Vol 3 Chapter 714: Cowboys at the Emirates Bar

The afternoon sun exudes a sweet scent, which should have been a quiet and lazy day, like the cat on the roof. But the strong alcohol in the bar and the smell of inferior cigars filled the sun's soothing light. A group of men with cowboy hats hanging a revolver around the waist sat inside, each of them wearing a red scarf around his neck ,triangular.
The bar has a very strange name-Chief! From the outside, the Emirates Bar is a bit gloomy, ordinary people will feel cold when approaching here. But those in it will not, because this is their territory.
Not only is the'chief chief' the site of the red gang, the entire city is the site of the red gang. Although the cities in the west are very small, it is still a city, even if it is more like a small town.
Bald Steve Boulder has been in the bar for 10 years and he has been in the city longer than Sergeant Alsena Wenger. Boulder is familiar with every corner of the city, including the Emirates Bar. The bar here used to be very small, called Highbury. Three years ago, everyone abandoned Highbury together and demolished a lot of houses and goods yards before they had this larger ‘chief chief’.
Boulder was busy drinking wine for everyone, and asked the young cowboy in the middle. "Fabregas, you said... Will the men of the gang really come today?"
"Of course they will, unless they don't want our site." Fabregas finished pouring half a glass of wine into his mouth. After the "Goodong", he didn't know what he was drinking and scolded'Schette ! ’He turned his head to look at the two wanted orders on the wall, so Old Boulder looked at it.
The wanted order was posted by the sheriff, and above them were the two most dangerous characters of Mi Gang-Zhuo Yang and Kaka. However, Fabregas's head was also on the Wanted Order of Mi Gang, which was issued by Sheriff Ancelotti there.
"Ah--" Boulder sighed: "If the Dutch kid is there, I heard that the Gang is also wanting him." After he finished, he limped and walked towards the bar.
'Snapped! Snapped! The gunshot suddenly sounded, and when everyone looked at it, Adebayor was blowing the smoke from the muzzle of the pistol. On the wanted order, Zhuo Yang and Kaka had a bullet hole in their eyebrows. The Red Gang people know that Adebayor has always felt that he has better marksmanship than the Dutch kid Van Persie. He thinks he is the first quick shooter of the Red Gang.
A laugh came from the corner of ‘嗤~’, and Adebayor looked over with his eyes. "Song, what the are you laughing at? Oh, by the way, Zhuo Yang is your uncle. You used to be caravans."
"The whole west knows Zhuo Yang is my uncle, and also knows that the red gang was previously robbed by the horse gang, Zhuo Yang's horse gang. If you got some kind, wait for my uncle to come and shoot him again."
"I will, hehehe..."
‘Boom! 'The wooden door of the bar was knocked open with someone's leg, and Old Sergeant Wenger came in, holding a thick piece of paper in his hand, apparently another wanted order. The sheriff walked straight to the wall with the wanted warrant, looked at the new bullet hole with surprise, then turned around and asked the group of cowboys with his eyes. So everyone went to see Adebayor.
"Stupid!" The old sheriff scowled with a sullen expression, and then ignored it. He put the wanted order in his hand on the wall, side by side with the original two, and patted hard to make it stick more firmly. When the Sheriff's body moved away, the cowboy exclaimed: "Oh--"
-Philip Inzaghi!
"It turns out he..."
"Road Nine Killer..."
"He really is eligible for a warrant..."
The old sergeant was very satisfied with the effect he had made. When the cowboys talked and talked, he shot the wooden wall hard and attracted everyone's attention. "Cough", cleared his throat, the sheriff was about to speak. Suddenly, the chaotic sound of horseshoes rumbled from far to near, and in a short time it thundered into the ears of the cowboys like thunder.
After a noisy crowd of horses, ‘Tom! ! The wooden door of the bar was kicked violently, and then a dozen people broke in.
These people are also dressed in cowboy hats, riding boots, leather jackets or jackets. Everyone wears a white scarf around their necks. The three leading people are the three on the wanted order on the wall.
Mi Gang is here!
People from the Red Gang gathered together and occupied the right side of the bar. Of course, they didn't forget the wine glasses in front of them. For cowboys, horses, cigars, beer and guns are equally important. As for women, it is nothing more than a cow in the herd. If you lose the old one, there will be new ones. The gangs who came in also stood behind the leading three, occupying the left side. Zhuo Yang and Fabregas looked at each other across a table.
Compared with three years ago, Zhuo Yang appeared more fierce, and his messy and greasy hair was more disgusting. The heavy husks are like thorns in the wasteland of the suburbs, in the gaps of fat accumulation in the face, the light of evil spirits radiated by a pair of eagle eyes stained with eye is chilling. Zhuo Yang grinned. He laughed more ugly than he cried. Apart from the three golden teeth shining with rich light, the rest of his teeth had been browned by alcohol and cigars.
"Ya, ya, ya~~~" He laughed, like a saw sawing bones.
Old Sergeant Wenger took his hand away from the wall and swallowed hard. "Mi......" The words are not falling~EbookFREE.me~The 9th highway murderer Inzaghi suddenly had a shotgun with a short barrel cut in his hand, and only heard a bang, old policeman The entire face and front chest were smashed into a horse honeycomb.
Blood splattered on the three wanted warrants, and the old sheriff was blasted out, hitting the organ in the corner with a stress of death.
"Fuck!" Boulder in the bar pulled out a pair of tubes from under the table, and just flattened it, before he had time to aim, Mibang Ambrosini hit a small axe in the hand. Whirling, chopping in Boulder's eyebrows, the axe blade was inserted into the skull as small as half a cigar.
‘Tom! "The double-barreled shotgun sounded, and the pointed arched wooden roof was pierced with a large hole, and Boulder fell straight backwards, smashing the wooden frame behind him with cups and plates. The earth shattered from the roof and spilled over the cowboys' heads, shoulders, and wine glasses.
"Yan, Yan, Yan~~~" Zhuo Yang was still laughing.
The atmosphere is very solemn, only Zhuo Yang is still laughing, the laughter is like a saw.
Inzaghi lazily lifted the short tube shotgun with one hand and carried it on his shoulder, but his right index finger did not leave the trigger. With the exception of Zhuo Yang and Fabregas, the hands of all the other cowboys hung naturally or unnaturally next to their guns, the palms were half open, and some people's fingers were still shaking.
Zhuo Yang took a half glass of beer in front of Fabregas with a smile, and drank his head up to go gugugudong, and drank some beer from the corner of his mouth, flowing through the dirty beard, and then to the dirtier scarf and clothes On the front.
Have a clean beer mixed with dust, ‘cough — yuck! ‘Zhuo Yang sipped a thick yellow sputum into the glass and pushed it back to Fabregas.
Fabregas frowned with nausea, swept his glass off the table, and smashed his bones to the ground.
"Yan, Yan, Yan~~~" Zhuo Yang smiled again.