The greeting was joking and full of malice, causing Kyle to fight back without hesitation.
Unfortunately, Kyle had just pulled out the revolver, and the opponent kicked him on the wrist. The revolver flew directly into the air, and the opponent turned around and kicked Kyle on the chest.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, Kyle flew directly into the room and hit the wall.
The huge force made Kyle seem to be stuck to the wall. After a full second, he slowly slid down.
At the same time, the man wearing a hood and cloak raised his hand to catch the revolver that fell in mid-air.
“Very well maintained.”
"pity……"
"Too few shots."
The man wearing a hood and cloak walked into the room as he spoke. The man threw Old Henry's head directly towards Kyle. After it fell into Kyle's arms, the man closed the door.
Anti-lock.
"The night is long and we have enough time to have fun."
The other party let out a low laugh.
"Cough, cough!"
Kyle was leaning against the wall and coughing repeatedly. The young trainee secret keeper looked at Old Henry's head in his arms with sadness and anger in his eyes.
The attacker saw such sadness and anger.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, mourn for the weak, get angry for the weak... You are worthy of being a secret keeper."
"What a pity, such waste——"
“Not worth it!”
The attacker pointed his revolver at Kyle and spoke with interest.
"Mr. Henry is not a waste!"
"He raised three sons and two daughters with his own hands, and provided his children with a good enough growing environment so that they could become literate and learn the skills to make a living!"
"He's a real dad!"
"Definitely not trash!"
Kyle spoke loudly, but as soon as he finished speaking, he coughed again.
As you can imagine, the previous kick caused him serious injuries.
Such a cough immediately made the attacker laugh.
"What difference does it make?"
"He was killed easily by me!"
"If I wanted to, I could easily kill his three sons and two daughters!"
"Of course, including you!"
"Speaking of which..."
"Are you no different from them?"
"They're all trash too!"
The attacker laughed so hard, then he stood up straight, raised the revolver towards Kyle, and made a soft 'bang' sound in his mouth.
Kyle did not dodge, and there was no fear in his eyes.
After carefully placing old Henry's head aside, he stood up little by little, holding on to the wall.
The attacker did not stop him, but instead whistled.
"I'm not a waste, I'm a secret keeper."
"even though……"
"Just an apprenticeship!"
Kyle said and rushed towards the door next to him.
This door is the innermost door in the room and is always closed.
When Kyle put his hand on the door, it opened directly.
Bang!
Guns also fired.
A bullet appeared in the back of Kyle's head, but an invisible force field blocked the bullet.
"Trainee Secret Keeper's Manual"!
Can withstand a close range gunshot!
The bullet returned in vain.
Kyle took advantage of the opportunity to enter the room and closed the door.
"Damn it!"
The attacker, who always thought he was in control of the situation, immediately chased after him with curses, kicked open the door, and rushed in.
Then, the other party was stunned.
The room in front of me was not big, and there was no furniture or furnishings, not even a single normal daily necessities.
All we have is...
Dynamite!
The whole room is filled with explosives!
Moreover, these explosives have been ignited!
Kyle coughed blood and stood in the middle of the explosives. He looked at the attackers who were chasing after him and showed a smile. He said: "I am not a waste, because I know what I should do as a secret keeper!"
"even though……"
"Just an apprenticeship!"
The attacker didn't even listen to what Kyle said and flew away.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
boom!
In the huge explosion, the flames swallowed up the attackers and...
Kyle with a smile.
"As a gentleman, I chose the most inappropriate way to fight. I'm really embarrassed."
The soft murmurs were masked by the explosion.
In the end, only the flames rising into the sky were left.
The dazzling light can be seen throughout Luster.
Not to mention the loud noise that followed.
Goethe, who was riding in the carriage and was about to go to an appointment with Morey, saw the flames of the explosion immediately.
"It's 'Black Sails Security Company'!"
Then, Goethe's pupils shrank.
Because, he found that Morey sitting opposite him had no expression at all.
Not just peace.
besides……
expect.
Then, Luster's official person in charge of extraordinary things closed his eyes and raised his palms.
An invisible stream of air gathered on Morey's palm.
Goethe, who was sitting in the carriage, clearly felt the 'wind'.
Then, the wind blew in the distance.
"Found it!"
Morey opened his eyes, jumped out of the carriage, and chased the wind.
"You go to 'Black Sails Security Company'!"
After leaving such a sentence, Morey disappeared.
Goethe stared coldly at the direction where Morey disappeared.
Morey's look and actions just now told him one fact -
Kyle was used as bait!
A bait that attracts enemies hiding in the dark!
Does Kyle know?
You should know.
With that guy's admiration for Morey, even if he knew about it, he would definitely be willing to do it.
"What a fool."
Goethe took a deep breath, knocked on the partition between the coachman and the carriage, and said.
"You return to the police station and tell Swart to bring someone."
After saying this, Goethe jumped off the carriage.
He quickly ran towards the 'Black Sail Security Company'.
Soon, Goethe's sight showed the still-burning No. 22 Sausage Street.
The two-story building that was supposed to be standing with the signs of 'Black Sails Security Company' and 'Old Henry's Deli' has long since become ruins, with the remaining flames burning the remaining bricks, wood, and more bricks.
The wood had fallen down a long time ago and was covered in layers, just like a newly built tomb.
Goethe quickened his pace...
However, the next moment it rolled sideways.
Whoosh!
A stone passed Goethe and hit the ground in front of Goethe.
Snap!
With a crisp sound, the stones immediately shattered into dust, and a small pit appeared on the ground.
Looking at the hole that could fit his entire index finger into, Goethe narrowed his eyes.
There is no doubt that such an attack would break bones and tendons.
If it hits a vital point, the injury will be fatal.
"You actually dodged it?"
"If I had known earlier, I should have shot."
"but……"
"I'm not used to using guns."
A voice came from behind Goethe. A man wearing a hood and cloak was sitting on the side of the road. When he noticed Goethe looking at him, the man immediately waved his hand.
"Long time no see, Goethe."
"The last time I saw you, I was in the Garden Club - I bumped into a guy accidentally, and the guy angrily wanted to teach me a lesson, and then, you showed up."
"You apologize for me."
"And bought me a drink."
"This makes my memory of you still fresh, and..."
"I wish I could kill your whole family."
The words were soft at first, but soon they became louder and louder. At the end, he stood up from the ground and shouted in an almost roaring voice -
"Why do you, a mere ordinary person, apologize for me? Why do you dare to invite me for a drink?"
