The mist that suddenly appeared became thicker at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The middle-aged patrolman driving the car had to adjust the brightness of the horse lantern to the highest level, and at the same time, he also lit another backup horse lantern, but it was still useless. The thick fog made it impossible for him to see the road ahead clearly.
The originally fast-moving carriage suddenly slowed down.
Fortunately, we are already at the corner of Guta Street.
Not far from No. 1 Guta Street.
The middle-aged patrolman carefully drove the carriage forward, but something still went wrong.
The law!
There was a horse's neigh, the car shook for a while, and then came to a complete stop.
The middle-aged patrolman driving the car immediately jumped out of his seat and went to check the horse, carrying a lantern.
"Tucker, what's wrong?"
Swart's voice came from inside the carriage.
"Chief, it was so foggy that I didn't notice a depression on the ground where the horse hurt its hoof."
"We can only walk."
After the inspection, the middle-aged patrolman straightened up and said helplessly into the car.
After saying that, the middle-aged patrolman was about to walk over and light up Swart's eyes. Even though there was a lantern hanging on the carriage, how could the middle-aged patrolman slack off on something that could win Swart's favor?
Of course, he hoped that Swart would forget about such a "little thing" as the horse's injured hoof because of his attentiveness.
Even if the horse will most likely be sent to a butcher shop.
Thinking about how he could make himself look innocent, the middle-aged patrolman didn't notice what was behind him. Just when he took a step, a big hand stretched out from the fog behind him and covered him.
Then, a dagger passed over his neck.
The middle-aged patrolman who struggled instinctively trembled all over, and his eyes quickly lost their luster.
Then, when the attacker gently placed it on the ground, it was completely lifeless.
The attacker, who was stained with a lot of blood, didn't care and just walked towards the carriage openly.
With the fog covering him, he was sure that the people inside couldn't see his face clearly, let alone the blood stains.
Then, when the car door opened, he launched a surprise attack.
Just leave the target alive.
The rest?
Naturally, kill them all.
Such a task is too simple for him.
Counting this order, he has done it four times.
Completely at ease.
As for the so-called ‘police identity’?
He won't care at all.
"Damn it!"
Hearing his subordinate's answer, Swart cursed in a low voice. The sergeant looked very unhappy, and it was not that he minded walking, even though he had the shoemaker maintain his leather shoes for 'free' in the afternoon.
At this moment, the police chief was filled with uneasiness in his heart!
Swart knew very well that anything that was normal in daily life would be abnormal and fatal when the adult intervened.
Phew! Phew!
He took two deep breaths to adjust his emotions, and then tilted his head at one of his subordinates to signal him to get off first.
The subordinate obviously noticed something was wrong, but faced Swart's order and did not dare to resist.
The patrolman raised his hand and pushed towards the car door.
However, he was stopped by Goethe.
Goethe, who had opened the handcuffs at some point, raised his right hand, raised his index finger to make a silent gesture in front of his lips, then snatched the revolver from Swart's waist, fired directly through the carriage door.
Bang, bang bang!
Three shots in a row.
The sound of a body falling to the ground was heard outside the carriage.
"Are you crazy?"
Swart exclaimed.
The sergeant thought Goethe had shot his subordinate who was driving.
But Goethe ignored the other party at all, kicked the car door open, and threw his windbreaker out.
immediately--
Bang bang bang!
In the thick fog, gunfire suddenly erupted.
The windbreaker that had just been thrown out was swayed left and right in the air by the impact of the bullets, like a bat being rolled up in the strong wind at night. By the time the windbreaker hit the ground, it was already in tatters.
Swart and the opponent's two subordinates in the carriage shrank in fear.
Almost subconsciously, Swart turned around and asked Goethe what to do.
But when he turned his head, the police chief suddenly discovered that Goethe, who was beside him just now, had disappeared.
At the same time, the door on the other side of the carriage was opened quietly.
Apparently, Goethe got out of the carriage on the other side when the attention of the attackers outside was attracted by the trench coat.
Watching all this, Swart's two men rushed to the door on this side without thinking. In order to rush out of the carriage first, the two of them even fought, especially the one who was pointed at the gun before.
When the subordinate discovered that Swart wanted to get off the car, he immediately raised his leg and kicked Swart in the face.
The sergeant covered his face and backed away, and the two Swart's men jumped off the carriage almost at the same time after realizing that they could not help each other.
But before the two of them could stand still——
Bang bang bang!
Blood blossomed, and more than five bullets covered the two people's bodies.
The two people's whole bodies seemed to be electrocuted, shaking several times, and then they fell into a pool of blood, making no sound.
Seeing this scene, Swart, who had been yelling loudly just now, quickly covered his mouth, forcing himself not to make the slightest sound, and then curled up under the seat of the carriage.
"What to do? What to do?"
"Am I going to die young?"
"I knew that if I got involved in that adult's affairs, I would encounter misfortune!"
The police sergeant curled up and trembled. His mind was already in a blur. He had no idea what he should do and was hiding completely subconsciously.
But Goethe, who rolled out of the carriage, had an extremely clear mind.
In fact, just now, when he smelled the sudden smell of blood through the car door, Goethe calmed down instantly.
At this moment, Goethe was crawling in the corner, letting his eyes adapt to the thick fog, and at the same time, he kept in mind the location of the flashing gunfire.
However, he did not shoot.
Instead, while warily staring at the location of the flashing gunfire, he tried his best to be as careful as possible without making any noise, and climbed towards the building on one side.
Never fight in an unfamiliar place!
In his hometown, he once suffered a loss and was lucky to be alive. This experience made Goethe clearly know what he should do at this moment——
Return to No. 1 Guta Street!
The fog in front of him obscured his sight, but it had little impact on the other party.
Obviously, these people are used to fighting in this kind of environment!
There may even be some 'auxiliary' that allows the opponent's vision to be the same as usual in the fog.
And what about him?
Even though I had tried my best to adapt just now, my vision was still greatly affected!
In this case, with his marksmanship, there is no chance of winning.
But once you enter No. 1 Guta Street, it's different.
