The strangulation became the favorite coat of the western cowboys back then, and the magic cloak shrunk into a large red square scarf around the neck, and then Su Ming thought about it, and let the symbiote come up with a 'symbiotic horse', and then stretched out his hand to the side and motioned for him to come up.The orangutan detective shook his head speechlessly as he watched the black mud on Deathknell's body surge and conjure a steed between his legs to lift the man up.But he still stretched out his hand and was grabbed by the mercenary, and then hidden in a trench coat."
We're not sure how far this dream has progressed, and it's definitely not okay to fly to town with great fanfare, so let's ride in and see what happens."
Su Ming explained to him, and then he didn't need any operation, and the strangulation began to run wildly: "Adapt to the situation, and then go and negotiate the conditions with the Holy Killer." ”Curled in Deathbell's arms, his little paws clutching the lining of his coat: "I've never heard of this man, are you sure he can help us deal with the Laughing Bat?"
”"He doesn't exist in the Lord Diversity, but I'm pretty sure his power can be used over there, just like in the case of Zakkang."
The wind whistling in his ears, wrapped in gray gravel, rubbed against Knell's face like sandpaper, and he looked down and explained to the orangutan in his arms.I can't talk about the whole thing in detail.,I can't say that the existence of Zakang、Heaven and Hell、Holy Killer、Endless Family used to be from V Society.,Later, Vertigo Comics was acquired by DC.,The universe settings of the two are combined into one.,Holy Killer can theoretically also exert his strength on Earth 0.。
It's no good to say these things, it will just make the orangutan think wildly, so just save it.Nodding his head from the collar of his coat, he looked ahead and nodded, he seemed to understand: "Oh, it turns out that the Holy Killer's ability can also be used on our side, but you haven't said what he has the ability!"
”Su Ming let out a chuckle, he stuffed the orangutan's head into it, and said: "Immortal and immortal, 100 shots, absolutely killable, infinite bullets, it's easy to remember, right?"
In fact, he doesn't have too many abilities, but as long as he is easy to use, he can eat all over the world with one move, and his opponent will die if he is shot, and the existence itself will be erased. ”"It's a lot less than Superman's ability, but why are you dealing with this kind of monster with me?!"
Hammering Deathbell's chest with a small fist, he hasn't avenged the Night Master, and it would be too tragic if he was erased now: "I'm not afraid, it's that, you know?!"
”Seeing that he was panicked, but he wanted to save face, Su Ming stuffed another bottle of wine to suppress his shock."
Don't worry, you're a talking orangutan, and while the Holy Slayer is a crazy professional killer, he's also subject to more advanced rules, you can't kill friendly pets, you can't kill minors, you can't kill black gays, etc., but the Laughing Bat doesn't touch any of these things" "Uh, it sounds like he's a good guy?
”He looked weird, as if he felt something was wrong."
You've been in the wizarding world for so many years, so you know the difference between good and bad people in this world?"
Su Ming looked at the approaching town in front of him, it was like a gray old western set, many people came and went in the town, a bustling scene of traffic: "It's like everyone is going out, don't explore the chef's character when you go to the restaurant to eat, just do the food well, give money and leave after eating, this is business." ”"You're too realistic, it's so dark."
With a wry smile, he took a sip of the liquor and let out a sigh: "Okay, as long as you can guarantee that I don't become a vegetable." ”For most Americans, and indeed for many people around the world, the Wild West is a place of heroism and mystery.In various literary works, the people here seem to wear wide-brimmed hats, revolvers at their waists, long trench coats and high leather boots with horse stikes, and a colorful and dazzling printed scarf around their necks.They rode fast horses and galloped, their images were powerful and free, they drank in large glasses, and they gulped canned beans, and they were so free.Due to the endless stream of American movies and the rendering of various paperbacks and television programs, people's impressions of the Old West have been filtered, and in fact, the Westward Expansion Movement is full of all kinds of things that are not allowed to be broadcast on television.The nightmare came back in 1880, when the advent of refrigerated train cars gave ranchers the option of slaughtering their animals on the spot and transporting the meat by train to the main markets.In this way, the cowboys who used to herd cattle for a living no longer have to drive their cattle thousands of kilometers to the big cities to slaughter, and at the same time, they have lost their jobs, and the ranchers no longer need them.Unemployed men don't have nothing, they have transportation, fast horses, guns that represent advanced force, and large scarves to cover their faces from the smell and dust, so what to do when they run out of money?
So they became mercenaries or masked bandits.It was now rare to see cattle driven through the town, replaced by people on horseback and carrying guns, escorting blood-dripping wagons into the town and looking for the mayor or sheriff to redeem their rewards.That's right, those wagons were loaded with the scalps of the Indians, and that was money.General Sherman, President Lincoln's famous general, famously said, 'Kill less today, less tomorrow,' urging people to exterminate the Indians as soon as possible, so that the noble whites could occupy better land.The Church at that time also strongly cooperated with this policy, saying that 'it is a God-given right of believers to peel off the pagans'.The official organized hunting squad, which is not considered to be joining the army, is to gather people with combat effectiveness to slaughter Indian villages.You don't even need to bring weapons and horses, food, and a head on your shoulders to do the job, and of course with government stuff, the purchase price is much cheaper, so that each Indian man's scalp can be sold for 60 dollars, and the price of women and children is halved.If you bring your own weapons and dry rations and go out to exterminate the Indians on your own, then the purchase price of a scalp is 250 dollars, which is a big bag of money.Some people may not know what the concept of $250 was in 1880, but as long as you know that a good horse with a full saddle is $100, which is equivalent to a Ferrari or Lamborghini of that era.The Indians had few guns in their hands, and even if they did, they had no bullets, and they had to rely on bows and arrows and axes to resist hyena-like attacks, so the whites only needed a few dozen people to carry guns to easily wipe out a tribe, get hundreds of scalps, and get rich in waves.Many people think of Westerns and always think of things like fast horses robbing trains, robbing banks in towns and the like, but in fact, that is all after the extinction of the Indians in the future.Su Ming rode to the edge of the town on the 'strangled horse', his ordinary cowboy dress was inconspicuous, except that his horse was exceptionally strong and attracted a little curious look.But they mostly glanced at the rest of the way, for the townspeople were cheering for the return of the heroes, and a large carriage covered with canvas and flies buzzing around it, and more than twenty cowboys were triumphantly escorting the carriage into the town.This is the scalp of a cartload of Indians.The townspeople were happy about this, because killing so many Indians would be tantamount to protecting the town, or else they would be worried about the natives stealing their cattle and horses.At the same time, the cowboys will spend their money on the town, not to mention the bartenders and prostitutes directly involved, and even the old man who sells fodder can make a fortune.The girls in the tavern, dressed in low-cut skirts, threw angry kisses at the gunmen on their horses, while the cowboys took off their hats and signaled to the townsfolk with joyful smiles on their faces."
There is a saying that is true, the hero of the other, the enemy of mine, the position is really interesting."
Su Ming touched the head of the orangutan in his arms, scratched his scalp and said, "This is really the golden age of bounty hunters, a little worse than the previous era when the Swiss mercenary group mixed in Europe. ”Shivered, and quickly covered his scalp, although he knew that the new era mercenary of Death Knell was just talking, but he always felt that Tianlinggai was a little cold."
Don't say it, it's too barbaric, aren't you looking for someone?"
Su Ming laughed, he was just teasing the orangutan.While the people were welcoming the return of the 'cash truck', he hid in the alley and let the strangler shrink back, and raised his hand to point to the end of the street: "Isn't that coming?"
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