Chapter 25 Superior firepower!,, ask for a monthly ticket~)
Swart swore he didn't mean it.
This is……
Knee-jerk reaction.
Even when faced with the meat cleaver, he closed his eyes subconsciously.
Then, the police sergeant felt the collar on the back of his neck tighten, and his whole body was pulled backwards. There was also a gunshot in his ear——
Bang!
A burning sensation rubbed across my cheeks.
It caused bouts of tinnitus.
When the police chief opened his eyes again, the 'goldfinger' he had chosen had already been shot in the eye.
"Thank you, thank you."
The police chief thanked him.
Goethe, on the other hand, ignored it and shot three more times at the left and right chest and cheeks of the 'Goldfinger' before picking up the meat hook and meat cleaver in the opponent's hand.
When he touched the meat hook, words appeared before his eyes——
[Sharp meat hook (bloody honor): This is a meat hook used by butchers. It was made not long ago and is well maintained. It is extremely sharp. At this moment, it has been stained with blood that should not be there. When using it,
You need special skills, otherwise it's just as good as a dagger.】
【Get bloody honor!】
…
This time I finally didn’t leave empty-handed.
"Another trump card!"
Seeing the number of [Bloody Honors] reduced to 2, Goethe breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
Then, he said to Swart without raising his head.
"Call someone!"
Soon, a group of 12 heavily armed patrol policemen who were ambushing outside Guta Street rushed in. At Goethe's signal, Swart commanded this team to surround No. 13 Guta Street.
Then, it's shooting and throwing.
The team of twelve people was divided into two groups, a shooting team of ten people, with five people shooting and five people loading ammunition, and they continuously fired at No. 13 Guta Street - the kind of all-round shooting, Goethe did not know how to do it.
Make the same mistake as Delber and his gang.
Therefore, the remaining two grenadiers appeared.
The two threw bundles of lit explosives into No. 13 Guta Street through the damaged windows.
Boom, boom boom!
Amidst the huge explosion, No. 13 Guta Street was reduced to ruins.
"alert!"
After Swart shouted loudly, he began to fan the dust in front of him with his hands.
Goethe, on the other hand, covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief early, stood aside with two guns in hand, and watched his surroundings vigilantly.
Ten seconds later, the dust settled.
Five of the ten patrol officers armed with rifles began to approach No. 13 Guta Street, while the remaining five spread out and aimed there.
"The Sheriff found something!"
Soon, the five people who entered made a discovery.
Yes, corpse.
Three bodies were pulled out from under the rubble.
One person was shot and died, while the remaining two suffered mutilated limbs and were apparently killed by bombs.
Standing outside No. 13 Gutta Street, Goethe examined the body carefully.
No one looked familiar.
It can only be confirmed that he is dead.
This was enough for Goethe.
"Look for the basement."
Goethe said, and Swart immediately obeyed,
In less than a minute, the entrance to the basement was found.
This is a flat wooden board with an iron handle from the outside. It should be located near the kitchen of the house.
Swart looked at Goethe questioningly.
He won't go down.
If Goethe forced him to go down, he would... let the men around him go down.
As for what dangers you will encounter?
He doesn't care.
Anyway, he's fine.
And Goethe?
Naturally, I won't go down.
Goethe would never do this kind of thing, rashly going deep into someone else's territory that he was not familiar with.
However, he is very good at getting others to leave his territory.
"Get wood and bales of hay, light them, and blow the smoke down there."
Goethe said.
Immediately, Swart's men took action.
These patrol officers are not stupid, they all see that there must be considerable danger down there.
It's better not to go down now.
So, full of motivation.
Bales of hay and wood were piled at the entrance to the basement and then set on fire.
The billowing smoke was blown into the basement by two blowers.
After a while, a coughing sound came from the basement.
Hearing the cough, Goethe's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly.
"continue."
The patrol officers are working harder and harder.
However, those who should be vigilant are still vigilant.
At this time, Swart walked over calmly, trying to keep his crotch as close to the flames as possible.
Is he roasting his crotch?
No!
He was checking the hiding place of the murderer at close range so that if an accident occurred, he could make arrangements as soon as possible.
Swart believes so firmly.
Therefore, he was very calm and composed.
Time passed minute by minute.
When two more bundles of hay were brought in, the people in the basement finally couldn't bear it any more——
Bang!
The basement barrier was knocked open, and a figure jumped out.
Bang bang bang!
The patrolmen on alert opened fire.
At least two bullets hit the opponent, causing the opponent to fall heavily to the ground.
However, the opponent who was shot twice turned over and stood up.
Under the smoke and fire, the other person's face was dark and his hair was like hay, but his eyes were frighteningly red. Every patrolman who saw such a red color couldn't help but tremble in his heart and pull the trigger.
The movements couldn't help but slow down.
Especially Swart, his legs and stomach were spinning.
When the police chief saw the scarlet color, he felt a butcher's knife put on his neck, and the strong smell of blood penetrated his nose, making him extremely uncomfortable and frightened, and he wanted to shout loudly.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, the police sergeant covered his mouth tightly.
but……
The crotch that had just been dried by the flames was now wet again.
Everyone was shocked.
but,
Goethe did not.
The smell of blood?
Butcher knife?
During his time living abroad in his hometown, he saw too much.
What's in front of you?
Pediatrics.
Bang, bang bang!
The two guns fired in succession.
The man with scarlet eyes was beaten back repeatedly.
The other party obviously did not expect to encounter such an attack, just as he did not expect that Goethe would launch the attack so quickly. Therefore, at such a close range, none of the twelve bullets in Goethe's two revolvers missed.
, all hit the opponent's body.
Every time a shot is fired, the opponent will take a step back.
Every time he hits a shot, Goethe will take a step forward in order to maintain his hit rate.
After twelve shots were fired, the two of them had arrived in the middle of the street.
The other party stared at Goethe, his body crumbling.
Finally, he fell to the ground.
Goethe stepped back cautiously and waved his hand at the recovering patrol policemen.
"Aim and shoot for me."
"Hit the vital points as much as possible."
Goethe ordered.
The next moment——
Bang bang bang!
Under the continuous gunfire, the unidentified man hiding in the basement was beaten into a pile of rotten flesh.
Especially after the two bundles of explosives exploded, the opponent was extremely dead.
Goethe, who had slightly narrowed eyes, looked at the corpse on the ground that could no longer be called a corpse. He did not relax his vigilance. After signaling Swart to let someone protect the scene, he reloaded and looked toward the basement.
"You two go to the front, you two go to the back, and don't let anyone around you get close."
"You will go to the police station to call for reinforcements now."
"And you guys will help me clean up the ruins."
"Let me go down and check the remaining two."
There was no need for Goethe to give orders, Swart arranged everything very skillfully.
Everyone performs their duties.
Including, Swart.
The gunshots and explosions just now had already attracted the attention of the entire Guta Street.
And reporters must be on their way too.
Swart, who was well aware of this, immediately poured water all over his body with the water bottle that came with the carriage.
And just after Swart let himself get wet, the two patrolmen who had just entered the basement ran up crying and howling.
The two people looked pale and shouted in horror: "Yes, yes..."
