Chapter 1145: Killer toy

Snapped!
Three bullets blasted on the sand in front of the blood blade, igniting a large amount of dust. The gangsters riding the horse stopped at a distance from the front of the bar, and skillfully turned over and slammed the muzzle of the wooden handle rifle at the head of the blade.
The dusty clothes of these guys were covered with dust, and their heads were covered with headscarves and masks, only to reveal the eyes that kept turning around. The blood blade has not yet been shot, and the four gangsters have surrounded her in a fan shape. Under one of the masks, there are male voices that are strange:
"Chick, this is not where you should come..."
The brow looked at the four people who were around, and the right hand was placed above the holster on the waist, as if looking for the opportunity to pull the gun.
Noticing her movements, the gangster standing in front of her smiled and sneered: "Where did you learn to play with a gun? Carefully break the fire and pierce your legs."
"..."
The blood blade didn't make a sound, just focused on the man's face covered by the mask. The other three next to him had already leaned on her side, and the muzzle was almost on her.
"We just have a woman here, we are going with us, no one will hurt you..."
"Oh." The right hand of the blood blade trembled a little.
"Don't mess, our guns may go off the fire?" The gangster who spoke sneered: "Don't resist again-"
puff!
A soft bang, his voice stopped short.
I noticed that something was wrong. The other three gangsters turned their eyes to the leader, but saw the man’s left eye position and nailed a dagger.
They just reacted, and the three gunshots had interrupted their thoughts. The two gangsters on the left and right front of the blood blade were smashed through the bullets, and suddenly lost consciousness and fell to the ground. The gangster on the right hand was hot and rifle. Sliding down from the powerless right hand, it fell heavily on the ground.
"You are this blue pool..."
The gangster whose shoulders were hit by bullets, he wanted to escape, but he shot another shot in his leg and fell on the soft sand.
He struggled over and tried to pull the knife back, but the mask on his face was directly ripped off, revealing a red face with a scar. Under the gaze of the horror's horror, the "beautiful girl" full of knife marks plunged in front of him, licking his lips with excitement:
"It's my turn to enjoy, right?"
Although the intention of the other party has not been clarified, the criminals have already perceived the dangerous atmosphere. He tried his best to pull the knife with his left hand, and the position of the wrist tendon was immediately smashed. When his hands were scrapped, he lost his last resistance.
"What are you doing..."
The gangster’s eyes were full of fear, and the facial muscles began to twitch. When he saw the various "tools" that the girl took out of the bag, he finally understood the other's intentions:
"Ah, ah!"
The screams of the gangsters were covered with excitement and laughter.
At the same time, Lin Chi, who is sitting in the bar, continues to communicate with his coat of arms:
"I need your strength, is to build an altar, right?"
According to the introduction of the coat of arms, as long as the altar is built according to the instructions of the ancient gods, you can curse your own enemies. Lin Chi still doesn't know whether the curse object is a player or an NPC, and this kind of thing can be seen at a glance.
"You have not mastered the ability to build altars." The voice of the ancient whispered to Lin: "Going to the local ancients, they can build altars."
"Where is the ancient man?"
Lin Chi asked the key questions, but the ancient gods no longer made a sound. He picked up the coat of arms and shook it, and the other party still had no signs of answering.
It was confirmed that the ancient had "running the road" and Lin was sighed.
As he expected, the process of building an altar is not so easy. However, when it comes to the "ancient people" in the western United States...
"Is it Indian?"
The vast majority of cowboys on this continent are Americans. To say that anyone meets the title of "ancient people", the Native Americans, the Indians, are probably the targets they need to find.
Determined the next action plan, Lin Chi took the coat of arms back into his backpack, listening to the screams and crazy laughter outside the house, stood up and pushed open the wooden door of the bar.
"Can you be quiet for a while?" he said with no anger.
On the wasteland near the bar, full of splattered blood marks, with the light of a torch inserted in the ground, Lin Chi saw the gangsters by the thick hemp ropes screaming, blood from his The eyelids, the nostrils and the mouth ooze out, and the position of the chin is also a lot of blood loss.
"Would you like to play together?" The blood blade put down the silver needle in his hand, and the skin held in the left hand was particularly conspicuous.
"You have knocked his face down?" Lin Chi looked at the "human skin mask" in the hands of the blood blade.
"Exactly it is ‘plastic surgery’.
The blade grinned and revealed a lot of teeth:
I transplanted the face of his companion to his face, is it successful?


So fast?
Lin Chi looked at a faceless body on the sand not far away.
In any case, to complete the "skin transplant" operation, it should not be able to get it within five minutes. Lin Chi looked back at the gangster who was constantly twisting his body. Although the opponent's movements were very fast, he could still notice the stitching marks if he looked carefully.
"Of course it's going to be fast." The blood blade threw the face on the sand: "The anesthetic has not been invented this time. Doctors must pursue speed in their surgery. The longer they are dragged, the more painful they are."
"So you are still a white angel?" Lin Chi snarled.
"Of course." Blood Blade said to take a medicine box out of the backpack, open the box and take out a roll of bandages, rudely around the gangster's face: "Can't let him cool down so quickly, then there are still a few A surgery."
Looking at the girl's skillful action, Lin Chi took a step back and quietly. Even if I look forward to the "blood blade" reputation, I still have a subtle feeling of nausea when I witness this guy's operation.
- Treat the enemy while tormenting the enemy. This is the secret of the blood blade unable to trigger the "killing protection system."
Many of the doctor's work is a very behavior, and it is common for patients to open their mouths. As long as the game is judged to be undergoing treatment, you can kill the opponent without being punished!
Seeing the blade full of enthusiasm, Lin Chi reminded: "Don't forget the business."
"Give me twenty minutes, twenty minutes!" The blood blade didn't lift up and looked for something in the medicine chest.
Too lazy to visit the cruel "treatment" of the blood blade, Lin Chi came to stand next to a brown horse on the sand.
From the hoof print, the other three horses have long since ran, and only this horse is still doing its duty and staying in the same place.
"Hey..."
The poor gangster whose mouth was entangled in the bandage made a whisper of ambiguity. Lin Chi took off a bag on the horse and began to look inside to find available props.