Looking towards Plaza Avenue, young guys ran into the gate of the wooden building and lay under the window, only daring to peek out with half their heads.
Several cigarette butts fell from the window on the second floor of the bar. Some clients didn't even have time to put on their clothes. Their eyes widened in anticipation of the sound of gunshots.
Mr. Vincent opened his mouth slightly and breathed out a heavy and long breath from between his lips and teeth.
He was like a statue made of iron, whether it was his sharp-edged face or the muscles on his body that sometimes tightened and sometimes relaxed.
Five fingers were clasped around the gun handle, as were the robbers and hired workers around Sullivan.
They stood in a row behind the ranger leader, like wild geese, thirty-one in all.
Many people had already pulled out their guns, which had the same name as their gang, called perfume bottle rifles.
It is a very old and traditional mercury fulminate gunpowder firearm. It adopts a double trigger and double shot structure and is loaded with two lead bullets or iron bullets each time.
The guns were all pointed at Vincent, at this uninvited guest, at this ignorant Oriental.
There is a half-broken whip on the ground, with a sharp [arrow] hidden in it. The sub-gold substance contains the DNA expression of the original seed. It is a deadly poison, and it can also make people reborn and quickly emerge from their cocoons and become butterflies -
—It comes from a site in the Colorado Canyon.
Sullivan picked it up. At this moment, he was finally relieved from the pressure, and his expression became relaxed and happy.
The reason for him to relax his vigilance is simple——
——He thought.
[No one can survive this kind of firepower.]
[Even the leader of a gang cannot deal with fifty or sixty bullets at the same time.]
[His name on his work badge is Vincent, and he looks like he is the translator of a small Chinese workers' fraternity organization. This Oriental man broke into my classroom without permission, and he is a bastard who knows nothing about life and death - naturally he will not survive.]
"Look at the scrap metal in your hand..." Sullivan crushed the broken whip in his hand, revealing the arrow in it. "If you shoot out all the bullets, it can only kill six people, and we have more than thirty people."
Personally, I can't wait to hear your last words...I don't know where you got the courage to raise a gun against your master."
With a ferocious look on his face, Sullivan gritted his teeth and hid the arrow in the inner pocket of his chest.
"If you kneel down and beg for mercy now and lick my boots clean, I will spare your life."
Vincent: "Are you serious?"
Sullivan became excited: "Oh! Are you shaken? Are you scared? Are you going to regret it? You must treat my boots well, just like you treat the birthday cake your mother made for you. The top of the three-layered round tower of the pastry,
Like that little bit of cream on top, if you lick it all up—"
“—Boom!”
There was a bright red blood stain on Sullivan's face.
The low gunfire sounded like a muffled thunder in the small town.
Sullivan turned his head in surprise and glanced sideways. His accomplice Tian Linggai had disappeared, leaving only half of his face.
The tall body of the shot robber fell to the ground, causing a cloud of dust.
The muzzle of the gun in Vincent's hand still contained the high temperature of gunpowder explosion.
The gang of robbers immediately fired back with guns - gunshots rang out.
Without any cover, Sullivan couldn't think of anything else this man could rely on to survive such a dense rain of bullets!
Sullivan was thinking and quietly took a few steps back. The team leader "protected" the gang members in front of him.
[Look at his arm. According to the standard shooting technique, he must have a teacher with good marksmanship. I have to save my life before he runs out of bullets.]
[He came for me, taking a stack of Chinese slave labor contracts to seek revenge. There is no doubt that he came for the key members of the entire Perfume Bottle Gang.]
[Fortunately, I have soul power! This incredible supernatural power is protecting me! Otherwise, it was definitely me who was killed by a headshot when the first gunshot was fired, and [Thyme] was protecting me.]
[As long as I avoid these few seconds, avoid the remaining bullets in the chamber of his gun, use these human flesh pads as a cover, and listen to a few miserable screams, I will be able to see this eyesore in no time.
The yellow race, the miserable appearance of dying under bullets...]
In the chaotic sound of gunfire, in a battlefield filled with green smoke.
Sullivan immediately lowered his waist and observed Vincent through his companion's armpit behind his companion who was standing upright with the gun in hand.
He can't understand...
[Why is he still firing?]
[There are only six bullets in the revolver, and he has obviously used them all!]
At this moment, a ball of bright red and hot heat came from my partner’s armpit!
