Chapter 2273 (1/2)

It was a middle-aged man on a lean horse and dusty.

His hair and beard had not been trimmed for a long time, and the whole person looked gloomy. But his eyes, hidden in the shadow of his hat brim, swept around from time to time with the ferocity of their prey, just like picking goods in a supermarket.

Su Ming doesn't know what the state of the killers is now. Is he still immersed in the memory of that year? Or do you already know that you are in the dream of reincarnation?

But when he saw that look, the mercenary understood.

If the murderer only has the memory of that time, his eyes should be eager now. He should go to the drugstore immediately and buy medicine to save his wife and daughter.

But he didn't. There was only one thought in his eyes, that is, to kill all the people here.

”It looks like we have a backup plan.” Su Ming sighed and put Bobo down. He found a bucket and let him hide in it. ”The original plan doesn't work. Now the murderer is” dreaming soberly. ”His mind is full of hatred. He won't buy medicine any more

In the original history, he felt a little thirsty after buying medicine and went to the bar to drink some water and eat something. As a result, because the ”Heroes” who slaughtered the Indians also celebrated there, they vividly described how they killed the Aboriginal women first and then stripped their heads for money. After hearing this, he felt uncomfortable. Therefore, he had a conflict and was knocked unconscious, resulting in a delay of time.

”What about that?” Bobo shows his head out of the barrel, holding the lid in his hands.

The funeral bell took out two revolvers with a smile. After playing a spear flower in his hand, he calmly replied:

”we are in the old West, so we should use the method of wild west to solve this problem. If he wants to kill these people in memory, I will kill all the people in front of him.”

”It sounds like you're provoking him.” Bobo tilted his head, and his two corners of his mouth tilted down: ”it's like at a circus carnival, someone holds up an air gun to shoot balloons, but you don't say a word, and you'll burst all the balloons in the past.”

”It's a good metaphor. It's almost the same thing.” Su Ming closed the lid for him and poked a hole in the barrel with his finger so that the orangutan could observe the outside world: ”the butcher is a tool with self-determination. I have to prove that I have the qualification to talk before negotiating conditions, isn't it?”

The eyes of the orangutan appeared in the hole of the barrel, and he smacked his lips: ”Tut, anyway, be careful. Do you know that Harry and I have to decompose the corpse when we collect them?”

”Ha ha, good joke.” Su Ming came out of the alley with his two guns in his hand, and gave out a gloomy laugh: ”just a resentful spirit can't kill me. You can sit in the barrel and wait and see.”

With that, he went to the center of the street and blocked the carriage carrying the scalp.

At this time, you can see all the images of the street shaking at the same time, all kinds of strange eyes fell on him.

Overhead is the noon sun, and the shadow in the gray world has become very light, I do not know where the distant Eagle crow, the atmosphere immediately cooled down.

Several Cowboys protecting the scalp carriage came out with their long guns loaded. A man with a moustache and a fierce face yelled:

”get out of here! Don't get in the way

But in response to him is a backhand shot, not even to aim, from his voice in the mouth, where the death knell has locked his forehead.

”Bang!”

Although his pistol is also a revolver, its craftsmanship is from the 21st century, which is totally different from the dream of the 19th century. However, this gun realistically smashed the head into a rotten watermelon, which perfectly restored the power in reality.

This is very interesting. This memory dream also has the ability to keep pace with the times and self calculation. It seems that God and Death Angels have a lot of money for the killers.

Guan Chuangshi only gave him a biscuit box. The jailer also created a ”high-level dream” for him. This is quite like the real-time calculation program of the game.

After all, the ability of the death knell to play this is like an open hanging player.