Golden Greenery

There was a tense situation in the bar, and the cowboys from the Rice Gang and the Red Gang would fight at any time. This was a world where bullets were flying everywhere. When everyone woke up in the morning, they were not sure whether this was the last sunrise they would see.

The deaths of old Sheriff Wenger and bald bartender Bould alarmed the residents of the town. Men and women walked out of their homes and gathered outside the Chief's Bar from a distance. Duels among cowboys are their favorite entertainment.

Flamini of the Mi Gang was formerly a member of the Red Gang, and he felt that perhaps the Red Gang could be forced to retreat through negotiation without leaving corpses everywhere. Flamini straightened up from the stool in the back row and nodded towards the leader of the Red Gang, Cesc Fabregas: "If..."

‘Bang! ’ A muffled sound.

Nasri fired his gun in lightning, and the bullet from the Colt M1873 revolver penetrated Flamini's neck. He took two steps back and fell. The people next to him quickly moved out of the way. Flamini was lying on the cold ground with a bloody hole in his neck.

Zhuo Yang, the leader of the Mi Gang, didn't even look back. He raised his eyelids and looked at Nasri, saying, "Hang~Hang~Hang..." He smiled ugly. Nasri provocatively let the Colt M1873 spin in circles on his right thumb. The Colt M1873 is the most commonly used spinner by cowboys. They call him the "Peacemaker." Because, without guns, there will be no peace.

The atmosphere in the Chief's Bar has solidified. Even though every cowboy here has been through many battles, they are still so oppressed by the air that they can hardly breathe.

Song stood up from behind Fabregas. He hoped to persuade the Mi Bang to retreat because Song was very close to Zhuo Yang when he was in the caravan, which was the most glorious era of the caravan.

"uncle……"

‘Bang! ’

Kaka, who was standing on the left behind Zhuo Yang, unsheathed his guns, and two 11.17mm Remingtons suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand. Kaka's right pistol shattered half of Song's face, and blood and brains splattered on many people.

‘Wow! ’ The cowboys all took out their own revolvers, with different models and different holding positions. Some held their arms straight, which was a habit they developed after returning from fighting in the army in the south; some used their other hand to support the gunman, which was taught by the old Sheriff Wenger; Others kept their other hand on one side, preferring to use a dagger.

Zhuoyang and Fabregas raised their hands at the same time to stop the bullets from both sides pouring out. The bar was frozen again, only the two guns in Kaka's hands were spinning rapidly, like the god of death dancing with a sickle.

"Follow the old rules." Fabregas said.

Zhuo Yang smiled and nodded, and the two leaders raised their hands behind them at the same time. So, all the cowboys clattered and placed their guns on the table in front of them. Zhuo Yang and Fabregas also pulled out the Colt Rattlesnake from their leg holsters. Zhuo Yang's wooden handle was dark red, and Fabregas Si is golden.

"Then let's get started." He said again.

Adebayor couldn't wait to stand up: "Zhuoyang, let me challenge you."

Zhuo Yang grinned his golden teeth and didn't look at him. He just hooked his fingers behind him, and Nesta accepted Adebayor's duel challenge. "I'll accompany you, let's have some fun."

Nesta and the unwilling Adebayor picked up their guns and walked out of the wooden door of the bar. Not long after, two crisp gunshots came from outside, accompanied by cheers and cheers. After a while, Nesta opened the door and returned to the bar. He walked straight to the bar and picked up two bottles of brandy. The runner of the electroplated barrel of the walnut handle was inserted into his leg holster, and the muzzle of the gun seemed to be sticking out. Smoking.

Nesta placed a bottle of brandy on Zhuo Yang's table, took another bottle and returned to where he was before, raised his head and drank from the mouth of the bottle.

Zhuoyang and Fabregas hooked behind them again, Dida and Almunia walked out at the same time, they looked at each other, then picked up the gun and walked out of the bar expressionlessly.

"Bang, bang," after two very short gunshots were fired, the men and women watching outside shouted: "Both of them are dead, both of them are dead..."

The time for half a glass of wine has passed,

No one came through the door.

