Abyss Train

Chapter 807 Betrayal and Love

[Part ①·Death Bell]

"Are you hungry, Jack Martin? Are you hungry? Come and have something to eat?"

Mr. Magician followed Jack back to the circus stage.

He took off the clown mask, removed the tall hat, and removed the dark brown wig, revealing his true face with blond hair and blue eyes, tall and elegant figure.

He is almost identical to Jack Martin, like a twin!

"Who are you? What kind of freak are you?" Jack's mind completely collapsed after seeing the face clearly.

It seemed that fate had been playing tricks on this poor man. The young sheriff pulled out his gun again. He always thought that he was only one step away from happiness and joy!

Wen Bucai gave him hope, but also cruelly cut them off. He couldn't share the same love and hate with this yellow man.

Victor gave him hope, but also made Jack see himself clearly again, that he did not have that kind of passionate and brave talent.

Ms. Wonka wanted to take his soul away, but he died in front of her eyes without any warning!

Oh my god, she had four children? And this shameless bastard in front of me

"You actually look exactly like me? Am I looking in the mirror? Am I dreaming?"

"I"

The hammer mechanism is ready, and all that’s left is the life-or-death decision of pulling the trigger.

"What kind of evil magic did you cast on me?! Why! Why!"

Jack questioned -

"You bastard! Why did you kill her? Why!"

The magician answered without hesitation: "Because I want to give you half! ~Jack Martin! This is your reward!"

"What do you mean by splitting it in half? Oh my God! You're crazy!" Jack Martin cursed, "Even if she's a prostitute! You can just let her accompany me for a few nights! Why do you want to kill her!?"

"Let's do it together!" The magician's face was strangely flushed. "Let's eat her together?! Jack! Let's do it together! Didn't Sullivan Okopera tell you? Or is it because of this mask?"

"He didn't recognize you? He couldn't remember my face? He should feel very close to you!"

"What the hell are you talking about! I don't understand a word you say! Who the hell are you?" Jack wailed hysterically, forced by the strong spiritual pressure, and kept retreating on the stage.

"I am you! Jack Martin!" The magician pointed to the sky with one hand and gently cut the skin between his eyebrows with the other hand, separating the flesh and blood of his brain, revealing part of his frontal lobe, but not a drop of blood came out - the prismatic wound looked very much like the diamond symbol in a playing card, and very much like the pointer arrow on a clock face.

"Coming to this scorching land, I leave all my cowardice, incompetence, innocence, kindness, and shame to you. Come and touch my brain! Look carefully!"

"We'll each take half! Jack!"

"I am the head of the perfume bottle."

"I'm not surprised by Jim Crow's duplicity. That's just the way he is. If you can show me your amazing shooting skills and help me kill this traitor, I'll be impressed with you, Jack."

"After this poorly acting magician became the owner of the Museum of Curiosities, he has been trying to overthrow my rule, but he couldn't find me. He hadn't even seen my true appearance - he would never realize that I was hiding in his troupe and wearing his clothes."

"As for the other slave? A yellow man?"

"It seems that I have a close relationship with you. You did a good job! You did a good job!"

"We can definitely use his power! But before that, we may need a little help from Mr. Victor!"

"Ms. Violet is currently caring for this seriously injured and dying writer. If a spark of love can be created, then this powerful being with the power of the soul can also soothe Vincent's hatred."

The big leader spread out his arms, and the wound between his eyebrows healed immediately.

He seems to be able to split anything in half! Then he can choose whether to restore it or not, depending on his mood. If it can't be restored, Ms. Wonka lying in a pool of blood is the best example! She has been torn apart from the bones and flesh, and split in half from head to tail!

"I didn't expect you to bring me so many precious gifts!"

"This is unfair!" Jack Martin finally understood. He could always see the looming spirits, and could only have inspiration under certain extreme circumstances. This was because he was a defective product, trash thrown away by the big boss. "Why? Why? You left all the bad ones for me?"

"After getting off the ship in Washington, George Joshua found me with the arrow." The big leader hunched over, not afraid of Jack's gun at all. He gently pressed Little Jack's right hand, pressing the star-shaped gunshot scar: "This arrow has magical power!"

"It comes from Arizona! From the ancient ruins of the Aztec Temple of Kukulkan!"

"Now that I have divine power, I must repay Mr. George's kindness by building a railroad for him. I will give him my wealth, my hard work and my talent. I will use this arrow to recruit talents, expand the territory and build railroads for the United States of America!"

"I have to do this to accomplish great things, Jack Martin."

