War Paradise

Snapped!

Three bullets blasted on the sand in front of the bloodblade, stirring up large swaths of dust. The gangsters on horseback stopped not far in front of the bar, turned over and got off the horse proficiently, and aimed the muzzle of the wooden rifle at the head of Bloodblade.

The dusty clothes of these guys were covered with dust, and their heads were wrapped in turbans and masks, and only their eyes were constantly turning. Before Blood Blade drew his gun, the four gangsters had surrounded her in a fan shape, and one of them had a strange male voice under his mask:

"Little girl, this is not where you should be..."

Bloodblade frowned and looked at the surrounding four people, placing his right hand on the holster around his waist, as if looking for a time to draw a gun.

Noting her movements, the gangster standing not far in front of her laughed and sarcastically said: "Where did you learn to play with guns? Be careful to pierce your own legs with fire."

"..."

Bloodblade didn't make a sound, but focused his gaze on the man's face covered by the mask. The other three people next to him were already leaning against her at this time, and their guns were about to hit her.

"We happen to be short of women here, follow us obediently, no one will hurt you..."

"Oh." Bloodblade's right hand trembled slightly.

"Don't move, our gun might go off fire?" The gangster who spoke mocked and said, "Don't resist anymore—"

puff!

With a soft sound, his voice stopped abruptly.

Realizing that something was wrong, the other three gangsters turned their eyes to the boss, but saw the man's left eye position and nailed a dagger.

They just realized that the three gunshots have interrupted their thoughts. The two gangsters on the left and right of the bloodblade were pierced by bullets. They instantly lost consciousness and fell to the ground. The shoulder of the gangster on the right hand was hot, and the rifle Sliding down from his weak right hand, he fell heavily to the ground.

"You bitch..."

The gangster who was hit by a bullet in the shoulder staggered and tried to escape, but was shot again in the leg and fell onto the soft sand.

He turned over and tried to resist with a knife, but the mask on his face was torn off, revealing a red face with scars. Under the horrified gaze of the culprit, the "beautiful girl" full of knife marks approached him and licked her lips excitedly:

"It's my turn to enjoy, right?"

Although the other party's intentions have not yet been figured out, the gangster has already sensed the danger. He tried his best to draw the knife with his left hand, and immediately took a knife at the position of the wrist tendon. While his hands were abolished, he also lost his final resistance.

"What are you doing..."

The culprit's eyes were full of fear, and his facial muscles began to twitch. When he saw the various "tools" that the girl took out of her bag, he finally understood the other party's intentions:

"Ah, ah!"

The screams of the culprits were overwhelmed by excited laughter.

At the same time, Lin Chi, who was sitting in the bar, continued to communicate with the own coat of arms:

"I need your power to build an altar, right?"

According to the introduction of heraldic items, as long as you build an altar in accordance with the instructions of the ancient gods, you can curse your own enemy. Lin Chi still doesn't know if the curse is a player or an NPC, and this kind of thing will be clear by experimenting.

"You don't have the ability to build altars." The voice of the ancient god whispered to Lin Chi: "Go and find local ancient people. They can build altars."

"Where are the ancient people?"

Lin Chi asked the key question, but the ancient god stopped speaking. He picked up the coat of arms and shook it, but the other party still showed no sign of answering.

After confirming that the ancient god had "run away", Lin Chi sighed.

As he expected, the process of building the altar was not so easy. However, speaking of the "ancient people" in western United States...

"Is it an Indian?"

Most of the cowboys on this continent are United States guys. When it comes to anyone who fits the title of "ancient man", America's natives, Indians, are probably exactly what they need to look for.

Determined the next plan of action, Lin Chi put the coat of arms back into his backpack, listening to the screams and crazy laughs outside the house, stood up and pushed open the wooden door of the bar.

"Can you be quiet for a while?" he said grimly.

The wasteland near the bar was full of splattered bloodstains. With the help of a torch inserted on the ground, Lin Chi saw the gangster who was bound by thick hemp rope screaming constantly, and the blood was coming from him. Eye sockets, nostrils, and mouth ooze out, and a lot of blood is lost in the position of the chin.

"Want to come and play together?" Blood Blade put down the silver needle in his hand, and the bloody skin he held in his left hand was particularly conspicuous.

"Did you take his face off?" Lin Chi looked at the "human skin mask" in Bloodblade's hands.

"To be exact, it's'plastic surgery'." Bloodblade grinned, showing teeth stained with blood: "I transplanted his companion's face onto his face. Isn't it a success?"

"So fast?" Lin Chi looked at a faceless corpse on the sand not far away in surprise.

In any case, it should not be possible to complete the "facial transplant" operation within five minutes. Lin Chi looked back at the gangster who was constantly twisting his body. Although the opponent's movements were very fast, if he looked closely, he could still notice the stitching marks.

"Of course it must be fast." The blood blade threw the face on the sand: "In this era, anesthetics have not been invented. Doctors must pursue speed in performing operations. The longer the delay, the more painful the patient will be."

"So you are still an angel in white?" Lin Chi teased.

"Of course." Bloodblade said as he took out a medicine box from his backpack, opened the box and took out a roll of bandages, and roughly wrapped it around the culprit's face: "You can't let him cool down so quickly. It's an operation."

Seeing the girl's skillful movements, Lin Chi silently retreated a step. Even though I have long admired the reputation of "Blood Blade", when I witnessed this guy's bloody operation, there was still a subtle feeling of nausea.

-While torturing the enemy, heal the enemy. This is the secret that the blood blade cannot trigger the "kill protection system".

A lot of the work of a doctor is inherently bloody, and it is common for patients to be open to their stomachs. As long as the game is judged to be undergoing treatment, you can bludgeon your opponents without being punished!

Seeing the bloodblade full of interest, Lin Chi reminded: "Don't forget the business."

"Give me twenty minutes, twenty minutes will be fine!" The blood blade was rummaging for something in the medicine cabinet without lifting his head.

Not too lazy to visit the cruel "treatment" of Bloodblade, Lin Chi came to stand beside a brown horse on the sand.

Judging from the hoof prints, the other three horses had already run away, and only this horse remained in place with due diligence, without moving.

"Mmm..."

The poor gangster whose mouth was entangled in bandages made a vague whimper. Lin Chi took off a saddle bag on the horse's back and began to rummaged in it, looking for usable props.

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