Golden Greenery

The afternoon sun exudes a sweet fragrance. This should be a quiet day where you can be lazy, just like the cat on the roof. But the strong smell of alcohol and the pervasive smell of low-quality cigars in the bar dissipated the soothing sunshine. A group of men wearing cowboy hats with revolvers hanging from their waists sat around, each of them wearing a red scarf around their necks. ,triangular.

The bar has a very strange name - The Chief! From the outside, the Chief's Bar is a bit eerie, and ordinary people will feel cold if they get close to it. But those people inside will not, because this is their territory.

Not only is the 'Chief' the territory of the Red Gang, the entire city is the territory of the Red Gang. Although the cities in the west are very small, it is still a city, even if it is more like a small town.

Bald Steve Bold has been at the bar for 10 years and has been in the city longer than Sheriff Arsène Wenger. Boulder knows every nook and cranny of the city, including the Emirates Bar. The bar here used to be very small, called Highbury, and it couldn't accommodate so many people. Three years ago, we all abandoned Highbury together, and after demolishing many houses and goods yards, this larger 'Chief' was built.

Boulder asked the young-looking cowboy in the middle while he was busy opening drinks for everyone. "Fabregas, do you think...will the Mi Gang really come today?"

"Of course they will come, unless they don't want our territory." After finishing speaking, Fabregas poured half a glass of wine into his mouth. After a "gudong" sound, he didn't know what he was drinking, and cursed "Chete" ! ’ Then he turned his head and looked at the two wanted posters on the wall, so Old Boulder also looked over.

The wanted notice was posted by the police chief, and it featured the two most dangerous figures in the Mi Gang - Zhuo Yang and Kaka. However, Fabregas's face is also on the wanted poster of the Mi Gang, which was issued by the police chief Ancelotti there.

"Oh -" Boulder sighed: "It would be great if the Dutch boy was here. I heard that the Mi Gang is also looking for him." After saying that, he limped towards the bar.

'Snapped! Snapped! ’ Gunshots suddenly rang out, and when everyone looked, Adebayor was blowing smoke from the muzzle of his pistol. On the wanted notice, Zhuo Yang and Kaka had a bullet hole between their eyebrows. Everyone in the Red Gang knows that Adebayor has always felt that he has better marksmanship than Dutch boy Van Persie. He believes that he is the fastest shooter in the Red Gang.

"Tsk~" A laugh came from the corner, and Adebayor looked for it with his eyes. "Song, what the hell are you laughing at? Oh, by the way, Zhuo Yang is your uncle, and you all used to be members of the caravan."

"The whole west knows that Zhuo Yang is my uncle, and they all know that the Red Gang was robbed of territory by the caravan, Zhuo Yang's caravan. If you have the guts, just wait for my uncle to come and shoot him in the head again."

"I will, hehehe..."

‘Bang! ’ The wooden door of the bar was knocked open by someone’s legs, and the old police chief Wenger walked in, holding a thick piece of paper in his hand, which was obviously another wanted warrant. The sergeant walked straight to the wall with the wanted poster, looked at the newly appeared bullet holes in surprise, and then turned back to question the cowboys with his eyes. So, everyone went to see Adebayor.

"Idiot!" The old police chief cursed with a grim look on his face and ignored him. He posted the wanted poster on the wall next to the original two, and patted it hard to make it stick more firmly. When the sergeant moved away, the cowboy exclaimed: "Oh——"

——Philippe Inzaghi!

"It turns out it was him..."

"The Route 9 Killer..."

"He is indeed qualified to be on the wanted list..."

The old sheriff was very satisfied with the effect he had created. When the cowboys had finished talking among themselves, he slapped the wooden wall hard, attracting everyone's attention. ‘Ahem’, he cleared his throat and was about to speak. Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves rumbled from far to near, and soon it was like thunder hitting the ears of the cowboys in the bar.

After a burst of noise from the neighing of horses, ‘Boom! ! ’ The wooden door of the bar was violently kicked open, and then a dozen people broke in.

These people are also dressed in cowboy hats, riding boots, leather coats or jackets.

Everyone wore white scarves around their necks, and the three leading people at the front were the three on the wanted poster on the wall.

Mi Bang is here!

The people from the Red Gang gathered together and occupied the right side of the bar. Of course, they did not forget the wine glasses in front of them. For cowboys, horses, cigars, beer and guns are equally important. As for women, they are nothing more than cows in the herd. When the old ones are lost, new ones will appear. The Mi Gang who came in also stood behind the leading three, occupying the left side. Zhuoyang and Fabregas looked at each other across a table.

Compared with three years ago, Zhuo Yang looked more vicious, and his messy and greasy hair was even more disgusting. The heavy beard is like thorns in the wasteland in the suburbs. In the gaps between the fat accumulation on the face, the evil light radiating from a pair of eagle eyes stained with eye excrement makes people shudder. Zhuo Yang grinned. His smile was uglier than crying. Except for three gold teeth that shone with wealth, the rest of the teeth in his mouth had been smoked brown by alcohol and cigars.

"Hang, bang, bang~~~" The sound of his laughter was like a saw cutting through bones.

Old Sheriff Wenger took his hands off the wall and swallowed hard. "Me..." Before he finished speaking, Inzaghi, the Route 9 murderer, suddenly had a shotgun with a sawn-off barrel in his hand. There was only a 'boom' sound, and the old police chief's whole face and front Her chest was beaten into a bloody hornet's nest.

Blood spattered on the three wanted posters, and the old sheriff was blown away. His body hit the organ in the corner, making a deathly sound.

"Vac!" Boulder at the bar took out a double-barreled pipe from under the counter. As soon as he lifted it flatly and before he could take aim, Ambrosini's delicate ax hit him in the air. It whirled around and chopped right between Boulder's eyebrows. The ax blade was embedded in his skull as deeply as half a cigar.

‘Boom! ’ The double-barreled shotgun fired, punching a large hole in the pointed arch of the wooden roof. Boulder fell backwards, smashing the wooden rack behind him that held cups and plates. The soil that fell from the roof spread down and sprinkled on the heads and shoulders of the cowboys, and in their wine glasses.

"Hang, bang, bang~~~" Zhuo Yang was still laughing.

The atmosphere was very solemn, only Zhuo Yang was still laughing, his laughter was like a saw.

Inzaghi lazily picked up the short-barreled shotgun sprayer and carried it on his shoulder with one hand, but his right index finger did not leave the trigger. Except for Zhuo Yang and Fabregas, the hands of all the other cowboys on both sides hung naturally or unnaturally beside their guns, with their palms half-opened, and some people's fingers were still shaking slightly.

Zhuo Yang smiled and took the half glass of beer in front of Fabregas, raised his head and drank it. Some beer fell from the corner of his mouth, flowing through his dirty beard, and then onto the even dirtier scarves and clothes. On the front.

Drink up the beer mixed with dust, 'cough - bah! ’ Zhuo Yang spat a mouthful of thick yellow phlegm into the cup and pushed it back to Fabregas.

Fabregas frowned as he held back his nausea, swept the wine glass off the table with a flick of his hand, and smashed it to pieces on the ground.

"Hang, bang, bang~~~" Zhuo Yang laughed again.