It was fed up with the strong thrust of gunpowder and gas, and the projectile was squeezed and deformed. After being guided by the rifling, it was like a ball of soft iron mud, doing a spinning motion. When it broke through the sound barrier, it made an eardrum-shattering explosion. It was so cold.
arrived in front of Sullivan!
At that moment, the hairs all over Sullivan's body stood on end, shouting loudly in his heart about the power of his soul.
"Thyme Thyme! Stop it!"
In an instant, dozens of [ropes] emerged from Sullivan's broad back. They were like fine lines twisted together with flowers and leaves. They were like spider silk, tightly wrapping the bullet to relieve its force. The strong and powerful rattan acted as a
The [stick] whipped this dangerous and deadly cocoon, leading the terrifying projectiles tightly wrapped in it to the other side!
"Bang!--"
Sullivan was still in shock when he heard the dull and thick gunshot. The sound of the battering ram detonating the primer was like a bull sneezing, which made his heart tremble.
At that moment just now!
Sullivan saw clearly——
——Seeing clearly what this Easterner relies on.
Cold sweat broke out from his forehead again.
[Hey...what is that! What kind of monster is that!]
Sullivan could see clearly——
[——Is there such power of souls? And such demons and monsters?!]
On the other side of the battlefield, the Oriental was like a hard target.
The lead shot and iron bullets hit the oriental man's body as if they were smashed into solid granite. The shrapnel and flying sand vibrated the air, leaving twisted, deformed and hot turbulent vortices around the oriental man.
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[As if having six arms——]
[——When the trigger was pulled, the mechanism of the hammer had already started to be provoked.]
[——When the flames were spitting out from the muzzle, the bullets shot towards him were caught by the blue phantom, and then crushed to pieces!]
[——When the bullets were fired, the bullet cylinder and the bearing in the middle body were removed together. Without changing the movement of the gun, six new bullets were immediately inserted.]
[Such precision and speed! Such amazing willpower!]
[I! Sullivan Okopela, I will never be his opponent in a head-on battle!]
In just thirty seconds, there were thirty more corpses on the ground.
Mr. Vincent can no longer shoot.
Thirty-six yellow bullet casings were scattered around his feet. The gun in his hand was red all over, with a layer of blood-red flesh that had been burned and peeled off.
Due to the high temperature of the gun body, the weapon became unreliable during the last round of firing, and the magazine exploded when the ammunition was replaced.
Sullivan was overjoyed when he saw this scene.
[To a gunman, a gun is like the fangs of a beast!]
[He no longer has the strength to fight back!]
Vincent didn't have the gun in his hand, he just screamed and shouted at Sullivan: "Bullets don't seem to be able to kill you! You beast! You, like me, are possessed by evil spirits - right!
"
Sullivan seemed to have obtained a gold medal to avoid death, and wanted to scare off his opponents with threats.
"Vincent! Your deduction is spot on! If you want to use that inferior weapon to kill me! It's just a daydream! But... I think - I should not be your opponent...
"
Vincent was silent, his hands were injured, and his body was getting weaker and weaker - his stomach was empty and his heart was empty.
Sullivan wanted to add fuel to the fire. He used coercion and inducement, and knelt down pitifully. He knelt neatly and his movements were smooth and natural.
"Oriental! Your soul power looks very powerful! I think you are also a [carnivore]. If possible, I am willing to be your introducer, join us, and become a member of this big family!"
"I've knelt down for you! I've knelt down for you! I know! You have a saying that says - Kneel down to heaven, kneel down to your parents!"
"This is the most sincere thing I can say! Vincent!"
"Here I beg your forgiveness! I beg you to..."
Before Sullivan could finish speaking——
——Regaining feeling in his hands, Mr. Vincent took out the last six bullets from his pouch.
In a very strange posture, he held three ammunition between his fingers, like a full-moon bow, and his whole body was tense, as if he was about to "fire" at any time. He faced Sullivan in this posture.
Vincent: "Big family?"
Sullivan: "Yes! We can be family!"
Vincent: "I just killed your family, and you talk to me about family ties?"
Sullivan immediately took out his small handkerchief, tears streaming down his face without any hesitation.
"I'm very sad...wuwuwu...I'm really sad, but I still treat you as a family member. There are no perfect people in this world, and everyone makes mistakes..."
Vincent's tone became cold: "You are stalling for time, right?"
