Sudden changes disturbed Wen Bucai's heart, and he could not recognize the real Jack Martin. The destructive power and speed of the drunkard could crush the human brain in an instant and completely end this vendetta - but he could not do it.
If the true identity of the Big Boss cannot be found, and Jack Martin and the Big Boss cannot be completely separated into two independent individuals, this curse of living and dying together will take away the most important partner in life.
Yes! Jack is a partner! A partner that cannot be abandoned!
During the long and short one hundred hours, Wen Bucai had no strength whatsoever. If it weren't for Jack and Victor, he would have to face the many monsters and monsters in the perfume bottle single-handedly, and he would have died long ago.
"Victor! Victor!" He grabbed David's hair and asked David to identify him, "These two guys! Who is the real Jack!?"
"It's me! Me!" Little Jack on the left exclaimed.
"Don't listen to this guy's nonsense! Vincent! It's me! When we first met! You stole my gun!" Little Jack on the right talked about old things.
"There are only five bullets! I always leave an empty nest! My first shot is very accurate, I'm just afraid of misfire!" Little Jack on the left added details.
Little Jack on the right knows all his treasures: "There are also bullet bags and water bags, you took them all!"
David Victor's head was pulled back and forth by Vincent. When these two Jacks said something, he had to follow Wen Cai's rough arms to pull him to the other end and listen carefully to these things.
He gritted his teeth in pain and felt as if his scalp was about to be ripped off by Wen Bucai.
"Hey! It seems that these memories prove nothing at all! Vincent! Stop torturing me!"
Wen Bucai was extremely nervous. He once naively believed that as long as he came to the United States of America, everything would be fine.
Later, he still naively believed that as long as the drunkard could touch these demons with human faces and animal hearts, everything would be fine.
Until yesterday, he still thought that if he killed the big boss, the burning fire in his heart would never hurt him again, and everything would be fine.
Today, at this moment, this cunning and vicious devil actually puts everything on the line and puts all his chips on the table at once.
The big boss bets that they don’t dare to hurt Jack, bets that they can’t let go of this friendship——
——This belief supports the backbone of the brave. It is the crucial thing for Wen Bucai to come here, and it is also the path of knighthood that Victor has always adhered to.
If they wanted to kill Jack Martin and the Big Boss together, they could do it as soon as they left Sloth Town.
This comical clown show of real and fake kings is a fatal multiple-choice question for Victor and Wen Bucai who are suffering from hardship and difficulty.
Even if he made the right choice, Jack Martin would still die.
If you don't make a choice, the real devil will return to civilized society and continue to cause harm to the world.
"Where is Mr. Keogh?!" Victor, who was very concerned, realized the problem: "Keopup! I need help!"
The T-junction is a three-way passage. Keopup must have come with the real Jack. If the Indian wizard can arrive in time, he can also provide some clues.
Wen Bucai and Victor couldn't escape. They had to keep an eye on the two Jack Martins at the same time, and always be on guard against the [Death Knell] spirit body with a range of thirty-four feet, just like a gun duel.
The real leader has left everything to fate.
He is so jealous, so envious of the incarnation of Jack Martin. Money and power cannot buy this kind of friendship, nor can they buy the kindness and righteousness of living and dying together.
He underestimated his luck and almost gave the most important attribute, the one closest to happiness, to his weak and incompetent partner. At first, he just thought that maybe this timid and weak incarnation would not live long without luck - maybe he was lucky.
Being able to protect Jack at all times can keep them in peace and naturally save their lives.
The evil devil is extremely courageous and has lost all his fangs and claws. He faced the iron fist of [The Drunkard] at such a close distance without showing any signs of weakness. He simulated Jack Martin's emotions so vividly that it was impossible to tell them apart.
Find out the difference between the two.
"Spirit! Jack! Call on your spirit power!" Victor shouted loudly.
The big leader immediately responded: "What should we do!? Teacher Victor 1"
"I can't scream!" Jack Martin cried in frustration. "It works sometimes and sometimes doesn't work! It doesn't listen to me at all! It will only come to help me when my life is hanging by a thread..."
