Severe pain came from the heel, and Big Head suddenly tilted his body. As he rushed down the short slope, the horse lost control and did not have time to pull the reins.
There are still dozens of meters away, and he can shoot and kill Vincent!
Human mental energy is limited. No matter how powerful the spirit is, if it is continuously bombarded by more than 70 rifle bullets, Vincent should be very tired! He must be very tired!
However, the leader's Achilles tendon was suddenly severed. He had maintained a stable stance, concentrating on dealing with the powerful enemy. His upper body posture for holding the gun was perfect, but Jack Martin's self-inflicted attack caught him off guard.
After he fell off the horse, his face was covered with blood, nose, bruises and swelling. The medicine bottle in his mouth also flew out. He could no longer suck from this source of life!
He wanted to get his gun, but Schneider slid to the edge of the cliff in the river valley, and his sling hung on a cactus!
But as soon as he stretched out his hand, blood suddenly burst out from his wrist!
"The hand tendon is also broken!?" The big boss was in disbelief, his eyes full of despair: "Jack! Jack Martin! Jack! Why do you do this! Why! You are committing suicide!"
The wailing reached the bottom of the river valley and reached Jack Martin's ears, making him feel more at ease.
This demon cannot resist the "curse". It seems that this "live and die together" characteristic can cut off the vicious minions of the big boss.
"I actually feel scared..." The big leader's eyes became more and more panicked. He heard the sound of horse hooves - the sound of the black horse rider climbing up the mountain in a circle on the short slope.
These negative emotions should belong to Jack Martin! They should not appear on the big boss!
No matter what situation he is in, he is wise, strong, and cruel and decisive!
"White grape! White grape! Help me!"
The colt, who was also panicking, heard his owner's call, turned around and rushed back. He was half-kneeling on the ground, his loyal lower body leaving bloody scratches on the sharp and hard rock fragments.
The big leader endured the pain, hugged his beloved horse's neck, and slowly struggled to climb onto the horse's back.
The white horse was covered in blood. It obeyed the owner's order, picked up the strap from the cactus, and carried Schneider into the arms of the big boss.
He couldn't hear the screams of the big leader, and Jack Martin couldn't feel the existence of the devil - he couldn't see the specific situation above the cliff, and he was still secretly happy that maybe he didn't need to continue to hurt himself. Maybe Wen Bucai ran up the short
The moment he falls, the duel will come to an end.
The big leader still didn't take off his mask. He found a portable cloth bag from the saddle and took out a new White Lady product. The index finger of his right hand was still semi-disabled, and two tendons on his left arm from the elbow to the wrist had been ruptured.
He wrapped Schneider's strap around his torso and shoulders, like a knight's chest strap in full armor, to hold up the classic lance posture, maintain a triangular stable holding position, and pull the trigger again.
Without his left hand, he needed the power of his soul to help him change bullets quickly. He first stuffed a new bullet into his mouth. Smelling the smell of gunpowder, he regained his confidence and turned back into a bloodthirsty demon.
He lowered his body along the half-hook of the saddle, walked around to the horse's hooves, and asked Bai Putao to obediently lift the soles of his feet. He wrapped a cloth around his partner's horse's hooves. He then stepped on the solid rock ground, but still could not make any sound.
It only took about twenty seconds to finish all this. His soul was powerful, his mind was dexterous, and his mind was quick in thinking.
He believes he can win! He will definitely win!
Wen Bucai hugged Victor and rode his horse out of the boundary between the river valley and the sky.
At that moment, he saw the scorching sun first, but he didn't find the big boss and couldn't hear any sound. The shooter's instinct drove him to continue looking for the target, and he naturally relaxed his vigilance - from a shooting perspective, he had already hid in the sun
.With the protection of natural light.
Just to turn his head, Vincent still had to gallop to maintain his speed. As long as he started running, the bullet would be affected by the cross wind, making it difficult to hit the moving target.
[Drunk Maniac] After receiving these exaggerated caliber rifle bullets, Vincent also began to feel tired. Not only did he have to protect himself, but he also had to protect Victor, who was seriously injured. His reaction speed also slowed down. When he saw the tightness on his side,
The knight on the white horse followed closely - his heart almost turned cold.
"Bang!--"
Fiery fire spewed out from the muzzle of the Schneider rifle! The warhead split into two halves when it left the muzzle! The resonance caused by the supersonic speed of the fragments was like the sound of a bell!
This is the death knell! It is the mourner who is ringing the bell!
"Has this guy been following me?! Such a close distance!" Vincent's face became extremely ugly. If he wanted to draw his gun and fight back, he had to make a choice!
The spirit body has to intercept fragmentation warheads from two directions at the same time! They are almost irregular. After exceeding the speed of sound, they beat continuously in the air following the exquisite control of [Death Knell]!
They divide and combine, just like the myotome shape of Kunming fish! They are constantly merging and disintegrating! The ballistic trajectory is unpredictable, and the head of the alcoholic spirit body is also swinging from side to side!