The distance between the two is getting closer and closer. Whether it is Sullivan who is walking on his knees, or Vincent Sullivan who wants to shorten the shooting distance, his eyes suddenly change, and his brain is thinking at high speed. [Thyme] has begun to play its role.
.
"Oh, then there's no need to continue kneeling." Sullivan slowly got up from the ground, revealing the [thyme] under his calf pants.
It is like a plant that grows rapidly, blooms and loses leaves. Just like its name, the gorgeous purple-red branches and leaves are in sharp contrast with the pure white flower center.
Its branches grew and spread to the corpses on the ground.
It's like an infusion tube, transporting strange juices into the corpse.
Sullivan had a small plan in mind.
[Judging from the head-on battle, I have no chance of winning. It seems I can only escape, but...]
[But! I am a teacher and I want to teach students how to overcome fear!]
[Although I don’t want to admit it, when I faced him, I felt a primitive and wild brutal force, which completely destroyed the courage in my heart to pieces, and my pride was gone.]
[If I run away here, the arrows will no longer protect me! I will no longer have the power of soul power to help me rise to prominence. These ugly and despicable colored bastards should all die!]
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[Part2·The Courage of the Wicked]
The bodies of the robbers rose again. They were also Sullivan's comrades-in-arms, brothers and sisters who were on the run.
Sullivan's eyes were bloodshot. He had to control sixteen "family members" at the same time, and his brain was already in an overloaded state. The intensity of the soul's power was related to a person's mental strength.
"This is [Thyme·Thyme]'s special ability!"
This is the first time he has used the [Soul Power] ability to control so many targets. When facing this visitor from the East, he does not dare to underestimate the enemy in the slightest.
Vincent frowned coldly and glanced over: "You seem to be able to control corpses..."
These corpses seemed to have smelled a feast. The ones missing arms, legs, and even heads could stand up and step forward. The ones with sound limbs could even carry guns, make movements like filling mercury and projectiles, and do
The action of firing a gun.
them……
Or rather "them"!
They all twitched their nostrils in unison, as if smelling the sweet smell of [food], and squirmed in Vincent's direction at an extremely slow speed.
Vincent couldn't see any other strange things. He still couldn't clearly understand the characteristics of this super power and couldn't figure out the strength of the control.
"Come on! It's your turn! Come over here!" Sullivan took off his black cloak and took out his gun, "I know your ability! The bullet between your fingers can be fired with soul power, you plan to use the last
Six bullets to kill me? Who will fate favor more? You? Or me?"
"A bullet without barrel gas is weak! At this range! Can these bullets really hurt me?"
"Keep fighting? Or run away?! Vincent?!"
A shadow suddenly emerged from Vincent's weakness.
It is an afterimage left behind when an arm moves at high speed.
Hunwei's knuckles slammed the primer on the tail of the copper ammunition, and the bullet was fired!
It hit the waist and abdomen of one of the walking zombies, completely breaking the spine!
Vincent was thinking and testing.
[——Can bullets destroy them? If you want to get close to Sullivan! You must get past these walking dead!]
[The central nervous system of the spine controls the entire lower body. If crushing the spine can stop the walking corpse...]
Before Vincent could finish thinking, something unusual happened!
Just when the bullet penetrated the zombie's lower back, the shot corpse suddenly expanded and deformed like a balloon!
——Boom!
Dozens of rib fragments suddenly exploded like shrapnel! Shot from the belly of the zombie towards Vincent!
There were tears and hatred in Sullivan's eyes: "I want you to pay with your blood! I want to avenge these lovely children! You yellow-skinned bastard!"
The blue arms appeared again, and Vincent's soul power bombarded the scattered bone fragments into fine dust!
But it couldn't stop the bodily fluids and blood that were spilled along with the bone tissue.
When the blood splattered on Vincent's arms and torso, when it came into contact with the skin, it was like meeting a powerful sponge and seeping into his body.
[Not good...]
Look at the remains of the walking dead after the explosion——
——In the terrifying huge wound, a cluster of bright and strange thyme grew.
It exudes a strong aroma, which is completely different from ordinary plant aromas. It carries the umami flavor of microorganisms and fungi. The high temperature of gunpowder makes the meat more attractive.
Vincent's face turned pale. He felt that the other party's soul power had begun to take effect. When facing these corpses, he could actually detect the abnormal rumbling in his stomach.
He started to get hungry and got hungrier!
It was as if something was hidden in his stomach.