"Are you going to take away everything from me?!" The leader cried bitterly: "Why are you so selfish?! My life, my police badge, everything I have!"
Jack Martin was in disbelief, and everyone was shocked: "You despicable and shameless guy! What are you talking about?"
"It took a lot of effort for me to find the most precious treasure in my life..." The big head said every word with pearls, and his fists were full of enthusiasm, as if he regarded Vincent and Victor as the most precious treasures: "Give me my friends back!"
Open this chain! Stop torturing me!"
Jack is the big boss, and the big boss is Jack.
They were originally a complete and independent natural person. The moment they merged and merged with each other, the big boss could also perceive Jack Martin's memories and emotions. He was familiar with the story of the three musketeers, and also understood the origins of Victor and Wen Bucai.
The four of them were in a stalemate, like gamblers who were reluctant to open their cards but were still thinking deeply during the stud session.
At this moment, the spirit shaman who revealed the destiny came to the gambling table.
"Huh..." Keopup came from the right passage of the T-intersection, holding on to the dirty mud wall of the underground palace, covering the bleeding gunshot wound, his eyes dim and full of blood.
When he arrived at the gambling table, he happened to stand next to the big boss.
"I'll just say it!" The big boss didn't expect that luck seemed to be on his side this time: "I'll just say it! Counterfeit! Uncle Keogh came with me! Now you can prove it! I am
Really! I am the real one!”
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Uncle Keogh?" The real little Jack was almost desperate. He couldn't figure out why this Indian appeared from the other end of the underground palace. There were only so many passages.
, if you follow him directly - Keopup will definitely be able to follow the road to him!
Wen Bucai and Victor faced the big boss and Keogh at the same time, seeming to have abandoned the real Jack.
The big boss was ecstatic, and his strong desire for revenge almost dominated his mind: "Knock him out! Vincent! Subdue him! Even if it causes brain damage to me, it doesn't matter! We can't let this devil run away - Uncle Keogh
!Do you have poison? Can you poison me and pass me out? I'm not afraid of death! As long as I can trap him, as long as..."
The Indian ignored the big leader's nonsense and glanced at Victor carefully.
All the answers have long been written in the smoke mirror, in that diary covered with bruises. David Victor opened it again, which happened to be the final moment of the prophecy.
Chiopup didn't know which one was true and which one was false, but he had to get the arrow.
To change into a ranger outfit, and to become Jack Martin, the Big Boss must take off his bandit clothes and leave the arrow and Schneider in the treasure cache of the ruins.
The three intersections of this gambling table lead to different exits. The end closest to the big boss is also the direction where the treasure is located.
"Kukulkan! Get this evil out of Jack Martin's body!"
Keo shouted loudly, took out the golden arrowhead from his cuffs, and stabbed the big leader in the shoulder and neck!
He avoided the vital point, afraid of hurting the real Jack Martin, afraid of stabbing the cowardly Sheriff to death. The croupier of fate revealed the big boss's trump card-arrows can awaken people's psychic powers.
, there are only two results.
Either Jack Martin and the Big Boss merge again and become one person again.
Either they separate completely and completely break the curse of living and dying together.
Any result was not what the leader wanted to see. When he caught a glimpse of the faint glow of the Yakin arrowhead, he was almost frightened out of his wits - this Indian bitch actually found the arrow! Dragging this badly injured body, he walked in
Found the treasure in the complex underground palace? Found this arrow?
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[Part2·Trek]
Victor couldn't understand the picture on the last page of the diary at first.
Keopup lifts an arrow to kill Jack Martin - this is the final revelation of the smoke mirror to Victor.
The next second, Mr. Keogh's skull was split in two. The life-killing demon came too fast! It was too fast!
This bloody crack crawled from the center of the eyebrow to the bridge of the nose, to the throat, neck and spine - the last command to cut off the spinal nerve plexus had not yet been given!
