Jim Crow turned his hands, playing cards jumping back and forth between his thick knuckles, like a living snake.
"Young man, I want you to play cards with me and give you an offer you can't refuse."
The big king and the small king flew out from the card pile, which are useless cards that are not needed in the blackjack game.
Wen Bucai tightened his grip on his pistol and was ready to fire at any time. If he could clearly see the fat man's spirit body, he could determine where the enemy's death door was.
"I can talk to your body."
He tried to anger Jim Crow. In the power game of Soul Power, the drunkard will not be afraid of any opponent.
"You're here for revenge." Jim Crow popped up the playing cards. With the skills of a magician, the game has begun. "Then we are done with eradicating evil! If you want to kill the bandits, you must first kill the most powerful, cruel, and damned bandits.
Boss! The big boss who killed the perfume bottle! He is the culprit!"
Wen Bucai hesitated, released the buffalo horn grip of the revolver, moved his finger to the hole card, and took a brief look at the count.
"One more."
The rules of blackjack are very simple. If you get the right number of points but cannot exceed 21, the person who is closer to this number will win the final victory.
If they are players with the same number of points, then compare the number of cards between the two people. It is better to collect 21 points with three cards than to collect 21 points with four cards. The process should be simple and clear, and you will win if you take shortcuts.
Take it all.
"I have a good gun. I just bought it from Texas." Jim Crow wanted to drive away the tiger and devour the wolf. Not only did he want to get the arrow in his hand, he also wanted to completely cut off the big boss's retreat: "If you are willing
If you do me a favor, I’ll give it to you for free.”
Adding cards to the dealer's main position, Mr. Jim placed a heavy bet on himself.
"I know the secret of the big boss and the whereabouts of the arrow."
"Although no one has seen the true face of the big leader, there is one place that he will never give up easily - that is the only way he must pass."
Wen Bucai looked at the hole card points again. He had already obtained the King of Spades and the King of Hearts. He was only one step away from the card type of [BlackJack·Black Jack]. Twenty points was already a big number, and he still had to bet one more point.
Zhang Ace?
He did not rush to bid, but his heart began to waver.
Do you want to do business with this guy? Again?!
Again? Sign a new contract! Become an ogre's helper?
The strong desire for revenge has locked him firmly to the chair, Wen Bucai asked——
"--what would you like?"
"I want arrows! Vincent! Not just arrows! I also want his head. As long as you help me, you can win this card." Jim Crow looked enthusiastic: "My soul power can transform yours."
The physical body allows you to be free from pain and radiate vitality."
"You will have several times the strength of ordinary people. A bullet hitting your stomach will not cause fatal injuries. As long as you raise your arms, you can protect your fragile head."
"Work for me! How about it?"
Wen Bucai then called: "Give me another card."
"Do you still want to bet?! Chinese?!" Jim Crow made no secret, throwing the newly arrived precious firearms on the table, "Do you want to continue to bet?"
"You already have twenty points, do you want to continue bidding?"
"I used to be a circus magician, and I could give you whichever card you wanted."
"This skill is not unfamiliar, but it is capable of cheating. Without me, you will definitely not be able to catch the big boss. As for your fellow countrymen..."
Jim Crow slowly took out a handful of Yellow Pages contracts from under the table. These were all the evidence he secretly picked up after Sullivan was attacked, and he also found out Vincent's origins.
"Father Kevin says hello to you, Vincent."
When Wen Bucai heard the word [Kevin], his eyes turned red and he had to stand up immediately.
Jim Crow pointed a gun at this reckless young man——
"—Sit down, sit down, calm down! Vincent!"
"You know where he is!" Wen Bucai was like a wild beast, letting out a terrifying growl.
"Look at you! You look like an injured tiger! If I had a camera at hand, I would definitely take it! Definitely!" Mr. Jim said with a sneer: "Kevin! Kevin! Kevin Richard - a Colombian, he
You were brought to this land, found a job for you, taught you English."
"Vincent, look what good thing you did? Little tiger?"
Every word of Jim Crow was heartbreaking, and every word was like a sharp dagger, piercing deeply into the heart of a literary genius.
"A letter of introduction costs twenty-five cents, and it comes from Shekou, from Fuzhou..."
"Younger ones sell for fifty cents. They are not prone to illness. At least they can survive half the voyage, board the port and disembark smoothly. Even if they die of illness, they will receive a pension. All will be handed over to Father Kevin Richard.
As for how much is sent to your account? Ha..."
"Ha-ha-ha!~"
Jim Crow opened his mouth wide and stuck out his bright red tongue.
"Wen Bucai, what are you doing? What were you doing at that time?"
