I Will Be The Crowned King

"boom!"

Deafening gunshots rang out in the narrow corridor on the second floor. The gangsters who had not recovered their thoughts turned their heads in surprise and watched as a cloud of blood exploded from behind the head of the guy who had just opened the door. Collapsing in the hallway; scarlet plasma and other fluids running on the floor.

Deathly silence lasted for a few seconds, and countless shouts and curses exploded in the corridor.

"There is an ambush!"

"Is it the scum of the guards?!"

"Go on, kill him and avenge his good brother, Little Dick!"

"Yes, let him pay the price!"

What responded to them was the roar of the revolver... The muzzle sticking out from behind the door, the trigger was continuously pulled against the corridor, the pitch-black lead bullets jumped on the wall and pulled out the afterimages that were indistinguishable to the naked eye, the dazzling sparks and The blood plasma flew together, tearing apart the flesh and breaking the bones in the shrill screams.

Amidst the gunshots and screams, the gangsters resolutely abandoned the "good brother" who fell on the ground and kept twitching and spewing blood, and they were scrambling to be the same as they had just shouted.

Anson, who fired the bullet, took out his gun from behind his waist, and at the same time threw the revolver to Sophia, who was covering her ears with a pale face: "You still have bullets on you, fill it up!"

Catching her revolver in a panic, the girl who was scalded by the barrel was busy loading ammunition and asked nervously: "Hey, didn't you just say that there are reinforcements, where is it?!"

"It's almost there!"

Anson answered unhurriedly. He drew his gun with his right hand and aimed at the entrance of the stairs on the second floor and fired a shot. The sparks that exploded on the floor made a guy with an exposed face shrink back again.

Although the Revolver Sixth Company was really cool, Anson was temporarily pulled out by Sophia, and there were not many bullets on his body except in the magazine; before the reinforcements arrived, he had to rely on this inventory to deal with the opposite side for a while.

Sophia, biting her lower lip, hurriedly loaded the revolver with bullets and handed it to Anson without a word, her hands trembling constantly.

"Don't be nervous, it's pointless to be nervous." Looking at the panicked girl, An Sen continued to comfort:

"Don't worry, it's all in my plan..."

"boom!"

Before he finished speaking, a flame of fire exploded on the wall, the splashed lead bullets hit the door like raindrops, and the deafening gunshots exploded from the direction of the entrance of the stairs.

The gangsters started firing.

Trumpets, revolvers, old-fashioned smoothbore guns, sniper rifles… all kinds of old-fashioned, homemade firearms roaring, countless buckshots, pebbles, and gunpowder-crushed **** sprayed down the narrow corridors.

In the thick and choking gunpowder smoke, An Sen, who was standing behind the wall, listened to the seemingly endless gunshots, and even took out his pocket watch to check the time leisurely, but unfortunately he didn't have a cup of hand-ground coffee or rum at hand.

This is also one of the advantages of the conjurer: the excellent sense of distance and judgment makes him very clear that the wall behind him cannot be easily smashed by lead bullets, or the firearms similar to firecrackers in the hands of the gangsters outside the door. At the same time, like a scout hiding in a trench, you don't have to look at it at the risk of being killed by a stray bullet, and you can know how far you are from the enemy by sound.

But in the eyes of the unwitting Sophia, this is a completely different scene:

Anson Bach... This guy doesn't seem to know what fear is at all. Even if he is surrounded by enemies, he can still pretend to be calm in a leisurely manner, and he does not feel a trace of nervousness in him.

This guy, what is he...

Just when the girl was in serious doubts, the sound of carriages galloping and gunshots suddenly came from the old wall street outside the window. The dense gunshots echoed over the street like a sudden torrential rain.

Sophia, who was still very nervous just now, immediately showed a look of surprise. Such a neat row of gunfire is definitely not something that gangsters can do:

"Are reinforcements arriving?!"

"Yes." Anson put away his pocket watch and looked at the girl with a chuckle:

"It's the guards here!"

"Guardians?!"

Joy didn't stay on the girl's face for even a minute, staring at An Sen with a somewhat ugly expression mixed in surprise: "Didn't they search it again, why did they come back?!"

"It's very simple, because I'm here." Anson replied while taking time to fight back at the gang at the other end of the corridor:

"Remember that time outside St Isaac's College?"

"St. Isaac's College... ah!" Sophia suddenly realized.

Because the whereabouts of a certain family is still unknown, Anson Bach has become an important clue in the eyes of the guards; in order to capture him, he even went so crazy that he was ambushed in the church college.

As long as this premise exists, it is not difficult to think of what the top officials of the Guards would think when they searched the newspaper office early in the morning and found that their biggest clue at the moment went to Old Wall Street—even if it was just a misunderstanding, they would not Let go of this one in ten thousand chance.

In order to catch Draco Wilts, this group of people has long been hysterical, and there is nothing strange about mobilizing an entire army for the possibility of 1 in 10,000.

After thinking about all this, Sophia was proud of her cleverness and wit, and then immediately scolded Anson:

"Why didn't you tell me at first that I was being followed by the guards?!"

"I thought you knew that!" Anson looked at her sincerely, reaching out the door with his right hand and fighting back:

"And isn't that just right, if you get rid of them in the first place, there will be no reinforcements - I said, everything is in my plan."

"What kind of plan is this, what clues can be left if the guards search again?!"

"The most important thing now is to survive, and survival is the first priority - you haven't found any clues anyway, haven't you, there is no loss at all!"

"That's because of some **** who messed up my plans, otherwise I'd have found it!"

"With all due respect, dear Miss Sophia, these are just your wishful thinking."

"Can you say that again?!"

While the two were still arguing, the guards outside the newspaper office building had already assembled, and they were lined up in three rows with the sound of hurried bugles.

"Guardians - Xu Jin shoots, move forward!"

No warning~www.wuxiaspot.com~ No threat, the officer wielding a long knife gave an order that symbolized death without warning.

In the thick smoke of gunpowder, the whole row of lead bullets swept across the hall of the newspaper office. The weak firepower of the gangsters was almost wiped out in the first round, and then they were attacked in rounds of salvos. One-sided devastation.

With the rhythmic sound of military boots, the guards, who kept firing in three stages, steadily advanced towards the door of the newspaper office. The gangsters who had no time to dodge or tried to escape fell one by one.

"Have enough complaints, my Miss Sophia."

Hearing the sound of gunshots getting more and more dense downstairs, Anson stood up and returned the revolver to the girl: "Take it and follow us carefully - just like we said at the beginning."

"What are you doing?"

"Of course he ran away!" Anson shrugged and kicked open the door that was torn apart by the buckshot:

"Otherwise, do you want the headline of tomorrow's newspaper to be 'The Archbishop's daughter is caught in the gang, and the enthusiastic guards actively rescue it'?"