Calamity Crown

Goethe Winchester's strength was beyond his imagination.

Or……

'Heisa' is stronger than he imagined.

greedy!

Burning greed spread in his heart!

just wait!

'Black Sa' must be mine!

I will definitely be getting the 'Black Sa'!

"Despicable Winchester, just wait for me, I will definitely..."

call!

A scorching cone-shaped flame spurted out from Goethe's palm, directly drowning Machi who was still shouting—at this moment, Goethe was already sure that the other party was the one who was pushed out to test his true strength.

"Investigate why Wharton George came here to rent."

Goethe walked into No. 220 Nanjiao quickly after speaking such words.

Ann took action immediately.

The area affected by the secret technique is only a nearby area. As long as you leave, the mobile phone and walkie-talkie will immediately return to normal.

Just when An quickly sent a text message, Goethe had already picked up the dagger that was stained with [Bloody Honor].

Or a knife.

Unlike the double-sided opening of the dagger, this small knife is single-sided opening. The handle is made of oak, not very fine, but sharp enough.

[A well-maintained dagger: This was once a gift from a young hunter as an adult. He and his father lived in a remote mountainous area, and they still kept the habit of a hundred years ago. Until a sudden earthquake, the young hunter discovered a laboratory. He didn't think too much about it, he just took some of the things that seemed useful to supplement his family, but the things that spread out were noticed by Maggie. He came after the traces, killed the hunters and his son, and occupied the The laboratory, and firmly believed that he had been swept away by fate, and that he deserved more, so he chose to come to Star City, accumulated strength bit by bit, and took advantage of the trend to kill the tenant with the surname George—— Markey stubbornly believed that George was the culprit for the failure of the Boer War]

[Get bloody honor x2]

……

"Did the descendants of the 'Mad King' choose an ordinary life, but still inevitably suffer from bad luck?"

"It's kind of a curse."

"What the hell did this 'Mad King' do to a witch?"

Looking at those words, Goethe couldn't help thinking.

'Mad King' is very unreliable.

At least in the 'Secret Realm World', most of the time, they choose to let themselves go.

However, being a descendant of the 'Mad King' is even worse.

Whether you work hard or idle, you will encounter misfortune.

Even living a simple life is the same.

If these descendants of the 'mad king' knew what would happen to them, they must be quite desperate.

With such an exclamation, Goethe began to search for No. 220 in the southern suburbs.

Soon, a note caught his attention.

After checking, Goethe opened the notes.

Familiar words and recording methods.

Is the 'oak sect'.

Or 'Celtic Blood Sacrifice'.

However, unlike the 'Celtic Blood Sacrifice.Wolf', 'Celtic Blood Sacrifice.Vine', and 'Celtic Blood Sacrifice.Flame' he got before, this book does not have a special faction, but is similar to breeding manual.

By adjusting the feed, the relationship with the feeding animals is shortened.

So as to finally achieve the purpose of dominating animals.

The less intelligent an animal is, the easier it is to be dominated, especially the offspring of a dominated animal will be more obedient.

"No wonder the mouse was chosen."

Goethe was taken aback.

Afterwards, he gave a pertinent comment on the notes in his hand——

Useful or useless.

The breeding process is too long.

And he really didn't have time.

But as a trophy, it's not bad.

Goethe liked this kind of intellectual stuff.

But now he didn't have time to read it, so he closed the notebook and put it in his schoolbag.

Then, he looked outside No. 220 in the southern suburbs.

Ann has returned.

However, at this moment, An's face was puzzled, and his eyes were still full of doubts.

As for the source of doubt?

Naturally, it was the black suits behind the policewoman.

These people were tall and burly people wearing sunglasses, with stiff faces, walking with a straight line, and the distance of each step was the same. They looked like robots. When one of them approached No. 220 in the southern suburbs, he waved his hand directly.

"Block the scene."

Saying such words, the other party went straight to Goethe.

"Mr Goethe Winchester?"

The other party called him Mr. and still maintained his respect.

But Goethe could tell that the other party was not used to doing this.

The other party should be the kind of person who habitually obeys orders, not the person who comes to greet him.

Coupled with the stern action just now, Goethe would have thought he had encountered a soldier if he didn't have that 'blood and fire' aura on his body.

After a long training.

But are there no real combat 'recruiters'?

Goethe guessed, then nodded.

"it's me."

"Hello, Mr. Winchester, I'm Cole from the 'Unusual Affairs Investigation Bureau'-we belong to the 'Western FBI', which was established half a year ago, and is an organization you may not have heard of."

"But we have the same law enforcement powers as 'Western FBI' detectives."

The other party remained polite and respectful, and introduced his background.

Goethe looked at Ann.

Ann nodded, indicating that Cole was not lying.

"Are you looking for me?"

Goethe asked the other party why he came.

"It's our chief who wants to see you—he has something he wants to ask you, and he asked me to make an appointment with you at a time you think is suitable, and he will visit you in person."

Cole became more polite.

This man, who looked to be around 30 years old but started to go bald, was sweating on his forehead at this time.

He's really not very good at this kind of flattering conversation.

He is more used to drawing a gun to solve problems.

Simply neat.

But he had to obey the director's order.

For this reason, when he came, he recited his speech several times.

But even so, he still kind of forgot.

As a last resort, Cole glanced down at the palm of his hand—here, he recorded what he said afterwards.

He only needs to look at it to recall what to say next.

He is very confident in his memory.

But what Cole didn't expect was that he was too nervous, his palms were full of sweat, and the words written by the pen had already blurred into a lake.

"Then, then..."

Cole couldn't help stuttering.

He didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, at this time, his phone rang.

Cole heaved a sigh of relief, and cast an apologetic look at Goethe.

"I'll go take a call."

As he said that, the member of the 'Anomalous Affairs Investigation Bureau' ran aside as if he had received an amnesty, but the other party who had just picked up the phone let out an uncontrollable exclamation——

"What? The director is dead?"

"The murderer is Goethe Winchester?!"

Chapter 123 Ann who loves to watch dancing!

In front of Gate 220 in the southern suburbs of Star City, there was blood and silence.

Any speech sounds become clearly audible.

Not to mention Cole's deliberately raised voice.

Ann, who was standing aside, could hear clearly.

This female policewoman who has performed many special missions and has a special identity, instinctively grasped the handle of the gun, and her slightly narrowed eyes were even more flickering with a hint of coldness.

The situation in front of her made her feel familiar.

The familiarity that made her most uneasy and angry.

Because that's how her former comrade-in-arms 'ghost' disappeared.

And now Goethe...

call!

An took a deep breath. The instinct of the battlefield made this policewoman with a special status take a step back and found the best shooting point.

She strives to occupy the best firepower point at the first time, and guarantees a one-hit kill,

Some things, once is enough.

Just when Ann had figured out how to kill these guys in front of her and reduce the subsequent impact to a negligible level, Goethe smiled and waved at her.

Ann looked at Goethe in surprise, but lowered his gun.

She chooses to trust her teammates.

It was before.

Now too.

Goethe looked at the apparently bewildered Cole.

He looked at those black suits that were worse than Cole.

When Mingming appeared, he was still very aura.