The bar is tense, and the cowboys from the Mi Gang and the Hong Gang will fight at any time. This is a world of bullets flying everywhere. Everyone can't tell if this is the last rising sun they see when they wake up in the morning.

The death of the old sheriff Wenger and bald bartender Boulder alarmed the residents of the town, and the men and women walked out of the house and surrounded the outer bar outside the Chiefs' bar. The duel of the cowboys was their favorite entertainment.

Framini of the Mi Gang used to be a member of the Red Gang. He felt that he might be able to make the Red Gang retreat through negotiations without corpses everywhere. Framini straightened up from the stool in the back row and nodded to Fabregas, the leader of the Red Gang: "If..."

There was a dull sound of ‘Bang!’.

Nasri fired a gun, and the bullet of the Colt M1873 revolver pierced through Flamini's neck. He took two steps back and fell down. The person next to him quickly dodged away. Flamini was lying on the cold ground, with a big bloody hole in his neck.

Zhuo Yang, the leader of the Mi Gang, did not turn his head back. He raised his eyelids and looked at Nasri, "其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其其�

The atmosphere in the Chiefs' bar has solidified. Even though every cowboy here has been through many battles, he is still suppressed by the air so that he can hardly breathe.

Song stood up behind Fabregas, hoping to persuade the Mi Gang to retreat like this, because Song was very close to Zhuo Yang when he was in the Horse Gang, which was once the most glorious era of the Horse Gang.

"Uncle..."

‘Bang!’

Kaka's double guns standing behind Zhuo Yang were unsheathed, and two 11.17mm caliber Remingtons suddenly appeared in the palm of their hands. Kaka's right gun shattered half of Song's face, and blood and brain plasma splattered many people.

‘Crazy!’ The cowboys all took out their own wheels, and the gun-holding postures were different in different models. Some straightened their arms straight, which was a habit they developed after returning from the war in the south; some held their other hand under the gunman, which was taught by the old sheriff Wenger; and some let their other hand stick to one side, and they once preferred to use daggers.

Zhuo Yang and Fabregas raised their hands at the same time to stop the bullets from pouring out. The bar freezes again, only the two guns in Kaka's hand were spinning rapidly, like the god of death dancing with a sickle.

"Come on the old rules," said Fabregas.

Zhuo Yang nodded with a smile, and the two leaders raised their hands behind at the same time. So all the cowboys put their guns on the table in front of them. Zhuo Yang and Fabregas also pulled out the Colt Rattlesnake from their legs. Zhuo Yang's wooden handle was dark red, and Fabregas was golden.

"Then let's start." He said again.

Adebayo couldn't wait to stand up: "Zhuo Yang, I'll fight you one-on-one."

Zhuo Yang grinned with golden teeth and didn't look at him, but just hooked his finger behind him, and Nesta took over Adebayo's duel challenge. "I'll accompany you, let's have fun."

Nesta and Adebayo, who was unwilling to accept his guns, picked up their guns and walked out of the wooden door of the bar. Soon, two crisp gunshots came from outside, accompanied by cheers. After a while, Nesta pushed the door back into the bar. He walked straight to the bar, reached out to pick up two bottles of brandy, and the rotor of the walnut handle plated barrel was inserted into his leg cover, and the muzzle seemed to be smoking.

Nesta placed a bottle of brandy on Zhuo Yang's table, took another bottle back to the position he had just now, raised his head and drank it towards the mouth of the bottle.

Zhuo Yang and Fabregas hooked their hands behind him again, and Dida and Amunia walked out at the same time. The two looked at each other, and took the gun and walked out of the bar without expression.

‘Bang bang’, after two very short-distance gunshots rang out, the men and women watching outside shouted: “Everything is dead, both are dead…”

Time passed by half a glass of wine, and no one came in through the door.

