Chapter 2274 (1/2)

make love!

Bang bang bang!

There was a lot of gunfire in the street, and the butcher had tried his best to fire, but every time he either lost his bullet or hit someone else's body.

You know, he is an infinite bullet, and the other party has to change the bullet. As a result, it can't be compared.

Monster? If the smell is right, the other end of the street is just an ordinary person. When did such a freak appear in the world?

Shot faster than the saints, and it didn't miss?

The butcher was not reconciled, but had to accept the reality, because the competition between the two from this street to other streets, from under the horse to horse, he did not snatch a head.

There are more than 600 people in the town, all of them are killed by the other party's roll call, and every time the shooter's muzzle is aimed at, the person will be robbed.

The target is dead, and the dream will be reset again, but the butcher stops the process. He quietly steps to the other side.

The town is quiet, only the rolling grass from the side of the running, and the head of the noon sun witnessed everything.

The saint put away his weapon and pressed his hand on the holster. His face was expressionless, but his heart was not calm.

”You have a good shot.”

The two approached slowly until they were twenty yards apart.

He stopped and yelled at each other. He hadn't spoken for a long time. His hoarse voice was like opening the old bellows.

”You're good, too.” The mysterious man shrugged his shoulders and was very relaxed. The two pistols kept turning in his hand and inserted them back into the holster with a Shua.

”Who are you?” he asked

See the other side lifted a long windbreaker, pressed a cowboy hat on the head: ”who are you again?”

The mysterious man returned the question, and his voice was full of fun.

But it was such a simple question that almost baffled the murderer. He knew who he was. He was the killer raised by God and angels. He was the evil spirit who wanted to revenge everything. He was the saint among the killers and the killer who could kill the saints.

But just as he was about to blurt out his code name, he stopped, because deep in his memory, he remembered that he should have a name, a human name.

But this almost endless nightmare and I do not know how long the past time, so that he can not say that name, clearly in the mouth, even muscles are in accordance with the past pronunciation, mouth opening, but can not make a sound.

He was at a loss, frightened, and then furious.

God and angels are damned. They even let themselves forget the evidence of being human before. If they continue to do this, will they forget their dead wives and daughters one day? Forget the most important thing?

Endless fear submerged his mind, but soon the cold feeling of the two guns turned it into killing intention. His anger can only be vented by killing. As long as he has the opportunity, he must kill both the angel and God!

Not only for their own suffering and revenge, but also for the merciless God took away their most precious people.

”I'm the butcher, a bounty hunter, the best shooter in Texas.” He can only answer this way. The memory of his name can be put away first. The uncertain variable is still standing there waiting for him.

But living in the last century, simple minded saints did not think of the funeral bell.

When Su Ming heard his answer, he knew that the fish was on the hook. He pressed down the brim of his hat and said in a surprised voice: ”strange, I'm the killer, a bounty hunter, the best gunner in Texas. Why do you say my lines?”

”...”

the killer Saint never expected that this stranger would not only take away all the targets of his anger, but also his code name and identity?

Take away your identity today, will you rob your memory tomorrow? Do you want to take away the dead wife and daughter the day after tomorrow?

God's plan is good!