In the eyes of the big boss, his soul power was so slow! The sudden stabbing arrow caught him off guard!
The golden arrow pierced the clown mask of [Death Knell], cutting all the way down. The arrow was also affected by [Death Knell], and in the hands of Keopup's remaining body, it slowly divided into V shapes!
"Kio!" Jack suddenly stretched out his hand, and a cold steel wire emanated from his fingertips. It crossed seventeen feet, came to Victor's side, and then moved forward another seventeen feet - reaching the limit of thirty-four feet.
Shooting range, tightly wrapped around the Indian uncle's head.
But this head has completely lost its vitality. At the moment when the hypothalamus was broken! Chiopup was already dead! He could never be resurrected!
[Death Knell] The clown's dial head was penetrated by an arrow, causing the V-shaped forked arrow to open up. The big boss's face was ashen, affected by the death door effect, and his head was concussed like falling into an ice cellar - but Jack Martin was not affected.
this kind of influence.
They finally let go of each other, and these two broken souls were freed, no longer bound by chains, and released from prison.
"Kio! Keo!" Jack Martin watched helplessly as his savior was killed by the big boss. The blood dyed the devil's clothes red, and the two halves of the corpse collapsed to the ground, no matter how his catenary pendulum tried to mend it.
, this body can no longer heal.
"Son of a bitch! You deserve to die!"
All this happened too quickly, and the outcome was decided the moment the cards were drawn.
David Victor had tears in his eyes. He could not imagine Mr. Keogh's mood as he embarked on this road destined to death.
The last youngest son of the Sauk Black Hawk tribe saved them--saved Jack Martin, their enemy who traded Indian scalps for money.
"Wen Bucai! Finish him!"
The drunkard showed his true form and had to move forward sixteen feet to reach the struggling demon!
"The death knell... the death knell... the mourner..." The big leader spoke unclearly and his eyes were dim: "Protect me... protect me... stop him..."
There were flashes of light floating in the air, and the sudden and brutal air blades were like flying knife magic.
The phantom body opened the way with fists! Twenty-five hideous cuts were made in the narrow underground palace passage! They were all [Death Knell]'s death struggle during his desperate fight!
The drunken maniac's iron-armed steel fists splashed out with sonic explosions, and his fists that exceeded the speed of sound smashed all the "cutting into two" pieces!
"No..." The big boss backed away little by little and staggered a few steps towards the treasure house. Suddenly, he was hit in the side by the wine and his chin flew out!
His mandible was torn open, and half of his face was broken by the violent punch! His head hit the solid stone of the corridor hard! He couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north. He rolled out two or three meters and the drunkard could no longer reach him.
Got it!
His tongue was hanging out, and blood was flowing continuously from the injured area, soaking his shirt. He had to grope in the trouser leg of his calf to find a bottle of Madam White's solvent to treat the injury.
Can't die here...
Absolutely not, shouldn't be...
I have given up so many things, I have left behind all my cowardice and incompetence...
I have become stronger! I should be the strongest!
"[Kneller·Death Knell], help me! Help me..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Wen Bucai was struggling, bypassing the body of Keo Papp and chasing forward. The range of the spirit body limited the firepower output. After blowing the big boss's chin away, it was difficult to
Chase!
The deeper you go, the darker and darker the underground palace becomes. You cannot see clearly the head of this bedbug scumbag, and it is difficult to kill him completely!
"As long as we can reach that place, we already have it, it's enough..." The big leader's will to survive was extremely strong. He felt that his lower limbs were being bombarded by the alcoholic spirit body, and he immediately cut off his tail to survive!
"Half for you! Half for you...please..."
"Give you half!"
The calf was trampled to pieces by the drunkard! He was about to hit the thigh and femur! The flesh and blood were also strangely separated, avoiding the vital femoral artery, and used this part of the muscle as bait to be sent to the mouth of the beast behind him!
"Half for you! Half for you..."
"Let me go..."
