"Are you hungry? Jack Martin? Are you hungry? Come get something to eat?"
Mr. Magic followed Jack back to the circus stage.
He took off his ugly mask, took off his tall hat, and took off his dark brown wig, revealing his true appearance with blond hair and blue eyes, and a tall and elegant figure.
He is almost identical to Jack Martin, like a twin!
"Who on earth are you! What kind of freak are you!" After Jack saw that face clearly, his mind had completely collapsed.
Destiny seems to have been playing tricks on this poor man. The little police chief took out his gun again. He always thought that he was only one step away from happiness!
Wen Bucai gave him hope, but then severely separated him. He could not share the same love and hatred with this yellow man.
Victor gave him expectations, but made Jack see himself clearly again. He did not have that kind of passionate and brave talent.
Ms. Wonka wanted to take away his soul, but he died without warning in front of her eyes!
Oh my god, she has given birth to four children? And this shameless bastard in front of her...
"Actually...she looks exactly like me? Am I looking in the mirror? Am I dreaming..."
"I..."
The hammer mechanism is ready, and all that remains is the life-or-death decision of pulling the trigger.
"What evil spell did you cast on me?! Why! Why!"
Jack asked——
"You bastard! Why did you kill her? Why!"
The magician replied immediately without thinking: "Because I want to give you half! ~ Jack Martin! This is your reward!"
"What do you mean by half! Oh my God! You madman!" Jack Martin scolded: "Even if she is a prostitute! Just let her stay with me for a few nights! Why do you want to kill her!?"
"Let's do it together!" There was a strange flush on the magician's face: "Let's eat her together?! Jack! Let's do it together! Didn't Sullivan Okopela tell you? Or is it because of this mask?
"
"He didn't recognize you? He couldn't remember my face? He should be very kind to you!"
"What on earth are you talking about! I don't understand a word of it! Who the hell are you!" Jack wailed hysterically, forced by the strong spiritual pressure, and kept retreating on the stage.
"I am you! Jack Martin!" The magician pointed to the sky and gently opened the skin between the eyebrows with one hand, separated the flesh and blood of the skull, and exposed part of the frontal lobe, but not a drop of blood came out - the prismatic wound looked like
It is very similar to the diamond symbol in playing cards. It is very similar to the pointer arrow on the clock dial.
"When I came to this hot land, I left all my cowardice and incompetence, all my innocence and kindness, and all my shameful things to you. Come and touch my brain! See clearly!"
"Half of us! Jack!"
"I am the head of the perfume bottle."
"Jim Crow's duplicity doesn't surprise me at all. That's the kind of person he is. If you can use your amazing shooting skills to help me kill this traitor, I will be impressed by you, Jack."
"This lousy magician has been trying to overthrow my rule since he became the owner of the Museum of Curiosities, but he can't find me, and he hasn't even seen my true appearance - he will never find out, so I just hide.
Wearing his clothes in his troupe."
"As for the other slave? A yellow man?"
"It seems like I have a lot of friendship with you. You're doing well! You're doing well!"
"His power will definitely be of use to us! But before that, we may need a little help from Mr. Victor!"
"Ms. Violet is taking care of this great writer who is seriously injured and on the verge of death. If the spark of love can be sparked, then this powerful man with soul power can also heal Vincent's hatred."
The big head spread his arms, and the wound on his forehead healed immediately.
He seems to be able to separate anything in half! Then he chooses whether to restore it depending on his mood. If there is no way to restore it - Ms. Wonka lying in a pool of blood is the best example! She has been separated from her flesh and blood, from beginning to end.
Split in half!
"I didn't expect you to bring me so many precious gifts!"
"That's not fair!" Jack Martin finally understood. He could always see looming spiritual bodies, and he could only have inspiration under certain extreme circumstances, because he was a defective product, trash thrown away by the big boss, "Why?
?Why? You left all the bad ones to me?"
"After we disembarked in Washington, George Joshua found me with an arrow." The big leader lowered his head, not afraid of Jack's gun at all, and gently pressed Little Jack's right hand, holding down the five-pointed star-shaped gun.
Scar: "This arrow has magical powers!"
"It comes from Arizona! From the ancient ruins of the Aztec Quetzalcoatl Temple of Kukulkan!"
"I have received divine power, so I naturally want to repay Mr. George's kindness by building a railroad for him, giving him my wealth, my hard work and talent - using this arrow to recruit talented people to expand the territory and build for the United States of America.
railway!"
