Bang Bang Bang!
Bang bang bang!
The guns were constantly being fired in the streets, and the Holy Killer had opened fire as best he could, but each time he either missed a bullet or hit someone else's corpse.You must know that he is an infinite bullet, and the other party has to change the bullet, but this can't be compared.Monsters?
If the smell is correct, it's just an ordinary person on the other side of the street, when did such a freak come out of the world?
Shoot faster than the Saints, and miss a shot?
The Holy Killer was unwilling, but he had to accept the reality, because the competition between the two went from one street to another, from the horse to the horse, and he didn't grab a single head.The more than 600 people in the town were all killed by the other party, and every time the muzzle of the holy killer was pointed at someone, that person would be robbed.The target was dead, and the dream was about to reset again, but the Holy Slayer stopped the process, and he dismounted in silence and walked slowly towards the other party.The town was quiet, except for tumbleweeds bouncing by, and the midday sun overhead.The saint put away his weapon, his palm pressed to the holster, his face expressionless, but his heart was not at peace."
You're good marksmanship."
The two men approached slowly until they were twenty yards apart.He stopped and shouted at the other party, he hadn't spoken in a long time, and his hoarse voice was like pulling open a worn-out bellows."
You're not bad either."
The mystery man shrugged his shoulders and acted relaxedly, and the two pistols spun in his hands and thudged back into their holsters.The saints shouted again, "Who are you?"
”I saw the other party flirt with the long windbreaker and press the cowboy hat on his head: "Who are you?"
”The mystery man returned the question, his voice full of amusement.But it was such a simple question that almost stumped the Holy Killer, who knew who he was, a killer raised by God and angels, a killer who wanted to take revenge on all evil spirits, a saint among the killers, and a killer who could kill the saints.But just as he was about to blurt out his code name, he stopped, because in the depths of his memory, he remembered that he should have a name, a human name.It's just that this almost endless nightmare and I don't know how much time has passed, so he can't say the name anymore, obviously it's on the side of his mouth, and even his muscles are open according to the previous pronunciation, but he just can't make a sound.He was dazed, panicked, and then furious.God and angels deserve to die, they have allowed themselves to forget the evidence of their former human beings, if they continue like this, will they one day forget their dead wives and daughters?
Forgot the most important thing?
Endless fear overwhelmed his mind, but soon the cold touch of the twin guns turned it into murderous intent, and his anger could only be vented by killing, and if he had the opportunity, he must kill both the angel and the god!
Not only for the revenge of what happened to him, but also for the merciless God who took away his most cherished person."
I'm a Holy Slayer, a bounty hunter, the best gunslinger in Texas."
He could only answer like this, the matter of recalling his name could be put aside first, and the uncertain variable in front of him was still standing there waiting for him.But living in the last century, the simple-minded holy killer can't think of the death knell's routine.Su Ming knew that the fish had taken the bait when he heard his answer, he pressed down on the brim of his hat formed by strangulation, and said in a surprised tone: "Strange, I am the Holy Killer, a bounty hunter, the best gunslinger in Texas, why do you say my lines?"
”"The Killer Saint never thought that this stranger would not only snatch all the targets of his anger, but also his code name and identity?
If you steal your identity today, will you steal your memory tomorrow?
Do you want to snatch away all the dead wives and daughters the day after tomorrow?
Everything must be God's arrangement, a good God!
So, he was afraid, he was angry, and his fingers jumped on the handle of the gun like a piano.As if seeing through his thoughts, the other party also began to move his fingers, snatching what he wanted to say again, only to hear the narrow voice on the other side say: "It seems that our goals are a bit conflicting, so let's use a man's way to resolve the dispute, noon has arrived, life and death are fate." ”"Very good, but I have to control my life and death."
The Holy Killer ripped open the corner of his long trench coat, revealing the holster.Noon is the fairest time for dueling, the sun doesn't tilt in either direction, no one gets their eyes sparkled by the sun, and while some people cheat by sticking mirrors on their boots, the Holy Killer doesn't bother to play those tricks.He's the best gunslinger.The other party is very strong, the gun is as fast as lightning, and the sense of battle is as sharp as a wolf in the wilderness, but he is very sure.Because his gun is different, as long as he shoots, he will definitely hit the target, whether it is a god or a demon, it is a dead end, let alone a mortal?
The English duel is more like aristocratic etiquette, each side will use one of the pistols, and before the duel, there will be a notary to check the guns and bullets, and to sign various documents and leave a suicide note.But the western cowboys don't follow that set, in the wild west, you have a good gun, that's your ability, and no one will have anything to say about winning with weapons.The two came to an intersection with a wide view, and the two trench coat men stood on one side, their hands on their thighs.The air seemed to freeze, and for some reason, suddenly a bucket rolled over and hit the pillar in front of the bar.The Holy Killer glanced and saw a clothed monkey in the barrel, presumably from which circus had escaped.Then he began to concentrate and wait for the town's automatic bell to ring, which was the signal for a duel.The hands moved, closer, closer, and when all the hands coincided, the bronze chronograph did its job."
Bell!
Clang!
The first bell rang almost coincided with the sound of the gun, and just as the barrel was still clutching the lid in a panic, the two dueling men were decided.Unlike past duels, this one where no one fell, who won?
He put his eyes on the hole in the barrel.Then a smile appeared on Mao's face, because he knew that the death knell never disappoints.The Holy Slayer is a powerful gunslinger, a former soldier, a cowboy, and this is true, but how can the speed of the gun be compared to the death knell of a super soldier?
That's a man who can catch the Flash with his bare hands.There is no fastest, only faster, and the moment the saint touches the gun, Deathstroke has already shot and fired, and the weapon of the holy killer is knocked out with one shot.And he didn't just shoot one, it was a salvo of two guns, and the other gun also knocked out the spare gun on the belt on the other side of the saint's body, leaving only a round hole in the trench coat.The two guns landed, and the Holy Killer froze in place, as if he had been subjected to a spiritual shock.Looking at his dejected appearance, Su Ming shook his head and smiled, this is a tactical victory, the Holy Killer lost in a daze, and it was normal for him to be in a daze.He can kill people if he shoots, and he can't shoot the gun when he gets it, so he just needs not to give him a chance to touch the gun.Why provoke the other person?
Why lure the other side into a duel in the west?
Because according to the old tradition, the weapon must be in the holster before the duel!
From drawing the gun to firing, it's all about competition, and this is the complete duel process!
Knell took advantage of his opponent's mindset and took advantage of his hands off the gun, knocking the horrific pair of weapons out of the holster.If the Holy Killer's gun was always in his hand, Su Ming didn't dare to bet on whether the strangulation could withstand the DC law of cause and effect.But if it's faster than drawing a gun, then I've already won the western movie when the Holy Slayer inadvertently fell into the pit, and it's not in vain, right?