It was as if a wild beast had secretly devoured all the energy in his body.
His limbs became weak and his body collapsed prematurely due to excessive energy consumption.
He raised his head and looked around, his eyes filled with shadows.
There were also more than a dozen walking corpses, with a purple-red rope attached to their bodies. The spines on their backs pierced the flesh and turned into a terrifying stick, slowly walking towards him.
Sullivan grinned wildly.
"You lose!"
Vincent wanted to do something, but just when he raised his legs, he found that his body was no longer in control, and slowly, slowly, he collapsed to the ground.
He became that dying fish again.
I want to squirm, struggle, and turn over.
It’s as difficult as moving your fingers to reach the sky!
"Fire another shot! Try again! Can you still call out the power of the soul now? You bitch!" Sullivan turned his head away, followed the right hand holding the gun, and also used his right eye to observe the enemy. "Don't worry!
Before I confirm the fact that your carnivore is completely dead! I will never get close to you! I will never get close to you easily, you who were once so powerful!"
"——How far can you hit? It seems that your soul power is almost inseparable from you, like a clingy baby."
"——You can crush bullets, and you can definitely crush my head."
"——I will look at you like this, slowly watching you turn into a big meal, feeding my [Thyme·Thyme]."
"——Just like I said, it will treat you like cream on a birthday cake. It will lick you first, completely take away the energy in your body, consume and absorb all the fat,
Hydrolyze and fuse all the energy, and then use the sharp teeth to gnaw open your bones! Destroy your bones! Crush the disobedient muscles on your body! Swallow any tough protein!"
"You can't take orders from yourself! You have to take orders from others! And you are about to take orders from me!"
Mr. Vincent remained motionless.
He wanted to——
——This is the terminus of this railway track [destiny].
If it weren't for that little cowboy——
——Perhaps he has got out of the car early and is heading for suicide in regret and pain.
He was half-kneeling, just like his compatriots. His waist fell backwards weakly, and the last five bullets in his hand had no chance to be fired.
Sullivan is still talking long and impassionedly!
"I want to thank you! Oriental! You have brought my courage to a new level! After defeating this powerful enemy like you! Just like dealing with strong beasts in nature, I can also absorb from your rich body and soul.
Adequate nutrition. I..."
Before he finished speaking——
——The horse's neigh is like a thunder in the dry weather on a hot summer day.
Jack Martin galloped on his horse and jumped into the dense queue of zombies.
He held onto Vincent's harness like the leash of a lasso!
In contrast to his tall and strong latissimus dorsi, Vincent's body seemed to have turned into a mummy, like a corgi's vest carrying Vincent away from the battlefield.
"Damn..." Sullivan yelled: "You bastard! Where do you get the courage? How dare you snatch my slave?! Dare you snatch food from my mouth?"
"Hahahahahahaha!——"
Little Jack shakes his red scarf and pretends to be a flame, trying to scare the horses out of their wits. Dolly uses all her strength to escape!
He laughed and shouted.
"——I am number one when it comes to escaping!"
When Dolly rushed out about fifty feet and was about to rush into the forest, Jack ducked down and lowered his head, hearing the whistle of bullets piercing the air in his ears.
"I must be fucking crazy!"
"I must be crazy! Vincent!"
"I feel like I'm crazy! Are you still alive?"
...
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[Real name: Sullivan Okopela]
[Origin: His parents, uncles, and aunts died during the Westward Expansion Movement, and died at the hands of North American natives. He extremely hated people of color—later he joined the Perfume Bottle Gang and made a living by looting caravans.]
[Soul Power:Thyme·Thyme]
[Destructive power:E]
[Speed:A]
[Range Distance: B]
[Sustainability: B]
[Precision:A]
[Growthability: B]
[Special ability: Thyme is a famous food spice that has the effect of inhibiting fungi and microorganisms. It often appears in kitchen recipes. After Sullivan learned the real name of Hunwei, he accurately recognized the origin of thyme.
Its true ability is that it can control the spinal nerve center of the human body through small spiritual branches and make the dead body move again. It can control the human intestinal flora, allow bacteria and microorganisms to grow and reproduce, or inhibit their growth to control energy.
The purpose of intake and consumption, thereby weakening or strengthening the physical constitution - its flower language is courage, and it is also the creed of Mr. Sullivan's life.]
[Note: "Thyme" comes from the Chinese version of "Scarborough Fair".]