Calamity Crown

The flames flickered and the roar was deafening.

Windows, door panels, and relatively fragile walls were directly shattered under the action of the shock wave.

Even the corpse belonging to Dr. Huo De was smashed together.

Swart climbed on the side of the carriage and pressed his hat with his hands. He looked at Goethe, and then at the ruined Dr. Hodder's mansion, raising Goethe's danger level by one level again in his mind.

As a policeman, even if the sheriff is the kind of dereliction of duty, he has seen many ruthless people due to environmental reasons.

However, this is the first time this sheriff has seen someone like Goethe.

Be careful.

Not terrible.

Many people are able to do this.

The frightening thing is that when a person possesses prudence and caution, he still has a trace of reckless...crazy!

That's right!

Just crazy!

In the scene just now, Swart could clearly see that Dr. Hodder's body began to come back to life after the explosives were thrown in!

In other words, before this, the house was normal.

But in the face of such normality, Goethe blew it up without hesitation.

Just because of a little doubt, it was destroyed directly, regardless of the consequences.

Even if it turns out afterwards, Goethe was right.

But it still made the hairs on Swart's back stand on end.

Because, almost subconsciously, he thought, if Goethe doubted him... what would happen?

Involuntarily, the sheriff shuddered.

The result is self-evident.

Immediately, the sheriff showed another flattering smile to Goethe who had stood up beside him.

"What do we do next?"

It's completely asking for instructions.

"Follow your procedures."

After Goethe finished speaking, he boarded the carriage, as if handing everything over to Swart.

"Call someone, block the scene."

Swart commanded his subordinates with ease.

The policeman, who had witnessed everything, had no intention of rebutting at all.

Act now.

The huge explosion also attracted the attention of residents in the neighborhood on the tree-lined street.

Compared with the bottom class, most of the people living here are above the middle class.

They don't need to run around for three meals a day, everyone has a stable income, even if it is not as good as those rich and noble, but it is much higher than the bottom, so they have the energy to wonder what happened.

Dare to ask the police.

At this time, Swart appeared on the stage.

While two teams of patrolmen maintained order, Swart stood in front of a group of residents in the tree-lined upper block.

"Sorry to bother everyone."

"After our survey just now, there was a gas explosion."

"Unfortunately, Dr. Hodder is at home..."

With that said, Swart took off his hat and put it on his chest.

The surrounding residents also took off their hats with sad faces.

"Dr Hodder is a good man."

"I'm going to make him my personal doctor."

"I didn't expect such a terrible thing to happen."

The people around said in a low voice.

Some are really uncomfortable.

And some?

It's just a fake show.

Swart wouldn't debunk this, he chose to go along.

After the curiosity of these residents was satisfied, Swart was ready to turn around and board the carriage.

However, when he opened the car door, Swart was taken aback.

Goethe was not in the carriage.

Inexplicably, the sheriff's heart tightened.

The next moment, the sheriff leaned over to check under the carriage seat.

When he found that another box of explosives under the seat had been opened and a few were missing, his expression changed immediately.

But then the sheriff returned to normal.

He spoke in a voice only he could hear.

"In a short period of time, the gas exploded twice. It seems that the gas company needs to thoroughly inspect the entire tree-lined street! As a police chief in charge, I should supervise the whole process, and... be impartial."

Thinking of something, a smile appeared on the sheriff's face.

Then, he began to look forward to it inexplicably.

...

Farrow walked slowly down the stairs, leaning on the wall.

Every step made him feel his viscera tumbling again, like being stabbed by a knife.

However, he gritted his teeth and persisted.

He is too weak now.

So weak that even a child can't handle it.

Although the male owner of the house he was in had already been killed by him, but the female owner who went out hadn't--this normally didn't matter to him, if the other party came back, he would kill him casually. lucky.

but now?

If the other party came back suddenly, he would be the one who was killed.

The explosion just now has attracted enough police officers.

Even if it is a group of drunkards, but at this time, it is fatal.

Thinking of the explosion just now, Farrow gritted his teeth angrily.

The trap he set up can be said to be flawless.

Even if that Goethe had doubts, he would come back to inspect Huo De's body, and then he would control the body and give him a fatal blow.

But what he didn't expect was that Goethe never entered the house from the beginning to the end.

Not only did he not enter the house, but he even brought a box of explosives, ignited it, and threw it inside.

Standing at the window, seeing this scene, he immediately took control of Dr. Huo De's body, ready to fight as hard as he could.

But it's still too late.

As Dr. Hodder's body was destroyed, he also suffered a violent backlash.

"Need to recuperate for at least two weeks!"

Farrow never thought that after gaining extraordinary power, he would be forced to this point by ordinary people.

"Wait!"

"Wait until I recover!"

"I will definitely make your life worse than death!"

Farrow thought to himself, and pushed open the door.

He sneered when he saw the chattering ordinary people and the police who gathered in front of him.

The inferiority of mortals!

Then, turn around and leave.

He was ready to return to his lair without stopping.

Although he was burning with anxiety, his body that had suffered backlash made it impossible for Farrow to walk fast at all. He could only move forward step by step, a bit like a tottering old man.

Farrow walked for five minutes at a distance of more than one hundred meters from the street entrance.

Here you can take a public carriage.

Farrow breathed a sigh of relief.

His current body is not suitable for sports.

Farrow, who had already stood at the intersection and away from the police, relaxed his vigilance again.

He looked towards the end of the road, expecting the stagecoach to appear soon.

He was completely unaware of a pair of eyes hiding in the shadows that had been on him since he left the house.

At this time, a gun was poked out.

Being pointed at the gun, even if he suffered backlash, Farrow was still aware of it.

Subconsciously, Farrow wanted to dodge, but his current body couldn't do that at all. He only twisted half of his body with all his strength, but it was enough for him to see clearly the man with the gun behind him!

"Goethe!"

Farrow looked terrified.

Goethe pulled the trigger without hesitation

boom!

Bang bang bang bang!

Goethe's first shot hit Farrow in the chest.

Farrow fell straight to the ground.

Goethe then aimed his gun at Farrow's head.

Five shots in a row!

It wasn't until Farrow's head was beaten to pieces that Goethe carefully walked out from the shadows.

At this moment, he was holding another revolver in his hand. While moving forward, he aimed at Farrow's left and right chests, one left and one right, and fired two more shots.

Then?

A bundle of five, the ignited explosives fell on Farrow.