very fast pace as if he was in a hurry.
"Your situation is a bit complicated. According to the normal process, your memory of tonight will be erased. Of course, erasing memory is not without side effects. In the next few years or even longer, you will face insomnia, anorexia, memory loss, depression, mental confusion, etc., but you can still live."
"But since you killed that guy's apprentice, you will definitely be retaliated by him!"
"It just so happens that I need to hunt down that guy, but he is just like a rat in the gutter. He is not only cunning and fierce, but also good at hiding."
"therefore……"
"I need a 'bait'!"
"A good 'bait' like you!"
