Chapter 281: Bloody Road (2)

　　 The moment the two sides staggered, he could hardly feel the sharp blade in his hand chopping off the nearest enemy rider's head, and the weapon passed straight through the rider's torso.
　　Gugu twisted his grip to the side, the motorcycle immediately turned sharply, the cavalry were swept down by the sharp edge, and a horse's head flew out directly, and there was an arm.
　　 A stab at his lance was crushed by the front of the motorcycle, and then Gogu struck the human with a stab straight through his chest.
　　Farts screamed at the weapon position while firing blindly around them. They fixed themselves with belts to avoid flying out under the tremendous impact.
　　 Bang!
　　 Human riders also started shooting at Gogu. Their marksmanship was quite precise. Several shots hit Gogu's head. If he hadn't got the habit of wearing a helmet, he might have to be opened several holes.
　　 But the farts were miserable. The bullets drilled into them like long eyes. After a few shots, the three farts were dead.
　　 "Leave you!"
　　Gogu threw out the stick bomb in his hand, and the thing fell between the two cavalrymen, and burst in a second.
　　 The huge impact force overturned the horse and the person together, the shrapnel flew across the room, both the person and the horse screamed, and then became painful.
The living fart still fired around, without interrupting the fire, Gogu supported the ground with thick feet, used it as a dot to wrap the entire motorcycle around a semicircle, and then turned straight to the remaining rider, where An irregular gap was torn between the enemies.
　　When he ploughed into the enemy group again, the opponent's counter-attack fire hit their armor and the car with a ding noise, and he held the machete left and right.
　　咻!
　　 With a sharp whistle, the riders who were still alive finally found themselves unable to overwhelm the monster by the number, and they began to retreat to the canyon.
　　 Gogu never had the habit of letting go of his prey, especially attacking his prey.
　　 Boom!
　　 Flames spurted from the tank’s engine, and the broken fuel pipes spilled their contents on the grass, passing through the thick smoke and flames, and Gogu caught up with them at the fastest speed.
　　 After a while, the first cut head rolled over the burning grass.
　　 These brazen shrimps became the object of his anger, every bullet hit its target, and every time the trigger was pulled, it was accompanied by the end of life.
　　 After a short chase, the shrimps turned into broken bodies, including their animals.
　　 "Boss!!"
　　 While Gogu chewed the horse leg while repairing the slightly damaged motorcycle, the fart who went out to search for loot leaped back and forth.
The number of them is half less than before, but no one will care about the dead guys. There are countless fart spirits. As long as Gogu goes to the fart nest, those small things have to be snatched, after all, when they are motorcycles The boss's weapon hand is much stronger than being a rocket control hand.
　　 "Boss!! Good, good stuff!"
　　 A fart came to him first, flatteringly raised his hand.
　　Gugu fixed his eyes and found that it was a small carton. He picked it up curiously and shook it gently. When he found something in it, he ripped the carton out.
"This one"
　　Under the curious gaze of the farts, Gogu shook a few thin sticks out of the carton, and then he sniffed with his nose, and found that it smelled a bit like a tobacco leaf.
　　 "Fire!"
　　 Another fart ignited the lighter that he had just searched for and ignited it. Gogu hesitated for a moment, but still lit one and put it in his mouth.
　　 With the undulations of Gogu's chest, burning red cigarettes instantly ignited on the filter, and a large number of white smoke clouds poured out from the gap between his nose and teeth, just like the steam emitted by the machine after overheating and cooling.
　　 "Unfortunate."
　　Gogu shook his head, spit out the filter in his mouth, and then lit the remaining cigarettes at once, holding it with his mouth.
　　 "Call"
In the long breathing sound, six cigarettes burned out quickly, more smoke poured out, and the buttocks around choked.
　　 "Still not, this smoke leaf is wrong."
　　Gogu shook his head in disappointment. This level could not satisfy him, let alone the bosses. Obviously, the shrimps did not bring the tobacco leaves he needed.
　　 Butt spirits are also a little lost, but they quickly get motivated again, and still show what they have searched to their boss.
　　 pistols, daggers, hats, gloves, scarves, boots, pocket watches
　　Fart has no resolution, they all see what they take, and even a guy carries a calf bone.
　　Gogu picks and chooses from this pile of garbage. Although he now needs some capital accumulation, he can't take away too much. After all, there is limited space on the motorcycle, and he doesn't want too many spoils to affect his speed.
　　 In the end, he just chose something with higher value and small weight, such as pistol, lighter, metal kettle, etc.
　　 Next, Gogu will be back on the road, but he has a clear goal where these shrimp come.
He can see that this encounter was not accidental. Xiami knew his route, so he must have been stared at, and Xiami who stared at him would not be too far away from this. He was going to see if there was a chance. If so, make a good one.
　　 The motorcycle roared again, and the farts were on their own. Gogu put on his beast-shaped helmet and bet on something won from a certain fang, and stepped on the accelerator hard.
　　In the wild singing voice, Ouke and his steel war beast flew away.
The town of Jefferson, an ordinary border town in Essex. Due to the proximity to the Howling Mountains, there are not many local residents here. Instead, there are many gold prospectors, miners, and bounty hunters. They rest here all winter. Then return to the mountains in the spring and continue the life of licking the blood.
After the mountains, there is an extra-legal place. People can only rely on the guns in their hands, so everyone can be said to be a gunman in this place, and the one with the best gunmanship is usually appointed by the government as a local. Sheriff.
　　John Reid is such a person.
　　 When he was young, he was also an ordinary gunman, a bounty hunter, attracted by the exciting life full of romance and adventure, and came to the wilderness of the east.
　　After many years of tumbling, he broke out of his reputation and was logically recruited by the government as a sheriff.
　　The Iron Horse Tavern is the place he comes most often, because here he can hear a lot of news that he can't hear in the police station. He has enough connections to solve many problems that cannot be solved by guns.
The town that was about to get into the night became deserted, John Reid jumped from the saddle and threw the belt with the gun on his shoulder~EbookFREE.me~ squeaking in the sight of the people around In front of the pub coming from the stairs.
　　 Just standing here, you can feel the hustle and bustle inside. The old sign at the door crackled by the evening wind, which indicates that a rain may be coming.
　　嘭!
　　As the gate was kicked open, everyone put down the cards, wine glasses and daggers in their hands and turned their gazes outside.
　　 "It's safe, nothing is safe."
This is John Reid’s mantra. Whenever he comes here, he will say it once, and only a few days he has not said it, which means that something big is going to happen. For example, last time there were nearly 100 Wen The cultists in the church of Digo want to raid the town.
　　 The spurs behind the boots knocked on the wooden floor like a kind of musical instrument. John Reed touched his slightly stubble chin and glanced at the tavern.
　　 is missing a few acquaintances, but most of them are there, and the ones who are increasingly blessed are also there, everything is fine.
　　 "Let's go ahead."
　　 He showed a kind smile, and then everyone started the previous entertainment.
　　 The air was full of alcohol and greasy sweaty smell, but this is what John Reed was used to. He walked towards the bar step by step, knocked off a drunken drunkard, and robbed him of his position.
"same as usual."
　　 The boss put the already prepared wine in front of him without saying a word. More than ten years of getting along has made them have some kind of powerful tacit understanding.
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