Calamity Crown

Facing Morey's straightforward words, Goethe was not displeased at all.

Because Goethe knew very well that what the other party said was true.

Moreover, he has no reason to refuse.

Unless he wanted to deal with an enemy who was stronger than before and possessed unknown power alone.

He was able to kill the guy just now because he had great luck.

One is that he has a geographical advantage.

The second is that the opponent lacks experience.

Now that the opponent has become the teacher of the other party, a richer and more powerful enemy, Goethe thinks he is not sure.

so--

"good."

Goethe nodded.

"Well, I wish us a happy cooperation."

"At eight o'clock tomorrow morning, someone from the Black Sail Security Company will inform you of more arrangements."

After speaking, Morey glanced at the pocket watch in his hand again, and then, without giving Goethe another chance to ask, he turned and left.

Goethe watched the other person's leaving back, frowning slightly.

The opponent gave Goethe a strange feeling.

There seems to be an invisible barrier that separates the other party from those around them.

It's not the kind of disdain and contempt for ordinary people after possessing extraordinary power.

Instead it's kind of like...

Not used to it!

Not used to talking to strangers.

The back of the hastily leaving, as if the matter has been done, and the appearance of fleeing quickly.

but,

is it possible?

A person who has mastered extraordinary powers, and as the official local head, would be afraid to talk to strangers?

Or the other party has other things?

Goethe guessed, and put the glass bottle hidden in his hand aside.

The bottle was open, plugged with a rag, and contained kerosene.

This was one of Goethe's hole cards just prepared, but unfortunately he didn't use it.

Also not used is [Bloody Honor]!

However, similar things are not used, which does not mean that there is no need for more.

The next moment, Goethe threw out these thoughts and began to sweep the battlefield with his head bowed - a more powerful unknown threat was approaching, making Goethe's heart more urgent to have more cards to save his life.

[Blood Honor], which can instantly make him powerful, is naturally the first choice.

Working with Morey, safety should be guaranteed, but Goethe is more used to holding life in his own hands-no one can guarantee that accidents will not happen, and Goethe knows this very well.

However, it's a pity that the group of gunmen in front of them didn't have [Bloody Honor].

"Parents, uncles, aunts, cousins, aunts, aren't they the hands of these guys?"

"These people were hired just for me?"

Goethe frowned unconsciously.

If it is really as he guessed, then the situation will become even more difficult.

Because the opponent is not only powerful, but also has a large number of people under his command.

Sure enough, there is no worst, only worse!

Goethe sighed, and looked at Swart who was staring at the kerosene bottle.

The sheriff, whose crotch was still wet, immediately moved two steps to the side like a frightened bird, and even fell to the ground when his soles slipped.

Coincidentally, he came face to face with the corpse on the ground under the weight of the door.

"ah!"

"Um?"

After the scream, there was a drawn-out tone, full of doubts.

This caught Goethe's attention.

"What's wrong with him?"

Goethe went over and asked.

"His name is Delber. He is a wanted criminal. The bounty is 50 gold grams—I'll give you 60 gold grams. Give me this guy's body!"

The sheriff spoke with his hands on the floor, keeping his face away from the body.

While talking, make an appearance that you have made a lot of money.

"oh?"

"This is the guy I worked so hard to kill, so..."

"I have to pay more!"

Goethe looked at the sheriff with a gleam in his eyes.

Almost instinctively, he began to re-evaluate the greatest value that Swarte could pay in front of him-the occupation in his hometown made him sensitive to similar things, especially when money was involved.

And the sheriff felt like he was being watched by wolves.

He twisted his body uncomfortably, but continued.

"70!"

"70 gold grams is my limit, he is only worth this price!"

The other party emphasized.

But this kind of emphasis made Goethe discover the urgency of the other party.

"Yeah?"

Goethe looked at the sheriff intently, and then said directly——

"That's just an official reward, right?"

"There should be similar rewards in private, right?"

"and……"

"He will also give you a lot of merit!"

Regarding the private reward, it was Goethe's guess based on his original memory.

The original Goethe had gone to places like the Hunter's Pub to find help.

pity……

A poor man does not deserve the help of hunters.

As for the merits mentioned by Goethe?

If possible, Swart in front of him would naturally want more rights.

Otherwise, the previous transaction will not be proposed.

"How much do you want?"

Seeing that there was no way to hide it from Goethe, the sheriff asked hesitantly.

"100 gold grams!"

"No..."

"100 gold grams is just the basics. If you are willing to pay 50 gold grams more, I can help you testify and tell others about your bravery. Of course, you need to pay another 50 gold grams to buy a pair of dry pants from me. After all, a brave man shouldn't get his crotch wet."

As soon as Goethe made an offer, Swart exclaimed, but was immediately interrupted by Goethe.

Suddenly, the sheriff fell silent.

Talking about it yourself, and someone proving it and telling it are definitely two concepts.

Most importantly, as Goethe said, he needed this feat very much.

