Abyss Express

[Part①·Self-persuasion]

Say goodbye to your loved ones, say goodbye to your family property, and say the longest and most loving goodbye to everything you were familiar with in the past.

Jack Martin is about to embark on a rough and wandering road.

"Mr. Vincent, when the sun rises again, everyone in town will see the walls of my house."

Little Jack pointed to the ruins of the restaurant. Late at night, he put his uncle, aunt, and sister Anna into a carriage and sent them to the east coast on four fast horses. Then they boarded a sightseeing boat and sent them back to their hometown in England on the other side of the Atlantic.

"The bandits and robbers from the Perfume Bottle Gang will definitely know this news. If they can find me, they will never let me go."

Vincent was collecting Sullivan's remains, setting up a bonfire late at night, using the ogre's body as firewood, putting on a piece of fresh beef shank, served with lettuce, chewing and swallowing it into his stomach.

The broken human bones were very moist and crackled in the pile of firewood.

From what little Jack heard, Mr. Vincent's demeanor at this moment was actually very similar to that of a man-eating demon like Sullivan, and the crunching sound when his teeth clenched was terrifying.

Suppressing his fear, little Jack continued: "Mr. Vincent, I am a legal police officer under the rule of the State of Arizona in the United States of America, and I have decided to help you."

Vincent: "Why?"

Little Jack: "Because I owe you my life."

Vincent: "No, Jack. I can't defeat this powerful enemy without your help."

Little Jack: "But..."

Vincent: "Besides, my motive for killing Sullivan Okopela had nothing to do with you."

Little Jack was confused and frightened: "It doesn't matter...it doesn't matter?!"

Vincent: "Yes, it has nothing to do with it at all. I killed Sullivan Okopela out of revenge, to kill the man-eating demon in your eyes, to kill the [Wendigo] in your knowledge."

Little Jack chewed the word: "Revenge..."

Vincent: "Unlike the justice in your heart, you still believe in the law and the perfection of mutual help between people. For a moment, you even believed that Sullivan Okopela would be punished. Sanctions from the federal government, he's going to get sanctions from God - right?"

Little Jack: "Indeed...I did think that."

Vincent took the trouble to explain——

"—It's a pity, Jack, I never had that idea. Apart from paying off the debt I owe you, I don't have any special preferential treatment for you, a white man."

"—likes, dislikes or prejudices?"

"—Friendship or affection?"

"——In fact, it's like I'm going to an important place, and revenge is my guidepost."

"You have helped me as much as the vehicles on the road, as well as the good and obedient horses."

"I won't be grateful for this tool of yours. So, you don't have to have any expectations or ties to me."

When I heard these words. Little Jack stamped his legs in anger.

He first ran to the garden and violently attacked the plants and trees in the flowerbed that he usually took good care of. Then he took off his pants and peed wildly.

It was as if he had done something he never dared to do in the past. In normal times, these audacious behaviors would have earned little Jack a severe beating from his uncle and aunt!

"Vincent!" Little Jack still looked that gentle and gentle, and did not even use curse words: "Unsympathetic and unjust! Cruel and indifferent! You idiot! You are going to kill me! Why didn't you tell me earlier? What if? If you had told me earlier, I would have gone back to England with my uncle and aunt!"

Vincent swallowed the last piece of meat and glanced at the young man out of the corner of his eye.

"It's not too late for you to leave now."

His eyes were like two deep, lightless obsidian stones that could not reflect the light even under the flames. His eyes were so cold that it was terrifying.

The night is getting darker.

A postman's carriage came running from the official road.

Vincent took off the big hat from the coat rack - it was the beautiful high-brimmed hat with parrot feathers that Sullivan used during his lifetime.

Taking the perfume bottle shotgun, he changed into a new pair of shoes. Then he lightly jumped out and grabbed the rear chassis of the carriage with his soul power, leaving only an understatement, akin to farewell.

"Let's go!"

"——You!" Jack Martin watched Vincent sneak into the shed of the postman's carriage, and finally gave up the idea of ​​sounding the alarm.

Because he almost forgot that he was the police chief. The alarm bell couldn't help him, and no one dared to help him.

He wanted to say something, but couldn't.

He really wanted to say that.

"You must come back alive, Oriental."

But when the words came to his lips, they turned into a confusion that was indescribable in a thousand words.

Where am I going?

Is it the East or the West?

Is it the East Coast or the West Coast?

Catch a boat back home? Surrounded by servants, he inherited his father's title of Lord. He stepped out of bed on a soft deerskin blanket every day, played polo when he had nothing to do, and tried hard not to become a diabetic patient with a round figure. He completely suppressed the itching in his brain and went crazy. Curiosity, just live peacefully?

Or like Vincent?

