Fred wasn't the only one crouching in the corner, there were other hunters.

Dumas, who had a double-barreled shotgun in the violin box, hid in the corner as agreed, and as soon as Fred appeared, he would follow the previous plan and attack him back and forth, leaving him with nowhere to escape.

Both Dumas and Baudelaire were skeptical of Garian's plan, because normal people would leave this kind of thing to the police, and only Galian would think of a way to execute the assassin himself.

Baudelaire also said that this rough style was different from that of the Russians.

Complaining to complaining, Dumas still cheered up and watched the situation on the street vigilantly, tonight's night looked gloomy, and the quiet and unmanned streets were filled with a strange white fog, like the white fog that shrouded this middle-aged and cold city.

It's chilling.

Dumas cocked his collar and stepped out of the dark corner, he didn't want an accident, but even so, he was worried about it. But the more people worry about something, the more likely it is that something will happen.

Just as he was standing alone on the dark and deserted street, waiting for the carriage, a sudden gunshot not far away made him turn around in an instant. Looking at the gunfire coming from afar, he suddenly realized that the incident was not good, and hurriedly opened the box, grabbed the double-barreled shotgun, and rushed towards the direction where the gunshots rang out.

Damn, things have changed!

In front of Garion's carriage stood a man, holding his pistol aloft, the muzzle of which was still emitting white smoke, slowly rising into the dark night sky.

The coachman was too frightened by his crazy actions to move, and Fred snorted coldly and said, "I'm just going to trouble the people in the carriage today, and the unrelated people get out of the way." ”

Hearing this, the panicked coachman hurriedly jumped out of the carriage and ran in the opposite direction in a panic, not even having time to put on his shoes, and ran out barefoot with one foot.

Click.

The heavy sound of the boot stepping on the bluestone brick grew farther and farther until it was gone.

With only the carriage and Fred left, he shouted uncontrollably, "Garion, get out of here." ”

Sitting in the carriage, Balanchi was visibly frightened by the gunshots, and she leaned close to Garion like a frightened fawn. And Garion held her hand, clenched the revolver in his right hand, and did not shoot.

For he only heard Fred's gunshot, but not Dumas's gunshot.

Now that things have changed, there are differences from the original plan, and Garion can only improvise.

He swapped places with Balanchi and pointed his pistol at the door, since Fred was going to kill himself, then he must make sure that it was him and Balanchi who were sitting in the carriage, and the other party thought he was unarmed, so he would definitely open the door with impunity.

The next thing that greeted Fred was surprise.

Sure enough, Fred thinks he has the situation in control, and Garion is hiding in the car, nothing more than a beast in trouble. He slowly opened the carriage, eager to see the panicked expressions of the two inside. However, the first thing that appeared in front of him was a revolver.

The muzzle of the black hole was in front of his eyes, and his opponent's index finger was already on the trigger, and as soon as he moved, Fred's head would burst into a bloody flower.

The muzzle of his gun was also aimed at the carriage, and the man near the door spoke slowly, "Sir Fred, you must not have expected this scene just now, did you?" ”

Fred took a sip, he really didn't expect this scene.

I thought I forced the dog man and woman to kneel and beg for mercy, but it turned out that the other party TM also had a gun!

This scene is so ironic.

"Damn it."

Fred looked at Garion and his wife sitting together, and said with a sneer, "I really didn't expect you to set up a game waiting for me to step in, Lord Garion, and you slut." ”

"Phew."

Seeing the enemy standing in front of him, Balanchi couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, if it wasn't for the gun in the opponent's hand, he would have pounced on it and fought to the death.

His gaze swept fiercely over Balanchi's body, and he cursed, "I didn't plan to go back alive tonight, but I might as well kill you two dogs and men and die a heroic death here." ”

"Maniac."

Balanchi cursed quietly, "You're a complete lunatic. ”

"Yes, I'm crazy, not driven crazy by you! If it weren't for the two of you, I would have ended up where I am now? If you want to die, you will die first! Garion, you ruined my family, separated my wife, and you will go to hell! ”

However, at the end of the day, Fred's greed ruined him, and if he hadn't coveted Garion's possessions, he wouldn't have fallen to where he is now.

The silent Garion considered the situation for a moment, although he and Fred were both aiming their guns at each other, but the situation inside the carriage was complicated, and if he accidentally injured Mrs. Balanchi, the situation would be troublesome.

The most important thing now is to lure him out and create an opportunity for himself to act. Garion hurriedly stopped Balanchi's curses, he stared at the calm madman in front of him, and said word by word, "Let's have a face-to-face duel, Lord Fred." ”

Garion slowly took off his white gloves, threw them in front of the other party, and said, "Fight to the death in a gentleman's duel." ”

"I'd be happy to send you to God in this way, Lord Garion."

Fred smiled wickedly and formally accepted his invitation, then took a step back and withdrew from the carriage, waiting for Garion to step out of the car and have a real gentleman's duel on the street.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the carriage, a gunshot broke the silence of the night.

The crow let out a terrible wail, flapped its wings from the tree, leaped up, and hovered over the street, emitting a terrifying chirp, like Fojin and Fog Ni on the shoulders of the god Odin, watching every move in the street, exuding ominous strangeness.

At this time, the police patrolling nearby also heard the gunshots and hurriedly rushed to the scene of the incident to find out the situation.

Sir Fred heard the sound of gunfire coming from behind, and then a tingling pain spread from his waist and spine to his whole body, and he felt that the whole person was unconscious, and the hand holding the gun was no longer able to lift it anymore, and the whole person fell to the ground in a depraved manner, leaning against the cold bluestone bricks.

Then there was calm.

He couldn't believe it until he died, the guy who was still talking about a fair duel one moment ago, secretly shot cold behind his back the next second.

Dumas, panting, held his shotgun, the muzzle still aimed at the direction in which Sir Fred had fallen, and his hands trembled slightly.

"Finally caught up."

Garion breathed a sigh of relief, having thought that he was really going to duel Fred face-to-face.

Fred fell to the ground, the masonry he was lying on was stained red with blood, the scarlet color seeping into the cracks in the masonry. He coughed incessantly, blood seeping out of his mouth, and Fred raised his hand and pointed his finger at Garion, his eyes full of despair.

"You... Damn it... Trick ......"

Garion shrugged, looked at Sir Fred, who was not staring, and replied calmly, "This is a soldier's tire. ”