Chapter 445 Old sister?

"Such heavy rain is really rare."

Holding a thick wooden pipe in his mouth and lowering the brim of the cowboy hat, Arthur tightened his coat and threw the last firewood into the stove in the hut.

"Fang was hundreds of years ago, this was a good thing."

After sorting out the rusty medals, Dutch looked out the window with a little sadness: "It was possible to farm in that era, and it was a good thing for farmers to experience such a rain."

"You haven't planted it at all."

John, who was standing beside him, put the cooked fish soup and dough cakes on the table, and said with a cold face: "It's so heavy rain, at this time, there is nothing to do except flood the farmers' land."

"Although there are no outsiders."

Holding the fish pond bowl, Daqi said with a bitter face: "But give me the leader of the Vanderlin gang."

"If you don't think about your magical ideas all day long, we will all love you."

Picking up the bread that was harder than the one who turned his head, smashed it and threw it into the fish soup. John glanced at Dudge and ignored it: "I really don't know that this is the idea of ​​that genius."

"I said that Arnold did it, not me."

Daqi was plaguing the fish in the bowl and muttered, "I just feel that this trick is good, and it's not what I want to pay attention to, why should I scold me?"

"well."

Arthur, who was standing beside him, shook his head helplessly, blew the fish soup in the bowl, and warmed his body. Since he was beaten into a dog by Zhou Li in the underground black market that day, Dutch's personality has begun to undergo some strange changes. If Dutch's ambition and desire began to mismatch his ability when Micah was still alive, then Dutch now has a brain and hands that don't match.

He has more and more genius ideas.

It’s not really Arthur’s exaggeration. Since he came back, Dutch has been working together like an inventor. Today he has made a new idea to burn the steel locks, and tomorrow he has a sudden idea to prepare to attack the arsenal toilet at night. Although some ideas have made a lot of good things for everyone, more ideas are really bad.

Thinking of the night attack on the toilet of the Western Arsenal and preparing to dig an authentic tunnel from underneath to steal magic weapons, John and others almost experienced a handful of maggots in the sea of ​​feces. Arthur still can't forget it. John took a shower forty times that day, and all the blondes who had truly loved were shaved, and they only grew short hair today.

He still remembered that after that cessation pit, John had not said anything with Dutch for two months, and even wanted to leave Vanderlin Camp, and never asked about the world and live alone among the mountains and forests.

Then he was caught by the bounty hunter, and what made John the most painful was that the bounty hunter at that time was tightly blocked and could not make a breakthrough head-on, so Dutch came up with an idea.

Hi, yes, it's the toilet.

After being rescued by Ducky through the toilet sewer, John began to remain silent. He began to become sad. Of course, others were very happy.

Especially Ducky.

Daqi hates others to mock himself the most. What he likes the most is the kind-hearted and unknowingly mocking others.

So until now, John still didn't want to talk to Arthur. He sat aside, ate fish soup and cakes with his head in a calm and complicated mood.

After a while, Dutch raised his head and spoke as usual: "Listen to me guys, such heavy rain gave me a good idea."

Gurgle, drink fish soup.

Looking at the two people who ignored themselves and drank fish soup at all, Daqi pulled the corners of his mouth, forcibly showed the momentum of the gang boss, and said to the two, "I think we can take advantage of the heavy rain to have some food and money, otherwise our next rainy season will not be too good."

"If you really want us to have a good time in the next rainy season."

John stretched out his hand and pointed to the mountains not far away, "The trees there have been cut down enough for us to burn for fifty years, and we can also burn our coffin."

"Haha, we are the Vanderlin Gang, the number one gang in the West, why do we do these things instead of grabbing the fun?"

Taking out his revolver, Dutch injected energy into it and proudly turned around, "We will use the gun in our hands to overcome difficulties, this is the cowboy."

"well."

Arthur, who was standing beside him, sighed, and he didn't say anything. He just picked up the bowls and chopsticks silently and threw them into the bucket beside him. Then he lay on the pile of straw beside him, tilted his head, closed his eyes, and opened his sleep.

"Oh, my idea is pretty good."

Because of participating in the toilet rescue, the three men, Ducky John and Arthur, were forced to voluntarily find a small house to live. After all, two of these three people have wives, Ducky and John can't forget the look of their dislikes when they returned home.

"Sleep."

John, who was standing by, sighed. He was getting more and more confused now. He didn't know what the meaning of this cowboy was. He couldn't understand whether one day civilization entered this land, could his group of freedom continue to practice their "freedom".

After all, civilized cities will not allow revolvers to sway around the streets.

Toilet tactics are not allowed.

Thinking of this, John couldn't help but sniff the sleeves that had been washed dozens of times. He sighed and fell asleep.

