The Death Knell

The strangulation turned into the long coat that was the favorite of the Western cowboys, and the magic floating cloak shrank into a large red scarf around the neck. Then Su Ming thought for a while and asked the symbiote to use the 'Symbiotic Horse Transformation' move. Then he reached out to Bobo on the side and motioned for him to come up.

"..." The orangutan detective shook his head speechlessly as he watched the black mud surging on Deathstroke's body and a horse lifting him up between his legs.

But he still stretched out his hand and was grabbed by the mercenary, and then was hidden in the windbreaker.

"We're not sure how far this dream has progressed. It's definitely not possible to fly to the town with great fanfare. Let's ride in first and check the situation." Su Ming explained to him, and then without any operation, the strangle began to run automatically. Get up: "Act accordingly and negotiate terms with the Holy Killer."

Bobo huddled in the arms of Deathstroke, clutching the lining of his coat tightly with his little paws: "I have never heard of this person. Are you sure he can help us deal with the Laughing Bat?"

"He does not exist in the Main Diversity, but I am very sure that his abilities can be used there, just like Zha Kang's situation." The wind whistling by my ears was carrying gray gravel, like sandpaper Rubbing Deathstroke's face the same way, he lowered his head and explained to the orangutan in his arms.

There’s no way to elaborate on the whole thing. It’s impossible to say that Zha Kang, Heaven and Hell, Saint Killer, and the Endless Family were all owned by Valve before. Later, Vertigo Comics was acquired by DC, and the two universes were merged into one. One, the Holy Killer can theoretically show his strength on Earth 0.

There is no benefit in talking about these things. It will only make the orangutan think wildly, so just don't do it.

Bobo poked his head out from the collar of his coat and looked forward. He nodded. He seemed to understand: "Oh, it turns out that the Holy Killer's ability can also be used over there... But you haven't said that he has it yet." What ability!”

Su Ming chuckled, stuffed the orangutan's head inside, and said:

"Immortal, 100 hits, absolutely sure to kill, unlimited bullets, easy to remember, right? In fact, he doesn't have many abilities, but as long as he is easy to use, he can hit everything with one move, and his opponent will die if he is shot. , existence itself will be erased.”

"It's much less powerful than Superman, but why are you taking me with you when you're dealing with this kind of monster?!" Bobo punched Deathstroke's chest with his small fist. He hadn't avenged the Dark Night Master yet. If he was wiped out now, It’s so tragic: “I’m not scared, I’m just that, do you understand that?!”

Seeing Bobo panicking but desperate to save face, Su Ming stuffed another bottle of wine into his mouth to calm him down.

"Don't worry, you are a talking orangutan. Although the Holy Killer is a crazy professional killer, he is also restricted by more advanced rules. He cannot kill friendly pets, minors, black gays, etc. Wait, fortunately, the Laughing Bat has nothing to do with any of these..."

"Uh, does it sound like he's still a good person?" Bobo looked strange, as if he felt something was wrong.

"You have been in the magic world for so many years. You must know the difference between good guys and bad guys in this world?" Su Ming looked at the town approaching in front of him. It was like a gray old western set. Many people were there. The town is coming and going, a bustling scene with busy traffic: "Just like everyone is out and about, when you go to a restaurant to eat, don't check the chef's character. Just cook the food well. After the meal, you pay and leave." , this is business.”

"You are too realistic, so dark." Bobo smiled bitterly, took a sip of strong wine, and sighed: "Okay, as long as you can guarantee that I won't turn into a dish."

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For most Americans, and indeed many people around the world, the Wild West is a place filled with heroism and mystery.

In various literary and artistic works, people here seem to be wearing wide-brimmed high hats, carrying revolvers on their waists, long trench coats and high leather boots with spurs, and wearing a brightly colored print around their necks. Large square towel.

They ride fast horses at lightning speed, look powerful and free and easy, drink large glasses of wine, and eat canned beans. They are so free.

Due to the endless emergence of American movies and the rendering of various paperback and TV programs, people's impression of the Old West has been filtered. In fact, the westward expansion movement was full of various things that were not allowed to be broadcast on television.

