Faced with Morey's straightforward words, Goethe was not unhappy at all.
Because Goethe knew very well that what the other party said was true.
Moreover, he had no reason to refuse.
Unless he wants to face an enemy who is even more powerful than before and possesses unknown power alone.
He was able to kill the guy just now because he was extremely lucky.
First, he has a favorable geographical location.
Second, the other party is inexperienced.
Now his opponent has become his teacher, a rich and powerful enemy. Goethe thinks he is not sure.
so--
"good."
Goethe nodded.
"Well, I wish us a happy cooperation."
"At eight o'clock tomorrow morning, someone at Black Sail Security Company will inform you of more arrangements."
After speaking, Morey glanced at the pocket watch in his hand again, and then turned around and left without giving Goethe a chance to ask.
Goethe stared at the other person's leaving figure, frowning slightly.
The other person gave Goethe a very strange feeling.
There seems to be an invisible barrier that separates the other person from the people around him.
It's not the kind of disdain and look down upon ordinary people who have extraordinary power.
Instead, it's a bit like...
Not used to it!
Not used to talking to strangers.
The figure leaving in a hurry looked like he had finished his work and was escaping quickly.
but,
Is this possible?
A person who has mastered extraordinary powers and is the official local person in charge, would be afraid of talking to strangers?
Or does the other party have other matters?
Goethe guessed and put the glass bottle hidden in his hand aside.
The bottle was open, with a rag stuffed in the mouth, and there was kerosene in the bottle.
This was one of the trump cards that Goethe had just prepared, but unfortunately it was not used.
Also not used is [Bloody Honor]!
However, just because similar things are not used, it does not mean that more are not needed.
The next moment, Goethe threw away these thoughts and began to lower his head and bend down to clean the battlefield - a more powerful unknown threat was approaching, making Goethe more and more desperate to find more life-saving trump cards.
[Bloody Honor], which can instantly make him powerful, is naturally the first choice.
By cooperating with Morey, safety should be guaranteed, but Goethe is more accustomed to taking life in his own hands - no one can guarantee that accidents will not happen, and Goethe knew this very well.
However, it is a pity that the gunmen in front of them do not have [bloody honor].
"Parents, uncles, aunts, cousins, aunts, etc., weren't they killed by these guys?"
"Are these people hired just to target me?"
Goethe frowned unconsciously.
If it is true as he guessed, then the situation will become even more difficult.
Because the other party is not only powerful, but also has a large number of people under his command.
Sure enough, there is no worst, only worse!
Goethe sighed and looked at Swart, who was staring at the kerosene bottle.
The police sergeant, whose crotch was still wet, immediately took two steps to the side like a frightened bird, and even fell to the ground when his sole slipped.
Just in time, he came face to face with the body pressed by the door panel on the ground.
"ah!"
"Um?"
After the scream, there was a drawn-out tone, full of doubts.
This caught Goethe's attention.
"What's wrong with him?"
Goethe walked over and asked.
"His name is Delbo, and he is a wanted criminal. The bounty is 50 gold grams - I will give you 60 gold grams and give me this guy's body!"
The police sergeant put his hands on the floor to keep his face away from the body, and then he spoke.
As you speak, you act like you've made a lot of money.
"oh?"
"This is the guy I worked so hard to kill, so..."
“Gotta pay more!”
Goethe looked at the police chief with a sparkle in his eyes.
Almost instinctively, he began to re-evaluate the greatest value that Swart could give in front of him - the profession in his hometown, which made him sensitive to similar things, especially when money was involved.
And the police chief felt like he was being targeted by a wolf.
He twisted his body uneasily, but continued.
"70!"
"70 gold grams is my limit, he is only worth this price!"
The other party emphasized.
But such emphasis made Goethe discover the urgency of the other party.
"Yeah?"
Goethe looked at the police chief leisurely, and then said directly——
"That's just an official reward, right?"
"There should be similar rewards privately, right?"
"and……"
"He will also let you gain a lot of achievements!"
Regarding the private reward, Goethe made a guess based on his original memory.
The original Goethe once went to places like the Hunter's Bar to seek help.
pity……
Paupers do not deserve the help of hunters.
As for the achievements Goethe mentioned?
If possible, Swart in front of him would naturally want greater rights.
Otherwise, the previous transaction would not have been proposed.
"How much do you want?"
Seeing that there was no way to hide it from Goethe, the police chief asked hesitantly.
"100 gold grams!"
"No..."
"100 gold grams is just the base. If you are willing to pay an extra 50 gold grams, I can help you testify and tell others about your bravery. Of course, you need to pay another 50 gold grams to buy a pair of dry pants from me.
After all, a brave man shouldn't get his crotch wet."
As soon as Goethe made his quotation, Swart exclaimed, but was immediately interrupted by Goethe.
Suddenly, the police chief fell silent.
Telling oneself, and having someone prove and tell it are definitely two different concepts.
The most important thing is, as Goethe said, he needs this merit very much.
