Chapter 2274

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Bang bang bang!

There was a lot of gunfire in the street, and the butcher had tried his best to fire, but every time he either lost his bullet or hit someone else's body.

You know, he is an infinite bullet, and the other party has to change the bullet. As a result, it can't be compared.

Monster? If the smell is right, the other end of the street is just an ordinary person. When did such a freak appear in the world?

Shot faster than the saints, and it didn't miss?

The butcher was not reconciled, but had to accept the reality, because the competition between the two from this street to other streets, from under the horse to horse, he did not snatch a head.

There are more than 600 people in the town, all of them are killed by the other party's roll call, and every time the shooter's muzzle is aimed at, the person will be robbed.

The target is dead, and the dream will be reset again, but the butcher stops the process. He quietly steps to the other side.

The town is quiet, only the rolling grass from the side of the running, and the head of the noon sun witnessed everything.

The saint put away his weapon and pressed his hand on the holster. His face was expressionless, but his heart was not calm.

"You have a good shot."

The two approached slowly until they were twenty yards apart.

He stopped and yelled at each other. He hadn't spoken for a long time. His hoarse voice was like opening the old bellows.

"You're good, too." The mysterious man shrugged his shoulders and was very relaxed. The two pistols kept turning in his hand and inserted them back into the holster with a Shua.

"Who are you?" he asked

See the other side lifted a long windbreaker, pressed a cowboy hat on the head: "who are you again?"

The mysterious man returned the question, and his voice was full of fun.

But it was such a simple question that almost baffled the murderer. He knew who he was. He was the killer raised by God and angels. He was the evil spirit who wanted to revenge everything. He was the saint among the killers and the killer who could kill the saints.

But just as he was about to blurt out his code name, he stopped, because deep in his memory, he remembered that he should have a name, a human name.

But this almost endless nightmare and I do not know how long the past time, so that he can not say that name, clearly in the mouth, even muscles are in accordance with the past pronunciation, mouth opening, but can not make a sound.

He was at a loss, frightened, and then furious.

God and angels are damned. They even let themselves forget the evidence of being human before. If they continue to do this, will they forget their dead wives and daughters one day? Forget the most important thing?

Endless fear submerged his mind, but soon the cold feeling of the two guns turned it into killing intention. His anger can only be vented by killing. As long as he has the opportunity, he must kill both the angel and God!

Not only for their own suffering and revenge, but also for the merciless God took away their most precious people.

"I'm the butcher, a bounty hunter, the best shooter in Texas." He can only answer this way. The memory of his name can be put away first. The uncertain variable is still standing there waiting for him.

But living in the last century, simple minded saints did not think of the funeral bell.

When Su Ming heard his answer, he knew that the fish was on the hook. He pressed down the brim of his hat and said in a surprised voice: "strange, I'm the killer, a bounty hunter, the best gunner in Texas. Why do you say my lines?"

"..."

the killer Saint never expected that this stranger would not only take away all the targets of his anger, but also his code name and identity?

Take away your identity today, will you rob your memory tomorrow? Do you want to take away the dead wife and daughter the day after tomorrow?

God's plan is good!

So, he was scared, he was angry, and his fingers were jumping on the handle of the gun like playing a piano.

Just like seeing through his thoughts, the other party began to move his fingers and snatched away what he wanted to say. Only the voice from the opposite side said:

"it seems that our goals are a little conflicting. We should solve the dispute in a man's way. It's noon, and life and death are up to us."

"Good, but I'll take care of my life and death."

The murderer lifted a corner of the long windbreaker and revealed the holster.

Midday is the fairest time to duel. The sun will not tilt in any direction, and no one will be caught by the sun. Although some people will put mirrors on their boots to cheat, the killers don't care to play those tricks.

He's the best shooter.

The other side is very strong, the gun is as fast as lightning, the combat sense of smell is as sharp as a wolf in the wilderness, but he is very sure.

Because his gun is different, as long as he shoots, he will definitely hit the target. Whether the gods or demons are hit, they are all dead end, not to mention a mortal?The British duel is more like aristocratic etiquette. The two sides will use one of a pair of pistols. Before the duel, there are notaries who need to check the guns and bullets, sign various documents and leave letters.

But western Cowboys don't follow that set. In the wild west, you have good guns. That's your ability. If you win in weapons, no one will say anything.

Two people came to a crossroads, where the vision is wide, two windbreaker people stand on each side, hands on the thigh edge.

The air seemed to solidify, but somehow a barrel rolled over and hit the post in front of the bar.

The butcher glanced and found a dressed monkey in the bucket, probably from some circus.

Then he began to sit still and wait for the town's automatic bell to ring, which was the signal of the duel.

As the hands moved, nearer, nearer, when all the hands overlapped together, the copper timer played its due role.

"Dang! Dang! Dang... "

the first bell almost coincides with the sound of the gun. Just as Bobo in the bucket is still holding the lid of the barrel in a panic, the two duels will have won or lost.

Unlike the duel in the past, no one has fallen in this duel. Who won?

Bobo put his eyes on the hole in the barrel.

Then there was a smile on Mao's face, because he knew that the death knell never let people down.

The butcher is a powerful gunner, ex soldier, cowboy, which is true, but how can the speed of shooting match the death knell of super soldiers? That's a man who can catch lightning with his bare hands.

There is no fastest, only faster, in the moment the saints touch the gun, the knell has been out of the gun to fire, a shot will kill the weapon of the holy murderer.

Besides, he fired more than one shot. It was a volley of two guns. Another shot also knocked out the spare gun on the other side of the saint's belt, leaving only a round hole in the windbreaker.

When the two guns landed, the murderer was stunned, as if by the impact of the soul.

Looking at his dejected appearance, Su Ming shakes his head and smiles. This is the victory of tactics, and it is normal for him to be dazed when he loses.

He can kill people by shooting, and the gun can't be shot out of his hand. He just needs not to give him a chance to touch the gun.

Why irritate each other? Why tempt each other into a Western duel?

Because according to the old tradition, the weapon before the duel must be in the holster!

From drawing to firing, it is the content of competition, which is a complete duel process!

The death knell took advantage of the opponent's thinking pattern, drilled the hole in his hands to leave the gun, and directly knocked the pair of terrible weapons out of the holster.

If the murderer's gun is always in his hand, Su Ming does not dare to bet that the strangulation can withstand the DC causality law. But if it's faster than the speed of drawing a gun, you'll have won when the murderer accidentally falls into the pit...

the past Westerns haven't been wasted, have they?

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