Chapter 311
Faced with the arm blocking the road.
Cole stood on the spot, took out the cigarette case, and handed it over indifferently said, "Do you smoke?"
The locomotive party glanced at Cole with a foolish look, said with a smile, "Wow, smoking boy, you are so cool."
Talking.
Turning around and shouting at the bar, "brothers! A fool came out of the door! hahaha!"
Hear his voice.
There was a burst of cheerful laughter in the bar.
He smiled and shook his head slightly.
The Locomotive Party stood in front of Cole, condescendingly, put his face close, and warned, "Now you have two choices, pretty boy.
Or, I will count to three and get out. Get out of my sight.
Or, let me break your leg and throw it in the wild to feed the vultures."
So I care.
The gang members in the bar only heard a scream from outside the door.
Along with the noise of heavy objects smashing through the wooden wall, he snorted painfully with the man.
A black silhouette.
Break through the outer wall of the bar, flew in, smashed three tables, slid all the way, and stopped at the foot of a table of locomotives that were playing cards.
I saw someone picking things up.
The locomotive party that few people dare to provoke is like a wild dog with its tail trampled on.
Pattern.
The sound of hard-soled cowboy boots stepping on the wooden floor is particularly harsh.
Under the dim light.
Like all western movies, it becomes terror-stricken at the news when the Red Guardian comes out.
A man dressed as Bounty Hunter, ignoring their threats, walked to the bar, put down an old ten-dollar bill, each minding their own business, sitting on a high-foot board, to the bartender girl Said, "A glass of rye."
The blonde bartender looked at Cole fearfully and hurriedly poured him a glass of beer.
After a while of silence.
Seeing the aggressive locomotive party walking towards Cole, the blonde girl hurriedly backed up and leaned on the wine rack.
The headed man grabbed Cole's shoulder and said angrily, "Hi! I'm talking to you!"
The locomotive party that was already ready to fight.
Faced with his gunpoint in response.
Raised both hands hurriedly and took a step back.
next moment.
The deafening gunfire of the justice trial echoed in the bar.
One bullet.
Go past the ears of the bald locomotive party, hit it and be hit, fiercely into the calf of a locomotive party trying to dig a gun.
The latter screamed, holding his leg on the ground and screaming.
This time.
The locomotive party led by swallowed saliva, a drop of cold sweat slipped off his forehead.
Although he wanted to laugh at this, in the late nineties, he was a freak dressed as a cowboy of the last century, but now his legs are shaking slightly with fright.
Simply is not the freak who likes to dress up in his imagination!
This guy... is clearly a Bounty Hunter who has no idea how many lives on his back!
Crazy desperado!
Have seen a western movie...No, even if you haven't watched a western movie, you can think of it.
There is such a precise Spear Art without looking back.
You can't learn it by practicing against a wine bottle.
Heaven knows how many people this strange guy has killed!
Return the gun to the holster, Cole took a sip of rye, indifferently said, "Before making me upset, take your guys, get out."
"Okay Okay!"
The locomotive party hurriedly backed away, greeted his subordinates, and carried the friend who was shot in the leg, and the entire group ran out of the door dingyly.
Not long.
The engine of the locomotive disappeared into the silent night.
After completing the 1st Step of the rescue plan.
Calculating the time, Wu Heart Demon is coming soon.
Head up.
His eyes happened to collide with the blonde girl.
The latter creded out in surprise, backed hurriedly, and pleaded in horror, "I, I, I...the money is all in the cash register! You can do whatever you want, don't kill me , Please!"
Cole didn't say much.
Take out an old fifty-denomination banknote from my pocket, push it forward on the bar, pick up the wine glass, and say without expression, "I will be waiting for a friend here tonight. I don’t want to If you die, just take the money and leave.
Don’t look back, understand?"
It seems a little can’t believe that this weird guy who suddenly appeared in the bar not only didn’t kill her, but gave it to With her fifty-dollar tip, the blonde girl cautiously got the money, staring at Cole for a moment, opened the back door, and drove a dilapidated second-hand muscle car, and disappeared on the road like she escaped.
Five minutes later.
Outside the silent bar door, there was a sound of footsteps.
Not long.
A young man dressed in a pure black suit with meticulous hair care, complexion pale but exceptionally handsome, walked into the bar.
Stop next to Cole, put your hands on the bar, said with a smile, "Don’t you think it’s weird? Why are you alone in the bar? It’s rare to be in a good mood, I want to get hot Have a drink."
Talking.
Snap your fingers.
An expensive goblet filled with red wine suddenly slipped from the other end of the bar into his hand.
Like the most proficient red wine expert, the young man was shaken lightly, sniffed, and then said, "Where did we meet?
Make me think Think, it seems to be your funeral."
Following his voice.
The cold evil force interferes with the reality in the bar.
The ground, the air, the broken wine table...
Everything is stretched strangely, as if dragged into the distorted space.
Afterwards.
The terrifying power that is enough to drown the soul of a mortal, like an indescribable thing hiding in the dark, staring at Cole, and rushing towards his soul suddenly.
Trying to swallow this poor worm of overestimate one's capabilities in one bite.
The moment of life and death crisis.
All mutations stopped abruptly.
Heart Demon, who had a smile on his face and was in control of everything, suddenly sank, frowned, "It shouldn’t have appeared in the hands of a mortal.
Cole ·Walker."
Follow the voice.
You can see it.
A bony dagger was placed horizontally on the bar in front of Cole.
The son of Demon King.
Heart Demon, a witch who possesses all the extraordinary evil powers of Mephistopheles, is vainly trying to conquer the world, and even dare not look directly at its existence, the horrible thing that is only born to kill angels and devils.
Cole was holding a beer glass, completely ignoring Heart Demon, a terrifying devil that could easily take away human souls, indifferently said, "I know what you are planning, devil.
But.
You don’t really think that the world that the Old Guy can't handle at Murphy, can you conquer it?"
Talking about Mephistopheles.
Its father.
Heart Demon said with a smile disdainfully, "I am not the same as him, demon-hunter, I have all his strengths, but without his weaknesses, nothing can stop my plan .
The same goes for you."
Then.
Cole smiled rarely.
He never thought that the devil, who has always been known for its cunning and elusiveness, would even give birth to an idiot like Heart Demon.
Is it because the human mother who gave birth to him is a stupid and loyal believer in heaven?
Then was the brain squeezed by the power of heaven, earth, hell, and the Trinity?
The contract of St. Van Ganza.
That evil contract that sounds like it can rule the world, Mephistopheles doesn't know how much he has used it to tease, the idiot who has been blinded by greed.
Compared with the real secret mastermind, the ambitions and tactics of the fraudster Mephistopheles and Heart Demon are as naive and ridiculous as children's drawings.
Even.
His ambition to believe oneself infallible was originally within the scope of the Old Guy plan.