Nasri picked up his gun and walked into the middle of the house. He looked at Kaka with a provocative look. Louis, who was covered in a mess of hair, pushed open the wooden door and walked out. Kaka narrowed his eyes and said to Nasri: "Go, I'll play with you if I can come in alive."

Nasri, who was indignant, had to follow Louis and walked out. After a moment, two more gunfires came.

Louis limped back to the bar, and the blood on his legs poured into his horse boots and then flowed to the ground, drawing a long blood mark on the ground. Zhuo Yang handed him the bottle. Louis poured two large mouthfuls and put down the bottle and retreated.

Beckham picked up the 'Law Enforcer 1919' and pointed at Walcott with his gun: "Boy, go out with me."

Walcott was a little reluctant when he went out. He was a new cowboy, but Beckham had killed many people and visited many places.

This time there were four gunshots, which Zhuo Yang and Fabregas could hear, three of which came from the Wiesen M-10, rather than Beckham's usual law enforcement officers 1919.

Walcott pushed the door and walked in without any injuries. He had a sense of briskness and confidence in escaping from death. "I didn't die, I hit him on the right arm and waist, so I shouldn't die."

Zhuo Yang looked at Walcott with his eyes slanted. He was a little surprised at the speed of the boy's re-sucking gun. Inzaghi said, "You try again with me?" He was about to go out. He did not take the short-barrel shotgun just now, but another, a very old bulldog wheel.

"Mr. Inzagi, follow the rules." Fabregas said: "Colo, go."

Kholo Toure came out, and he deliberately hit Inzaghi's shoulder as he walked out.

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

After Bentner and Karaze died and injured again, Fabregas stopped Sylvester from challenging Yankulovsky. He said to Zhuo Yang: "Roulette!"

"Okay." This was the first time Zhuo Yang spoke after entering the bar. His voice was like a dead soul from hell.

"You and me."

"OK."

Fabregas picked up his golden rattlesnake, pushed the wheel and pressed one of the bullet bays with his thumb. His wrist flipped, and five 15mm caliber bullets fell on the table, leaving only the only one that was seeking life in the gun.

After Zhuo Yang looked at it, Fabregas slammed the wheel behind the left, and then quickly joined in and stole it. Fabregas aimed at his temple without hesitation and pulled the trigger. After the sound of the "bang" bolt hitting, the Red Gang members breathed a sigh of relief.

Fabregas pushed the life-seeking rattlesnake to Zhuo Yang.

‘Hon~Hon~Hon~Hon…’ His laughter was really unpleasant. Zhuo Yang was not in a hurry to pick up the life-threatening roulette. His right hand reached into the dirty leather jacket, took out a burnt cigar and handed it to Fabregas.

People in the west know that Zhuo Yang always has the best cigars, and only he has them.

Fabregas took the cigar over, pinched it in his hand without rushing to light it, put it under his nose and sniffed it, he made a 'please' gesture to Zhuo Yang.

"My cigar is very good, I only have it in the west." Zhuo Yang said, then put his hand into his leather jacket and took out a cigar for himself.

Fabregas was not in a hurry, he slowly sniffed the mellow fragrance of the cigar. This time, Zhuo Yang had no choice but to take advantage of the roulette. Although he was the most cunning, evil and terrifying murderer in the West, he could only bet on his life with himself here.

Zhuo Yang did not take out the cigar, but took out the Thomson submachine gun from his long leather windbreaker, nicknamed the "Chicago Typewriter".

‘Da da da da da da da…’

The sound of the typewriter typing echoed in the smoke-filled bar. Half of Fabregas's head was gone. The Red Gang members had no time to react. They all fell into a pool of blood in the blink of an eye.

The beat of the beat stopped, the smoke disappeared, and the people living were all from the Mi Gang. They looked at Zhuo Yang, who never played according to the routine, who was the most terrifying devil in the West.

"Hosh... idiot! Hugh..."

His laughter was like a rusty sawing the skull of a cowboy.
Chapter completed!