When An was flying an armed helicopter and dropping ammunition on the roof of the police station, Gert, who was not far from the police station, smiled.
"I finally caught you, little mouse."
With a tall stature, crew cut hair and fierce eyes, Gert showed a ferocious yet inexplicably perverted smile.
That smile was totally chilling.
He had been tracking down these "rats" hiding in the dark for a long time.
Every time the other party escaped.
It's always just a little bit off.
The other party is very smart and knows how to make use of everything he can. He hides among the lower-class civilians.
However, no matter how well you hide, he will eventually catch you.
The clues left after Bolton's death last time allowed him to roughly lock onto some targets.
And now, after a little exploitation, the other party finally revealed his true colors.
As for Chief Cournot and Congressman Bolton who died in order to force the other party to reveal their true colors?
Just die.
He's not an important person anyway.
There were so many guys like him among the people he knew.
After all, there are plenty of capable people.
What they lack is a stage that is few and far between.
Or rather...
All the stages are in the hands of a very small number of people.
This small number of people use a game called "rules" to control who goes on stage, how many people go on stage, and when necessary, they make the stage shake so that these "actors" can attract attention in front of the stage.
There is both honor and abuse.
The 'actors' reap everything on stage.
The audience below the stage applauded.
The guy in the shadow of the stage who thinks he has everything under control is reaping the benefits inherent in it.
It's each other's choice.
But he, Gert, is different.
He is here not to perform on stage, but to... collaborate!
Cooperate with the very few people who can truly be called big shots and who control everything.
A very small number of people who are called big shots make more 'rules of the game' in order to consolidate their own power.
And him?
It's simple, for power!
Those guys hold the power he has longed for in their hands - a power that only those who are truly favored by fate can master, otherwise it will be just a pile of waste paper.
Every time he thought of the uncomfortable expressions on the faces of those big shots who had mountains of treasure but could not get them when they saw him, Gert couldn't help but want to laugh out loud.
He likes this scene the most.
It was almost as exciting as the time he was hunting.
However, as he often met those so-called big shots, his sense of pleasure became weaker and weaker, and his threshold gradually increased to a level that he could not even imagine.
So, he decided to change his approach.
He was going to enjoy the long-lost thrill of hunting.
Otherwise, with his status and position, it would be impossible for him to appear here.
"Follow him."
"Don't alert the enemy."
"This time, I'm going to take my time."
Gert stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.
"Yes, Chief."
The four men around Gert said at the same time.
Director!
That’s right, Gert is the real director of the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs Investigation.
He is also the Director of the Western Federal Bureau of Investigation.
He was the person who just talked to Kurno on the phone.
As a hunter, if you don't personally participate in the hunting, the pleasure will be reduced by half.
With this belief, Gert came to Star City half a year ago.
He observed the many prey.
Bobbitt?
He was quite famous in the mysterious circles of Star City, but knowing the other party's background, he was not very interested in Bobbitt. After all, he knew the flaws of Celtic blood sacrifice too well.
Jeffrey trio?
He was somewhat interested.
Jeffrey was especially interested in the secret technique that was extremely fast and looked like flowing light.
It’s a pity that he was killed by a rookie.
Goethe Winchester!
When he thought of that boy, Jert frowned.
It's not because of what happened to that kid.
Although he had some power, it was very weak. Otherwise, the battle with Bobbitt and Jeffrey would not have required so much preparation. He did not take Goethe seriously at all.
What he really cares about is Winchester!
The boy’s adoptive father, Winchester, is the one he cares about most!
He even suspected that Winchester was behind everything Goethe did!
After all, Winchester sealed 'Black Sar '!
That was a force beyond his expectations.
You know, that's the 'Black Samurai'.
Of course, Winchester was definitely seriously injured.
Otherwise, given the other party's personality, it would be impossible for him to hide when he came to Star City half a year ago - under normal circumstances, although the other party is a bit of a rogue, he will never escape.
As for the 'thing' behind the sealing of 'Black Sa'?
Gert was certainly not in Goethe.
If he were there, the instruments he was carrying would definitely react.
So, when Goethe showed extraordinary powers, he suspected that it was a deliberate trick by Winchester.
That's why he was reluctant to take action.
Then he made some interesting discoveries.
A "resistance" organization actually appeared in Star City. Although it was not known when it appeared, Gert believed that this was a pleasant warm-up before he enjoyed the real prey.
Especially after several failures, Gert became even more interested.
He was enjoying it more and more.
And of course, there's Auston.
At any time, there will be someone who disagrees with him.
Auston was the one who disagreed with him.
Moreover, he also has close relationships with several of the so-called big shots.
Therefore, in his plan to come to Star City, the other party was the second target.
He had been staring at the other student, the young man named Alex, but he didn't expect that he was captured by Goethe. Although he came out safely, Goethe's actions made Austin extremely alert, so that the trap he set was useless.
Fortunately!
There is prey to enjoy right in front of you!