Can I embark on this path?

Even if I end up outside the floating dock in San Francisco.

Even if Mr. Vincent will scatter my ashes into the sea and send them to his hometown! ?

That fool! He doesn't have a gun! No bullets either! I don’t have a dime on me!

I am a well-known rich man from all over the country! I became the police chief by buying an official position! He is definitely no match for me when it comes to escaping! I don’t have the experience to guide him on how to escape!

hey-hey! He must be trying to drive me away! To scare me! That’s why he said such unintelligible words! He is so gentle! Vincent!

he! Kind friends!

A Chinese, a wild monkey in Arizona who can’t even read a map! 】

If you think so! He can't do it without me!

He grinned and laughed heartily——

——Then we were on the road again.

With a new gun and bullets, he refilled two buckskin water bags, whistled, called the last young horse in the stable, and put on a small shiny leather saddle.

Then he looked again and again at the [arrow] on the floor in the restaurant.

"Is this the [arrow] Vincent was talking about?"

"Has he even forgotten such an important thing?"

"No! If you say that, I have to follow him even more and put this terrible and respectable artifact into his hands! His mind doesn't seem to be very smart! This is not possible!"

"If this kind of thing falls into the wrong hands, there will be countless new perfume bottle gangs in the West!"

"Wait for me!"

"Vincent! I'm coming!"

He clamped the horse's belly tightly and ran wildly in the direction of Sloth Town.

On one side of the river valley, there are multiple entrances to Sloth Town, which is surrounded by mountains and rivers.

In addition to building bridges and roads here, the Perfume Bottle Gang also does other things to make a living.

Including the Mormon Fire Festival, the Wild Beast Museum and the Grand Theater. As the largest human trafficking center in Arizona, the hotels and casinos here are luxuriously decorated and prosperous, making it one of the top tourist destinations in the entire West.

At the entrance to the northwest side of the town, there is a lively and prosperous commercial street, which is different from the quarry guarded by soldiers in the southeast - the commercial street is a sales treasury for the gentry and wealthy people, and it is also a tourist destination for artists to cultivate their sentiments.

When little Jack rode his horse and whipped his whip and rushed to Sloth Town, the young man just said:

[I want to help Vincent and return the life-saving grace. ]

When he saw the 800-lumen miner's lamp on the high platform of the tower, the scarlet-colored cigarette butts in the night, and the guns in the hands of the patrolmen.

He recoiled, he was frightened, and once again he was defeated by fear.

This was beyond his control, like a claw extending from hell, crushing his courage to pieces.

Jack said to himself——

"—Let's go to the northwest entrance first and look at the scenery, and then try to find Vincent."

"There is no way I can deal with so many people! If they know, I helped Vincent kill Sullivan."

"I will turn into a pile of rotten flesh and die!"

He was very decisive and pulled the reins to turn around and go around Wenwen Township.

Little Jack's brain is very simple. Together with Wen Bucai, neither of them can reach 150 points of intelligence. Whether it is JoeRank or JoeStar - this characteristic of a mentally retarded man seems to be an inheritance.

When Jack saw the bustling commercial street, he suddenly felt dazzled - the smell of Magu tobacco wafted in the air, and the smell of barbecue and various sausages and cooked food floated into his nostrils, almost enchanting him.

Under the scolding of the patrol guard, he quickly patted his face and tried to look awake.

He dismounted. You have to do enough security checks and remove all the bullets from the firearm to pass.

The foal asked the security personnel to lead him to the stable. Little Jack craned his neck to look at the other end of the stable, and saw the awkward look of his own horse squeezing into the water tank - look at it, it is surrounded by some of the best horses in the Colorado wilderness. A red-haired, tall-headed, big-footed horse, it was like a gray-faced poor boy who suddenly fell into the arms of a group of hot girls with big breasts and thin waists, and was a little at a loss.

——The same goes for Jack. He smiled and refused the invitation of the hostess again and again, holding the more than forty gold coins in his bag. This was all his belongings, and they were hard currency brought from his hometown in Edinburgh.

He thought that he must not be tempted by these things, he had more important things to accomplish.

The time came to three o'clock in the morning, and little Jack still found no trace of Mr. Vincent.

Whether it was the riot caused by the gunfight or the news of Sullivan's death.

There is nothing, what should come has not come.

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[Part②·Ungrateful]

Jack was drowsy. Driven by his sleepy and exhausted body, he finally pushed open the hotel door and decided to take a nap first and think about how to find Vincent when he woke up.

Along the way, he suffered a lot of grievances and suddenly started to get angry.

Yes, that's what Jack thought.

