Chapter Thirty-Four Back! ~Ask for a monthly ticket~~)
The 'guy' behind Old Bill's eyes widened before he died.
Obviously, he did not believe that Goethe would order the shooting after he took the hostages, completely disregarding the safety of the hostages.
Annoyance, regret, unwillingness.
begins to appear in the other person's eyes.
He regretted his greed and sneaked into No. 32 Durian Street.
He regretted that he continued to be greedy and chose to seek skin from the tiger.
He was unwilling to have a great future, only to die like this.
However, even if it means death...
"You have to be buried with me too!"
The hostage-taker, who had been shot more than a dozen times, looked at the room across the street that was lit with candles, and yelled with the last of his strength.
Unfortunately, the internal organs were surging, and the other party's voice was blocked by blood in his throat. In the end, he just made two "ho, ho" sounds, and then completely lost his breath.
Swart opened the curtains on the second floor, stood at the window and looked at the two corpses across the road, and waved his hand.
"Call around!"
the sergeant shouted arrogantly.
"Another victory without casualties!"
"The great Sheriff Swart is getting closer and closer to his position as chief!"
Deep down in his heart, the police chief was even more pleased with himself.
In fact, he couldn't wait to imagine what would happen then.
A smile appeared on the sergeant's face unconsciously.
However, the next moment, he was pinned to the floor by Goethe.
at the same time--
Bang bang bang!
A series of gunshots rang out.
The room where Goethe and Swart were located was shot back and forth by bullets.
The patrolmen on the road were stunned for a moment, and then they raised their guns and fired back at the sudden attacker.
Unfortunately, it didn't hit the target at all.
The attacker was very smart and immediately changed positions after shooting.
Under the cover of darkness, the attackers began to retreat.
After all, he's just here 'just in case'!
Now……
Whoosh!
A slender dagger-like flying knife suddenly shot out from the shadows. The running attacker did a deft front somersault and jumped up the wall beside him. Pointing with his toes, he not only avoided the sudden flying knife, but also the entire body.
The man even put a considerable distance between himself and Mrs. Burns, who was controlling the flying knife.
Mrs. Burns walked out of the shadows and frowned slightly as she looked at the attacker standing on the roof.
‘Extraordinary One’!
Mrs. Burns had some doubts when Goethe invited her before, but she no longer had them.
There is no doubt that the other party is an extraordinary person like her.
and……
Ability unknown!
Although the opponent showed strong skills, he did not reveal any extraordinary ability.
This makes Mrs. Pence quite alert!
Extraordinary beings are terrifying.
The unknown supernatural beings are the most terrifying.
This is a proverb among extraordinary people. It is simple but enough for people to remember.
Mrs. Burns stared straight at the opponent. Apart from the three flying knives left to protect her body, the remaining two flying knives quietly approached the opponent, while the one that had been revealed was fired at the opponent with great fanfare.
other side.
"Your flying knife is famous in Lust."
"I don't want to try."
"and……"
"Guess why I'm here?"
The hoarse voice covered up the original voice.
A sealed test tube in his hand hit the ground directly.
Bang!
Amidst the sound of broken glass, a large cloud of smoke enveloped the surroundings, completely obscuring Mrs. Burns' view.
Mrs. Burns's throwing knife is very powerful.
All the extraordinary people in Luster know it.
However, they all know how to deal with it.
The unknown supernatural beings are the most terrifying!
This sentence is always true.
When extraordinary beings take off their "mysterious" cloak, no matter how powerful they are, they will still have weaknesses.
Mrs. Burns frowned slightly, but she did not pursue him.
It's not because he was recognized by others that he lost confidence.
It's the other person's last words.
Mrs. Burns turned around and headed towards Old Bill's Watch Shop.
"There are actually attackers!"
Swart shook his head, which was covered with glass shards, and his whole body looked a little frightened, completely losing the arrogance he had before.
Although Goethe's attitude had already indicated that there was something wrong with this incident, when he actually met the police chief, he was still a little panicked, and his crotch naturally felt a little wet.
However, this is not the key!
The key thing is that a black shadow appeared on the windowsill.
The broken windows, the night wind blowing in, the candles had long been extinguished, and the other party's clothes were swinging.
