Chapter 311

Face the arm blocking the road.

Cole stood where he was, took out his cigarette box, handed it over and said coldly, "do you smoke?"

The motorcyclist glanced at Cole with the look of a fool and smiled, "Wow, smoking boy, you're so cool."

Talk.

Turned and shouted at the bar, "brothers! There's a fool outside the door! Ha ha ha!"

Hear his voice.

There was a burst of cheerful laughter in the bar.

Smiled and shook his head slightly.

The motorcyclist stood in front of cole, bowed down, put his face close to him and warned, "now you have two choices, little white face.

Or I'll count to three and get out of my sight.

Or let me break your leg and throw it in the wild to feed the vulture. "

so

The gang members in the bar only heard a scream outside the door.

Accompanied by the noise of heavy objects smashing through the wooden wall, it is painful to hum with men.

A dark figure.

Smashed the outer wall of the bar, flew in, smashed three tables, slid all the way and stopped at the foot of a table of motorcycle party playing cards.

See someone pick something.

The motorcycle party, which few people dared to provoke, was like a wild dog with a trampled tail. They all got up, picked up anything that could be used as a weapon and looked at the door.

Patter.

The sound of cowboy boots with hard soles stepping on the wooden floor is particularly harsh.

In the dim light.

Just like all western movies, when the frightening escort appears.

A man dressed as a bounty hunter, ignoring their threats, went to the bar, put down an old ten dollar bill, sat on his high feet and said to the bartender sister, "a cup of rye."

The blond bartender looked at Cole in fear and quickly poured him a glass of beer.

After a silence.

Seeing the motorcyclist walking towards Cole, the blonde girl hurried back and leaned against the wine rack.

The leading man grabbed Cole's shoulder and angrily said, "Hey! I'm talking to you!"

The motorcycle party that was ready to fight.

Face the muzzle of his gun.

He quickly raised his hands and took a step back.

The next moment.

The deafening gunfire of the just trial echoed in the bar.

A bullet.

Passing by the ears of the skinhead motorcycle party, he was smashed into the calf of a motorcycle party trying to pull out a gun.

The latter screamed and screamed with pain on the ground.

This time.

Led by the locomotive party, swallowing saliva, a drop of cold sweat fell on his forehead.

Although he wanted to laugh at this, he was a freak dressed as a cowboy in the last century in the late 1990s, but now his legs tremble slightly.

It's not the freak who likes cross dressing in his imagination!

This guy... Is clearly a bounty hunter with no idea how many lives!

Crazy outlaw!

I've seen western movies... No, even if I haven't seen western movies, I can think of it.

You don't have to look back to have such an accurate shot.

You can't learn by practicing in front of a wine bottle.

God knows how many people this strange guy has killed!

Take the gun back, Cole took a sip of rye and said coldly, "take your people and get out before you annoy me."

"All right! All right!"

The motorcyclist hurried back, greeted his men, carried his friend who was shot in the leg, and ran out of the door.

Not long.

The engine of the locomotive disappeared into the silent night.

After completing the first step of the rescue plan.

Calculate the time, and the witch heart devil is coming soon.

Look up.

Her eyes just collided with her blonde sister.

The latter exclaimed, hurried back and begged in panic, "I... Put all my money in the cashier! You can do whatever you want me to do. Don't kill me, please!"

Cole didn't say much.

He took out an old 50 denomination note from his pocket, put it on the bar, pushed it forward, picked up the glass, and said expressionless, "I'll wait for a friend here tonight. If I don't want to die, I'll take the money and leave.

Don't look back, okay? "

It seems that some people can't believe it. The strange man who suddenly appeared in the bar not only didn't kill her, but also gave her a tip of $50. The blonde sister carefully got the money, stared at Cole all the time, opened the back door, drove an old second-hand muscle car, and escaped on the road.

Five minutes later.

Outside the silent bar, there was a sound of footsteps.

Not long.

A young man dressed in a pure black suit, meticulous hair care, pale but extraordinarily handsome walked into the bar.

He stopped beside Cole, put his hands on the bar and said with a smile, "don't you think it's strange? You're the only one left in the bar. It's rare to be in a good mood. I want to have a drink while it's hot."

Talk.

Snap your fingers.

An expensive Goblet of red wine slipped from the other end of the bar into his hand.

Like the most expert in red wine, the young man was gently shaken, sniffed, and then said, "have we met somewhere?

Let me see, it's like your funeral. "

Follow his voice.

The cold evil force interferes with the reality in the bar.

Ground, air, broken wine table

Everything is strangely elongated, like being dragged into a distorted space.

later.

The terrible force enough to drown the mortal soul, like an indescribable thing hiding in the dark, stared at Cole and suddenly jumped on his soul.

Trying to swallow the poor creature who was beyond his power.

The moment of life and death crisis.

All the changes stopped suddenly.

The witch heart demon, who was smiling and had a chance to win everything, suddenly sank his expression and frowned, "it shouldn't appear in the hands of a mortal.

Cole walker. "

Follow the voice.

You can see.

A bony dagger was placed across the bar in front of Cole.

Son of the devil.

The witch demon who has all the extraordinary evil forces of Mephisto and tries to conquer the world does not even dare to look directly at its existence. It is a terrible thing only for killing angels and demons.

Cole, holding a beer glass, completely ignored the witch heart devil, a terrible devil who can easily take away human souls, said coldly, "I know what you're planning, devil.

however.

You don't really think that you can conquer the world that the old man Mephisto can't handle? "

About Mephisto.

Its father.

Wu Xinmo, the filial son, said with a disdainful smile, "I'm different from him, demon hunter. I have all his strength, but I don't have his weakness. Nothing can stop my plan.

You too. "

then.

Cole smiled rarely.

He never thought that the devil, who has always been known for his cunning and unpredictable, would also have such a fool as the witch heart devil.

Is it because the human mother who gave birth to him is a foolish and loyal believer in heaven?

Then be squeezed by the power of heaven, earth, hell and Trinity?

Saint Vincent's covenant.

The evil contract that sounds like it can rule the world, Mephisto doesn't know how many fools he has teased with it, covered by greed.

Compared with the real behind the scenes, the fraudster Mephisto, the ambition and plot of the witch heart devil are as childish and ridiculous as children's paintings.

even to the extent that.

His self righteous ambition was within the scope of the old man's plan.