His body was rolling around in the underground palace passage as he was beaten by alcohol. In terms of destructive power alone, Deathstroke was no match for this violent spirit body - he could only give up his flesh and blood again and again and gradually absorb these terrifying impacts, like
A rubber ball was whipped repeatedly and rolled deeper into the underground palace!
The Knight of Spades punches and kicks this piece of rotten flesh! Every blow can take away part of the bones and organs!
The big boss was still not dead. He was blown away by the incredible power of the boxing. He was tied tightly by the suspension wire and pendulum also called Jack Martin. He had to cut himself in half, leaving only part of his heart and lungs, and all the flesh and blood below the waist and spine had given up.
!Finally managed to escape!
He climbed into the treasure house with one arm and climbed to the mass graves of the tombs. He was bleeding, blind and in a state of embarrassment. It happened to be the moment when the sun was setting in the west and completely set. He touched the golden cup and touched the golden cross. Three Ah
The great golden bowl of the Ztec god rolled off the altar - it seemed that Kukulkan Quetzalcoatl had abandoned the outlaw.
"I want to go to heaven..."
"I want..."
Dozens of plump flesh worms emerged from the blood-stained gold cup. They were Mrs. Bai who had been sleeping deep in the tombs after sensing the fresh flesh. Without sunlight to persecute them, they got into the big head's facial features and passed through
The wound on the chin easily opened the bloody sore, drilling all the way up to the skull.
All of a sudden, the bandit leader's body became stiff and he seemed to have no life left.
He's not dead yet! His remaining body is still twitching and struggling...
But Wen Bucai couldn't take another step forward! From the depths of each altar in the treasure house, blood-red butterflies kept flying out!
This seems to be a witchcraft curse. Without the protection of the Sun God, those who break into the temple may not be able to leave here alive!
He ran all the way, grabbed Victor and Jack, and took them to the exit of the underground palace——
——Jack Martin still wanted to retrieve the body of Uncle Keogh, but the dense insects behind him rushed out from the depths of the underground palace like a tide!
Wen Bucai held up the waistband of his pants and dragged him out. He didn't want to let go of Keo's legs, but his thumbs suddenly hurt!
The sharp-tongued Lady White has penetrated his mouth! She crawled along Keogh’s body and onto his arm! She wanted to drill holes deep into the flesh!
"Vincent! I can't take him with me! We are leaving him behind!"
"Take his bow! Jack!" Victor didn't have much strength, so he asked Wen Bucai to hold him in his arms and shouted loudly, "He's not going anywhere! This is his home!"
Jack Martin completely let go of Keogh's body. He was just weeping and couldn't see anything clearly. Hearing Teacher Victor's words - he quickly crushed several strange insects on his arms to death, and grabbed the long bow next to the entrance to the underground palace.
, that is Mr. Keogh's only relic.
A group of bright red Morpho butterflies emerged from the depths of the rainforest. They soared into the sky, gradually blending into the red rock Gobi Desert of the Grand Canyon, and were blown far away by the strong wind.
The three brothers rushed out of the forest and returned to the savage wilderness. Wen Bucai was exhausted and could hardly move.
They looked up at the clouds, slumped on the hard rock platform, their breathing gradually became calmer, and they didn't say anything.
The six-pounder gun just stood on the scaffolding of the temple quietly, motionless.
It seems that all living things have fallen into a deep sleep, turning into a moment of complete silence among the brilliant stars.
Their backs could still feel the scorching heat left in the rocks after the scorching sun. No terrifying insects dared to pursue this scorching land anymore.
Jack Martin once made a wish to God, hoping that a stronger soul would pull him out of the quagmire, make him strong, wise, and omnipotent.
God ignored the child's request, and the devil began to laugh.
Because the devil will always fulfill his wishes verbatim, but the problem often lies here.
Beyond the clouds, looking from the vast stars to the horizon——
——The far east side, across the Atlantic Ocean, can reach Victor’s hometown.
Look west and listen to the ebb and flow of the waves.