It seems that all the strength has been drained away, and all the spiritual light has been dimmed!
Vincent could no longer call himself a drunkard, and his soul slowly cracked, like a dehydrated fish.
His eye sockets were sunken, and he suddenly became older, and his white hair seemed to be growing out. He sat back on the chair, and his original high-spirited posture became dejected.
"Kevin Richard said this, you get drunk when you get the translation tip, you will love the wine and cigarettes in this land."
Jim Crow and Wen Bucai flirted with each other, trying to awaken some of the vitality of this living corpse.
"You have many female companions, you have fun in the Broadway concert hall in New York, and soon you don't have enough money."
"Father Kevin has been prepared for a long time. He knows your difficulties and has given you more introduction orders. You will be responsible for recruiting people while he negotiates contracts with the railway company."
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The man who was originally as hard as iron, his eyes were dull at this moment, and dirty yellow tears kept falling from his eyes. Wen Bucai was speechless, and he choked out intermittent murmurs from between his mouthpiece.
"No..."
"I..."
"No no..."
"no..."
"I don't want to..."
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[Part2·Failure]
Jim Crow nodded—
"—I understand you, Vincent."
"Kevin didn't expect things to turn out like this. It's not your fault. You never went to the railway company at all. You were just a middleman and a victim who was kept in the dark."
"You drank and fought with people, hugged a foreign girl and sow your children and grandchildren, had a leg shot off by a bullet, stayed in the hospital for another three months, and got involved with an orthopedic surgeon."
"By the time you are discharged from the hospital, only a pair of boots and a letter home will be sent to Washington."
Jim Crow tilted his head and said innocently.
"Wen Bucai, this should be the last relic of your countrymen. It is also a failure of the perfume bottle to be sent to the capital - how dare a slave send a message to the civilized world?"
"After listening to Jack Martin's story, it seems like you are planning to commit suicide by throwing yourself on the train?"
"Haha..." Jim lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes with a sinister smile: "Coward!"
Wen Bucai looked haggard and yelled: "No! I don't think so! I'm not!"
"But you dare not take a gamble with me? I have put all my chips on the table, as long as you are willing to help me——"
"——The big boss and Father Kevin Richard, I will tell you their whereabouts truthfully. Give me the arrow!"
The story told by the person in charge of the Museum of Curiosities is true.
Wen Bucai followed Father Kevin Richard to North America and immediately followed the well-known imam in the region to the stage to connect with George Joshua's parliamentary lineup.
Without knowing it, this yellow man mobilized the squires and landlords to visit and call on the folks from three townships and two counties, and sent nearly 1,400 laborers to the Pacific Railway Company. The Chinese slave laborers involved in the construction of the Pacific Railway,
The total number is only twelve thousand.
As a translator, Wen Bucai is dedicated to his duties. He owns two properties in New York and a manor in Washington that was given to him by Lieutenant Joshua. He is well-dressed and has an extraordinary demeanor, and he has become a wealthy gentleman in the eyes of fellow Shekou residents.
He comes from a distinguished family. It seems that as long as he goes to the United States, everything will be fine.
He was busy socializing and having fun. Apart from traveling to and from ports and terminals and traveling across continents, he never even visited the construction site of the railway company. This was the beginning of a new life and a precursor to a nightmare.
Because of the mundane business of competing for beautiful women at drinking parties, he was so drunk that he almost fell asleep. On Broadway, a bullet shattered the tibia of his right leg, leaving him paralyzed in bed for a hundred days.
Returning to Washington's former residence, he received a pair of leather boots and a suicide note from a fellow villager.
He could no longer remember what was written in this suicide note. It was full of desperate words and words. The anger and hatred between the lines were all curses and insults.
When Wen Bucai rushed west along the railroad and arrived in Arizona, all the state government handed him was a stack of contracts, not even the bones.
He didn't know who to ask for an explanation. One sunny day, he was lying on the red rock Gobi Desert in the Grand Canyon, lying on a hot railroad track, and decided to end his despicable and shameful life.
"Give me the cards! Give me the cards!" Wen Bucai shouted sharply: "Give me the cards!"
"Which one do you want! Little Tiger!" Jim Crow said aggressively: "It's [Ace]?! Right?! Shout out!"
"Give me the cards...yes! Give me [Ace], I promise you! I'll bring you the arrows! I'll help you kill people...I..." At this point, Wen Bucai started to retching
, he only felt sick and had hallucinations in his eyes.
The dark red velvet on the card table seemed to be slowly melting, turning into a boiling stream of flesh and blood.
Skulls with black hair emerged one after another. They were like boiling soup, with bloody red bubbles constantly emerging.
