Chapter 1579

The bar is full of tension. The cowboys of rice gang and red gang will fight at any time. This is a world of bullets. Everyone wakes up in the morning and is not sure whether this is the last sunrise he sees.

The death of old police chief Arsene Wenger and baldheaded bartender Bould has alarmed residents of the town, as men and women walk out of their homes and gather far outside the chief's bar. Cowboys' duels are their favorite entertainment.

Flamini of the rice gang used to be a member of the red gang. He felt that the red gang could withdraw from the negotiations without being left behind. Flamini straightened up from the stool in the back and nodded to the leader of the red gang, Fabregas: "if..."

"Bang!" A muffled sound.

Nasri flashes out his gun. The bullet of colt m1873 revolver pierces Flamini's neck. He backs back two steps and falls down. The people beside him quickly dodge. Flamini lay on the cold ground with a big hole in his neck.

Zhuo Yang, the leader of the rice Gang, did not return his head. He looked up at Nasri and said, "say ~ say ~ say..." It's hard to laugh. Nasri provocatively let colt m1873 turn on his right thumb. Colt m1873 is the most commonly used wheel of cowboys. They call him "the messenger of peace". Because without guns, there would be no peace.

The atmosphere in the chief's bar has solidified. Even though every cowboy here has experienced many battles, he is still oppressed by the air and can hardly breathe.

Song stood up behind Fabregas, hoping to persuade the MI Gang to go back like this, because song was very close to Zhuoyang when he was in the Ma Gang, which was the most glorious era of the Ma Gang.

"Uncle..."

"Bang!"

Two 11.17mm rimmingtons suddenly appeared in the palm of the hand when the Kaka double guns on the left behind Zhuoyang came out of the sheath. Kaka's right hand gun smashed song's face, splashing blood and brains on many people.

"Whoa!" All the Cowboys took out their own wheels, with different models and different gun positions. Some of them have straightened their arms with flat ends, which is a habit formed after coming back from the war in the South army; some have put their other hand under the gunman, which is taught by the old police chief Wenge; others have let their other hand rest on one side, they used to prefer to use daggers.

Zhuoyang and Fabregas raised their hands at the same time to prevent the bullets from pouring out from both sides. The bar was frozen again. Only Kaka's two guns were spinning fast, like death dancing with a sickle.

"Follow the old rules." Fabregas said.

Zhuoyang nodded with a smile, and the two leaders raised their hands to the back at the same time. So, all the Cowboys put their guns on the table in front of them. Zhuoyang and Fabregas also pulled out the colt rattlesnake from the leg cover. Zhuoyang's wood handle was dark red, and Fabregas was gold.

"Let's start." He added.

Adebayor can't wait to stand out: "Zhuoyang, I'll fight with you."

Zhuoyang didn't look at him with golden teeth. He just pointed at his back, and Nesta took Adebayor's Duel challenge. "I'll play with you."

Nesta and Adebayor take up their guns and walk out of the wooden door of the bar. Not long ago, two clear shots came from the outside, accompanied by cheers. After a while, Nesta pushed the door back to the bar. He went straight to the bar and reached for two bottles of brandy. The wheel of the electroplated barrel with walnut handle was inserted in his leg cover. The muzzle of the gun seemed to be still smoking.

Nesta put a bottle of brandy on Zhuoyang '.

Zhuoyang and Fabregas hook behind them again. Dida and Almunia walk out at the same time. They look at each other for a while, then they take up their guns and walk out of the bar.

"Bang bang", after two shots with very short intervals, the men and women outside the onlookers shouted: "both are dead, both are dead..."

Half a glass of wine passed and no one came in from the door.

Nasri took the gun and went to the middle of the room. He looked at Kaka defiantly. Louis, with his hair in a bird's nest, pushed open the wooden door first and went out. Kaka narrowed his eyes and said to Nasri, "go on, I'll play with you if I can come in alive."

Nasri had no choice but to go out with Louis. A moment later, there were two more shots.

Louis limped back to the bar, his leg blood pouring into his riding boots and then flowing to the ground, drawing a long bloodstain on the ground. Zhuoyang handed him the bottle, and Louis poured it down two mouthfuls and then put it down and went back.

Beckham copied "law enforcement officer 1919" and pointed at Walcott with the muzzle of his gun: "boy, come out with me."

Walcott is reluctant to go out. He is a new cowboy, but Beckham has killed many people and visited many places.

This time, there were four shots, which Zhuoyang and Fabregas could hear. Three of them were from Wesson M-10, not Beckham's usual law enforcement officer 1919.Walcott walked in unharmed, pushing the door. He had a kind of lightness and confidence. "It's not dead. I hit him in the right arm and waist. I should not have died."

Zhuoyang squinted at Walcott. He was a little surprised at the boy's speed of mending his gun. Inzaghi said, "you and I will try again?" He didn't take the shotgun, but another, very old Bulldog wheel.

"Mr Inzaghi, follow the rules." Fabregas said, "Kolo, you go."

Kolo Toure came out, hitting Inzaghi on the shoulder as he walked out.

After a while, a cry came from outside: "all dead, all dead again, the next couple..."

After another death and injury to Bendtner and Kaladze, Fabregas stopped Silvestre from challenging Jankulovski. He said to Zhuoyang, "roulette!"

"Good." This is Zhuoyang's first time to speak after entering the bar. His voice is like the ghost from hell.

"You and me."

"Good."

Fabregas picked up his golden rattlesnake, pushed the wheel open, held one of the submodules with his thumb, turned his wrist, and five 15mm caliber bullets fell on the table, leaving the only one in the gun that killed him.

Let Zhuoyang see, Fabregas left back fierce turn wheel, then quickly into the body. Fabregas did not hesitate to aim at his temple and pull the trigger. After a "click" of the gun, all the people in the red gang took a long breath.

Fabregas pushes the rattlesnake to Zhuoyang.

"Say ~ say ~ say..." His laughter is really bad. Zhuoyang didn't rush to pick up the roulette. He put his right hand into the dirty leather coat, took out a burnt yellow cigar and handed it to Fabregas.

People in the West know that Zhuoyang always has the best cigars, and only he has them.

Fabregas took the cigar, pinched it in his hand without burning it, put it under his nose, sniffed it, and made a gesture of "please" to Zhuoyang.

"My cigar is very good. I'm the only one in the West." Zhuo Yang said, and put his hand into the leather jacket, to get himself a cigar.

Fabregas was not in a hurry. He slowly sniffed the mellow aroma of the cigar. This time, Zhuoyang Roulette has no tricks. Although he is the most cunning, evil and terrifying murderer in the west, he can only gamble with himself here.

Zhuoyang didn't take out his cigar, but he took out his Thomson submachine gun, nicknamed "Chicago typewriter", from his long leather trench coat.

"Dada dada..."

The sound of typewriter beating reverberated in the smoke filled bar. Half of Fabregas's head was gone. All the people of the red gang had no time to react. They all fell into a pool of blood in the blink of an eye.

The rhythm of the beating stopped, the smoke cleared, and all the people alive were from the rice gang. They looked at Zhuoyang who never played according to the routine. He was the most terrible devil in the West.

"Say something Fool! Say say say say say say... "

His laughter, like a rusty saw, cuts a cowboy's skull.