Chapter 2275 (1/2)

The wind running through the town is a little noisy. Maybe it's a sandstorm coming and the sky is getting dark.

”You lost.”

The two guns in the hands of the funeral bell revolved twice and put them back into the holster. The mercenary went straight to the killer saint, without any fear that the other party would stoop to pick up the gun.

The victory or defeat is so obvious. It is true that the murderer is a cold-blooded killer, but he is also shameful. It is not his character to plot against others after the victory has been divided.

Even in the past, when he killed people, he did not have the experience of shooting black guns in the back of others. He would only approach the target step by step, and then kill his prey face to face. He even asked others for his last words.

That's the air of the wild west.

The saint's hands fell down. He looked up at the gray sky and sighed a long sigh, like sorrow and relief.

”I lost.”

”I'm the death knell. The so-called name snatching is just a joke, and it's not God's way to eliminate you.” Su Ming picked up the two guns on the ground, turned them over and put the handle in front of the killer: ”I'm here to talk about the conditions. I need you to help me kill someone.”

In the face of the mourner, a trace of the frost in his eyes turns.

He didn't refuse, he didn't agree, he didn't even receive the gun. He just shook his head and said, ”this is hell. It's a nightmare. I don't know how you came in, but I can't get out without the permission of angels or God.”

”Don't worry, angel, I'm ready. Although I'm a junior salesman, I don't have wings, but I'm also an angel.” Su Ming put the must kill revolver back into the saint's holster, patted his arm, one eyed face close to his ear and whispered: ”do you want to kill God? Want to revive your wife and daughter? I can help you realize your wish...

when the butcher's body is stiff, he looks at the young people around him like he is looking at a madman. Does the other party really know what he is talking about?

”Can God really kill? But he's not... ”

” well, the normal process is not to shoot first and then to see if he is killed. If you have not hit God, how can you know if he will die? ” Su Ming replied easily, then seduced: ”you hate him, right? Think of your wife and daughter, think of their faces, think of your home, he took everything from you

The butcher was silent for a long time. He invited the knell to go to the bar on the street and pulled out two glasses from the bar to pour the wine.

The bodies of the targets in the previous tavern have disappeared, and they have been refreshed by this dream. It's like a video game. The bar is empty, only the fan on the ceiling is spinning slowly.

After a sip of the wine, Su Ming could really taste it. Although the taste was very bad, it was really whisky spirit.

The butcher drank one cup after another, and he kept thinking in silence. Maybe he wanted to get a moment's peace from alcohol. Maybe he was recalling the past.

All in all, Bobo finally nodded when he was poking his head around the door.

”I can kill for you, but I need you to prove something,” he said