Calamity Crown

Take your time at most.

But, the latter?

As soon as he thought of the shining 'ceremony', Goethe's vigilance rose to the highest level.

Is there anything worse than a hostile person in an unfamiliar environment?

That's these malicious people, and they still have powers that he doesn't understand!

But fortunately, the world in front of me has "order". In the memory of "Goethe", Zhao Wumian is not in the memory of "Goethe", except when the so-called "friend" extended a helping hand at the end. Discover any memories of 'Powers Beyond Mortals'.

In other words, although there is a 'hidden world' in the world in front of you, it is unknown to ordinary people!

Or, to put it another way: the world in front of you has a "hidden world" that ordinary people don't know, but most people can still live and work in peace and contentment, which shows that there should be a corresponding existence in the government and a complete set of handling measures .

With such a guess as a premise, where is it safe?

Without a doubt: the police station!

"In a world with 'mysterious power', the police station should also have corresponding power. Otherwise, the city in front of me would not be so 'quiet'."

"Even if there isn't one within the police department, there must be an organization that keeps it all going."

"And such an organization must be closely related to the police department."

Goethe thought silently.

Then, one question after another popped up in his heart.

As ordinary people, 'Goethe' and his family, why are they targeted by people from this 'hidden world'?

Is it because the family got something important by accident?

Or did you see something you shouldn't have seen?

Thus being involved in this 'hidden world'.

Or is it the so-called 'mad king's bloodline'?

Many doubts did not overwhelm Goethe, and he still maintained a smile, even when he was escorted out of the carriage and into the interrogation room.

The interrogation room in front of him was not big, only a black iron chair, which was an old-fashioned torture chair. Apart from the solid backrest, there were locks on the armrests that could restrain people's hands.

Goethe was still looking at it, but was pushed into the chair by two young and strong patrolmen, and his left and right hands were firmly handcuffed on the armrest of the chair.

"Hold on!"

The middle-aged patrolman shouted.

Then, he ordered his two subordinates.

"Watch him!"

After finishing speaking, he strode out of the interrogation room, and should report to the higher authorities.

boom!

The door of the interrogation room was closed heavily. Goethe glanced at the two patrolmen who were staring at him closely, and then just closed his eyes.

He began to think about the interrogation that might ensue.

But beyond Goethe's expectation, within a minute, the closed door of the interrogation room was opened.

Not the middle-aged policeman who left before, but a young policeman whom Goethe had never seen before.

As soon as the other party opened the door, he glanced at Goethe first, and then hurriedly said——

"Mass shooting on Pinewood Avenue, sheriff has all of us call for reinforcements!"

Chapter 3 Dark Son and Report Letter

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.

Fuck your pussy 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 thousands of times before. Sub-average."

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

"That……"

"What is '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 expectations.

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 start.

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

"The role of the other party is different from that of 'Goethe's friend'. It is not cannon fodder, but an 'insurance' similar to solving follow-up problems!"

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

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, the same is true.

About 10 minutes later, dense footsteps sounded in the corridor.

Tapping.

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.