Vol 3 Chapter 715: Gang Gang and Red Gang

In the bar, the cowboys of the rice gang and the red gang will fight at any time. This is a world of bullets. Everyone wakes up in the morning and can't be sure whether this is the last sunrise they see.
The death of the old sheriff Wenger and the bald bartender Boulder alarmed the residents of the town, and the men and women walked out of the house and surrounded the Chiefs Bar far away. The duels of the cowboys are their favorite entertainment.
Flamini of the Mi Gang used to be a member of the Red Gang. He felt that it might be possible to negotiate and let the Red Gang take the initiative to retreat without using the dead body. Flamini straightened himself from the stool in the back and nodded toward the gang leader Fabregas: "If..."
‘Boom! "A muffled noise."
Nasri lightning shot, Colt M1873 revolver's bullet penetrated Flamini's neck, he stepped back two steps and fell down, the people next to him quickly flashed open. Flamini lay on the cold ground, with a large, fuzzy hole in his neck.
Zhuo Yang, the leader of the rice gang, did not return his head. He raised his eyelids and looked at Nasri. ‘吭~吭~吭...’ smiled awkwardly. Nasri challenged Colt M1873 on his right thumb in a provocative manner. Colt M1873 is the most commonly used runner for the cowboys. They called him the'Peace Messenger'. Because without a gun, there would be no peace.
The atmosphere in the Emirates Bar has solidified, even though every cowboy here has been through a hundred battles, he is still suppressed by the air so that he can hardly breathe.
Song stood up from behind Fabregas, and he hoped to persuade the rice gang to go back like this, because Song was very close to Zhuo Yang when he was in the caravan, which was the most glorious era of the caravan.
"uncle……"
‘Boom! ’
Standing on the left side of Zhuo Yang, Kaka's double guns were unsheathed, and two 11.17mm Remington suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand. Kaka's right pistol shattered Song's half of his face, and blood and brain plasma splashed many people.
‘Wow! ’The cowboys all took out their runners, and their postures were different in different models. Some straightened their arms straight, this is a habit that they developed after returning from the army in the south; some supported the gunman with the other hand, which was taught by the old sheriff Wenger; Others put the other hand on the side, they used to prefer a dagger.
Zhuo Yang and Fabregas raised their hands at the same time to prevent the bullets from both sides from pouring out. The bar was frozen again, and only the two guns in Kaka's hands were spinning fast, like a of death playing a sickle.
"Come on the old rules." Fabregas said.
Zhuo Yang smiled and nodded, and the two leaders raised their hands to the back at the same time. So, all the cowboys put their guns on the table in front of them, Zhuo Yang and Fabregas also pulled out the Colt Rattlesnake from the leg sleeves. Zhuo Yang’s wooden handle was dark red, Fabrega Si is golden.
"Then start." He said again.
Adebayor couldn't wait to stand up: "Zhuo Yang, I'm going to challenge you."
Zhuo Yang didn't look at him with a grin, but just scratched his finger behind him, and Nesta took over Adebayor's duel challenge. "I will accompany you, let's have fun."
Nesta and the unwilling Adebayor took their guns and walked out of the wooden door of the bar. In a few moments, two clear gunshots came from outside, accompanied by applause. After a while, Nesta pushed the door back to the bar. He went straight to the bar and reached for the two bottles of brandy. The wheel of the electroplated barrel with walnut handle was inserted in his leg sleeve. The muzzle seemed to be still taking off. Smoking.
Nesta put a bottle of brandy on Zhuo Yang's table, carried the other bottle back to his previous position, and raised his head to drink.
Zhuo Yang and Fabregas hooked up behind him again. Dida and Amunia came out at the same time. The two looked at each other, and then took out their guns and walked out of the bar without expression.
"Bang Bang", after two very short gunshots sounded, men and women watching from outside shouted, "Both are dead, both are dead..."
Half a glass of wine passed, and no one came in from the door.
