It was a middle-aged man riding a thin horse.His hair and beard hadn't been trimmed for an unknown amount of time, and his whole body looked dull, but the eyes hidden in the shadow of the brim of his hat swept around from time to time with the ferocity of looking at his prey, like picking up goods in a supermarket.Su Ming didn't know what the Holy Killer's current state was, was he still intoxicated with the memories of the past?
Or do you already know that you are in a dream of reincarnation?
But when he saw that look, the mercenary understood.If the Holy Killer only had memories of the past, then his eyes should be eager now, and he should immediately rush to the pharmacy to buy medicine and go back to save his wife and daughter.But he didn't, there was only one thought in his eyes, and that was to kill, and he wanted to kill everyone here."
Looks like we're going to have to come up with a backup plan."
Su Ming sighed, put it down, and found a wooden barrel for him to hide in: "The original plan didn't work, the Holy Killer is now 'dreaming soberly', his mind is full of hatred, and he won't buy medicine anymore." ”Originally, after buying medicine, he felt a little thirsty and went to the bar to drink some water and eat something, but because the 'heroes' who slaughtered the Indians were also there to celebrate, describing how they killed the indigenous women first and then then scalped them for money, he felt uncomfortable after listening to it, so he had a conflict and was knocked unconscious, resulting in a delay."
What then?"
A head peeks out of the barrel and holds the lid in both hands.Deathstroke dug into his pocket, then smiled and took out two revolvers, and replied indifferently after playing with a gun in his hand: "We are in the old West, then use the Wild West method to solve it, he wants to kill these people in his memory, then I will kill them all before him." ”"It sounds like you're provoking him."
Tilting his head, the corners of his two mouths skimmed down: "It's like at a circus carnival, someone picked up an air gun and was about to shoot balloons, but you didn't say a word, and you stepped on all the balloons in the past." ”"That's a good analogy, it's pretty much the same."
Su Ming closed the lid for him, and poked a hole directly in the barrel with his finger so that the orangutan could observe the outside world: "The Holy Killer is a tool with self-will, and I have to prove that I have the qualifications to talk before talking about the conditions, right?"
”The hole in the barrel revealed the eyes of the orangutan, and he smacked his lips, "Tsk, be careful, you know that Harley and I have to break down the corpses when we collect them, right?"
”"Hehe, nice joke."
Su Ming walked out of the alley with two guns and let out an eerie laugh: "A mere resentful spirit can't kill me, so you can sit firmly in the bucket and wait and see." ”With that, he walked to the center of the street, blocking the carriage that was transporting the scalps.At this time, all the images on the street could be seen shaking at the same time, and all kinds of strange eyes fell on him.Overhead, the midday sun was overhead, and the shadows in the gray world became very faint, and the atmosphere suddenly cooled down when an eagle's cry was heard in the distance.Several of the cowboys protecting the scalp carriage slapped their horses out, their spears loaded, and a man with a mustache and a fierce face shouted, "Get out!"
Get out of the way!
”But in response was a backhand shot, and without even having to aim, from the mouth where he made the sound, the death knell had already locked on the door of his head."
Bang!"
Although his pistol is also a revolver, the craftsmanship is from the 21st century, which is completely different from the dream of the 19th century, but this gun is very realistic and beats the human head into a rotten watermelon, which perfectly restores the power in reality.It's interesting.,This memory dream also has the ability to keep pace with the times and self-calculate.,It seems that God and the Angel of Death have a lot of money for the Holy Killer.。
Guan 'Genesis' only gave him a cookie box, and the prisoner of the Holy Killer also created a 'high-level dream' for him, which is quite like the game's real-time algorithm.It's fun to play on your own, after all, Deathbell's ability to play this is like an open player.Although everyone can be regarded as mercenaries, and these cowboys can even be said to be old-timers, there is also a gap between ordinary people.As gunshots echoed through the streets, bullets hit the heroes on their horses with precision, falling into the dust like broken sacks, and the inhabitants on both sides of the street screamed."
Robbery!
Someone robbed!
”"There are gangsters!
Everyone, take up arms!
”"God bless us!"
Chaotic, chaotic, different people behaving differently, the residents hid back in the buildings on the side of the street, hiding behind windows, maybe peeping at the battle, maybe quietly aiming.But this didn't matter to Su Ming, even if the cowboys quickly dispersed and tried to return fire with the guns in their hands, their strength was too far behind.Flipping off the magazine, the orange-yellow hot shells rolled out of it, and he leisurely replaced the bullets in the rain of bullets, followed by 12 gunshots that barely had time to aim.Okay, the target is all dead, and the twenty or so fast horses and a cart of scalps in this dream belong to him, the last person standing, according to the rules of the Old West.It's just that Deathstroke is not really a robber, and even in his dreams he doesn't have a hobby of collecting other people's scalps.He just preemptively killed the target of the Holy Slayer, so that the other party had no one to kill.Now you can see that the down-and-down middle-aged man has stopped at the corner of the street, and he is sitting on his horse with his head tilted, looking at the stranger who suddenly appeared, as if he was puzzled.He had been trapped in this dream for more than a hundred years, endlessly repeating the slaughter of these 'pioneering heroes', but this time it seemed to be completely different, and a cowboy had emerged that had never been seen before.Which angel's disguise?
Or is it a demon?
Or is it God's prank?
He didn't know.The man's mind was a little dazed, and he couldn't understand the situation for a while, but he just watched the stranger take out an apple-sized object from his pocket and throw it into the second floor of the roadside building, and the next second a corpse with a shotgun fell into the street in the explosion and flames, emitting the aroma of roasted meat.Is it an outsider?
But how did the other party end up in the prison of hell?
If you can't stay, let's follow the previous steps, kill all the townspeople first, and then fight the mysterious man.He rolled over and dismounted, raised his pistol, and saw a resident hiding behind a window, and the town was damned, why should he build the town so far from his house?
In fact, he himself took his wife and daughter to drill the ravine in order to escape the world, but can you reason with paranoia?"
Bang!"
But before he could shoot, the mysterious man was faster than him, and the other party snatched his prey with one shot.The Holy Slayer frowned, he moved his arm again, aiming at a bar prostitute, who was separated from him by a wall, but he could smell the woman's stench, and there it was, "Bang!"
”Another gunshot rang out on the street, and it was still not the Holy Killer's shot, and the stranger took the lead again.The opponent shot through two walls with one shot, and still hit the target accurately with the refraction of the bullet.The Holy Killer couldn't help but feel a little headache, and at the same time, the anger that had not been seen for a long time also surged into his heart, the Wild West is indeed whoever shoots faster and who is bull beer, but where he aims, where does the other party fight too much?