Chapter 2274: The loser does not eat the dust

The wind passing between the small towns is a bit noisy, maybe the sandstorm is coming, and the sky is gradually darkening.
"you lose."
The two spears in the death knell turned twice, and then inserted them back into the holster. The mercenary went straight to the killer saint, not worried that the other party would bend over to pick up the gun.
The victory or defeat is so obvious, the holy killer is a cold-blooded killer, but he also has a face, and it is not his character to count others after the victory or defeat.
Even in the past, in the process of killing people, he had no experience of shooting black shots behind others. He would only approach the target step by step, and then shoot the prey face-to-face, and even often asked others what his last words were.
This is the strength of the Wild West.
The saint's hands dropped, and he raised his head to look at the gray sky, and sighed for a long time, like sorrow and relief.
"I lost."
"My name is death knell. The so-called robbing of the name is just a joke, and it does not mean that God will eliminate you." Su Ming picked up the double guns on the ground and turned them over and placed the handles in front of the holy killer: "I am To negotiate terms, I need you to kill someone for me."
The wrinkled face of the holy killer turned to the death knell, and a trace of clarity flashed in his weather-beaten eyes.
He did not refuse, did not agree, or even took the gun. He just shook his head and said, "This is hell, it is a nightmare. I don't know how you got in, but I can't get out. Without the permission of angels or God, I'm out. Not going."
"Relax, I'm ready for an angel. Although it's a junior salesman, the kind without wings, but it's also an angel." Su Ming put the mortal revolver back into the holy killer's holster and patted his arm. The one-eyed face leaned close to his ear and whispered: "Do you want to kill God? Do you want to resurrect your wife and daughter? I can help you realize your wish..."
The holy killer's body stiffened, and when he looked at the young people around him, he looked like a lunatic. Does the other party really know what he is talking about?
"God can really kill? But he can't..."
"Hey, the normal process is not to shoot first, and then see if he is killed. If you have not beaten God, how do you know if he will die?" Su Ming replied easily, and tempted again: "You hate him right Right? Think about your wives and daughters, think about their faces, think about your home, he took everything from you."
The holy killer was silent for a long time. He invited the death knell to the bar beside the street, and from the bar, he turned out two glasses to pour the wine.
The bodies of the targets in the previous tavern had disappeared. They were refreshed by this dream, just like a video game. The bar was empty, only the fan on the ceiling was still spinning slowly.
Su Ming took a sip of the drink, and he could actually taste the taste. Although the taste was poor, it was really a whiskey spirit.
The holy killer drank one cup after another, and he kept thinking in silence, maybe he wanted a moment of peace from alcohol, maybe he was reminiscing about the past.
Anyway, when Bobo spookyly probed the door, he finally nodded.
He said: "I can kill for you, but I need you to prove something."
After the death knell drank the wine in the glass, he slapped the carved glass on the counter: "This is easy to handle. I will take you to kill God first. This will be treated as an advance payment. When you help me kill my target, I will help you resurrect your wife and daughter again, and make a deal?"
"Deal. Angels have always said that the pleasure of killing is my reward. This is the first time I have seen such a generous deal."
The holy killer was expressionless, but his rough palm was already held together with the death knell's hand.
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There were thin angels who acted as the leading party, and nothing happened to the separation of several people from the underworld. I don't know how Xiaopang led away the angel of death. Anyway, things were simpler without the guards.
The holy killer didn't care about Popo and Hallie's walk. In his eyes, ordinary people were like nonexistent. Even the most annoying angel walks, he just glanced at the thin man gloomily and didn't say much.
Everyone returned to the small town of Anvil again, where the fat angel was walking around anxiously, seeing his friend return smoothly, he hugged him tightly.
"Great, everything is going well. I called the Angel of Death anonymously and told the Angel of Death that his wife had an affair with Seraph while he was at work, and asked him to go home and have a look. I didn’t expect my nonsense to be true, he Some will be busy for a while."
The fat man still looked like that poker face, and his voice was also the unified template of an angel, but he seemed to have some emotional fluctuations, at least he was a little proud of it.
The thin man laughed more and more naturally, and he patted his partner comfortably: "This way we will postpone the time of exposure a lot. It's just that you have committed a crime of deception.
"It doesn't matter anymore. We have reached this point. We can only continue to walk down." The fat angel glanced at the death knell with some fear. Although this mortal was wearing ordinary clothes instead of armor at this time, everything that happened last night was true. It's too terrible~EbookFREE.me~ has left an indelible shadow on his young mind.
The holy killer didn't say a word since he entered the motel. He stared at the cartoon on the TV and watched endlessly. At this time, he finally spoke:
"It turns out that angels can also betray God? I haven't thought about this before. I like them a little bit."
Su Ming laughed, shook his head and whispered back: "For the time being, I can't talk about betraying God, but I think my arrangement for them should be better than God's arrangement."
Hallie was holding Bobo on the side, and she asked the orangutan smoothly: "Next, you say you want to find God? How?"
"The key is still with the guy who created the world." Su Ming looked at the two fat and thin people not far away, and walked over. He interrupted the communication between the two angels and said with a smile: "Very good, you guys. I have completed my request and done a good job. I promised you to help you find the creation before. Let’s act now."
The thin man froze for a moment. He thought that his brothers were useless for the death knell, and he was panicked just now.
Didn't expect the extra promise last night to be valid?
He smiled again and lowered his head humbly: "What should we do? There is a vampire stronger than us in the church. The creation and lodgement in Father Jesse's body do not seem to leave."
"Cassidy is a good blood. I had a great conversation with him last night. Your previous method of reclaiming the creation choice was wrong, and things are actually quite easy."
While the death knell was talking, all his clothes and skin and flesh were twisted, and he soon turned into a pale youth. He took out a black umbrella from his pocket to cover the sun:
"Harry, Bobo, you watch the cartoon with the holy killer in the hotel for a while, and we will be back soon."
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