Vincent hugged Victor tightly, aiming with all his strength to react and fight back. Maybe he had to let go of his partner. He couldn't use his hands, and neither could his soul power!
There was no time left for him to think! The rifle bullet came across sixty-three feet through the wind, and half of the fragments hit the drunkard's fist! The other half landed on the black horse's neck! The colt shuddered!
Vincent still did not give up on Victor. He put his arm around Victor's arm, wrapped the great writer's torso, and asked Victor to stabilize his shooting posture.
"Beauty! Wake up!"
"I've been awake the whole time!" David Victor's eyes widened with anger, but his body was like a puddle of mud.
"Pull the trigger for me!" Vincent was unwilling to leave his partner. He stepped on the stirrups and tried his best to lift Victor into a trim position for shooting. "There is only a chance of two bullets!"
"Bang!--"
Remington's gun fired a blood-stained bullet. Long before the knight on the white horse used his soul power to block the trajectory, he seemed to have a backup plan!
Once again, [Death Knell] split the soft iron mud into two halves, leaving a V-shaped trace in the air. It hit White Grape's butt and hit White Grape's eyes without any hindrance!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Dare you kill my horse?!" The big boss was almost going crazy.
"His speed is not that fast! His spirit body is not that fast!" Victor has already seen the ultimate speed of [Death Knell]: "Thirty-two meters, or thirty-four meters! This is the mark target of [Death Knell]
The ultimate distance! When he attacks actively, he is very strong! When he is passively beaten! He will become weak - just like Jack Martin!"
A fragmented spirit body emerged from the back! The soul power of the big leader finally stood under the sun! Appeared in front of everyone!
It was a broken ghost that was completely torn into pieces, like a ghost that had been chewed up by Madam Bai.
The clown's costume is decorated with red and blue square patterns. At the level of the skull, there is a clock. The dial, which has lost its pendulum and suspension wire, is still telling the time and counting.
The spirit gently tapped Schneider's valve, opened the chamber, and quickly inserted a new bullet.
The big leader reluctantly hugged Bai Guo. The horse had been shot and was out of balance. It was still panting and running forward! It fled to the side of the rain forest again, trying to take its owner to a safe and familiar place!
"Bang!--"
The rifle bullet hit the rocky ground and bounced upward from the blind spot of Vincent's field of vision! It completely shattered Black Horse's skull!
At this moment, Wen Bucai had no way to save himself. He was no match for the big boss. At least in the duel between pistol and rifle. In this unfair gun fight, he was completely defeated! He had no chance to shoot the second bullet.
bullet!
The horse rolled to the ground in the dust and died suddenly. Vincent was not harmed at all. The drunkard rolled around and picked up the body, pulling Victor along the way and sending him back to Wen Bucai's arms.
"Get on my horse!" Chiopup came late from the short slope. He was shot, his body was out of control, and the horse was not obedient. He immediately gave up his mount: "I will follow! I will
Bring Jack with you!"
The bullet penetrated the old Indian uncle's stomach, leaving a reddish-brown blood stain on his overalls.
Wen Bucai didn't say anything. He originally wanted to leave Victor alone to kill the demon, but Victor had no intention of letting go.
They stopped pulling and talking nonsense and rushed back into the rainforest following the blood trail of the white grapes.
"There's one last bullet! Vincent! Use it to find the arrow!" Victor said.
"I know! I know!" Vincent pulled the reins, crossed the complicated bushes, and circled back to the northwest side of the temple, where he found new traces from the horse's hoof prints and blood stains.
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[Part2·Liuer]
The sun had just hid behind the top of the temple pyramid, and both the sky and the earth became dark.
Bai Guo's body lay paralyzed next to the stable, as if he had drank the last sip of water and finally died.
The two of them got off their horses and went into the tunnel of the underground palace, looking for the depths——
"——Does he want to escape? He wants to escape?" Victor lay on Wen Bucai's back, still unable to walk due to his serious injuries.
Wen Bucai looked nervous: "I don't know! Maybe there are important treasures to take away, and he can't bear to part with this ruins..."
In the underground palace of the temple, it is difficult for sunlight to shine in. The flickering kerosene lamps everywhere greedily grab the oxygen. The hot and humid rainforest environment turns the crypt into a quagmire. The weird statues of gods and beasts seem to be coming soon.
As if alive.
A figure suddenly ran away from the maze and crossed the T-shaped intersection. Wen Bucai chased after him!
He had trouble aiming the gun when he was running, so he used the drunkard to hold the gun and shoot!
"Bang!--"
The last bullet hit the figure's calf, causing him to stumble and fall!
Victor wants to call Hell's Highway for mind control.
"Caught?! Caught!"
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...
Mr. Keogh dragged Jack Martin back to the rainforest, but along the way, little Jack became more and more panicked.
His hands and feet are healed again, which means that the big head has healed his body!