"You are too weak and too kind."

"Oh no!"

The big boss covered his mouth and spoke sarcastically.

"We are too weak and too kind!"

Jack was furious when he heard this and pulled the trigger at the target that was within reach!

"boom!--"

The gunfire flashed, and the bullet flew towards the magician's head! But before it reached the center of his forehead, it split in two! It was split in half by the invisible steel wire!

The big boss clapped his hands softly: "Yes! Your first shot is always accurate! Only the first shot is accurate enough!"

"This isn't fair! This isn't fair!" Jack couldn't control the gunman at all. He pulled the trigger repeatedly and fired bullets continuously, but he couldn't hit the target that was so close.

The bullet created a strong vortex in the wind, ruffling the leader's hair.

"That's only fair! Not only do I leave all my weakness, incompetence, lust and greed to you!"

"I left my luck to you"

"Jack! Jack! Jack! Hey! This is what's really fair, half and half!"

The big boss hugged the back of Jack Martin's head, his expression fanatical and excited.

"I thought you were really good for nothing, just a piece of trash, but fate brought you to me again! Such a strong attraction! Bringing back two such important companions for me!"

"With them! I don't have to work for the Pacific Railroad anymore!"

"I will continue to explore the mysteries of the temple and find the bones and blood of the saint! I will follow this arrow! I will find a way to become a god!"

"Are you crazy?" Jack Martin cursed loudly, but a bloody wound appeared on his face.

That was the scratch left on the side of the big leader's face when the bullet fragments split into two!

This wound is like the devil's curse, clearly reflected on Jack Martin's face!

"You always get hurt by your stupid actions." The big boss raised his right hand and showed the scar between his palm and fingers: "Luck is always on your side, Jack. It can save you from danger."

"When I release this sacred soul power, we will merge again and become an independent, free, brand new natural person."

"No one will know who the boss of the perfume bottle is. As the sheriff of Sanyang Town, you can also take over the industry of Sloth Town."

"Wen Bucai and Victor will become your right-hand men and left-hand men," the big boss called softly, his mouthpiece moving around Jack's ear: "From now on, there will be no perfume bottle, only your Schneider!"

[Part②: Beyond Destiny]

"Snyder is better than Dresser!" Jack said in a daze.

Big Boss: "Yes, Snyder is better than Dresser!"

Jack: "Snyder is just better than Dresser!"

Big Chief: "No one dares to bully you anymore, no one. Snyder is stronger than Dresser!"

Jack: "I don't have to wear a veil anymore?" "Ask your warrant officer to wear an Indian feather crown and turn his head into a smashed watermelon to feed the black slaves." The big leader smiled and whispered softly.

Jack's eyes also became fanatical: "I won't allow anyone to insult my father!"

"You are from a noble family, and we have a good father." The big leader emphasized: "He is a hero of the British!"

Jack stretched out his hand, and the big leader's face was full of surprise, and his mouth was almost smiling into a crescent shape.

This was the best time for him to get clean and go ashore. He had done so much dirty work for the Pacific Railroad that he could never return to the civilized world. George Joshua was a West Point graduate and a leader of the Rangers! How could he possibly get in touch with a bandit leader?

Now that Jack Martin has taken the initiative to find the big boss, it seems that the goddess of fate has pointed out the next path in his life!

Become one with him again, put on the sheriff's clothes, and do a lot in life!

The leader did not hesitate at all and held Jack's hand tightly.

"Come on! Jack Martin! Come! Hug me! Hug yourself!"

"It seems that I can't refuse." Jack said in a daze: "I like it. I really like it. I like these things very much! I like it very much! This town is so charming!"

"Of course!" The Big Leader squeezed Jack's hand tightly. "I am the glutton in your stomach! Of course I know what you like! I know! These are the things that you and I love deep in our souls!"

Without the consent of the other half, the two incomplete souls cannot be successfully integrated.

Like split personalities, they always have to fight—

——Unless Jack and the Big Leader recognize and understand each other, they can’t be completely integrated.

"I feel it! I feel it!" The big boss saw it clearly. His fingers gradually turned into mud and were about to be embedded with Jack Martin's body!

Jack smiled foolishly, "Vincent is going to become my little follower!?"

The big boss nodded excitedly: "The premise is that Mr. Victor is willing to cooperate."

Jack: "I have a lot of money! I can arrange a newspaper for Mr. David alone!"

Big Boss: "He can write whatever he wants! No one will tell him what to do!"

Jack: "He will agree, right? He will agree, right?"