Nasri picked up the gun and walked to the middle of the room, looking at Kaka provocatively. However, Louis, whose hair was in a bird's nest, opened the wooden door first and walked out. Kaka narrowed his eyes and said to Nasri: "Go ahead, I will play with you if you can come in alive."

Nasri, who was unhappy, had no choice but to follow Louis out. A moment later, two more gunshots were heard.

Louis limped back to the bar, and the blood from his legs poured into his riding boots and flowed to the ground, drawing a long trail of blood on the ground. Zhuo Yang handed him the bottle, and Louis took two big gulps of it, put down the bottle and stepped back.

Beckham picked up "Enforcer 1919" and pointed the gun at Walcott: "Boy, come out with me."

Walcott was a little reluctant when he went out. He was a new cowboy, but Beckham had killed many people and traveled to many places.

This time there were four gunshots, which Zhuoyang and Fabregas could recognize, three of which came from the Wesson M-10 instead of Beckham's usual Enforcer 1919.

Walcott opened the door and walked in unscathed. He had the lightness and confidence of escaping from death. "He's not dead. I hit his right arm and waist. He shouldn't be dead."

Zhuoyang squinted his eyes at Walcott. He was a little surprised at the speed of this kid's reshooting. Inzaghi said: "Will you try again with me?" As he was about to walk out, he didn't take the short-barreled shotgun just now, but another one, a very old Bulldog runner.

"Mr. Inzaghi, you have to follow the rules." Fabregas said: "Kolo, you go."

Kolo Toure responded and deliberately bumped Inzaghi's shoulder as he walked out.

After a while, a cry came from outside: "They are all dead, they are all dead again, the next couple..."

After another death from Bendtner and another injury from Kaladze, Cesc Fabregas stopped Sylvester from challenging Jankulovski. He said to Zhuoyang: "Let's play roulette!"

"Okay." This was the first time Zhuo Yang spoke after entering the bar. His voice sounded like a soul from hell.

"you and me."

"OK."

Fabregas picked up his Golden Sidewinder, opened the wheel, pressed one of the bullet chambers with his thumb, flipped his wrist, and five 15mm caliber bullets fell on the table, with only the single life-threatening bullet left in the gun. .

After letting Zhuo Yang take a look, Fabregas turned the wheel fiercely with his left back, and then quickly joined the bodyguard. Without hesitation, Fabregas aimed at his temple and pulled the trigger. After the sound of the gun clicking, everyone in the Red Gang let out a sigh of relief.

Fabregas pushed the death rattlesnake to Zhuoyang.

‘Hang~Hang~Hang…’ His laughter was really unpleasant. Zhuoyang didn't rush to pick up the roulette wheel. He put his right hand into the dirty leather jacket, took out a burnt yellow cigar and handed it to Fabregas.

Everyone in the west knows that Zhuoyang always has the best cigars, and only he has them.

Fabregas took the cigar and held it in his hand without hastily lighting it. After putting it under his nose and sniffing it, he made a 'please' gesture to Zhuo Yang.

"My cigars are very good. I'm the only one in the west who has them." Zhuo Yang said, reaching into his leather jacket again to take out a cigar for himself.

Fabregas was not in a hurry, he slowly smelled the rich aroma of the cigar. There is no trickery in Zhuo Yang's roulette this time. Although he is the most cunning, evil and terrifying murderer in the West, he can only gamble his life here.

Zhuo Yang did not take out a cigar, but took out a Thompson submachine gun, nicknamed the 'Chicago Typewriter', from inside his long leather trench coat.

'Da da da da da...'

The sound of the typewriter's tapping echoed in the smoky bar. Half of Fabregas's head was missing. None of the members of the Red Gang had time to react. They all fell into a pool of blood in the blink of an eye.

The beating rhythm stopped, the smoke cleared, and all the people alive were members of the Mi Gang. They looked at Zhuo Yang with admiration, who never followed the routine. He was the most terrifying devil in the West.

"Hang bang bang...Idiot! Bang bang bang..."

His laughter was like a rusty saw cutting through a cowboy's skull.