Gert was trembling at the thought and he couldn't control his laughter.
Especially when seeing flocks of crows appearing like covering the sky, the laughter became louder.
"Winchester?"
"really!"
"You can't hold it back!"
"Come on! Come on!"
"Let me feel happy!"
Gert screamed wildly.
His four men went forward to meet them.
One of the women with a charming face faced the flock of crows and opened her mouth.
The mouth was opened to the extreme, as if completely free from the restraint of the chin, so that the originally charming face became indescribably weird.
Then--
Buzz buzz buzz!
Amid the sound of insect wings flapping, a swarm of green flies flew out of the woman's mouth.
Tiny maggots hatched in the woman's stomach.
More flies flew out and collided with the flock of crows.
Crows and flies.
The crows should have had the upper hand, but at the moment of collision with the flies, the crows fell down in groups.
It's not because of the large number of flies.
But it's because flies are poisonous.
The other three people who saw this scene all laughed.
Although his companion's secret technique is a little disgusting, it always works wonders every time.
The three people, who had been cooperating for a long time, took action at the same time when their companion gained the upper hand.
Among the three people, one raised his hands slightly.
laugh!
Along with a strong stench, a green mist spread out.
The remaining two people put on gas masks as prepared.
One person escaped underground.
One of them drew his sword and ran forward.
Everything was just as it had been practiced in the past.
The fly girl is responsible for restraining and attracting.
The green mist man is responsible for blocking vision and assisting in attacks.
The underground man and the knife-wielding man dealt a fatal blow to their opponents.
Everything is no different from usual.
They didn't think anything unexpected would happen.
After all, they knew Goethe inside and out.
Following that adult, they knew that Goethe, who seemed powerful, was actually just a "rookie".
How could they lose against such a 'rookie'?
So, when the inferior blood crow flew out, the four of them were caught off guard.
Scarlet crows flew across the sky.
The speed, strength and defense of the blood crows far exceeded those of ordinary crows, rendering the flies useless. The toxins that could kill ordinary crows were completely ignored by the inferior blood crows.
The beak and claws of the inferior blood crow brought devastating disaster to the fly girl.
A dozen inferior blood crows circled around the fly girl, cutting her into a blood gourd as if she were being cut into pieces by a thousand knives.
Green Mist Man is a little more direct.
A second-rate blood crow flew by.
His eyes were blinded.
His throat was slit.
The man who escaped underground was in a more miserable situation. He was being taken special care of by the 'Blood Crow Spirit'.
Feel the sharp cutting sensation.
Feeling the pain of flesh and blood being separated from the body.
The burrowing man appeared on the ground and shouted at Gert.
"Sir, save me! Save me!"
“Hahahahahahahaha!”
Gert watched his men being attacked by crows, their flesh and blood flying everywhere, and they were covered in wounds. Hearing their cries for help, he not only did not have the slightest intention of stepping forward to help, but he became more and more excited.
To Gert, his men are tools.
Tools are divided into useful and not useful.
If something is useful, you should carry it with you.
If it doesn't work, then just die.
Compared with people like Cournot and Bolton, there are as many tools as you want.
low?
No, not cheap.
It's completely free.
Those guys would sell out everything just to get a little power from him.
This naturally includes the body.
Looking at the fly girl who gave herself to him for power, now lying in a pool of blood with her face unrecognizable, Gert grinned.
Looking at the green mist man who gave his wife to him for power, and the pain on his face when the crow blinded his eyes and flew across his neck, Gert blushed.
Looking at the burrowing man next to him who gave his sister to him for power, and seeing him begging him before he died, Gert shuddered.
Very enjoyable.
But, it’s not enough.
"That's it! That's it!"
"Keep going! Keep going!"
He muttered softly, his eyes fixed on the last of his men.
The man with the knife did not choose to trade with him.
But, he forced it.
He was very happy at that time.
He is happier now.
He widened his eyes and watched the knife-wielding man staggering and dodging under the attack of the crows. His breathing became heavy again. Every time the crows left a scar on the knife-wielding man, his body trembled.
Eventually, the shaking became one.
“Ahhhh!”
A meaningless shout came out of Gert's mouth.
As the highest pitch of the voice rose again, the man with the knife, who was already at the end of his strength and about to die at any time, suddenly turned the blade and rushed straight towards Gert.
The long sword returned to the scabbard, and the next moment——
clang!
After a brief period of charging, it slashed out at a faster speed.
The cold light was so blinding that ordinary people could not see anything.
The sharp blade is enough to cut anyone in half.
Gert closed his eyes, enjoying the afterglow of pleasure.
Just as the long knife was about to pass over his neck, he slowly raised his hand and clamped the blade.
“Too slow.”
Gert commented.
The man with the knife pulled out the knife with all his strength, but Gert's two fingers seemed to be welded to the long knife, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not break free.
Just like back then.
What made the knife-wielding man even more uncomfortable was the words coming out of Gert's mouth.
