Abyss Train

Chapter 818 Triple Report

[Part①·Evildoers will be punished by their own evildoers]

"Dead?! Butler Defen is dead?" someone screamed.

"The big boss shot the old guy in the head with one shot! Great! Great!" someone cheered.

Jack Martin felt like he was hiding among a group of bloodthirsty jackals. He finally saw clearly what Defen was wearing and was sure that this was an acquaintance from his old estate, the estate manager who had taken care of him since he was a child.

  Yes

The Big Boss is here! He is here!

I didn't expect that Defen was also helping him! Helping him do these unscrupulous and evil things! This old dog deserves to die!

"Hahahahaha! Hahahahaha!"

Jack Martin was shocked and angry, but he could only force a smile and followed the local workers around him to completely integrate into the wolf pack.

The old butler from Britain always liked to set rules and make these cannibalistic bandits from Arizona obey him. Although he was the mouthpiece of the big leader, he couldn't make people happy. Everyone in the temporary camp hated this old dog.

Now that he was shot dead by Jack Martin, it has become a morale booster.

"Boss! You did a great job!" shouted the old redneck who was lying in a hammock drinking.

"Take me to the stable." Jack Martin ignored him and said casually to the hired worker beside him.

Someone immediately came to lead the way, respectfully offering cigarettes and wine.

——Where had Jack ever been treated like this? In the past, he was the one who delivered wine to the warrant officers and his colleagues in the Rangers. He immediately grabbed these things, took the bottle and started drinking, and even when his eyes were red from drinking, he still couldn't bear to throw away the empty bottle.

“Hahahahahahaha! Hahahahahaha!”

  It turns out that another self has always been able to attract attention and gain the respect of so many people?

Is it really so wonderful to be needed by others?

He kicked the helper away, and the guy rolled into the manger.

"Bring my horse! And two more! No!"

Jack Martin immediately changed his mind and said he had to take an extra horse for Mr. Keogh.

"I want three horses!"

The hired worker, who was dizzy from the fall, quickly got up, his face full of fear but still smiling, and brought the reins and prepared the saddle, taking care of the leather rope and saddle, and handed them all to Jack Martin.

"And there are guns! I want a gun!" Jack rode his red horse slowly back to the settlement square, shouting loudly: "Give me a gun!"

The bandits handed over all the perfume bottles, but Jack suddenly got angry after an idea.

"What kind of garbage is this?! You should all use Schneider! Use fixed-charge paper shell bullets! This kind of crap should be thrown into the fire and burned as firewood!"

A fat chef didn't quite understand and muttered, "Boss, what do you mean?"

"Burn it! Trash should be burned!" Jack emphasized: "Throw it into the campfire and burn it!"

No one dares to do this. The purpose of the perfume bottle and its corporate culture come from this fulminate of mercury double-barreled gun.

Its design structure is simple and the manufacturing cost is low. Even ordinary people who have never learned to shoot can hit the target accurately by shooting two bullets at a time.

  It is the bandits' dream! It is a tool for them to rise up and become the master! It is a weapon for burning, killing and looting! It is a treasure used to manage slaves, kill slaves and exploit slaves!

As long as you take it and are lucky enough, you can exchange a bullet and bring back a human skin for eight dollars.

  "Burn it!" Jack Martin was arrogant and gradually mastered the method of subduing the wolves! Only violence can control violence! It is useless to reason with these bandits!

He took a revolver from the body of a henchman beside him and pointed it at the chef's nose.

"Burn it!"

The chef looked at his lover reluctantly, but was reluctant to take action until the hammer of the revolver was in place and he only needed to move his fingers to turn his head into a watermelon.

  The fat brother finally closed his eyes, dropped his weapon, and then cried in pain!

It seemed that letting these bandits abandon their tools for wielding violence was more painful than killing them.

Someone took the lead, and others followed suit. Perfume bottles were put into the campfire one after another, and the gunpowder remaining in the gun chamber made crackling sounds from time to time.

There were still fifty or sixty members of the Perfume Bottle gang, all with dejected faces, ready to wail and cry.

Jack Martin's mind was full of ideas one after another -

"——Do you know why I'm doing this?!"

No one dared to respond to the chief, as they were all wailing for their old wives.

"The Schneider rifle is the technological culmination of the British Royal Arsenal! It is advanced! It is the progress of the times! It is a powerful weapon!"

