Chapter 2272

Strangling became the Western cowboys' favorite long-term clothes. The magic Cape shrank and turned into a big red scarf around his neck. Then Su Ming thought about it and asked the symbiont to do a "co biochemical horse." then he reached out to Bobo on the side and motioned him to come up.

"Orangutan detective looked at the black mud surging on the body of the funeral bell, and turned a picture between his legs of a horse lifting a man, and shook his head in silence.

But he held out his hand and was picked up by the mercenaries and hid in the windbreaker.

"We're not sure how far this dream has progressed. We can't fly to the town in a big way. First, we'll ride in and see what's going on." Su Ming explained to him, and then without any operation, the strangulation began to run wildly: "change according to circumstances, and then negotiate with the holy Slayer."

Bobo shrank in the arms of the knell, his little claws clutching the lining of his overcoat: "I've never heard of this man. Are you sure he can help us deal with the laughing bats?"

"He doesn't exist in duopoly, but I'm sure his ability can be used there, just like in the case of Zha Kang." The wind whistling past his ears, wrapped in gray gravel, rubbed the face of the knell like sandpaper. He bowed his head and explained to the orangutan in his arms.

The whole thing can't be described in detail. It can't be said that the existence of zhakang, heaven and hell, the murderer and the endless family used to belong to V society. Later, vertigo cartoon was acquired by DC. The universe settings of the two families were combined into one. In theory, the murderer can also play a powerful role in the earth.

It's not good to say these things. It just makes the orangutan think about it, so it's not worth saving.

From the collar of his coat, he looked at Bobo and nodded his head. He seemed to understand: "Oh, it turns out that the ability of the holy Slayer can also be used in our side... But you haven't said that he has any ability!"

Su Ming chuckled. He jammed the gorilla's head inside and said:

"immortality, one hundred hits, absolutely kill, infinite bullets, is it easy to remember? In fact, his ability is not too much, but as long as it is easy to use, a fresh move can eat all over the sky, and his opponent will die when he is shot, and the existence itself will be erased. "

"It's much less than superman's ability, but why do you take me when you deal with this monster?" Bobo hammered the death knell in the chest with a small fist. He had not avenged master night. Now it would be a tragedy if he was wiped out: "I'm not afraid. I'm just that. Do you understand that?"

Seeing Bobo flustered, but dying to face, Su Ming filled a bottle of wine to him.

"Don't worry, you're a talking orangutan. Although the butcher is a crazy professional killer, he is also restricted by higher rules. He can't kill friendly pets, minors, black homosexuals, and so on. Fortunately, the laughing bat doesn't touch any of these...

" Er, it sounds like he's still a good man? " Bobo looks strange, as if there is something wrong with him.

"You've been in the magic world for so many years, and surely you know what's the difference between good and bad in this world?" Su Ming looks at the small town that is gradually approaching. It is like a gray old Western studio. Many people come and go in the town, and there is a bustling scene: "it's like everyone is out of the house. When you go to the restaurant, don't explore the character of the chef. If the food is good, you can pay to leave after dinner. This is business."

"You're too realistic. It's dark." Bobo grinned bitterly. He took a sip of the liquor and sighed, "OK, as long as you can make sure I don't become a dish."

for most Americans, and even for many people in the world, the wild west is a place full of heroism and mystery.

In all kinds of literary and artistic works, people here seem to be wearing wide brimmed high top hats, carrying revolvers at the waist, wearing long windcoats and high leather overshoes with spiked nails, and wearing a colorful large square scarf around their necks.

They are riding fast horses, powerful and free and easy. They drink big glasses and eat canned beans. They are so free.

As a result of the endless American films and various kinds of paperback novels and TV programs, people's impression of the old West was added with a filter. In fact, the westward movement was full of all kinds of things that were not allowed to be broadcast on TV.

The nightmare stayed in 1880, when frozen train carriages gave ranchers the option of slaughtering livestock on the spot and transporting the meat by train to major markets.

In this way, the cowboys who used to live on cattle would no longer have to drive their cattle thousands of kilometers to the big cities to slaughter. At the same time, they would lose their jobs and ranchers would not be able to use them.

The unemployed men do not have nothing. They have vehicles, fast horses, guns representing advanced force, and large scarves to cover their faces. What should they do if they have no money?

So they became mercenaries or masked bandits.

It's rare to see cattle being driven through the town nowadays. Instead, many people with guns on horseback will escort the bleeding carriage into the town, and then look for the mayor or sheriff to exchange the reward.That's right. All those carriages are Indian scalp. That's money.

General Sherman, the famous general under President Lincoln, also said that "as many points as today, we can kill less tomorrow." he urged people to kill all the Indians as soon as possible, so that the noble white people could occupy a better land.

At that time, the church also tried to cooperate with this policy, saying that "it is the right of God to strip the heretics.".

The official organized hunting team, not to mention joining the army, is to gather people with combat effectiveness to slaughter Indian villages.

You don't even need to bring weapons and horses, grain, shoulder and head to do this job. Of course, with government goods, the purchase price is much cheaper. So each Indian man's scalp can be sold for $60, and women and children can be halved.

If you bring your own weapons and dry food to exterminate the Indians, the purchase price of a scalp is $250, which is a big bag of money.

Some people may not know what the concept of $250 was in 1880, but as long as you know that a good horse with a full set of saddles is $100, equivalent to Ferrari or Lamborghini of that era.

Indians have very few guns in their hands. Even if they do, they have no bullets. They can only rely on bows, arrows and axes to resist hyenas' attacks. Therefore, white people only need dozens of people with guns to easily destroy a tribe, get hundreds of scalp, and become rich.

When many people think of western movies, they always think of things like robbing trains by horses and robbing banks in towns. But in fact, they are all things after the extinction of Indians in the future. Killing aborigines is much faster than robbing banks to get money. Who can pick up money and play a gun fight?

Su Ming rode the "galloping horse" to the edge of the town. His ordinary cowboy dress was not conspicuous, except that his horse was particularly strong and attracted a little curiosity.

But they basically looked at something else. At this time, people in the town were cheering for the return of the heroes. A large carriage was covered with canvas, and flies were buzzing around it. More than 20 cowboys were escorting the carriage into the town.

This is a load of Indian scalp.

The townspeople are happy about this, because killing so many Indians is tantamount to protecting the safety of the town. Otherwise, they are really worried about the natives stealing their cattle and horses.

At the same time, cowboys will spend money in the town, not to mention the bartenders and prostitutes directly related, even the old man who sells feed can make a fortune.

The girls in the tavern wore low chested skirts, whistling at the Gunners on horseback. The Cowboys also took off their hats and motioned to the villagers, with happy smiles on their faces and held their heads high with pride.

"It's true that the hero of that country and the enemy of ours are really interesting things." Su Ming touched the head of the orangutan in his arms, scratched his scalp and said, "this is really the golden age of bounty hunters. It's a bit worse than that when the Swiss mercenaries were in Europe before."

Bobo shivered and quickly covered his scalp. Although he knew that the new era mercenary, the death knell, was just talking about it, he always felt that tianlinggai was a little cold.

"Don't say it. It's too savage. Aren't you looking for someone?"

Su Ming smiles. He is just playing with the orangutan.

He took advantage of the welcome back of the cash truck, hid in the alley and let the strangulation come back. He raised his finger to the end of the street: "isn't that coming?"

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