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Chapter 8 Bait!

Obstructed by thick fog, Delber walked into No. 1 Guta Street openly.

As a subordinate of that adult, he knew how terrifying this dense fog was. Not only would it obscure people's vision, but if the adult wanted to, it could also freeze people to death in the thick fog.

The extinguishing of the flame just now showed that the adult was serious.

This is good for him.

At least, he can kill that guy easier.

An intact sharpshooter is terrifying.

But, a sharpshooter who is so cold that his whole body becomes stiff is a living target!

Crunch!

There was a harsh sound, the sound that people would make when running across the wooden floor that was in disrepair.

"Second floor!"

After Delber locked his target, he sneered in his heart and slowly walked to the second floor through the thick fog.

Then, he looked directly at a room in the corner of the second floor - except for this room, the doors of all the rooms on the second floor were open, giving a completely unobstructed view.

"Are you in a panic and choosing a way out?"

Delber sneered in his heart, and then strode towards the room.

It's not that Delber is careless, but since he became that master's subordinate, he has encountered similar opponents more than once. He thinks that his marksmanship or skills are good, but when he faces extraordinary power for the first time, he always fails.

panicked.

Then?

They solve it easily!

The Goethe in front of me is not the first one!

Definitely not the last one either!

"This is extraordinary power!"

With an absolute sense of superiority in his heart, Delber walked gently to the door.

He didn't walk to the door, let alone open the door. Instead, he stood sideways and pulled the trigger repeatedly through the door.

Bang, bang bang!

The bullet passed through the wooden door.

From the bullet hole, Delber could even see the sparks flickering in the room as the bullet struck.

Delber did not stop until all the bullets in the magazine were fired, then he took out another revolver and stood in front of the door.

He prepared for another round of shooting.

But at this moment——

boom!

In the huge explosion, the door was blown away and hit Delber.

Click, click.

With the tremendous force that shattered his bones, Delber fell straight down the second floor.

"Cough, cough."

Delbon, who had several broken ribs, coughed up a lot of blood. However, at this time, Delbon ignored it at all. He just raised his head with difficulty and looked at the room on the second floor.

He wants to know what happened.

Is it a bomb?

Or something else.

However, when Delber saw the room clearly, he was stunned.

Because, there is...

bathroom!

Even though it has become a mess, Delber can be sure that there is a toilet.

Almost instantly, Delber thought of a piece of news published in the newspaper two days ago: a resident lit a candle when he went to the toilet at night, and an explosion suddenly occurred, and he was killed in the toilet.

At that time, he laughed loudly, thinking that the other party was stupid and didn't know how to vent.

But when this person turned into him, Delber couldn't laugh anymore.

Especially when someone points a gun at you.

"Wait, I..."

Bang!

Before Delber could finish speaking, Goethe pulled the trigger.

Delber's eyebrows were shot, and his eyes were wide open.

After doing all this, Goethe seemed to be relieved. He stood there panting, as if the action just now consumed a lot of energy, and he did not notice the knife suddenly sticking out from the mist behind him.

Under the cover of the weapon, the blade has no light and makes no sound.

When it was almost pressed against Goethe's back, he suddenly exerted force.

clang!

In the sound of metal clashing, Goethe was unscathed.

Moreover, he turned around and raised his palms back.

Suddenly, a white mist appeared.

yes……

flour.

In the gray mist, a dirty figure appeared. The other person did not expect that an unexpected attack would occur in a sure blow, and looked at Goethe with wide eyes in astonishment.

Then, my nose felt itchy and my eyes felt sore...

Ah sneeze!

Amid the loud sneeze, the opponent's entire body leaned forward.

It's pepper!

The flour is also mixed with pepper!

Of course, this is not the point. The point is that Goethe had already picked up the revolver Delber had dropped on the ground.

Bang, bang bang!

The figure in the mist wanted to dodge, but the distance between the two sides was less than seven steps, so there was no time to dodge.

Several blood flowers exploded on the opponent's body.

Then, the opponent fell to the ground.

As the opponent fell to the ground, the fog dissipated instantly.

However, Goethe did not move forward immediately. Instead, he fired three more shots at the man who fell on the ground, on the left and right sides of the chest and between the eyebrows.

After doing all this, Goethe raised his hand and pulled off the bullet chain from Delber's body. After filling the magazine of the revolver in his hand, he fired three more shots at the opponent.

Only then did Goethe, who was sure that the other party was completely dead, dare to approach the other party.

When facing the unknown, you can never be too careful.

Therefore, Goethe did not touch the other party's body directly, but used a fragment of the door panel scattered on the ground to move the other party's body.

Door panel fragments are not readily available.

But it's long enough.

This allowed Goethe to maintain a safe enough distance from the other party.

During this process, Goethe's other hand was always holding the gun, and if anything went wrong, he would pull the trigger.

The other person has an ordinary face, average clothes, a weak body, and no calluses on his fingers. He is the kind of ordinary person who would not be noticed if thrown into a crowd.

"Is it really the case that someone like this used that extraordinary power?"

Doubts arose in Goethe's heart.

And at this moment——

"No doubt about it."

"He is the one who uses powers similar to 'Kirigakure'."

"but……"

"He's just an apprentice."

A voice appeared at the door.

Goethe immediately raised the revolver in his hand.

At the door of No. 1 Guta Street, stood a man wearing a black tuxedo with a white shirt. Facing Goethe's muzzle, the man straightened his stacked fronts, and then took off his top hat very formally.

Bowed politely.

"Good evening, Mr. Goethe, I am Morey."

"He is a person in Luster who specializes in handling similar matters."

"besides……"

"Nice armor."

The other party introduced himself in this way and at the same time praised Goethe.

Goethe, who was seen through, stopped pretending and took off his coat.

Under the coat, two pans were placed one behind the other, blocking Goethe's front and back.

Holding his coat in one hand, Goethe put down his gun.

It wasn't that Goethe only listened to one side of the story, but that Goethe saw Swart, who was standing behind the other party and trotting towards him with a flattering look on his face.

The police sergeant bowed his back and smiled like a chrysanthemum.

Even the water stains on the crotch are clearly visible.

As if noticing Goethe's gaze, the police chief said without changing his expression: "When I was avoiding the attack just now, I rolled over a puddle and accidentally got wet."

Goethe smiled, not believing it at all.

He still knew the other party's embarrassment.

However, at this time, his eyes once again looked at the man who called himself Morey.

Under Goethe's gaze, Morey reached out and took out a pocket watch from his pocket, looked down, frowned, paused for about two seconds, and then said: "There is still a little time, enough for us to discuss some things...

…Do you understand your current situation?”

Then, without waiting for Goethe to reply, Morey, who seemed to be in a hurry, spoke at a very fast speed.

"Your situation is a bit complicated. According to the normal procedure, you will have your memory erased tonight - of course, the method of erasing memory is not without consequences. In the next few years or longer, you will

You may face problems such as insomnia, anorexia, memory loss, depression, mental confusion, etc., but you can still survive.”

"But if you kill that guy's apprentice, you will definitely suffer revenge from that guy!"

"It just so happens that I need to hunt down that guy, but that guy is just like a rat in the gutter, not only cunning and fierce, but also good at hiding."

"therefore……"

"I need a 'bait'!"

"A 'bait' as good as you!"


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