The backlight of the moon obscured the other party's appearance, but the crimson eyes of the other party half-crouched on the windowsill were clearly visible.
"Monster of the morning!"
Swart was shocked and immediately peed completely.
The 'monster' he encountered in the morning was still fresh in the memory of this police chief.
After all, that was the guy who had been shot more than a dozen times without dying.
He originally thought there was only one.
Why did I meet another one now?
Do I want to finish playing?
The police chief was lamenting in his heart.
However, what made the police chief relieved was that the monster just glanced at him and looked directly at Goethe, who was standing next to him with a gun in his hand.
Bang bang bang!
Goethe pulled the trigger.
Gunfire flashed.
Smoke filled the air.
Swart rolled and crawled behind Goethe before he dared to quietly look up again.
This sight almost made the police chief cry.
The monster with scarlet eyes was still squatting on the window sill. He had been shot twelve times, but he did not appear to have fallen down at all. In fact, his body only shook a few times.
"Stronger than the monster from morning!"
Swart wailed in his heart.
Swart could see it, and Goethe could certainly see it.
When all twelve bullets in the two revolvers were fired, the scarlet-eyed monster finally moved.
The other party jumped into the room from the window sill.
Bang!
The floor trembled with the dull sound.
The other party slowly stood up straight.
At this time, Goethe discovered that the other party was taller and stronger than ordinary people.
The opponent's head has almost reached the ceiling, and his forearms are as thick as an ordinary person's thigh.
The opponent standing there looked like an upright bear, and the twelve eye-catching eyes on his body were bleeding with the opponent's movements, but there was no trace of embarrassment.
On the contrary, it makes the opponent's momentum even stronger.
The smell of murder like in the morning enveloped the room.
"That's all?"
"Any more?"
The other person looked at Goethe condescendingly, revealing his pale teeth in his cracked mouth.
Swart, who was hiding behind Goethe and had been standing up, fell down again with a cry of "Oh my God" when he saw this scene.
However, he took advantage of the situation and put his gun in Goethe's hand.
Swart knew he was timid.
Not to mention shooting at this time, even the hand holding the gun was shaking.
However, he knew better that he and Goethe were grasshoppers on the same rope, and neither could escape.
Goethe is dead.
He will never survive.
What is more likely is that Goethe lived and he died.
Therefore, he had to create a greater winning rate for Goethe.
Therefore, even though he was so frightened that he fell to the ground, Swart put his revolver in Goethe's hands - this was the only thing he could do now.
"court death!"
When the tall and muscular attacker saw this scene, he roared angrily and raised his hand to grab Goethe.
Goethe kicked Swart away, dodged to the side, and fired the revolver in his hand again.
Bang bang bang!
Another six bullets.
The opponent's body shook again, and the palm he grabbed slowed down. However, when the bullets in Goethe's revolver were shot out, the opponent rushed up again. Goethe immediately dodged. The difference in body shape and power caused him to
I have absolutely no intention of fighting head-on with the opponent.
Relying on your own dexterity is the best choice at this time!
With the mastery level of [Unarmed Combat], Goethe found a way to deal with it instantly!
The opponent's fist hit the wall behind Goethe.
Bang!
Immediately, a large crater appeared in the wooden wall, as if a hammer had hit it. Then the other party roared, pulled out his palm, and continued to hit Goethe.
Bang, bang bang!
Amidst a series of muffled sounds, sawdust flew into the room.
Goethe dodged repeatedly and threw Swart's revolver in his hand.
Snap!
The opponent didn't dodge at all, and just hit the opponent's face with the revolver. It didn't cause any harm at all. Instead, the opponent took advantage of this opportunity to force Goethe into a blind corner.
When he saw Goethe raising his hand again after being forced into a blind corner, the other party thought that Goethe was at the end of his rope and was just resisting, so he immediately sneered.
"Humph, I know I didn't...ahhh! My eyes!"
But before the other party finished speaking, a handful of gray-white dust smeared on the other party's face.
Suddenly, the sneer stopped and turned into a miserable cry.
The moment the opponent opened his mouth to scream, Goethe, who had been preparing for a long time, took out a dagger and inserted it directly into the opponent's mouth.