Big Leader: "That's right! We will be his witnesses!"

The two hands have completely merged into one. Originally they were deformed and twisted, but now only five fingers remain.

The flesh and blood of the forearm will also gradually absorb and merge with each other——

"——Jack!" Jack Martin said to the Big Leader with ecstasy on his face: "Jack! I feel it! Jack! Wow!"

“Hahahahahahaha!” The Big Leader could also detect some of Jack Martin’s memories: “How many stupid things have you done.”

"Fuck you!" Jack Martin's face changed drastically.

He swung his left fist and hit the leader in the face! Without any hesitation!

Then he spat out a mouthful of blood and his teeth flew out.

He couldn't even believe that he had such strong arm strength.

"What are you doing! Are you crazy!" The leader's body tilted and fell on the stage with Jack.

"The more I understand you, the angrier I get! Jack Martin! Another me! -" Jack's eyes were blazing with anger, and his fists were stained with his own blood: "I can't understand you at all! There is no way I can recognize you!"

"Sharing a body with you? Living again?"

His head hit the big leader's forehead hard, and both of them felt dizzy and stars appeared in the sky.

"Unforgivable! Damn it! Damn it! I can never forgive you!"

Little Jack's five fingers separated from the cruel demon again. He just took a light taste and just glanced at the big leader's memories - he felt nauseous and could hardly suppress the rage in his heart.

"How many fucking people have you killed? Your sins are so monstrous!"

The sheriff of Sanyang Town had his face covered in blood and tears.

"The bandit you raised killed my little Dolly! And now he's coming to harm Uncle Bayan! Are you going to kill my whole family?!"

"Just because I saved a Chinese worker?! Just because I gave him a sip of water?!"

The big boss wiped the blood from his mouth, his face full of disbelief: "Jack Martin!"

"Don't yell my name with that dirty mouth of yours!" Little Jack clenched his pistol and quickly reloaded. "I'd rather die in Edinburgh! Die on the polo field! Fall off a horse and die headfirst! Let my dad send me to the gun-testing training ground! Use my head as a live target!"

The big boss screamed: "Killing me is killing yourself! Idiot!"

"boom!--"

The continuous sound of gunfire gave the answer, but these weak bullets could not hurt the leader at all!

Before shattering his brain, the bullet was split into two, as if cut by invisible steel wire!

The bullet passed by the magician's side, leaving a series of eye-catching sword marks on the stage floor!

"Fuck you, you bastard!" Jack fired two more shots, with only one bullet left.

The big leader did not dodge, he wanted this brat to feel the pain!

He was shot in the stomach, the bullet rolled between his intestines, and a bloody wound appeared in his lower back!

Jack's eyes were blank and the suspenders of his pants were shattered by a huge force!

He felt a dull pain in his abdomen, as if he was hit by a golf ball, and then his body became unbalanced, as if an explosion had occurred behind his waist!

He felt the intense pain, and his nose and tears became more and more. He was so dull that the gunshot wound made him understand Vincent's pain.

Perhaps this little bit of physical pain is far less than one ten-thousandth of the deep blood feud.

He covered his tattered clothes and pressed the wound, but more blood came out from his lower back.

"Idiot!" The big boss sat on the floor, cursing loudly, "It's unreasonable! Jack Martin! Look at yourself! Look at what you have done! Do you feel it? Do you feel it? If you are afraid of pain, don't shoot at me again!"

Jack couldn't speak anymore, his tongue was twitching and numb from the pain. He wasn't sure if he could fire the last bullet, his hands were still shaking, and he couldn't control the gun line properly.

The big boss pulled out a bottle of milky white powder from his pocket, and it seemed that he had a backup plan.

"You are a useless person who is always causing trouble and can't do anything good! If you want to survive, you have to rely on me!"

"This is a treasure found in the temple ruins! It can heal our wounds, if you know what's good for you."

"Damn it, I can't seem to hit you! What the hell should I do?" Jack ignored the big boss. He was so frustrated and annoyed that he could hardly aim.

"Ha! Are you pretending to be pitiful, little darling?" The Big Leader unscrewed the bottle and poured black powder on the wound, preparing to use the heat from the burning flame to activate the healing power of the temple relics.

Jack couldn't stop the bleeding. He felt his strength was getting weaker and weaker. The amber arrowhead in his pocket was pulled by the strange force and cut the flesh along the wound. After struggling and twisting back and forth several times, the arrow carved a bloody clover flower on his skin.

He turned the gun around and stabbed it into his own mouth.

"boom!--"

[Real name: Jack Martin]

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