Abyss Train

Chapter 811 The Fierce Fire Starts a Prairie Fire

[Part①·Say it again]

The flames spread from the bed to the roof, and the fire grew bigger and bigger.

Victor rushed out of the room holding Violet, leaving the silly girl with a dull face outside the side door of the tent.

——The tail of Hell’s Highway had just left her body, the Red Arrow of Hearts had finished writing all the stories, and Violet regained her sanity.

She slapped her cheeks and finally came to her senses. She saw the thin and fragile Mr. Victor, who seemed to want to enter the fire.

"Victor!"

She is no longer Violet Heinz. She has a new name, a new background, and is about to start a new life.

The story goes like this: She came from the Golden Theater in Vienna and was a famous local singer. She came to this hot land on tour with David Victor.

She loves her career and equally loves everyone who is willing to listen to her singing.

She was just caught by the kidnappers in Sloth Town by chance. They treated her as a cash cow and trapped her in this dark circus, turning her into a canary in a cage.

Her new name is Selina, Selina Clana.

Without parents, relatives or friends, I just hope that my singing voice can spread throughout the American continent and bring joy and happiness to people.

Victor and two other friends teamed up to rescue her, and now she has to find a way to escape from this hell on earth!

"Victor!" Ms. Spider only had two legs left and couldn't catch up with David no matter what: "What are you doing!"

“Selina!” Mr. David lied to Violet’s past. “I don’t have my hands free for the doctor’s bag! The diary is still in your dressing room. There are too many things that are hard to part with, and they are still in the fire.”

"You will die! You are just a small writer! How can you fight against bandits!" Ms. Selina covered her mouth and quickly avoided the wood that fell from the tent roof and the burning fire: "Victor"

"If you want to pursue the truth, you must have the courage to take risks. My friends are still waiting for me! I can feel it! Thank you too! You made me realize how precious this sincere friendship is." David Victor walked farther and farther in the thick smoke, but his eyes became brighter and brighter - Wen Bucai's iron palm and steel fist made him determined, and little Jack's admiration and expectation made him feel tormented. These indelible marks shaped the brilliant aura in his body.

"Selina! I can only take you so far! I hope you have the ability to escape from here, and may the goddess of luck protect you!"

"Victor" Selina Crana covered her face and cried. She heard the noisy voices of people beating drums and gongs in the town, and knew that she had to wave goodbye to this passer-by in her life: "Victor!"

No one responded to her anymore, and a pony with its tail on fire rushed out of the stable. She finally gave up and came back to life. She jumped on the horse, grabbed Mr. Victor's coat, and rushed out of the prison.

The golden-haired slut reopened the door to the fire scene, he grabbed the doctor's bag, took the charred diary, jumped and ran all the way from the backstage of the dressing room, rushed across the stage of the bar's prostitute market, running faster than the flames!

He flipped over the wine table, broke open the door, entered the long, narrow, dark corridor, and returned to the human zoo.

"Highway to Hell!"

The soul power was floating freely, and just lightly knocking on the iron cage, all the flying things in the sky and running things on the ground, both humans and beasts rushed out and fled to various passages!

Victor jumped over the winding guardrails, searched for bullets and weapons at the shooting range, found the door of the casino and rushed in. He saw Wen Bucai covering his bleeding eye sockets and screaming in heart-wrenching pain.

"It's like a wounded tiger!" David Victor held the diary and started painting. The flames that had just exploded on the golden hair were completely extinguished. There was a blazing fire in his eyes as he carefully savored the obscure and gloomy spiritual power and tasted the bitterness and hatred in the pheromones.

"Get away! Damn it!" Wen Bucai lost an eye and couldn't see who was coming from the gate. He pointed his gun at the person and yelled, "Get away! Leave me alone and have some peace and quiet."

"I beg you"

“Please.”

"Stop prying into my heart."

After saying this, Wen Bucai identified Victor's identity from the familiar psychic tides.

He remembered this warm aura when he first met David. It was like his skull was shattered and his brain tissue was exposed to this strange blond man! This made him panic and at a loss!

"Vincent! Stand up!" Victor tore off the diary and could see Wen Bucai, weak and decadent, curled up in a corner and sobbing against the background of the gambling table.

He was like a cracked flower, completely withered.

His heart was broken into a thousand pieces, and he seemed unable to forgive himself anymore.

He looked haggard, as if he had aged several dozen years.

