Chapter 1578

The afternoon sun sends out sweet fragrance. It should have been a quiet and lazy day, just like the cat on the roof. However, the strong wine atmosphere and the smell of inferior cigars in the bar dissipated the relaxation of the sun. A group of men with cowboy hats and revolvers were sitting in the bar. Each of them wore red scarves and triangular scarves around their necks.

The bar has a strange name - chief! From the outside, the chief bar is a bit gloomy, and ordinary people will feel cold when they are near here. But the people inside don't, because this is their territory.

Not only the "chief" is the territory of the red gang, but the whole city is the territory of the red gang. Although the cities in the West are very small, they are still cities, even more like a small town.

Baldheaded Steve bolt has been in a bar for 10 years and has been in the city longer than Sheriff Arsene Wenger. Boulder is familiar with every corner of the city, including the chief bar. The bar here used to be very small. It's called Highbury. It can't seat many people. Three years ago, we abandoned Highbury together, demolished a lot of houses and warehouses, and then we had this larger "chief".

As boulder busily served everyone a drink, he asked the young cowboy in the middle. "Fabregas, you say Will the rice Gang really come today? "

"Of course, unless they don't want our place." Fabregas then poured half a glass of wine into his mouth. After a "Gudong", he didn't know what he was drinking. He scolded "Shetter!" He turned his head to look at the two wanted notices on the wall, so old boulder looked over.

The wanted notice was posted by the sheriff. It was posted by two of the most dangerous figures of the MI Gang, Zhuoyang and Kaka. However, Fabregas's head is also on the MI Gang's wanted notice, which was issued by the police chief, Ancelotti.

"Alas -" Bould sighed, "if only the Dutch boy was there, I heard that the MI Gang wanted him too." Then he limped towards the bar.

"Pa! PA! " The sound of the gun suddenly rang out. When we saw it, Adebayor was blowing the gunpowder at the muzzle of the pistol. On the wanted notice, Zhuoyang and Kaka had a bullet hole in the center of their eyebrows. As the Redskins all know, Adebayor always feels that he is better than van Persie. He thinks that he is the quickest shooter in the red.

"Hiss!" there was a sneer in the corner, and Adebayor looked for it. "Song, what the fuck are you laughing at? Oh, by the way, Zhuoyang is your uncle. You used to be from the horse gang. "

"The whole West knows Zhuoyang is my uncle, and also knows that the red gang was robbed of territory by the horse gang before, Zhuoyang's horse gang. If you have a mother, just wait for my uncle to shoot him on the head. "

"I will, hehe, hehe..."

"Bang!" The wooden door of the bar was knocked open with legs. The old police chief Arsene Wenger came in with a thick paper in his hand, which was obviously another wanted notice. The sheriff went straight to the wall with the wanted notice, looked at the new bullet holes in surprise, and then turned to ask the cowboys with his eyes. So everyone went to see Adebayor.

"Fool!" The old Sheriff scolded with a grim face, and stopped paying attention. He pasted the wanted notice on the wall, side by side with the original two, and clapped hard to make it stick more firmly. When the sheriff's body moved away, the cowboy cried out, "Oh --"

- Philip Inzaghi!

"It was him..."

"Road 9 killer "

" he is indeed qualified to be wanted... "

The old police chief was very satisfied with the effect he had made. When the cowboys were talking to each other, he clapped the plank wall hard and attracted everyone's attention. "Cough," cleared his throat, the sheriff was about to speak. Suddenly, the noise of the horse's hooves rumbled from far to near, and soon hit the cowboys' ears like thunder.

After a loud neighing of the horses, "log!" The wooden door of the bar was roughly kicked open, and then a dozen people burst in.

These people are also dressed in jeans, hats, boots, leathers or jackets. Everyone wears a white scarf around his neck. The top three are the three wanted on the wall.

Here comes the rice Gang!

The people of the red gang gathered and occupied the right side of the bar. Of course, they didn't forget the glass in front of them. For cowboys, horses, cigars, beer and guns are equally important. As for women, it's nothing more than one head of cattle in the herd. If you lose the old one, you will have a new one. The MI gang who came in also stood behind the three leaders, occupying the left side. Zhuoyang and Fabregas looked at each other across a table.

Compared with three years ago, Zhuoyang is more ferocious, messy and greasy hair is more disgusting. The heavy whiskers are like thorns in the wasteland of the countryside. In the fat space of the face, a pair of eagle eyes full of excrement shoot out the light of evil spirit, which makes people shiver. Zhuoyang grinned. His smile was even worse than his tears. Except for three golden teeth with rich light, the rest of his teeth had been brown and yellow from alcohol and cigars.

"Utter, utter, utter" ~ "his smile was like a saw sawing a bone.

Old police chief Arsene Wenger took his hand off the wall and swallowed hard. "Mi..." Before the words came to an end, Inzaghi, a road 9 murderer, suddenly had a shotgun with its barrel cut short. He heard only the sound of "boom". The old sheriff's whole face and chest were beaten into a bloody hornet's nest.Blood splashed on three wanted warrants, the old sheriff was blown out, smashing his body into the organ in the corner, giving the accent of death.

"VAK!" Boulder in the bar took out a double tube from the bottom of the table. Just before he could aim at it, a small and delicate axe in Ambrosini's hand flew across the air. It was chopping in the middle of Boulder's eyebrow. The axe blade was embedded in his skull half as deep as a cigar.

"Bang!" The double barreled shotgun went off, the wooden roof of the pointed arch was punched through a big hole, and boulder fell straight back, smashing the wooden frame behind him with cups and plates. The falling earth from the roof filled the cowboys' heads, shoulders and wine glasses.

"Utter, utter, utter ~ ~" Zhuoyang was still laughing.

The atmosphere is very dignified, only Zhuo Yang is still laughing, laughing like a saw.

Inzaghi picked up the shotgun and carried it on his shoulder, but his index finger didn't leave the trigger. In addition to Zhuoyang and Fabregas, the hands of all the other cowboys on both sides are naturally or unnaturally hanging beside their guns, with their palms half open, and some people's fingers still slightly shaking.

Zhuoyang smiled and took half a glass of beer in front of Fabregas. He looked up and drank it. Some beer fell from the corner of his mouth, flowed through his dirty beard, and then flowed to the front of the dirtier scarf and clothes.

Drink the beer mixed with dust and say, "cough - bah!" Zhuoyang spat the thick yellow sputum into the cup and pushed it back to Fabregas.

Fabregas frowned with disgust, swept the glass off the table and fell to the ground.

"Say, say, say" ~ "Zhuoyang smiled again.