This nightmare stayed in 1880. The emergence of refrigerated train cars gave large ranchers the option of slaughtering livestock on the spot and then transporting the meat by train to major markets for sale.

As a result, cowboys who used to make a living by herding cattle no longer have to drive their cattle thousands of kilometers to be slaughtered in big cities. While they are relaxed, they have also lost their jobs and ranchers can no longer use them.

Unemployed men do not have everything. They have fast horses for transportation, firearms that represent advanced military force, and large square towels to cover their faces to block the smell and dust. So what should they do if they have no money?

So they became mercenaries or masked gangsters.

Nowadays, it is rare to see cattle being driven through the town. Instead, there are many people on horseback and carrying guns. They will escort the bloody carriage into the town, and then look for the mayor or sheriff to redeem the reward.

Yes, those wagons were loaded with Indian scalps, and that was money.

General Sherman, the famous general under President Lincoln, also said, "How many points today will mean fewer kills tomorrow." He urged people to kill all the Indians as quickly as possible so that the noble whites could occupy better land.

The church at that time also strongly cooperated with this policy, saying that "it is the right given by God to believers to scalp the pagans."

The government organized hunting teams, which were not considered joining the army, but they brought together combat-ready people to massacre Indian villages.

You don't even need to bring weapons, horses, food, and a head on your shoulders to do this job. Of course, if you use government supplies, the purchase price will be much cheaper, so each Indian man's scalp can be sold for $60, and women and half for children.

If you prepare your own weapons and dry food and go out to exterminate the Indians voluntarily, then the purchase price of a scalp is 250 US dollars, which is a big bag of money.

Some people may not know what $250 was in 1880, but as long as they know that a good horse with a full set of saddles cost only $100, it was equivalent to a Ferrari or Lamborghini of that era.

Indians rarely have guns in their hands, and even if they do, they have no bullets. They can only rely on bows, arrows and axes to resist hyena-like attacks. Therefore, white people only need a few dozen people with guns to easily wipe out a tribe and get hundreds of them. Thousands of scalps, a sudden fortune.

When many people think of western movies, they always think of things like fast horses robbing trains and town robbing banks. But in fact, these are things that will happen in the future after the Indians are extinct. Killing the natives can make money much faster than robbing banks. Who wants to pick up money and go to a gunfight?

Su Ming rode the 'Strangled Horse' to the edge of the town. His ordinary cowboy dress was not conspicuous, except that his horse was exceptionally strong and attracted some curious eyes.

But they basically took one glance and looked at something else, because at this time, the people in the town were cheering for the return of the heroes. A large carriage was covered with canvas, and flies were buzzing around it. , more than twenty cowboys were proudly escorting the carriage into the town.

This was a load of Indian scalps.

The townspeople were all happy about this, because killing so many Indians was equivalent to protecting the safety of the town. Otherwise, they would really be worried about the indigenous people stealing their cattle and horses.

At the same time, the cowboys will spend money in the town when they make money. Not to mention the bartenders and prostitutes who are directly related, even the old man selling feed can make a fortune.

The girls in the tavern wore low-cut skirts and blew kisses to the gunmen on horseback coquettishly, while the cowboys also took off their hats to signal to the villagers, with joyful smiles on their faces and heads held high with pride.

"There is a saying that is right. The enemy is a hero and I am an enemy. The position is really interesting." Su Ming touched the head of the orangutan in his arms and scratched his scalp and said: "This is really the golden age of bounty hunters. It’s just a little worse than the old days when Swiss mercenary groups roamed Europe.”

Bobo shuddered and quickly covered his scalp. Although he knew that a new era mercenary like Deathstroke was just talking, he still felt that Tianling Gai was a little cold.

"Stop talking, it's too barbaric. Don't you want to find someone?"

Su Ming laughed, he was just teasing the orangutan.

He took advantage of the time when people were welcoming the return of the ‘cash transport truck’ and hid in an alley to let the strangler retract. He raised his finger and pointed to the end of the street: “Isn’t that coming?”