  When Wen Bucai saw his own appearance clearly, he could hardly believe it. He seemed to have lost all his strength. Not only did his soul betray him, but even his young body disappeared!

The magic arrow of hearts pierced his heart. Wen Bucai was caught off guard and just wanted to shoot and kill this ungrateful golden-haired weirdo.

"I won't allow it! Never! I won't allow you to kill me with Jack Martin's gun!" Victor chanted the spell.

Wen Bucai then realized that the Remington revolver in his hand still belonged to Jack. He was already dizzy and a more useful weapon was at hand.

"Make a choice!" Victor continued writing in his diary: "Vincent! Make a choice!"

"Use that wonderfully ingenious Walker you have! Smash my head?!"

"Or stand up! Stand up!?"

"I can't believe that these fists once knocked me to the ground! Made me look for my teeth! The resentment and anger coming from the knuckles showed that this person had a strong will and determination."

"In order to protect Jack Martin and to interfere with my collection of materials, he did not hesitate to press me on the oak floor on the top floor of the hotel, allowing me to experience what friendship and silent care are."

"I have no grudges against the leader of Sloth Town in the past or today! I don't have that strong desire for revenge. Even the soul power in my body was given to me by the sharp arrow in his hand!"

"But I cannot accept, forgive or tolerate the evil deeds of this cruel thug!"

"Vincent! You can't lose any more!"

A page of a diary fell to the ground, and it contained a still image of Wen Bucai and Victor wrestling with each other, with blood splattering and teeth breaking.

Another page of the diary flew into Wen Bucai's hands. It was a freeze-frame image of Jack Martin sitting cross-legged beside Dolly's corpse, leaning forward and asking for barbecue.

"Victor" Wen Bucai drooped his eyelids, and then he realized what he had done. He actually pointed the gun at his partner - he could hardly control the desire for self-destruction in his heart, as if his body was completely grabbed by the claws of the quagmire and was about to be dragged into hell.

"I have seen many people in prison." Victor stretched out his hand, and the red magic arrow left the man's heart and turned into the tail of the red devil again: "They are losers who can't make a living and are too ashamed to survive. There are also scums who refuse to repent. Vincent, in this lawless and hot land, no one will judge you."

"But before you judge yourself, you must take this necessary path. You are not alone! A warrior should never be alone!"

  [Part②·He is the one who can become my mother]

"Idiot! What on earth are you thinking about?!" The big leader felt dizzy and his eardrums were pierced by the smoke from the exploding gunpowder in his mouth, suffering the same damage as Jack Martin.

"I'm really fucking screwed! Asshole!" Jack's heart was broken. He could hardly accept this fact. "How do you want me to face all this?!"

He wanted to continue stuffing bullets into the gun chamber, but the spirit body did not obey him. There was always a dense and tough steel wire fastening the mouth of the ammunition bag, and his soul power was protecting him.

The gunshot wound on the big leader's abdomen gradually healed, and slowly recovered under the effect of Mrs. Bai's products. The first thing the bandit leader did when he got up was to cut off his index finger. Soul power split the finger in half, and little Jack's palm immediately bled profusely, and he groaned in pain.

"If you are afraid of pain, then just cooperate! Jack!" The big boss was aggressive, stepping on Jack's chest, and asking the clone to lie down obediently: "Your soul power will not allow you to die - it is protecting us! Your soul is afraid of death and resists death. This is something I give you, you can't refuse!"

There was a strange noise coming from the theater auditorium, and the door was knocked open by Victor.

The big boss's face changed drastically. He quickly put on a mask and wig and snatched the gun from Jack.

"boom!--"

The bullets collided and shattered in the air!

The muzzle of Wen Bucai's gun was on fire, but he did not call on the soul power. He was not sure whether the ghost, which was sometimes effective and sometimes not, could be trusted. He had to use amazing hand-eye coordination to block the bullet!

"boom!--"

"boom!--"

"boom!--"

"boom!--"

"boom!--"

After using up all the bullets, the shrapnel left a sweet smell of iron in the air. The two sharpshooters barely stopped thinking about a gunfight. While reloading, the leader retreated repeatedly, stunned by Wen Bucai's incredible shooting skills.

"What kind of freak are you?"

  He uttered these harsh words, and his heels tapped lightly on the stage floor, and the entire theater was immediately split in two!

