Calamity Crown

Panting, Morey wished he was the latter.

But unfortunately, he is the former.

In fact, the simple actions of drawing and holding a gun made Morey feel his eyes darken.

He was already seriously injured, but the blow he had just exhausted had already made him more injured.

Now, he might not even be able to pull the trigger.

Thinking of this, the official person in charge of Chaofan showed a wry smile.

Looking at Goethe, he was even more apologetic.

It really shouldn't be for a promising young man to die here with him.

If he can discover the 'predator squad' of the 'church of flesh and blood' ahead of time.

If he can fight more decisively with the 'Mist Killer'.

in case……

Not so many ifs!

Reality is always cruel!

"Feel sorry."

"It hurts you."

Morey apologized softly.

"unnecessary."

"I was already involved."

"He chose."

As Goethe said, his eyes looked towards the thick fog outside the door.

The turbulent mist is like the tide,

Gray fills the surroundings and wraps the entire house in it.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

The air was filled with invisible pressure, and as the dense fog spread inch by inch, it pressed towards Goethe and Morey.

Such as mountains.

Like an abyss.

'Mist Killer' is quite cautious.

He didn't ignore the situation just because the situation was so good.

This made Goethe's heart sink.

The more cautious the other party is, the more unfavorable it is for him.

Soon, thick fog flooded the corridor and was about to enter the hall.

Standing in the hall, Goethe gently licked his dry lips.

Morey tried his best to stand up straight.

And just when the two sides were on the verge of breaking out, there was a sudden sound of galloping carriages, and three police carriages with lanterns on them, carrying a team of heavily armed patrolmen, came towards Fevry 11.

"Goethe? Goethe?"

"I am coming!"

Swart, in the first carriage, stuck his head out and shouted.

Immediately, the thick fog that was about to rush into the living room retreated directly.

Then, it disappeared.

'The Fog Killer' is gone!

After Goethe and Morey looked at each other, they were relieved.

Both of them have a feeling of survival after disaster.

Undoubtedly, the injury of the 'Mist Killer' was more serious than imagined. Facing him as an 'ordinary person' and the seriously injured Morey hesitated. When another group of ordinary people with weapons appeared, But retreated without hesitation.

thump.

Morey, who was standing upright just now, sat directly on the ground.

The official person in charge of Transcendence has reached his limit.

And Goethe was still standing with his gun.

Even when Swart walked in, Goethe didn't put down his gun.

"Don't shoot, it's me!"

Swart shouted loudly, after seeing that Goethe was unmoved at all, he immediately thought of something.

"Code! By the way, code!"

"Seems to be……"

"Beer, skewers, crayfish!"

The sheriff thought for a moment before blurting out.

"What does crayfish taste like?"

Goethe continued to ask.

Immediately, the sheriff froze.

"You didn't mean anything to me, did you?"

Swart looked at Goethe in a daze.

Then, Goethe put down the gun aimed at Swart, pointed at Morey who was paying attention here, nodded and said: "It's true."

"Nice test."

Morey said so.

On weekdays, he likes to use the 'identification pocket watch', even if there will be some side effects, but it is really convenient.

Now, after seeing Goethe's method, he suddenly thought, is he relying too much on the 'Secret Treasure'?

However, immediately, this complicated and extraordinary official person shook his head.

He is used to this convenience.

It's hard to correct.

Trying to support his body, Morey stood up again.

"Sheriff Swart, thank you for your support."

"I will report your achievements truthfully."

Morey said formally.

After hearing Morey's words, Swart almost jumped up happily.

What is he here for?

Isn't it just for merit?

The achievements reported by a big man like Morey are naturally the most conspicuous.

Swart seemed to have seen himself becoming the director.

However, the sheriff has not forgotten what to do now.

Snapped!

Swart saluted Morey.

"This is what I should do!"

"Do you want me to call a doctor for you?"

asked Swart courteously.

"no need."

"I have potions here."

"Sheriff Swart wants your men to guard here until noon tomorrow."

Morey said so.

Swart immediately saluted again.

"Your command, my mission."

The sheriff carried out Morey's orders meticulously.

Seeing Swarte flattering to the extreme, Goethe didn't have any contempt.

Except for some real 'sages', a person like Swarte who is willing to take advantage and work hard is already quite good.

Most people are people who just take benefits and do nothing.

Or even a liar.

"Do you need help?"

Seeing Morey hugging Mrs. Burns, Goethe immediately asked.

"Need not!"

"You've done enough today!"

"I can handle the rest, you have a good rest!"

Morey shook his head with a smile, rejected Goethe, and walked upstairs with Mrs. Burns in his arms.

Looking at the back of the other party, Goethe had surprise in his eyes.

It was obvious that he could not stand still just now.

But now, with just a little rest, he can hold a person in his arms.

"Is this the Transcendent?"

Goethe sighed again.

Then, the brow furrowed.

He thought of 'Mist in the Fog'!

He was being stalked by this 'superhuman' whose strength was almost as strong as Morey's!

Where is the other party now?

What are you doing again?

Chapter 41 Decisiveness is free!

Songzi Street, No. 07.

The detached villa is quiet at night, even the patrolling policemen will unconsciously lower their footsteps before passing the villa.

Because every patrolman knows that the people who live here are big men they can't afford to mess with.

Therefore, they must maintain due respect.

"Look at them, aren't they ridiculous?"

"It feels like a dog."

Standing in front of the window on the third floor, Skiffins, wearing silk pajamas, looked down at the patrolmen who hurried past the door of his villa, and couldn't help shaking his wine glass and sighing.

The scarlet wine hung on the wall of the glass as it swayed, and then slowly flowed down.