"I still think this idea is pretty good."

Daqi, who still felt that he had a good idea, tickled, and then fell asleep.

boom!!!!

Just as the three of them were lying down, a loud bang suddenly woke up the three of them. Without any hesitation, three pistols directly pointed at the window and the door. The three of them stood shoulder to shoulder, with only sharpness left in their eyes.

"There is energy fluctuation in the west direction of five hundred meters."

John, who was sensitive to energy, frowned and said in a deep voice: "Six people, three on the left and three on the right, look at it."

"I'll do the three on the right."

When the cigar was lit, Arthur said in a low voice: "You two on the left will solve it."

"no problem."

Dutch pulled out the lever rifle behind him, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed across his face. The moment he finished speaking, the revolver in Arthur's hand instantly raised and pulled the trigger continuously at an extremely fast speed.

The lasso in John's hand was thrown out directly along the window. The lasso seemed to have life and twisted in the air, and was trapped towards the "people" not far away.

Daqi was relatively simple and crude. He kicked open the door, pulled the trigger, pulled the gun, and fire flew everywhere. His face was full of ruthlessness and decisiveness, and the tyranny in his eyes was frightening.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The bullets are embedded in the body, and the energy contained in them makes the crystal genius feel very painful. But as a group of completely alienated monsters, pain is just an instinct, and what they are best at is overcoming instinct. The pain does not stop their pace, but makes them even more crazy.

Accompanied by a shrill roar, six monsters with different injuries rushed towards the three people frantically. Arthur calmly pushed out the "bullets" used to accommodate professional energy in the bullet bay and stuffed three bullets he made himself.

Raise the gun, pull the trigger, bang!

The bullet inlaid with crystals passed through Jinggui's head, leaving a miserable green blood mark. The Jinggui looked ahead in shock, and then slowly fell down.

Bang!

Another shot penetrated the throat of another Jingyan. It roared angrily and bent down to rush towards Arthur again. However, the moment he lowered his body, another gunshot was heard.

Bang!

Through the head, it directly ruptured from the back waist.

Jinggui wanted to make up for his broken body, but no matter how hard he struggled, it was futile.

At this time, the three crystal bullets in Arthur's rifle chamber had run out. Facing the other Jinggui who was about to rush in front of him, Arthur was not panicked at all. He glanced at the corner of his mouth, and then under the terrified gaze of that Jinggui...

Take out another revolver.

Joke, the West lacks money and food, but people are not short of weapons.

With six extreme trigger pulls, a terrifying hole appeared on the poor Jinggui's head.

Arthur, no time for a shot.

Arthur looked to the side, and the battle between his two partners was approaching the end. John was best at controlling the ropes and controlling the enemy, and then ending the opponent with a pistol. Dutch was wild. There was a long thorn inlaid at the tail of his lever rifle. What he was best at was gun fighting technique, which was to first fire empty bullets and then rush up to fight the enemy.

When Daqi smashed the Jinggui's head with the tail of the gun, the battle came to an end. But the three people did not relieve their vigilance. They first sent a signal to confirm that Van Delin had nothing to do with the others, and the three people began to disperse, and if there was any negligence in the procuratorate?

"here."

John seemed to have noticed something and hurriedly greeted the two people, "There are footprints."

Arthur walked over with a gun in his hand. He looked around, leaned down, carefully observed the footprints, and then frowned and said, "What's wrong."

"yes."

John nodded and said solemnly: "These footprints are extremely messy and have no rules. They are not like the footprints that these monsters who are like machines on weekdays will run out."

“More like…”

Dutch held his arms and frowned, "Being chased?"

"right."

Arthur nodded, his face very ugly, "These Jinggui are not even afraid of the dragon on weekdays. Now, these things are actually chased?"

"What a terrible monster this must be."

Just as the three of them looked at each other and their faces were gloomy, a heavy footsteps suddenly came. Arthur suddenly shuddered, and John's gun was raised on the side. However, when Arthur's death eyes saw the figure not far away, he immediately reached out to press down John's gun and said terrified: "Don't shoot."

"It's a brave man!"

"Fuck me."

Daqi said in surprise: "This is really fucking scarier than Jingqi."

Slowly, Zhou Li, who led the three legions, appeared not far from the three. Across a hill, Zhou Li spread his arms and laughed: "Three!"

"Are you surprised?"

Surprise, so surprising.

Duqi resisted the urge to run away, and his eyes were also good. He saw Zhou Li and Eluma beside him. He still remembered that Zhou Li was punched into the car door. When he was about to escape, the innocent woman controlled the strange power and inlaid herself in the stone with one punch.
To be continued...