Jumping down from the huge crack, the big leader took the gold arrow from Jack Martin's arms. He had no intention of fighting, but fled quickly. He had no extra bullets to deal with these warriors with divine powers.

  Wen Bucai wanted to chase after him, and saw that the cracks on the theater ceiling had healed as before, the space was shaking and hot wind was blowing, a beam of scorching flame rushed in from the ceiling, and the fire was about to spread here!

"Take Jack with you! We have to escape!" Victor crossed the layers of seats in the audience and threw Mrs. Bai's powder into Wen Bucai's arms. He was going to find a way out.

Wen Bucai ran to the center of the stage and was shocked when he saw Ms. Wonka's body.

  What kind of horrible soul power could cut a human in half? It seemed that the flesh and blood were separated in an instant! Even the cut on the bones and brain was so smooth.

"Jack."

"Why is it like this?" Jack Martin propped himself up and slowly knelt on the stage. He grabbed Vincent's arm and said, "Why is it like this?"

"Vincent? Why?"

His mouth and nose were bleeding, and he felt dull pain from an old wound in his abdomen.

My shattered eardrum had just healed, and I still had a strong tinnitus in my head.

He tore off the five-pointed star badge and threw the police officer's ID card out!

"Vincent! This is all my fault!"

Wen Bucai didn't know the whole story, he just felt that this young man was unreasonable.

"what are you saying?"

"It's me! It's all because of me!" Jack Martin suddenly felt desperate, "If I hadn't come to America! There wouldn't be this beast! He is me!"

"He's another me!"

  It is impossible to explain all this in a few words, time is too urgent!

Victor couldn't find a way out of the dressing room, so he went to look for the front door. However, as soon as he opened the door, the hot air flow met the oxygen in the enclosed environment, and an explosion occurred!

He was blown down and overturned by the flames and fell into the audience, breaking the chairs and piercing his arms and the soft skin of his face.

He climbed up with blood all over his face, then slowly crawled back onto the stage, pulled out the wooden splinter, stood up again, and found the police badge.

"Ranger"

  Jack Martin was shocked and frightened, and he just hoped that Mr. Victor would not come to pry into his heart and discover these secrets!

That was his most admired idol, and the teacher in his life who could not be deceived or cheated. He had countless dreams in his youth, most of which were inspired by Mr. Victor's knight-errant stories.

"Mr. Victor, Victor. Don't look at me like that."

"It seems we can't escape! Do you have any ideas?" Victor said fiercely and angrily: "Jack Martin, who is the best at escaping! I need your help."

"Ah!" Jack burst into tears. He couldn't bear this kind of mental pressure. He felt that the words spoken by David Victor seemed to have a kind of magic that almost melted his guilt and resentment.

"——Let me die here"

"Teacher Victor, let me die here."

Tears kept flowing down the face of the eighteen-year-old boy.

"What if even you don't know?!" Victor patted Jack on the shoulder: "That would be terrible! Jack Martin, you are the most capable of surviving and the best escape expert among us!"

  "I don't know. I don't know." Jack kept shaking his head, wanting to take all the secrets into the coffin, but if he did that,

"If this continues, we will both die in this museum of curiosities." Victor pinned the police badge on Jack's chest again, and his worry suddenly turned into joy.

He laughed out loud, as if he had let go of everything.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Jack just felt it was unreasonable: "What are you laughing at, Mr. Victor?"

"Great! This story is great! It's a pity there's no happy ending! It's great!" Victor saw the fire approaching from the audience seats. "My life is so great to meet you two! Hahahaha! Hahahahaha!"

Jack was almost filled with courage -

——His body moved before his brain, pulling the crazy writer into the secret passage!

He had thought that this was the end of it all, maybe the flames could kill him! What the bullets couldn't do, the flames could definitely do.

As long as he dies, the Big Leader will also disappear! This will all be over!

  but

But we can’t let Victor die here! No way! Vincent can’t die here either!

  Jack Martin! You selfish bastard! Get moving! Move on!

"Where are you taking me?! Jack!" Victor was quite surprised.

Jack was anxious and angry, dragging his teacher forward and running: "Why can you give up your life so easily? Mr. Victor? I don't understand! I don't understand! What are you so happy about? What are you laughing at! Why! "

Victor grabbed Wen Bucai's hand, and the three of them went into the secret passage together, trying to cross the secret passage, open the exit, and return to the casino.

"Ah! You found the answer! Jack! You are worthy of it!"