Jack Martin looked at this group of ogres and found them both ridiculous and terrifying.

These vicious bandits who robbed and looted left behind a horrific legend in Sanyang Town - a tragedy in which they targeted an entire town and slaughtered thousands of people in a single night!

  I didn't expect that after dropping their guns, these clowns, perverted murderers would actually cry.

"I'm going to buy you new guns! How can you get new ones if you don't throw away the old ones?"

As soon as these words came out, the old man on the hammock immediately clapped his hands and applauded: "Big Leader! Long live the Big Leader!"

The chef, who was originally in mourning, was surprised and happy, and hurried to Jack's side.

"Big Leader! Are you telling the truth?"

Jack Martin shouted, "No lie! The new guns are coming tomorrow! We're going to have a good meal to celebrate!"

"Wow!" The fat chef clapped his hands and cheered. He waved his fists and gritted his teeth. He felt energetic. "I'll go get it ready! I'll go get it ready! Come and help! Hedge! Kallen! Come and help! And Miranda! My girls! Come on, come on!"

Jack Martin dismounted and personally served wine to these jackals. He skillfully opened the oak barrel and poured the distilled liquor on their heads. He became the craziest one among the group of jackals and completely integrated into this level.

"Come on! Friends! Come on! Children!"

"Come and drink! Come and drink!"

Everyone sat around the campfire, looking forward to the sunny days that were coming.

Jack Martin retreated to the storeroom of the shack, opened the wine barrel, and threw his boots in!

That was something that Wen Bucai left beside the railway track, and it was also a relic of his fellow villager.

——Perhaps these two transparent black jade scorpions, with Hua Gong’s strong desire for revenge, want to drag Wen Bucai into hell.

But at this moment, the venom, tissue fragments, poison sacs and stingers they left on the shoe uppers may be of some use.

It is not lethal enough and no blood is seen, so these biological toxins have difficulty taking effect.

Little Jack carried the barrel back to the camp and wanted to talk to the jackals about a new set of rules.

"We have to change our name from now on!"

With a fanatical look on his face, he took out a knife and cut two wounds on his cheeks, swallowing the pain and blood.

"Just call it the Skull and Bones Society! How about it! How about it!"

The hideous appearance frightened the old man in the hammock, but made these Ansa colonists more and more excited.

"Great! You're a genius! Big boss!" "I'm coming too! I'm coming too! Give me the knife! Give me the knife!"

"Drink this glass of wine!" Jack Martin called his fellow gang members brothers and drank with them. If there were any cowards who were afraid of pain, he would personally help cut their faces: "Drink! Drink!"

  The wine containing crystal scorpion venom stained the wounds, and the burning pain further stimulated the cruelty of these vicious criminals - they got drunk, started wrestling and fighting, ran to the kitchen to tease the cook, and the whole place became a mess!

The old man just swallowed the wine, but within a few seconds, he felt dizzy and had a strong sense of swelling from the cracked cheek wound.

"vomit!--"

He fell off the bed and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Next, the groom who drank the blood wine first beside the campfire began to vomit blood.

"Poisonous?! Poisonous!!!"

Jack Martin also began to hold his stomach, pretending to be nauseated and retching. He waved and shouted vigorously, pointing towards the kitchen.

"Someone poisoned me! Ugh!————"

  [Part②·Raging]

Whether it's bourbon, cider, or some distilled spirits.

The sweetness of corn and the sourness of gastric juice mixed together and eventually turned into the bitter taste of poison.

"Ugh!——" Jack Martin vomited until tears came out of his eyes. His acting skills of forcing vomiting were superb: "Drag the chef out and kill him! Don't let any of them go!~"

More than 30 people were groaning, holding their stomachs and vomiting as they walked. Some had already collapsed on the road, hanging by a thread in the hot and humid environment of the rainforest under the scorching sun. However, this fanatical atmosphere could not stop them, and the jackals still faithfully carried out the orders.

Jack Martin's face was covered in blood. He pushed through the dazed gang members, escaped from the crowd, climbed on his horse again, and prepared to leave.

"boom!--"

The big boss fired a shot from the tunnel entrance.

The bullet grazed Jack Martin's earlobe, bringing out a little sticky blood.

