After the young patrolman finished speaking, he ran outside without waiting for the two colleagues to answer, looking like he was in a hurry.
The two patrol officers in the interrogation room looked at each other, and they immediately checked Goethe's handcuffs. After confirming that there was no problem, they ran outside.
Tread, tap!
The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.
Then, a figure entered the interrogation room.
It was the young patrolman from just now.
At this moment, the young patrolman was staring at Goethe with a malicious look.
Especially after seeing Goethe's surprise, the malice became even more intense and there was a hint of pride.
The other party approached step by step, and when he stood in front of Goethe, he said condescendingly——
"Do you think you can escape?"
"But don't worry, you are still useful, I won't kill you here!"
"so……"
"It will only make you incapacitated!"
As the other party spoke, he waved his fists and strode over, with a ferocious smile on his face.
But, the next moment——
Bang!
The other party's evil smile also froze on his face.
The other person lowered his head and looked at Goethe's raised foot.
To be precise, it was a kick in his crotch.
Flirting your vaginal feet!
"Ah... oh oh oh!"
A shrill scream followed, but the scream was inexplicably mixed with a touch of sharpness.
Goethe withdrew his kick to the crotch, and the opponent covered his crotch with both hands, bowed his whole body, and was about to stagger back. However, the leg that Goethe had just withdrawn immediately bent his knees upward and pressed against the opponent's chin.
Bang!
The opponent who was holding his crotch raised his head high.
Immediately afterwards, he collapsed in front of Goethe.
Without any hesitation, Goethe raised his foot and stepped on it.
The sturdy heels of the leather shoes fell like raindrops on the other person's cheeks, head, and neck.
Bang, bang bang!
Click!
After the continuous tapping sounds, a final crisp sound came.
The other person's neck was broken.
Goethe stopped after confirming that the other party was taking in more air than coming out, and had no power to resist at all.
He sat in the chair and looked at the corpse on the ground, with a glint in his eyes.
Just now, in order to deal with the opponent more effectively and safely, he directly chose to use [Bloody Honor] to upgrade [Unarmed Combat]!
[Unarmed fighting (skilled): You have a solid foundation. After many actual battles, your physique and skills have been further strengthened. In the circle of amateur boxers, you have become one of the best. Effect: Physical +0.3 (Basic, Beginner, Skilled 0.1), Skill +
0.2 (beginner, proficient 0.1)]
…
Looking at the text in front of him that was upgraded like a game, Goethe carefully realized the difference between himself and before.
"It's not an enhancement in one aspect, but an all-round enhancement of the body. Strength, speed, reaction, and even vision, smell, and hearing all become stronger in an instant. And that kind of technique... It seems like I have practiced it hundreds of times.
Less than average.”
“Is this ‘body’ and ‘skill’?”
"That……"
"What is 'heart'?"
Goethe thought, looking at his heart which was still 0.
However, his thoughts were soon brought back.
Goethe looked down at the corpse on the ground.
The scene just now was indeed a bit beyond his expectation.
According to his guess, it should be quite safe in this official organization that can deal with the 'hidden world'!
However, there is actually a hint of the ‘pursuer’ here.
"The force that is chasing 'me' is more powerful than imagined. Even the official forces have been infiltrated."
"However, fortunately, the other party only has one secret agent. If there were more people, the other party would not show up alone, nor would they use such clumsy tricks to lure away the guards."
Goethe was very sure that the so-called "mass shooting on Pinewood Avenue" was a few people firing several shots into the air, and then attracting the attention of the police so that they could attack.
"It took a lot of effort to insert An Zi!"
"The other party's role is different from that of 'Goethe's Friend'. He is not cannon fodder, but an 'insurance' to solve subsequent problems!"
"Having arranged the 'cannon fodder' and the subsequent 'insurance', who did the 'Wayne' family get into trouble?"
Goethe looked at the corpse on the ground and narrowed his eyes.
When he was in his hometown, Goethe had seen more than once the method of throwing out the "cannon fodder" that had been prepared in the final stage of cleaning up to completely end a matter, and arranging "insurance" just in case.
But those who use these methods are extremely difficult to deal with.
Or he can be called a big shot.
The 'Wayne' family is an ordinary 'country rich' class, and it is impossible to mess with that kind of guy no matter what.
Goethe had more and more doubts in his heart.
He was thinking and waiting.
He believed that the patrol officers who left would not be gone for long.
In fact, this is also true.
About ten minutes later, dense footsteps could be heard in the corridor.
Tap tap tap.
After the soles of the leather shoes collided with the concrete floor, a unique sound came from far away, and Goethe looked towards the door.
Subsequently,
The middle-aged patrolman and two guard patrolmen from before pushed open the door and entered.
Looking at Goethe who was still cuffed tightly to the chair, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.
But immediately, when the three of them noticed the body on the ground, their breath got stuck in their throats.
"Soko!"
One of the patrol officers exclaimed, while the other patrol officer ran over to check his colleagues on the ground.
After checking his breathing and pulse, the patrolman turned his head and said to the middle-aged patrolman with an ugly expression.
"Dead!"
The middle-aged patrolman immediately pointed his gun at Goethe again, with a ferocious look in his eyes.
The other two patrol officers picked up their batons and surrounded Goethe on the left and right.
Faced with being surrounded by three people, Goethe looked in the direction of the door.
Behind the three people, there was another person.
However, at this time, the other party did not walk in, but stood at the door and looked at the situation in the room.
It was a tall, middle-aged man with a full beard. His brown hair was curly and messy, his eyes were cloudy, and he smelled of alcohol. Even though he was just standing at the door, Goethe in the interrogation room could clearly smell the smell.
arrive.
Noticing Goethe's inspection, the other party first confirmed that Goethe was firmly restrained, then moved his steps and walked in with a certain tone.
The other party ignored the corpse on the ground, raised his hand to ask the middle-aged patrolman to lower his gun, and then introduced himself.
"I am Sheriff Swart of Luster."
"You are the person in charge of this case!"
"Not the one you surrendered to!"
The sergeant prolonged his tone, and when everyone looked at him, he felt satisfied and continued -
