Calamity Crown

After the young patrolman finished speaking, he ran out without waiting for the two colleagues to answer, looking in a hurry.

The two patrolmen in the interrogation room looked at each other, and they immediately checked Goethe's handcuffs, and after confirming that there was no problem, they ran outside.

Step, step!

The footsteps gradually faded away.

Then, a figure entered the interrogation room.

It was the young patrolman just now.

At this moment, the young policeman was staring at Goethe with a malicious look.

Especially after seeing Goethe's astonishment, that kind of malice became more intense and there was a hint of complacency.

The other party approached step by step, and when he stood in front of Goethe, he said condescendingly——

"Do you think you can escape?"

"However, don't worry, you are still useful, I won't kill you here!"

"so……"

"It will only make you lose your mobility!"

As the other party spoke, he waved his fist and strode over, with a ferocious smile on his face.

But, the next moment——

boom!

The other party's sinister smile also froze on his face.

The other party looked down at Goethe's raised foot.

To be precise, kick the foot in his crotch.

teasing feet!

"Ah... oh oh oh!"

A shrill scream followed, but there was an inexplicable shrillness in the scream.

Goethe withdrew his crotch-kicking kick, and the opponent covered his crotch with both hands. His whole body bowed down, and he was about to stagger back, but the leg that Goethe had just retracted, immediately bent his knees upwards, and pressed against the opponent's chin.

boom!

The head of the opponent holding his crotch was raised high.

Immediately afterwards, he fell limply in front of Goethe.

Without any hesitation, Goethe raised his foot and stepped on it.

The sturdy heels of the leather shoes fell on the opponent's cheeks, head, and neck like raindrops.

Bang, bang, bang!

Click!

After continuous trampling sounds, there was a final crisp sound.

The opponent's neck was broken.

Goethe stopped after confirming that the other party had more air intake and less air output, and had no power to resist at all.

He sat in a chair and looked at the corpse on the ground with a gleam in his eyes.

Just now, in order to deal with the opponent more effectively and safely, he directly chose to use [Blood Honor] to upgrade [Unarmed Combat]!

And the effect?

Even better than expected!

[Unarmed Combat (Beginner) → Unarmed Combat (Adept)]

[Unarmed combat (skilled): With a solid foundation, after experiencing many actual battles, your physique and skills have been further strengthened. In the circle of amateur boxers, you have become among the best; effect: body +0.3 (basic, entry, skilled 0.1), skill + 0.2 (beginner, proficient 0.1)]

...

Looking at the text that was upgraded like a game in front of him, Goethe carefully realized the difference between himself and before.

"It's not an enhancement in one aspect, but an enhancement in all aspects of the body. Strength, speed, reaction, and even vision, smell, and hearing all become stronger in an instant, as well as that kind of skill... It seems that I have practiced hundreds of times. Sub-average."

"Is this the 'body' and 'skill'?"

"That……"

"What is a 'heart'?"

Goethe thought, and looked at the heart that was still 0.

However, soon, his thoughts were pulled back.

Goethe looked down at the corpse on the ground.

The scene just now was indeed a bit beyond his expectation.

According to his guess, it should be quite safe in this official institution that can deal with the 'hidden world'!

However, here unexpectedly appeared the shadow of the 'chaser'.

"The force chasing and killing 'me' is stronger than imagined, and even the official power has been infiltrated."

"However, fortunately, the opponent has only one Anzi. If there are more people, the opponent will never appear alone, nor will he use such a clumsy trick to transfer the guard away."

Goethe is very sure that the so-called "mass shooting on Pinewood Avenue" means that several people fired a few shots into the sky, and then attracted the attention of the police, so that the other party could easily attack.

"Anzi who took a lot of effort to insert!"

"The role of the other party is different from that of 'Friends of Goethe'. They are not cannon fodder, but 'insurance' for solving follow-up problems!"

"Not only has the 'cannon fodder' been arranged, but also the follow-up 'insurance', who did the 'Wayne' family get into?"

Goethe looked at the corpse on the ground and narrowed his eyes.

When he was in his hometown, Goethe had seen more than once a method similar to throwing out the 'cannon fodder' that had been prepared in the final stage of cleaning up, to completely end a matter, and to arrange 'insurance' means just in case.

But those who use these methods are all extremely difficult guys.

Or it can be called a big shot on one side.

And the 'Wayne' family is an ordinary 'country rich man' level, no matter what, it is impossible to mess with that kind of guy.

The doubts in Goethe's heart grew more and more.

He thought and waited.

He believed that those patrolmen who left would not leave for too long.

In fact, it is.

About ten minutes later, dense footsteps sounded in the corridor.

Tread Tread.

After the soles of the leather shoes collided with the concrete floor, there was a unique sound from far to near, and Goethe looked towards the door.

Subsequently,

The former middle-aged patrolman and two guard patrolmen pushed open the door and entered.

Looking at Goethe, who was still firmly chained to the chair, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

But immediately, when the three noticed the corpse on the ground, the breath stuck in their throats.

"Soko!"

One of the patrolmen exclaimed, while the other ran over to check his colleagues on the ground.

After checking his breathing and pulse, the patrolman turned his head and said to the middle-aged patrolman with an ugly face.

"died!"

The middle-aged patrolman immediately aimed his gun at Goethe again, with a ferocious look in his eyes.

The other two patrolmen picked up their batons and surrounded Goethe from left to right.

Facing the siege of the three, Goethe looked towards the door.

Follow behind the three of them. There is one more person.

However, at this time, the other party did not come in, but stood at the door and watched the situation in the room.

It was a tall, middle-aged man with a full beard. His brown hair was curly and messy, his eyes were cloudy, and he smelled of alcohol. Even though he was just standing at the door, Goethe in the interrogation room could clearly smell it. arrive.

Noticing Goethe's scrutiny, the other party first confirmed that Goethe was firmly restrained, and then moved his steps and walked in with a certain tone.

The other party ignored the corpse on the ground, and after raising his hand to let the middle-aged patrolman put down his gun, he introduced himself.

"I'm Sheriff Swart of Roost."

"It's your person in charge of this case!"

"Not the one you turned yourself in to!"

The sheriff drew out his tone, satisfied only when all eyes were on him, and continued—

"I just received an anonymous report letter, saying..."

"You killed your own brother."