[I am so wronged! ]

[Obviously there are so many delicious, fun, thrilling and exciting three-gun games! ]

[Smash the iron plate to win the bounty, throw the dice and bet on wine, and if you win blackjack in the blackjack game, you can even win a kiss! ]

[Eat salami with a girl by your side! ]

[Why should I come to a place like this for such a Chinese! I'm so scared! ]

[Vincent! It's all your fault! My heart is no longer pure! ]

The more Jack thought about it, the more aggrieved he became. He secretly glanced at the colorful world outside the crack of the door, and then looked at the lady at the front desk.

[Look at this beautiful lady! I suddenly felt that the Perfume Bottle Gang is not so hateful anymore! ]

[Her skin looks like it has been soaked in milk! Just with my sister...Anna...]

[Same as Anna? ]

Wait a moment.

Little Jack then realized.

This commercial street has so many fresh cooked foods and so many fit, sexy and attractive girls!

It may be all caused by Sullivan's [Thyme]. This kind of soul power can keep people healthy and have a strong body - but now, Sullivan is dead.

Soon, this bustling scene will no longer exist. The sleepless life of high heat and high sugar will destroy the skin that these girls rely on for a living until they are no longer human.

Jack's already limited brain capacity was worsened by staying up late——

[——Vincent is such a cruel person... How could he bear to destroy such a beautiful thing! ]

[Even if it's an ogre! Just give him a good beating! Everyone deserves a chance to repent! Isn't it? ]

At this moment, Jack forgot the critical moment of life and death a few hours ago. He forgot his ideals and the identity of the police chief.

"Sir? Sir? Are you going to spend the night?" the front desk lady greeted politely, "How can I help you? What do you need?"

Jack came to his senses immediately. He was like a young boy who had tasted forbidden fruit for the first time. He held up the money bag in his hand and exposed all the gold inside!

"I'd like a room……"

The front desk lady's eyes widened when she saw Zhenjin, and her originally polite eyes became as wolf-like as a tiger's.

"Is it one room?! Is there only one room?"

Little Jack: "Yes."

Front desk lady: "Do you want a private room? Are you alone?"

Little Jack: "That's right...I look like a bachelor..."

Front desk lady: "How big of a bed do you want? How much are you willing to spend?"

Little Jack: "Single bed..."

Front desk lady: "Don't you need a bigger, more comfortable room? Don't you need a bigger bed? In Sloth Town, you have to live in a room above the sixth floor to see the sunrise scenery of the river valley! If If you don’t watch the sunrise when you come to Sloth Town, it means you haven’t been there!”

Little Jack: "Then...well, according to what you said, how much do I need to pay you?"

The lady at the front desk deliberately lowered her body to make the buttons on her collar look less "proper". She deliberately held the countertop to flip the housing contract and raised her plump buttocks.

Little Jack's eyes followed this spring light and glanced down.

The lady at the front desk fiddled with the hair beside her ears, licked her lips, let her tongue wet her fingers, and opened the account book. There was a frivolous feeling in her eyebrows as if she was teasing a child.

"You look like a nerd. Do you like reading? I can arrange a room for you on the sixth floor by the stairs. There is a great writer living next door. You must have heard of his famous name - David Victor. "

Little Jack was still immersed in the graceful figure of the receptionist. He was blinded by the beauty. When he heard the writer's name, he suddenly felt excited.

"David Victor?"

The front desk lady was shocked by Jack's surprised expression, and was a little caught off guard: "Yes... do you need me? Do you need my body? You can add one more gold coin..."

Little Jack: "How much does the room cost?"

The lady at the front desk said solemnly: "Two gold coins..."

Calculated based on the gold price and the net weight of the coins in Jack's hand, this price in Arizona is like a lion's mouth wide open, ready to rip off customers - but little Jack was impatient: "Here! My name is Jack Martin, register me quickly!"

The front desk lady was frightened by Jack's appearance of a hungry tiger pouncing on food, but she still refused to give up and wanted to sell her body: "I said, if you need me... half a gold coin is fine... I have a gold cutting saw here. ”

Little Jack became restless, and there was a feeling of rage growing inside him.

"Give me the key quickly! Mother-in-law! Don't wait too long!"

The lady at the front desk begged: "Just twenty-five cents... No, twenty cents is not enough? As long as you pay me twenty cents, I will lock the door and stay with you tonight..."

Little Jack finally couldn't bear it any longer, and he, a gentle man like him, started to curse loudly.

"Hey! Shameless sow! Can't you even understand English?! I'm going to see David Victor now! Now I only have the surging literary soul in my heart! How dare you insult me? You are insulting Me?”

——Five minutes later.

Jack Martin has completely forgotten his agreement with Mr. Vincent.

In other words, his secret determination was worthless in front of this door.

Inside the door is the idol of his youth, an Austrian who escaped from prison by telling stories.

"David Victor."