Calamity Crown

The moment he felt the malice, Goethe confirmed the identity of the stalker.

It was the accomplice of the man who suddenly jumped out of the alley before.

After all, Poirot Marple was in Hessetings for the first time.

No enemies.

As for coveting Mr. Marple's wealth?

It's even more nonsense.

Although Goethe made himself appear very generous, but this generosity is within a certain limit and will not be targeted by others.

So Goethe could think of nothing but the man's accomplices.

After that, Goethe's conjecture was confirmed.

In Goethe's vision, the man who was just taken away by the police appeared not far away. The man thought he was hiding, but in Goethe's eyes, he was very clear.

After seeing the man, Goethe didn't hesitate anymore, he raised his hand and patted the carriage.

The carriage stopped immediately.

"Kay?"

Goethe called to his valet.

"Master, what are your orders?"

The servant sitting next to the coachman caught Goethe's shout at the first time, and immediately responded.

"I need you to go to the largest local newspaper as quickly as possible to inform them that there was a shooting here."

Goethe said slowly.

shooting?

Kai was taken aback, but, as a servant, Kai naturally would not question his master.

"Okay, master!"

"I'll do it right away!"

After Kai finished speaking, he jumped out of the carriage and ran in one direction.

Goethe got out of the carriage at this time.

"Stay in the car, don't get out."

Goethe said to the maid.

"well."

The nervous maid nodded again and again, a little unaware of what happened, but the coachman walked up to Goethe at this moment.

"Boss, leave it to me."

"They should be trying to save face, and then want some compensation."

The driver obviously found that something was wrong, and it was obviously not the first time that the other party had encountered a similar thing, and he seemed to be very familiar with handling it.

Goethe waved his hand.

He has his own plans.

The 'wealth column' he understood roughly.

He also had some guesses about the 'fame column'.

There is a good opportunity in front of you.

In this day and age, nothing is easier to gain fame than being in a newspaper!

According to the original plan, Goethe intended to use his status as a writer to "gain fame" by publishing in newspapers.

But doing that would be far less effective than it is now.

Which is more topical, a mediocre writer or a writer involved in a shooting?

The answer is self-evident.

So, he walked straight towards the stalker.

The coachman was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately followed.

As a coachman, although he does not have the duty of a bodyguard, within his ability, he hopes that his employer is safe, otherwise, he will no longer be the best coachman in the 'Simmerke Motors'.

When the stalker saw that he was discovered, he didn't panic in any way, but walked out swaggeringly.

At the same time, four people came out from the side, including the man from before.

A total of five people just stared at Goethe maliciously.

"Hillbilly!"

"You didn't expect us to meet so soon, did you?"

The man who was pointed at by Goethe before shouted at Goethe.

Although Goethe was well-dressed and handsome, while the other was shabby and hideous, but when he opened his mouth, the other had the pride of a native of Hessetings.

Of course, what is more important is that there are many people on one's own side, which brings extraordinary courage to the other party.

"I bailed my brother out for $100!"

"Now, I need you to share some of it!"

"No problem?"

The tallest and strongest of the five looked at Goethe with his shoulders in his arms. After confirming that Goethe was a fair and weak young man who looked exactly like a young master, disdain and more greed appeared in the other's eyes.

"correct!"

"He was also frightened!"

"An additional 100 yuan of spiritual compensation is needed!"

The other party started to sit on the ground and raise the price.

And following such words, the remaining four people took out their daggers in coordination and surrounded Goethe, especially the man before him, shaking the dagger in his hand, as if he was about to stab Goethe in the next moment.

The coachman raised his whip and shouted——

"Get out of here..."

boom!

Suddenly, a gunshot stopped the coachman's shouting.

The coachman looked at Goethe who took out his revolver and shot straight away in surprise.

Then, he looked at the leading man who had been shot in the eyebrow and fell to the ground bleeding, and froze on the spot.

And the leader who fell to the ground had horror and disbelief on his face.

Goethe has a gun, and the other party knows it.

However, the other party did not believe that a young master who looked weak and weak dared to shoot.

Mostly just to scare people.

The other party has a similar experience.

As long as you are serious, those young masters will be so frightened that they will cry bitterly, and even piss their pants, and then they will have whatever they want.

Therefore, the leader did not believe that Goethe would shoot, and neither did the four subordinates.

Especially the man who wanted to kidnap Goethe to escape at the entrance of the alley before, regretting how he was scared by a young master at that time.

Therefore, as soon as he came out, he encouraged his boss to stand up for him.

But he never thought that Goethe actually shot.

The situation in front of me is completely different from what I imagined!

The other party was stunned.

Goethe would not stand still.

Fingers squeezed the trigger again and again.

Bang, bang, bang!

The four people holding the dagger were all shot and fell to the ground.

Moreover, at close range, every shot of Goethe hit the vital point.

In an instant, the five attackers all lost the power to resist.

At this time, the driver's whip fell.

However, it was long gone, the crisp sound of the forceful whipping, only the limp drooping remained.

The coachman stared at Goethe with wide eyes, as if meeting Goethe for the first time.

It was obvious that the coachman was a little frightened.

He never thought that his employer would be so decisive and...

Cruel!

That's right!

It's ruthless!

Once shot, it is merciless!

"Before you said that you had traveled through a large no-man's land, I thought you were bragging, but now it seems that your experience is far richer than what you said!"

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 driver began to think about whether he should give up the title of the best driver of the "Siemerk Motor Company".

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 a 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.

"certainly!"

"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, Hessettine, 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."

"Yeah?"

"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.

threaten!

Threats outright!

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 party?

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 this 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!