"To accomplish great things, I had to do this, Jack Martin."
"You are too weak and too kind..."
"Oh no!"
The big boss covered his mouth and said angrily.
"We are too weak and too kind!"
Jack was furious when he heard this, and pulled the trigger towards the target that was very close at hand!
"Bang!--"
The gunfire flashed away, and the bullet flew towards the magician's head! But it split into two before it reached the center of the eyebrow! It was split in half by an invisible wire!
The leader applauded gently: "Yes! Your first shot is always accurate! Only the first shot is accurate enough!"
"It's not fair! It's not fair!" Jack couldn't control the gunman at all. He pulled the trigger repeatedly and fired bullets continuously, but he couldn't hit any target that was close at hand.
The warhead broke through the wind and created a strong vortex, which ruffled the big leader's hair.
"That's fair! Not only did I leave all my weakness, incompetence, lust and greed to you!"
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"Jack! Jack! Jack! Hey! This is real fairness, one person and half!"
The big boss hugged the back of Jack Martin's head, looking enthusiastic and excited.
"I thought you were really worthless, just a waste, but fate brought you to me again! Such a powerful gravitational force! You brought back two such important partners for me!"
"With them! I never have to work for the Pacific Railroad again!"
"I will continue to explore the mysteries of the temple and find the bones and blood of the saint! I will follow this arrow! Find the way to become a god!"
"Are you crazy!" Jack Martin cursed loudly, but there was a bloody wound on his face.
That was the scratch left on the side of the big head's face when the warhead fragment split into two!
This wound is like the devil's curse, which is truly reflected on Jack Martin's face!
"You always get yourself injured with all your stupid actions." The big boss raised his right hand and then showed the scars between his palms: "Luck is always on your side, Jack, it can save you from danger."
"When I remove this sacred soul power, we will merge into one again and become an independent, free, and brand new natural person."
"No one will know who the big boss of the perfume bottle is. As the Sheriff of Sanyang Town, you can also take over the industry of Sloth Town."
"Wen Bucai and Victor have become your right-hand men..." the big boss called softly, and the mouthpiece moved in Jack's ear: "From now on, there will be no perfume bottle, only your Snyder!"
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[Part2·Beyond Destiny]
"Sneider is better than Dresser!" Jack said in a daze.
Big Boss: "Yes, Snyder is better than Dresser!"
Jack: "Sneider is better than Dresser!"
Big Boss: "No one dares to bully you anymore, no one. Snyder is better than Dresser!"
Jack: "I don't have to wear a veil anymore?"
"Ask your warrant officer to wear an Indian feather crown, turn his head into a broken watermelon, and feed it to the black slaves." The big leader whispered softly with a spring breeze on his face.
Jack's eyes became fanatical: "I don't allow others to insult my father!"
"You are a noble man, and we have a good father." The leader emphasized: "He is a hero of the British!"
Jack stretched out his hand, and the big boss's face was full of surprise, and his mouth was about to smile like a crescent moon.
This was the best time for him to clear his name and come ashore. After doing so much dirty work for the Pacific Railroad, there was no way he could return to the civilized world - George Joshua was born in West Point and was the leader of the Rangers! How?
Maybe get on the line with a bandit leader?
Now that Jack Martin has taken the initiative to find the big boss, it seems that the goddess of fate has pointed out the next path in life!
Integrate with him again, put on the clothes of the police chief, and your life will be promising in the future!
The leader didn't hesitate at all and held Jack's hand tightly.
"Come on! Jack Martin! Come on! Hug me! Hug yourself!"
"It seems...I can't refuse..." Jack said in a daze: "I like it...I really like it...I like these things so much! I like it so much! This town is so charming!
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"Of course!" The big boss squeezed Jack's hand: "I am a glutton in your belly! Of course I know what you like! I know! These are the things you and I love deep in our souls!"
Without the consent of the other half, the two incomplete souls cannot merge smoothly.
Just like split personalities, they always have to fight——
——Unless Jack and the big boss recognize and understand each other, they can be fully integrated.
"I feel it! I feel it!" The big boss saw it clearly. His fingers gradually turned into mud and were about to be embedded with Jack Martin's body!
Jack smiled stupidly: "Vincent is going to become my little follower!?"
The big boss nodded excitedly: "The premise is that Mr. Victor is willing to cooperate."
Jack: "I have a lot of money! I can arrange a separate newspaper agency for Mr. David!"
Big Boss: "He can write whatever he wants! No one will tell him what to do!"