Nasri took the gun and walked to the middle of the room. He looked at Kaka provocatively, but Louis, whose hair became a bird's nest, pushed open the wooden door and went out. Kaka narrowed his eyes and said to Nasri: "Go, I will play with you if I can come alive."
Uneasy, Nasri had to follow Louis and went out. After a while, two more gunshots came.
Louis limped back to the bar, and the blood on his legs poured into his riding boots and ran to the ground, drawing a long blood stain on the ground. Zhuo Yang handed the wine bottle to him, and Louis pours out two big sips, then puts the bottle back and returns.
Beckham picked up ‘law enforcer 1919’ and pointed at Walcott with a gun:
Boy, come with me.

Walcott was reluctant when he went out. He was a new cowboy, but Beckham had killed many people and visited many places.
This time there were four gunshots, Zhuo Yang and Fabregas could hear them, three of them came from Wissen M-10, not 1919, which is the usual law enforcer of Beckham.
Walcott walked in with no damage and walked in. He had a brisk escape and confidence. "Not dead, I hit his right arm and waist, I shouldn't be dead."
Zhuo Yang squinted at Walcott, and he was a little surprised at the kid's speed of making up the gun. Inzaghi said, "Would you like to try again with me?" He said he was going out. He didn't take the short-barrel shotgun just now, but another, very old bulldog runner.
"Mr. Inzaghi, you must follow the rules." Fabregas said: "Colo, you go."
Kolo Touré responded, and he deliberately hit Inzaghi's shoulder as he went out.
After a while, there was a shout outside: "All are dead, and all are dead, the next pair..."
After Bentner and Carraze died one more time, Fabregas prevented Silvester from challenging Jankulovsky. He said to Zhuo Yang: "Roulette!"
"Okay." This was Zhuo Yang's first speech after he entered the bar. His voice was like a soul from hell.
"you and me."
"Okay."
Fabregas picked up his golden rattlesnake, lifted the runner and pressed one of the bullet compartments with his thumb, flipped his wrist, five 15mm caliber bullets fell on the table, and the only deadly one was left in the gun. .
After Zhuo Yang took a look at ~EbookFREE.me~ Fabregas swiped the runner from the left back, and then quickly merged into the snatch. Fabregas did not hesitate to aim at his temple and pulled the trigger. After the sound of the ‘bar’ shot, the gang members all breathed out.
Fabregas pushed the life-raising rattlesnake to Zhuo Yang.
‘吭~吭~吭...’ His laughter was really unpleasant. Zhuo Yang didn't hurry to pick up this roulette wheel of gambling, his right hand reached into the dirty leather coat, took out a brown cigar and handed it to Fabregas.
Westerners know that Zhuo Yang always has the best cigars, and only he has them.
Fabregas took the cigar, squeezed it in his hand without hurrying, put it under his nose and sniffed, then he made a "please" gesture to Zhuo Yang.
"My cigar is very good, only I have it in the west." Zhuo Yang said, then reached into his leather jacket and pulled out a cigar for himself.
Fabregas was not in a hurry, he slowly sniffed the mellow fragrance of the cigar. This time there is no place for Zhuo Yang to play roulette. Although he is the most cunning, evil, and terrifying killer in the West, he can only bet his life here.
Zhuo Yang did not take out the cigar, but took out the Thomson submachine gun from the long leather trench coat, nicknamed ‘Chicago Typewriter’.
‘Da Da Da Da Da...’
The sound of the typewriter's knocking echoed in the smoky bar, half of Fabregas' head was gone, the gang members were too late to react, and they all fell into the pool of blood in the blink of an eye.
The rhythm of the beating stopped, the smoke dissipated, and all the people who lived were rice gangs. They looked admiringly at Zhuo Yang who never played according to the routine. He was the most terrifying devil in the west.
"Yayan...Don't be stupid! Yanya..."
His laughter saw the cowboy's skull like a rusty saw.