Because, his immediate boss, the bureau chief will retire in two years!

And he is not the only one who is competing for the position of director. If he wants to stand out from the crowd, this kind of meritorious service in gun battles with gangsters is absolutely indispensable.

Thinking of this, the sheriff gritted his teeth.

"good!"

Facing Swart who agreed, Goethe showed a smile on his face, and he said unhurriedly.

"Also, help me restore this place to its original state."

"no problem."

Having agreed to the previous conditions, Swart doesn't care about such innocuous issues at all-because, as long as he submits the report, the repair costs here can be reimbursed.

But immediately, Goethe went on.

"besides……"

"besides?"

Swart stared at Goethe with wide eyes. He thought he was greedy enough, but he didn't expect that the guy in front of him was even more greedy than him.

This is exactly like oil coming out of the mud!

Moreover, why is this guy so accurate!

"The last two!"

"Help me investigate 'Dr. Hodder' - he is my grandfather's personal physician."

Goethe's smile gradually faded, his eyes turned cold.

Among 'his' relatives, only his grandfather died of a sudden illness, and the rest were 'disappeared'. Moreover, it was after his grandfather died that the family members began to disappear.

In other words, 'his grandfather' is where it all started.

Moreover, 'disease and death' was also the conclusion given by that doctor Hodder.

The previous 'Goethe' was convinced of this.

And now?

Goethe took it as a breakthrough——to find a breakthrough for [Blood Honor].

As for why Swart was asked to help?

He was going to the 'Black Sail Security Company' after dawn, and he didn't have time at all.

Moreover, the identity of the other side's sheriff is very convenient.

Swarte's face struggled again.

The sheriff doesn't want to be near anything that's far from common sense.

However, he could also see that if he did not agree, the Goethe in front of him could not be bought with money.

Look at the hatred in each other's eyes!

And everything tonight!

The opponent did not hesitate to risk himself, and even lured the enemy out, and then, facing Delber and his gang without mercy, killed them one by one!

As for the threat of force?

Not to mention the gap in force between the two sides.

In Swart's eyes at this moment, Goethe is not afraid of death at all!

Because, obviously reached a cooperation with Mr. Morey, as long as he cooperates with Morey patiently, but he is still willing to take risks to find clues by himself!

It is obvious that hatred has become the belief of the other party to live!

Inexplicably, Swarte had such an impression of Goethe in his heart.

Goethe didn't care about Swart's apprehensive but pitiful eyes.

Or rather, this is what Goethe needs.

He needs an inherent impression to dilute the original impression of "Goethe" on the people around him.

Nothing beats the Avengers.

Under this layer of disguise, some changes in behavior and words will become reasonable in an instant.

"And one more?"

Swart did not immediately agree or refuse, but asked Goethe for the last request.

If it is still too much, he will immediately refuse.

Getting promoted and getting rich is important, but life is more important.

"I need to pick some of these weapons and ammunition on the ground."

Goethe made one last request.

Immediately, Swart breathed a sigh of relief.

This requirement is simpler than repairing a dilapidated house.

You mean evidence?

Isn't that up to him, the sheriff who killed Delber's gang?

"Okay, I agree."

"I'll give you the money tomorrow morning!"

"Now……"

"Where are my pants?"

said the sheriff.

Goethe showed a smile, turned around and took out a pair of pants from his room and threw them to the other party - until the other party washed their hands, Goethe would not have any direct contact with the other party.

Then, Goethe began to choose from the revolvers and daggers he had collected before.

"Your pants don't fit!"

"Damn it!"

"Who would believe that 50 gold grams of pants don't fit!"

"50 gold grams is enough for me to buy 20 pairs of pants at the best tailor in Lust!"

Beside, Swart muttered.

"A glass of water in the desert is far more expensive than gold."

Goethe continued to choose weapons without looking up.

There is no doubt that Delber's two revolvers are the best. The two revolvers are very well maintained. Under the candlelight, they exude the unique brilliance of metal, and the white and yellowish ivory handles are even more eye-catching. .

Picking up the two revolvers, Goethe twirled a gun flower, and inserted the two revolvers directly into the gun belt under his armpit.

This gun belt was also Delber's, with a chain of bullets that could be hidden in the belt.

Then, a dagger with a sheath was tied to the calf.

This dagger comes from one of Goethe's earliest assailants.

After doing all this, Goethe couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief at the long-lost sense of security.

At this time, on the street in the distance, a large number of patrolmen finally arrived.

There are also reporters.

Facing the long-awaited subordinates, Swarte didn't care. He glanced at the reporters, took a deep breath, and recalled the draft in his mind. Then, with a smile on his face, he held his head high. walked out.

However, the sheriff apparently forgot that the pants didn't fit.

Moreover, under the excitement, the sheriff's steps are big and extremely powerful.

So, the next moment——

Crack!

Amid the sound of cloth being torn, Swart smiled stiffly, clamped his legs, and stood still.