The afternoon sun emits a sweet fragrance. It should have been a quiet day to be lazy, just like the cat on the roof. But the rich aroma of alcohol and the smell of poor quality cigars in the bar fluff the soothing sunshine.
A group of men with cowboy hats with revolver hanging around their waists sat around, each of them wearing red scarves, triangular shapes around their necks.
The bar has a very strange name - Chief! From the outside, Chief Bar is a bit gloomy, and ordinary people will feel cold when they get close to it. But the people inside don’t, because this is their territory.
Not only is the territory of the Red Gang, but the entire city is the territory of the Red Gang. Although the cities in the west are very small, it is still a city, even if it is more like a small town.
Bald Steve Boulder has been in the bar for 10 years and has been in the city for longer than Sheriff Arsena Wenger. Boulder is familiar with every corner of the city, including the Chiefs' Bar.
The bar here used to be very small, called Hibury, and there were so many people. Three years ago, we abandoned Hibury together and demolished many houses and cargo yards before we found this larger "chief".
While busy prepping everyone, Boulder asked the young cowboy in the middle. "Fabregas, do you say...will the people from the Mi Gang really come today?"
"Of course they will come unless they don't want our territory." Fabregas said and poured half a glass of wine into his mouth. After a 'gulp', he didn't know what he was drinking, and cursed.
!' Then he turned his head to look at the two wanted orders on the wall, so Old Boulder also looked over.
The wanted order was posted by the sheriff, and there were two most dangerous figures of the Mi Gang - Zhuo Yang and Kaka. However, Fabregas's avatar was also on the wanted order of the Mi Gang, which was the sheriff Anche.
Lotti issued.
"Oh--" Boulder sighed: "It would be great if the Dutch boy was there. I heard that the Mi Gang was also wanting him." After that, he limped towards the bar.
'Bang!Bang!' The gunshot suddenly rang out. When everyone looked, Adebayo was blowing the smoke from the muzzle of the pistol. On the wanted order, there was a bullet hole in Zhuo Yang and Kaka's eyebrows. The Red Gang people
Everyone knows that Adebayo has always felt that he has better marksmanship than Dutch boy Van Persie, and he thinks he is the fastest gunman in the Red Gang.
A smirk came from the corner, and Adebayo looked over with his eyes. "Song, why are you laughing at? Oh, by the way, Zhuo Yang is your uncle, you used to be in the horse gang."
"The whole western region knows that Zhuo Yang is my uncle, and we also know that the Red Gang was robbed of territory by the horse gang in the past. Zhuo Yang's horse gang. If you are fucking a tide, just wait for my uncle to come and shoot him in the head."
"I can, hehe..."
'Bang!' The wooden door of the bar was knocked open with someone's legs. The old sheriff Wenger walked in, holding a thick piece of paper in his hand, obviously another wanted order. The sheriff walked straight to the wall with the wanted order
On the side, he looked at the newly appeared bullet hole in surprise, then turned around and asked the group of cowboys with his eyes. So everyone went to see Adebayo.
"Idiot!" The old sheriff cursed with a gloomy face, and then ignored it. He put the wanted order in his hand on the wall, side by side with the original two, and patted it hard to make it stick more firmly.
The sheriff moved his body away, and the cowboy exclaimed: "Oh—"
——Philip Inzaghi!
"It turned out to be him..."
"Road Nine Killer Madness..."
"He is indeed qualified to apply for a wanted order..."
The old sheriff was very satisfied with the effect he made. When the cowboys were almost talking, he slapped the wooden wall hard, attracting everyone's eyes. 'Cough cough', cleared his throat, the sheriff was about to
When he spoke, suddenly, the chaotic horse hooves rumbled from far to near, and soon they hit the ears of the cowboys in the bar like thunder.
After a loud noise of horses neighing, the wooden door of the bar was kicked open by someone, and then a dozen people broke in.
These people were also dressed in cowboy hats, horse boots, leather jackets or jackets. Each of them had a white scarf around their necks. The three leading people at the front were the three on the wanted order on the wall.
The Mi Gang is here!
The Red Gang people gathered together and occupied the right side of the bar. Of course, they did not forget the wine glass in front of them. For cowboys, horses, cigars, beer and guns are equally important. As for women, they are nothing more than one head in the herd.
If the cow is lost, there will be new ones. The rice gang that comes in is also standing behind the three leading people, occupying the left side, Zhuo Yang and Fabregas look at each other across a table.
Compared with three years ago, Zhuo Yang looked even more ferocious, and his messy and greasy long hair became even more disgusting. His heavy beard was like thorns in the wastelands in the suburbs. His face was full of fat and a pair of hawk-eyed eyes were covered with booby eyes.
The evil spirit that shot out was chilling. Zhuo Yang grinned, and he smiled worse than crying. Except for three gold teeth shining with wealth, the rest of the teeth were already smoked by alcohol and cigars.
It's brown and yellow.
"Ho, sho, sho~~~" His laughter sounded like a saw sawing a bone.
The old sheriff Wenger took his hand away from the wall and swallowed hard. "Mi..." Before he finished speaking, a shot bullet suddenly appeared in the murderer of Highway 9 Inzaji's hand with a sawed barrel shortened.
With only a "boom" sound, the old sheriff's entire face and chest were beaten into a bloody hornet's nest.
Blood splattered on three wanted orders, and the old sheriff was blown away, hitting the organ in the corner, making accent of death.
"Vaq!" Boulder in the bar took out a double tube from under the table. He picked it up flat and before he could aim, Mibang Ambrosini's hand hit a delicate axe from the air
It flew over and was chopping in Boulder's eyebrows, and the axe blade was inserted into the skull as deep as half a cigar.
'Bang!' The double-barrel hunting rifle fired, and a big hole was penetrated with the pointed wooden roof. Boulder fell straight backwards, smashing the wooden rack with cups and plates behind him. The roof fell
The soil filled the cowboys' heads, shoulders, and wine glasses.
"Ho, sho, sho~~~" Zhuo Yang was still smiling.
The atmosphere was very solemn, only Zhuo Yang was still laughing, and his laughter was like a saw.
Inzaji lazily picked up the short-pipe shotgun troll with one hand and carried it on his shoulder, but his index finger on his right hand did not leave the trigger. Except for Zhuo Yang and Fabregas, the hands of all the other cowboys hanging on him naturally or unnaturally
Next to the gun, his palm was half open, and some people's fingers were still shaking gently.
Zhuo Yang smiled and took half a glass of beer in front of Fabregas, raised his head and drank it, some beer fell from the corner of his mouth, flowing through his dirty beard, and then to the dirtier scarf and clothes.
On the front.
Drink the beer mixed with dust, "Cough---pah!" Zhuo Yang spat a mouthful of fishy yellow phlegm into the cup and pushed it back to Fabregas.
Fabregas resisted his nausea and frowned, brushed his hands and swept the wine glass off the table, and fell to the ground to pieces.
Chapter completed!