"Go on, fight hard."
"Just like before."
"The more you resist, the more excited I am."
Gert's face, which had just turned normal, turned red again at this moment.
"drink!"
The knife-wielding man, filled with shame and anger, loosened his hands holding the knife and hugged Gert. The explosives hidden on his body and inside his body detonated as he pressed the detonator.
boom!
Flames flashed and roars shook the sky.
Smoke and dust spread everywhere, and all of Gert's clothes were destroyed.
The man with the knife was smashed to pieces.
"Oh, still so strong."
Gert chuckled, not caring at all about his current appearance, and just looked at Goethe on the side of the road.
He was in a pretty good mood.
However, when he saw the disgust in Goethe's eyes, Gert's mood immediately turned sour.
"Are you disgusting me?"
"Um."
"You are one of the most disgusting people I have ever met."
Goethe nodded.
He thought that this kind of psychopath would only appear in his "hometown" club and not anywhere else, but he didn't expect to meet Gert here.
Immediately, those bad memories emerged in Goethe's mind.
In fact, if that bastard had not been ready to use force, Goethe would not have taken the risk to destroy the entire club.
"nausea?"
"How dare you actually call me disgusting?"
"Didn't your adoptive father tell you who I am?"
Gert looked at Goethe in great surprise.
He thought that after he asked that question, even if Goethe hated him, he would not give a direct answer, and at most he would continue to express his thoughts with his eyes.
However, most people don't even dare to show their eyes.
Those timid guys only dare to express their anger in their hearts.
In front of him?
More obedient than a dog.
If you are told to lie down, you lie down; if you are told to lift up, you lift up.
Goethe's outspokenness aroused Gert's "interest".
He hasn't met someone like this in a long time.
"I should be thankful that my adoptive father never told me about someone like you. Otherwise, I would probably be so sick that I wouldn't even have an appetite for dinner. It's really disgusting."
Goethe said with a look of relief.
These words were enough to make people angry, but they did not anger Gert.
He was getting more and more excited.
He couldn't help but say.
"Come on, say a few more words."
Hearing these words and looking at the disgusting expression on Gert's face, Goethe could no longer bear it.
He didn't want to say another word to the other party.
That would keep him awake at night.
I don't want to have any real contact with the other party.
That would make him want to disinfect it with alcohol ten times.
He even didn't want to even look at the other person again.
That would give him nightmares.
so--
Goethe turned away.
Seeing Goethe turning around, the already excited Gert could no longer bear it. He strode over, but the next moment, Gert's face changed drastically.
He felt threatened by death.
Unconsciously, Gert looked up at the sky.
At some point, dark clouds gathered.
Electric snakes emitting silver light shuttled through the dark clouds.
A catastrophic disaster!
Without hesitation, Gert turned and ran.
But how could it be faster than thunder that carries the power of destruction?
Boom!
"Auston!"
Amid the roar of thunder, Gert, along with his roar, turned into ashes and was completely purified from this world.
Goethe let out a long breath and turned to look at the rooftop beside him.
[Thunderfall] requires vision.
As he possesses the vision of the 'Blood Crow Spirit', he can be said to have a 360° all-round vision without blind spots.
Therefore, Goethe was not only able to lock onto Gert, but was also able to see some people hiding nearby, especially when the [Thunderbolt] fell, the other party revealed his true identity with a look of shock on his face.
Austin stood on the roof, looking at Goethe downstairs with surprise in his eyes.
"How is that possible?"
"How is this possible?"
The man who had been secretly watching Gert, looking for the right moment to strike, murmured softly.
It was as if the whole world was turned upside down, and Auston felt a little dazed.
Why did he choose Star City?
Because, the Winchesters are in Star City.
His original plan was to team up with Winchester to kill Gert.
I just didn't expect Winchester to be injured because of sealing 'Black Sa'.
etc!
'Black Sam'!
That thing!
Auston seemed to have thought of something.
He glanced at the watch on his wrist - it was a machine that sensed that thing, it looked like a watch, and it would vibrate when it got close.
At this time, there was no change in the machine, but Auston didn't care.
It's a machine!
There will definitely be a malfunction!
There's nothing strange about this!
Winchester must have given that 'thing' to the other party's adopted son.
This allowed the opponent to transform from an ordinary person into a powerful person who could kill Gert in a short period of time.
Thinking of this, Auston felt quite envious.
However, there was no jealousy.
Because Goethe's eyes were fixed on him.
Auston, who has a great reputation in the mysterious side, did not dare to show the slightest strange emotion.
He didn't want to follow in Gert's footsteps.
As for resistance?
The stronger Gert was killed instantly in one blow, so what could he do?
Thinking in his heart, when he found a hint of coldness in Goethe's eyes, Auston immediately jumped down from the roof and asked softly in a warm but not excessive tone -
"Mr. Goethe Winchester, I heard that you are looking for something related to 'Prophet George'?"