At the same time, blood was oozing out of the Big Leader's mask. He finally understood that the other half of his soul that he had given up seemed to be much more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.

"Jack." The big boss didn't care about the lives of these assistant cadres.

——Among them, there were even one or two people with super powers who possessed soul power. They believed in Jack Martin so much that even after cutting his face, burning his gun, and finally drinking poisoned wine, they did not call on their soul power to attack the leader.

Life seemed particularly fragile at this moment. Ordinary people without blood-granting bodies were only flesh and blood after being blessed by [arrows]. Once their brains became dizzy, they would be close to death.

"Jack Martin!" Jack rode on his horse, holding the reins of the other three horses. He did not run away immediately. He wanted to face his inner demons. "How many minions do you have left? I will take care of them slowly."

"There are not many left." The big boss turned the magazine, changed the bullets quickly, removed the empty shells and re-ready the gun, and casually shot and killed several subordinates who were wailing in pain and too noisily.

Jack Martin's pupils shrank slightly. He didn't expect this guy to be so crazy!

He was slaughtering his own companions! Just like what teacher David Victor said - he was bullying the weak and didn't care about the lives of these tools.

"These people have seen your face. You don't deserve to live." Even at this point, the big boss still wanted Jack Martin to obey him - he couldn't do anything to his other self, and if Jack died, he would die too.

"These fifty or sixty people are all the best soldiers of the perfume bottle. Your ranger brothers should know this." The big leader kicked away the bodies of his companions one by one, like counting the treasures on the back of his hand. "Send their heads to the county sheriff's office. Any one of them, any one, can be taken back by the chef's assistant. You can get at least fifty dollars."

The thief leader looked down at his watch and muttered to himself.

"While I was doing my drawing homework, you took down all these people in just sixteen minutes - Jack Martin! It seems that you are not as useless as I thought. You are a promising talent."

"Shoot me! Kill me!" Jack threatened with the gun, "Or I will shoot you!"

"That kind of weak bullet can't penetrate my soul power." Under the mask, the big leader made a sharp and playful voice: "After returning from the Museum of Curiosities, the business in Sloth Town also failed."

"I just can't understand it, Jack! I don't understand it."

"I am obviously the one who loves you the most. I have always been taking care of you and paving the way for your future."

"I love you, I make you strong, I want to change your life"

"But why? Why do you always refuse? Why do you always spit at me?"

"I have no escape now, Jack—except for this temple, and one or two hundred black slaves helping to dig up the ruins, I seem to have nothing left."

"Just because of your one thought! Just because of your one thought! Jack! Jack! Damn it!"

The big boss cursed angrily—

"—you coward! You're hurting yourself!"

Jack remained silent, his eyes didn't change.

"My butler is dead too! Apart from my father, Uncle Defen is almost the closest person to me!" The Big Leader howled, "Can't you feel it?! Jack! Can't you feel it?! Have you forgotten?"

Jack Martin gritted his teeth and replied, "He worked for you, and that's why he died."

"What did I do? It's just a business deal!" After shooting the last surviving kitchen maid, the big boss took off his mask, revealing his blond hair and a torn earlobe. His face was hideous, and he roared at his other self: "It's just a business deal! Just a business deal!"

"They need violence! They crave violence!"

"They're a bunch of savages! The westward movement requires this kind of violence! What's wrong with that? Jack! Jack Martin! What's wrong with that?"

"This is a lawless place. There has never been any justice or evil. You are too naive!"

"If we can't drive these bastards away! Where is the United States of America! Do you think it's your ancestral property! Do you think our estate in England! Did your father get his lordship by doing chivalrous deeds?"

"The gun! Only the gun! The tool to create violence! It can do business! It can turn this wasteland into..."

"boom!--"

  The bullet flew in front of the Big Leader and was immediately split in half by [Death Knell]!

Jack Martin didn't want to hear any more.

"Asshole! Bullshit! This is not business!"

"Why? Because you angered a Chinese person!"

"You pissed off an American! You pissed off an Austrian!"

The great courage turned into an aggressive look, and for a moment, the big leader actually felt afraid -

  ——He had clearly given all his fears to Jack, and all the stubborn shortcomings of human beings to this incarnation.

Jack Martin pulled the reins and rode his horse deep into the rainforest to seek help from his brothers.

"Fuck you America! This is a personal vendetta!"

(End of this chapter)