Jack: "He will agree, right? He will agree!"
Big Boss: "Yes! We will be his witnesses!"
The two hands have been completely fused into one. It was originally deformed and twisted, and now only five fingers are left.
The flesh and blood of the forearm will gradually absorb and merge with each other——
"——Jack!" Jack Martin looked ecstatic and said to the big leader: "Jack! I feel it! Jack! Wow!"
"Hahahahaha!~" The big boss can also detect part of Jack Martin's memories: "How many stupid things have you done..."
"Fuck you!" Jack Martin's face changed drastically.
He swung his left fist and hit the leader in the face! Without any hesitation!
Then he spit out a mouthful of blood and his teeth flew out.
He couldn't even believe that he could have such strong arm strength.
"What are you doing! You're crazy!" The leader's body tilted, and he caught Jack and fell to the stage.
"The more I get to know you! The angrier I get! Jack Martin! The other me! -" Jack's eyes were blazing with anger, and his fists were covered with his own blood: "I can't understand you at all! More
There’s no way I can approve you!”
"Sharing a body with you? Live a new life?"
Their heads hit the big leader's forehead so hard that both of them were dizzy and stars filled the sky.
"Unforgivable! Damn it! Damn it! I will never forgive you!"
Little Jack's fingers were separated from the cruel devil again. He only had a brief taste and glanced at the memories of the big boss - he was nauseated and could not suppress the rage in his heart.
"How many fucking people have you killed!? The sins are overwhelming!"
The police chief of Sanyang Town's face was covered with blood and tears.
"The bandits you raised killed my little Dolly! And they want to kill Uncle Bayan! Do you want to kill my whole family?!"
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The big boss wiped the blood from his mouth and said with disbelief: "Jack Martin!"
"Don't call my name with your dirty mouth!" Little Jack tightened his pistol and quickly changed the bullet. "I would rather die in Edinburgh! Die in the polo field! Fall off the horse and die! Let me grow old.
Dad sent me to a gun test range! Use my head as a living target!"
The big leader screamed: "Killing me means killing yourself! Idiot!"
"Bang!--"
"Bang!--"
"Bang!--"
A series of gunshots became the answer, but these weak warheads could not hurt the big boss at all!
Before shattering his brain, the bullet was split into two, as if cut by an invisible wire!
The warhead passed by the magician's side, leaving eye-catching sword marks on the stage floor!
"Fuck you bastard!" Jack fired two more shots, leaving only the last bullet remaining.
The big boss didn't give way, he wanted this brat to know it hurts!
He was shot in the stomach, the bullet rolled between the intestines, and there was a bloody wound in his lower back!
Jack's eyes were blank, and the suspenders of his pants were shattered by a huge force!
There was a dull pain in his abdomen, as if he had been hit by a golf ball, and then his body became unbalanced, as if there was an explosion behind his waist and spine!
Only then did he feel severe pain, and his nose and tears became more abundant. He was so slow, and the gunshot wound made him understand Vincent's pain.
Perhaps this little physical pain is far less than one ten thousandth of the blood feud.
He held his tattered clothes and pressed the injured area, but more blood came out from his lower back.
"Idiot!" The big leader sat paralyzed on the floor and cursed loudly: "Unreasonable! Jack Martin! Look at yourself! Look at the good things you have done! Do you feel it? Do you feel it? Stop if you are afraid of pain.
Shoot me again!"
Jack was speechless, and his tongue began to twitch and numb in pain. He was not sure whether he could shoot the last bullet, his hands were still shaking, and he couldn't control the line of the gun.
The big boss took out a bottle of milky-white powder from his pocket, and seemed to have some backup plans.
"You are a loser who fails to succeed but fails to succeed! If you want to survive, you have to rely on me!"
"This is a treasure found in the temple ruins! It can heal our injuries. If you know what it is..."
"Damn it, I can't seem to hit you! What the hell should I do..." Jack ignored the big boss. He was annoyed and frustrated that it was difficult to aim.
"Ha! Are you pretending to be pitiful? Baby!" The big boss unscrewed the bottle and poured black gunpowder into the injured area, preparing to use the heat of the burning flame to activate the healing power of the temple relics.
Jack couldn't stop the bleeding. He felt that his strength was getting weaker and weaker. The gold arrowhead in his pocket was pulled by a strange force and cut open the flesh along the wound. He struggled and twisted back and forth several times, and the arrow carved out marks on the skin.