Because, his immediate boss, the director, will retire in two years!
He is not the only one vying for the position of director. If you want to stand out, this kind of meritorious service in gun battles with gangsters is absolutely indispensable.
Thinking of this, the police chief gritted his teeth.
"good!"
Facing Swart, who agreed, Goethe had a smile on his face and said unhurriedly.
"Also, help me repair this place to its original condition."
"no problem."
Having already agreed to the previous conditions, Swart didn't care about such insignificant issues - because as long as he submitted the report, the repair costs here could be reimbursed.
But immediately, Goethe continued.
"besides……"
"besides?"
Swart looked at Goethe with wide eyes. He originally thought that he was greedy enough, but he didn't expect that the guy in front of him was even greedier than him.
This is like trying to squeeze out oil from the mud!
Moreover, why is this guy so accurate?
"The last two!"
"Help me research 'Dr. Hodder' - he was my grandfather's personal physician."
Goethe's smile gradually faded and his eyes turned cold.
Among all his relatives, only his grandfather died of a sudden illness, and the rest were "missing". Moreover, it was after his grandfather died that family members began to disappear.
In other words, 'his grandfather' is where it all started.
Moreover, 'sickness and death' were also the conclusions given by Dr. Hodder.
The former ‘Goethe’ firmly believed in this.
And now?
Goethe regarded it as a breakthrough - a breakthrough to find [bloody honor].
As for why you asked Swart to help?
He had to go to Black Sail Security Company after dawn and had no time at all.
Moreover, the identity of the other party's police chief is very convenient.
Swart's face struggled again.
The Sheriff didn't want to get close to anything that was far from ordinary people's awareness.
However, he could also see that if he did not agree, the Goethe in front of him could never be bought with money.
Look at the hatred in the other person's eyes!
And everything about tonight!
The other party did not hesitate to put himself in danger, but also lured the enemy out, and then faced Delbo and his gang without mercy, killing them one by one!
As for the threat of force?
Let’s not talk about the gap in military force between the two sides.
In Swart's eyes at this moment, Goethe was not afraid of death at all!
Because, obviously I have reached a cooperation with Mr. Morey, and I just need to be patient and cooperate with Morey, but I am still willing to take risks myself to find clues!
This is obvious, that is, hatred has become the belief of the other party to live!
Inexplicably, Swart had such an impression of Goethe in his heart.
Looking at Swart's fearful but pitiful eyes, Goethe didn't care at all.
In other words, this is what Goethe needed.
He needs an inherent impression to dilute the original impression that 'Goethe' gave to the people around him.
Nothing is better than the Avengers.
Some changes in behavior and words will become reasonable in an instant under this disguise.
"Where's the other one?"
Swart did not immediately agree or refuse, but asked Goethe about his last request.
If it's still too much, he will reject it immediately.
Promotion and wealth are important, but life is more important.
"I need to pick some of these weapons and ammunition on the ground."
Goethe made his last request.
Suddenly, Swart breathed a sigh of relief.
This requirement is simpler than repairing a damaged house.
You mean evidence?
Isn't it up to him, the police chief who killed Delbo and his gang, to have the final say?
"Okay, I agree."
"I'll give you money tomorrow morning!"
"Now……"
"Where are my pants?"
the sergeant said.
Goethe showed a smile, turned around, took out a pair of pants from his room and threw it to the other party - Goethe would not have any direct contact with the other party before the other party washed his hands.
Then, Goethe began to select from the revolvers and daggers he had collected previously.
"Your pants don't fit!"
"Damn it!"
"Who can believe that the pants costing 50 gold grams don't fit!"
"50 gold grams is enough for me to buy 20 pairs of trousers from the best tailor shop in Luster!"
Next to him, Swart muttered.
"A glass of water in the desert is far more valuable than gold."
Goethe continued to select weapons without raising his head.
There is no doubt that Delber's two revolvers are the best. The two revolvers are very well maintained. Under the candlelight, they exude the unique brilliance of metal, and the white and slightly yellowed ivory handles are even more eye-catching.
.
Picking up the two revolvers, Goethe turned the gun and inserted the two revolvers directly into the gun belt under his arm.
This gun belt also belongs to Delber, as well as the bullet chain that can be hidden in the waistband.
Then, he tied a sheathed dagger to his calf.
This dagger originated from the first attacker Goethe killed.
After doing all this, Goethe couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief at the long-lost sense of security.
At this time, a large number of patrol policemen finally arrived on the streets in the distance.
Also coming with me were reporters.
Facing his belated subordinates, Swart showed no concern. He glanced at the reporters, took a deep breath, and recalled the draft in his mind. Then, he smiled and held his head high.
Went out.
However, the sergeant obviously forgot that the pants did not fit properly.
Moreover, in the excitement, the police chief took big and powerful steps.
So, the next moment——
Crack!
Amidst the sound of the cloth tearing, Swart smiled stiffly, clamped his legs, and stood on the spot.
