Calamity Crown

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The coachman smiled wryly.

"I'm just afraid of trouble."

Goethe replied.

So, just deal with the person who caused trouble for himself?

The coachman thought silently in his heart.

Then, the coachman began to think about whether he should give up the title of the best coachman of 'Siemerke'.

He always felt that the employer in front of him was too dangerous.

If one is not good, you will die.

But, ultimately reluctant.

The difference between the wages of the best coachman and the wages of ordinary coachmen is more than double.

He has to support his family!

Thinking of this, the coachman quietly stood beside Goethe.

But Goethe looked at the intersection.

A group of black uniforms ran quickly.

Among them, one is still an acquaintance.

The police appeared faster than expected, which made Goethe frown secretly, and he had a little bad guess.

The policeman who had arrested the man who had been turned into a corpse at his feet.

After seeing the five corpses on the ground, the other party immediately ordered everyone to point their guns at Goethe.

"I am the victim!"

Goethe glanced at the policemen who raised guns at him, and then emphasized to the leading policeman who had met once.

With a cold face, the other party pointed to the five corpses on the ground.

"victim?"

"Victims should not stand!"

The other party sneered.

"Of course!"

"They blackmailed me and took out weapons, so I fought back!"

"Shouldn't I fight back?"

Goethe threw up his hands.

Immediately, Goethe saw the anger flashing in the opponent's eyes.

As if the authority had been challenged, the other party growled.

"As I said, Hestings, a revolver needs a certificate of ownership!"

"I have!"

"Just finished!"

Goethe took out the gun certificate, looked at the other party with a smile, then pointed to the surroundings, and continued: "Moreover, I have at least ten witnesses to prove that I was forced to shoot."

"is it?"

"What can they prove?"

"If you can prove it, I'll tell you!"

With a cold face, the other party approached Goethe, and spoke word by word in a voice that only two people could hear.

Threat!

Outright Threats!

Goethe looked at each other with a slightly cold smile.

If at the beginning, Goethe just had a dislike for the other party, at this time, he was quite disgusted. Still doing this, this is something that Swarte will not do.

Swarte will always do things to stay on the line.

And the other side?

Not only did it not, but it was aggressive.

Perhaps the other party has become accustomed to this kind of thing.

Just like the current threat.

However, Goethe would not let such a threat happen.

He replied with the same low voice.

"The way you handled it really opened my eyes!"

"Believe me!"

"You'll get a reputation for the way you handle it in no time!"

After speaking, Goethe looked to the side.

There, his valet was returning with the reporter.

The other party also saw it.

"Is this how you handle it?"

"too naive!"

"Just wait, this is just the beginning, I will make you sleepless in the days to come, until you get out of Hestings..."

"Hillbilly!"

The other party sneered, elongated his tone, and the sarcasm in his eyes became more intense.

"of course not!"

The words of the other party immediately made Goethe completely give up the engraving of Luster.

As he guessed, the other party did it on purpose!

Moreover, the other party intends to continue!

In that case...

Goethe lowered his head suddenly, pursed his lips into a smile, shook his palm, and the dagger hidden in his sleeve fell into his hand.

But Goethe didn't stab the opponent, but stuffed the dagger into the opponent's hand, and when the opponent didn't react, he held the opponent's hand and stabbed himself in the lower abdomen.

puff!

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Goethe, clutching his belly, staggered back, raised his head and stared at the policeman holding a dagger in shock.

"you?!"

Goethe pointed at the other party with a trembling voice.

"not me!"

The policeman with the dagger said loudly.

The sudden scene shocked everyone.

Even the reporters who arrived were a little overwhelmed.

"He's dirty..."

boom!

The policeman with the dagger spoke loudly, but was interrupted by gunshots before he could finish speaking.

The bullet struck between the eyebrows.

The opponent fell to the ground and couldn't afford it.

Looking at the other party's body, Goethe said silently in his heart.

"That's how I handle it."

Then Goethe shouted.

"Kay? Rick?"

The servant and the coachman came back to their senses immediately, the former ran over to help Goethe, and the latter ran to the carriage - the so-called best carriage naturally had a medical kit.

At this time, those reporters also flocked to the scene.

Their faces were flushed with excitement, and they surrounded Goethe in the middle.

"Hello, sir, what just happened?"

"Sir, can you answer a question for me?"

"Sir, why did that officer hurt you?"

……

Facing a series of questions, Goethe did not show any impatience. He is now Poirot Marple, and Goethe, who remembered his identity, showed a weak smile.

"I would love to answer everyone's questions, but I think I'd better stop the bleeding and bandage."

"Don't worry, I'm just going back to the carriage to bandage up. After that, I will give everyone enough time for interviews."

"Now, you can ask the people around you who witnessed the whole process of the incident."

Faced with Goethe's reasonable request, the reporters immediately moved out of the way.

After watching Goethe return to the carriage, the reporters immediately started interviewing passers-by.

And those passers-by who were too frightened to show their anger before turned into messengers of justice one after another, and began to reprimand those thugs and useless policemen loudly.

Each one is so righteous indignation.

Each one is so genuine.

Goethe could hear clearly in the carriage.

And that's exactly what he wanted.

Then, he began to take off his coat and shirt, preparing to bandage the wound.

The maid Maria sitting opposite saw the wound on Goethe's lower abdomen, and she was so frightened that tears rolled in her eyes.

However, he still reached out to help Goethe bandage.

"I, I learned to bandage."

"No, thank you."

"It's okay, it just looks serious."

Goethe smiled and refused.

This is true, he has controlled his strength very well.