"Uncle Keogh! That's terrible!"
He touched the tendon skin of his heel and heard the gunshots from the temple and underground palace, but no blood splattered from his body again!
"Vincent missed!?"
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"Hell's highway! Make him hand over the arrow!"
The distance was only eight feet, Vincent fired the last bullet, David Victor controlled the spirit body, and the red-skinned imp's tail shot a magic arrow of hearts at the magician in front of him!
It penetrated the cloak, making the magician tremble all over. He turned to face Vincent while holding on to the mud wall. He began to take off his clothes and dig into his pockets.
"No! No! I didn't!"
Take off the cloak, take off the magician's mask and wig, and the true face of Jim Crow is revealed!
This fat man with a sinister face actually became the scapegoat of the big boss. He put on this magic cloak, but it fit perfectly - after all, it was his clothes in the first place.
Vincent was so frightened that his whole body felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"If the big boss isn't here! Then where is he?!"
[Alcoholic] Catch Jim Crow and punch him hard!
Again and again! Again and again!
"Ah da! Ah da! Ah da da da! Da da da da da da!"
The fists like raindrops hit the fat pig, leaving bloody dents!
Jim Crow's mouth and nose were bleeding, but he still couldn't relieve his hatred. Vincent had lost his mind and couldn't accept this result. Without bullets, how could he subdue this terrifying demon? The last bullet was wasted on this idiot.
On pigs?
"I really don't know...I can't say...I..."
Big Boss Jim followed him deep into the rainforest and into the underground palace of the temple. He originally wanted to reap the benefits - while the big boss was fighting life and death with these three young people, he wanted to take away the last one.
The fruit of victory, get the treasure of Kukulkan in the ruins!
Those were the first colonists of America. When they drove the indigenous people to explore the temple, they left three gold cups and three crosses of the Trinity in the Quetzalcoatl Temple. These treasures that came from behind were buried under the treasures of the Kukulkan Underground Palace.
in three large golden bowls.
We must destroy the indigenous beliefs, occupy the indigenous territories, and drive out these bastards from the spiritual, physical and spiritual levels.
Hundreds of years later, the holy objects brought by Christians have become cultural relics. The big boss believes that they have special superpowers and can use them to get closer to heaven! But Jim Crow doesn't think so. He just hopes to change them to something newer.
If you have a lot of money, you can use this money as a political donation to get closer to the center of power in the United States!
Just two minutes ago, the big boss suddenly returned to the underground palace! He just happened to catch Jim Crow, put on a magician's clothes, mask and wig, and asked him to help delay it for a few minutes!
It only takes a few minutes...
"Vincent!" Jack Martin poked his head from the underground palace branch and happened to see Vincent beating up Boss Jim: "Have you caught him?"
Wen Bucai turned around sharply, still maintaining a highly nervous state: "Jack, don't come in! It's very dangerous here. Find a way to escape! I've run out of bullets!"
Victor was also worried: "If you don't have suitable weapons, facing Schneider Enfield's bullets with bare hands is tantamount to seeking death - the weapons your father made are extremely powerful!"
"Vincent!" A new Jack Martin came in from the other side of the underground palace: "Have you found him?!"
Both Jack Martins were wearing overalls and denim crotch pants, with one side of their suspenders broken, their arms with fractures and hidden injuries, and the Achilles tendons of their hands and feet with scars from rock flakes.
They were all disgraced, their foreheads were covered in blood, and it was impossible to tell who was who!
At that moment, Wen Bucai was so frightened that his three souls and seven souls almost left his body!
"Where's Mr. Keogh?!" David looked at Jack in two directions, like a strange mirror.
"Don't come here!" Vincent yelled: "Leave me thirty-four feet and get back outside!"
The ultimate range of [Death Knell] should be thirty-four feet, but neither Jack launched a soul attack, as if the big boss didn't want to use force to solve the matter - he wanted to completely replace Jack Martin! He wanted to completely integrate into human beings
society!
"Where's Mr. Keogh?! Answer me! The real Jack! Where's Mr. Keogh?!" Victor stepped on Jim Crow's face and howled at the Jack boys on both sides.
Jack on the left said: "He didn't follow!"
Jack on the right said: "He didn't follow!"
"He's been shot!"
"He's bleeding! He can't run fast!"
"All the bug juice is in the saddle! Leave it to Vincent!"
"I heard gunshots! But no one was hurt... You must have missed the shot! Vincent!"
"I'm so anxious! I didn't think too much!"
The two Jacks raised their hands at the same time and backed away slowly. With just one sentence each, they gradually found a wonderful conversational rhythm, until their backs were leaning against the statue of the God of Wind on the wall. They suddenly woke up at the same time——
"-fuck you!"
"-fuck you!"
"Why do you want to learn how to speak like me!"
"Why do you want to learn how to speak like me!"
Jim Crow found the right moment, turned into a mouse again, crawled to the exit of the underground palace, and disappeared in a flash.