"Give me the contract...Give me...I'll sign it..."
"Not bad! You're in good spirits! Vincent! You're really good!" Jim Crow applauded vigorously: "It's really good! It's really good! You're really good! You're a talent! ~ Then as you wish - "
——The gun was pushed in front of Vincent, and as an Ace of Spades fell on the table, the verbal agreement seemed to have been signed.
"It is sixteen miles away from Buffalo Bay in the Grand Canyon on the northwest side of Sloth Town. The site is close to a rain forest. I hate bugs. There are a lot of bugs there."
"The tombs under the temple and the intricate crypt tunnels are where the big boss has to go. Vincent, he likes red ponies, which seems to be very similar to the horse appreciation taste of Jack Martin next to you.
If you can spot his horse, he must be nearby."
"The arrows were dug out from that ruins. Legend has it that the Mayans passed on psychic witchcraft to the local Indian tribes. The miraculous power of the Kukulkan Quetzalcoatl spirit can give mortals the power of immortality."
"The big boss must keep raising, keep raising..."
Jim Crow put his two fingers on the velvet on the table and pretended to be a traveler on a long journey.
"He will definitely go, he will definitely go. He will never let go of this magical treasure."
"In the name of building railways, he mobilized manpower and excavated prehistoric remains. This was his ideal in life and a necessary ladder to the next paradise."
"Kevin Richard..." Wen Bucai moved Jack's pistol and took the Jim Crow gun in his hand: "Where is this old dog?"
"The arrow has not yet fallen into my hand, I will not put all my chips into the gamble..." Jim Crow did not finish his words.
"Bang!--"
A fatal bullet was fired from a secret passage backstage at the circus and from a small window in the casino! Under the coercion and inducement of the big boss, Jack Martin's gunman was lifted up and the trigger of fate was pulled.
The bullet penetrated the thick flesh of Jim Crow's shoulder and neck, pierced the collarbone, rushed out from the chest, and flew straight towards Wen Bucai's eyebrows!
His soul was broken, and it was difficult for him to summon the power of his soul for help! The drunkard just flashed out of his body, and disappeared without a trace the moment he came into contact with the bullet!
The fragment penetrated Wen Bucai's right eye without any hindrance, causing blood to flow profusely.
"Damn it!" Mr. Jim banged the table board fiercely, and the mechanism handle jumped out from the hidden compartment of the gaming table. His body sank and he immediately fell into the secret door of the secret passage.
Continuous gunshots came from the direction of the circus, and Wen Bucai didn't even know what was happening.
He was in a state of embarrassment, covered with wounds, dizzy and dizzy. He took the bet on the table, took away Jack's token, and left Sullivan's hat on the table. Based on his rich experience in fire fighting, he avoided the direction of the first shot.
, hide in the blind corner of the gambling table.
"Alcoholism!"
He called out to the gods in his body, but got no response!
"Alcoholism! Alcoholism! Help me! Damn it!"
"Alcoholism!"
"I'm bleeding..."
Thick plasma flowed down his eye sockets and into his mouth. Wen Bucai endured tremendous pain, but Hunwei remained absolutely silent.
He seemed to have degraded little by little from his Morpho butterfly state, and countless invisible chains tied him tightly.
"Why! Why! Ah!!!"
"Why! Alcoholism!"
"Why don't you help me! Don't you do anything?! Stand by and do nothing again? Are you going to watch me die slowly? Rot and stink a little bit?"
"I'm so damned good!"
Wen Bucai opened fire with his gun, hitting the tables in the guest area. The Jim Crow pistol was so powerful that the tableware exploded and flew across the venue.
He didn't dare to raise his head to fight back, and he didn't even know what was happening.
He took Jack Martin's Remington and fired again. The warhead collided with the fork and ejected - the steel fork fell next to Vincent, asking him to grab it and stab it into the eye socket! He had to take this necrotic eyeball away.
Pull out the shrapnel together!
"I'm so damned!!!"
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...
Jack Martin pulled the trigger, and the bullet almost exploded in his mouth at zero distance!
His cheeks suddenly swelled up, but there was no blood on the back of his head.
The thin fishing lines were like the steel wires hanging the pendulum. This magical spirit wrapped the warhead tightly. A strong flame came out of the muzzle, and the gas almost rushed out of his nostrils and ears!
He seems unable to even commit suicide! Arrow has recognized this child! The clover flower scar on his belly has slowly stopped bleeding and healed, turning into an indelible tattoo.
Jack Martin wanted to continue firing, but the big boss locked the hammer with his fingers, and the pistol was empty of bullets.
The slaves of fate knocked on the iron prison windows, still roaring unwillingly.