Chapter 2272: Playing a balloon game

It was a middle-aged man riding a thin horse and slept in the dust.
His hair and beard have not been trimmed for a long time, and his whole person looks dull, but those eyes hidden in the shadow of the brim of his hat often sweep around with the ferocity of looking at prey, just like in a supermarket. Pick the goods.
Su Ming doesn't know what the state of the holy killer is now, is he still intoxicated in the memory of that year? 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 had only the memory of that year, his eyes should be eager now, and he should immediately rush to the drugstore to buy medicine to save his wife and daughter.
But he didn't. There was only one thought in his eyes, and that was killing. He wanted to kill everyone here.
"It seems that we have to come up with a backup plan." Su Ming sighed, put Bobo down, and found a wooden barrel for him to hide in: "The original plan won't work, the holy killer is now dreaming soberly." , His head is full of hatred, and he no longer buys medicine."
In the original history, he felt a little thirsty after buying medicine. He wanted to drink some water and eat something in the bar. As a result, the'heroes' who slaughtered the Indians also celebrated there, describing vividly how they treated the indigenous women first. X later killed him and then scalped and sold money. He felt uncomfortable after hearing this, so he had a conflict and was knocked out, which caused a delay in time.
"What should I do?" Bobo exposed his head from the barrel, holding the lid with both hands.
The death knell drew it in his pocket, then smiled and took out two revolvers, and after playing a spear in his hand, he answered calmly:
"We are in the Old West, so use the Wild West method to solve it. If he wants to kill these people in his memory, then I will kill them all before him."
"It sounds like you are irritating him." Popo tilted his head, and the corners of his mouth were tilted down: "It's like at a circus carnival. Someone picked up an air rifle and was about to hit a balloon, but you didn't say anything. , I stomped all the balloons in the past."
"This is a good analogy, it's almost the same." Su Ming closed the lid and poke a hole in the barrel with his finger so that the orangutan could observe the outside world: "The holy killer is a tool of self-will. Before negotiating terms, I have to prove that I am qualified to talk, right?"
The gorilla's eyes were exposed in the barrel hole, and he made a smacking sound: "Tsk, anyway, be careful, you know that Hallie and I must disassemble the body when collecting the body?"
"Haha, a good joke." Su Ming walked out of the alley with two guns, and let out a gloomy laugh: "A grieving spirit can't kill me in a small area. Just sit firmly in the barrel and wait and see. "
After speaking, he walked to the center of the street and blocked the carriage that transported the scalp.
At this time, all the images on the street could be seen shaking at the same time, and all kinds of weird eyes fell on him.
There was the noon sun above his head, and the shadow in the gray world became very light. An eagle crowing came from somewhere in the distance, and the atmosphere immediately cooled down.
Several cowboys protecting the scalp and carriage came out with their spears loaded, and a man with a mustache and a fierce face shouted:
"Go away! Don't get in the way!"
But the answer to him was a backhand shot, without even aiming, the sound from his mouth was there, and the death knell had locked his forehead.
"boom!"
Although his pistol is also a revolver, the craftsmanship comes from the 21st century, which is completely different from the dream of the 19th century, but this gun is very realistic and beats the head into a rotten watermelon, perfectly restoring the power in reality.
This is very interesting. This memory dream also has the ability to advance with the times and self-calculate. It seems that God and the angel of death can afford the holy killer.
Guan "Chuangshi" only gave a cookie box, and the imprisoned sacred killer also specially created a "high-level dream" for him. This is like a real-time calculation program in a game.
I had a good time playing, after all, the ability of the death knell to play this is like a player.
Although everyone can be regarded as mercenaries, these cowboys can even be said to be seniors, but there is also a gap between ordinary people.
As a gunshot echoed across the street, bullets accurately hit the heroes on the horse. They dropped the dust down like broken sacks, and the residents on both sides of the street also screamed.
"Robbery! Someone robbed!"
"There are gangsters! Everyone take up weapons!"
"God bless us!"
Chaos, disorder, and different people have different behaviors. The residents hid back in the buildings on the street, hiding behind the windows, perhaps peeping and fighting, or quietly aiming.
But it didn't matter to Su Ming, even if the cowboys quickly dispersed and tried to fight back with their guns, their strength was too far apart.
He shook off the magazine, and the orange-yellow hot bullet shell rolled out from it. He casually replaced the bullets under the rain of bullets, and then there were 12 shots that almost didn't need time.
Okay, the target is all dead. The twenty or so fast horses in this dream plus a car scalp, according to the rules of the Old West, belong to him, the last person standing still.
It's just that the death knell is not a real robber, even in his dream he has no hobby of collecting other people's scalp.
He just killed the holy killer's target first, leaving no one to kill.
Now you can see that down and out middle-aged man stopped at the street corner. He sat on the horse with his head tilted and looked at the stranger who suddenly appeared, as if he was incomprehensible.
He has been trapped in this dream for more than a hundred years, repeating endlessly the slaughter of these'exploring heroes', but this time it seems to be completely different~EbookFREE.me~ there has never been an appearance before. cowboy.
Which angel is it in disguise? Or is it a demon? Is it just a prank by God?
he does not know.
The man’s mind was a little dizzy, unable to understand the situation for a while, just watching the stranger take out an apple-sized object from his pocket, throw it into the second floor of the roadside building, and take it one by one in the next second. The body with the shotgun fell into the street in the explosion and flames, emitting the aroma of barbecue.
Is it an outsider? But how did the other party enter the prison of hell?
stay......
However, let's follow the previous steps, first kill all the residents of the town, and then compete with the mysterious people.
He got off his horse and raised his pistol. He saw a resident hiding behind the window. Everyone in this town deserves to die. Why build the town so far away from his home?
In fact, he himself took his wife and daughter into the ravine to escape the world, but can you reason with the paranoia?
"boom!"
But before he could shoot, the mysterious man was faster than him, and the opponent snatched his prey with one shot.
The holy killer frowned. He moved his arm again and aimed at a bar prostitute who was separated from him by a wall, but he could smell the woman's stench, and it was there...
"boom!"
There was another shot on the street, still not shot by the holy killer, and the stranger took the lead again. The opponent shot through two walls with a single shot, and still accurately hit the target using the refraction of the bullet.
The holy killer couldn't help feeling a little headache, and at the same time the long-lost anger also flooded into his heart. The Wild West indeed shoots the guns faster, but where they are aiming, where are they hitting...
Excessive, right?
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