Abyss Express

[Part①·Death Knell]

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

Mr. Magic follows Jack back to the circus stage.

He took off his ugly mask, took off his tall hat, and took off his dark brown wig, revealing his true appearance with blond hair and blue eyes, and a tall and elegant figure.

He's almost identical to Jack Martin, like a twin!

"Who are you! What kind of freak are you!" After Jack saw that face clearly, his mind had completely collapsed.

Destiny seemed to have been playing tricks on this poor man. The little police chief took out his gun again. He always thought that he was only one step away from happiness!

Wen Bucai gave him hope, but then severely separated him. He could not share the same love and hatred with this yellow man.

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

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

Oh my gosh, she gave birth to four kids? And this shameless bastard in front of me

"Actually. Look exactly like me? Am I looking in the mirror? Am I dreaming?"

"I"

The hammer mechanism is ready and all that remains is the life or death decision of pulling the trigger.

"What evil spell did you cast on me?! Why! Why!"

Jack asked——

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

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

"What do you mean by half! Oh my god! You madman!" Jack Martin scolded: "Even if she is a prostitute! Just let her stay with me for a few nights! Why do you want to kill her!?"

"Let's do it together!" There was a strange flush on the magician's face: "Let's eat her together?! Jack! Let's do it together! Didn't Sullivan Okopela tell you? Or is it because of this mask? "

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

"What on earth are you talking about! I don't understand a word! 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 and gently opened the skin between the eyebrows with one hand, separated the flesh and blood of the skull, and exposed part of the frontal lobe, but not a drop of blood came out - the prismatic wound looked like The diamond symbol in playing cards. It looks like the pointer arrow on the clock dial.

"When I came to this hot land, I left all my cowardice and incompetence, all my innocence and kindness, and all my shameful things to you. Come and touch my brain! See clearly!"

"Half of us! Jack!"

"I am the head of the perfume bottle."

"Jim Crow's duplicity doesn't surprise me at all. That's the kind of person he is. If you can use your amazing shooting skills to help me kill this traitor, I will be very impressed with you, Jack."

"This poor magician has been trying to overthrow my rule since he became the owner of the Curio Hall, but he can't find me, and he hasn't even seen my true appearance - he will never find out, so I just hide. In his troupe, wearing his clothes."

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

"It seems like I have a lot of friendship with you. You're doing well! You're doing well!"

"His power will definitely be of use to us! But before that, we may need a little help from Mr. Victor!"

"Ms. Violet is taking care of this great writer who is seriously injured and on the verge of death. If a spark of love can be sparked, then this powerful man with soul power can also heal Vincent's hatred."

The big head spread his arms, and the wound on his forehead healed immediately.

He seems to be able to split anything in half! Then depending on his mood, he can choose whether to restore it. If there is no way to restore it - Ms. Wonka lying in a pool of blood is the best example! She has been separated from her flesh and bones and split in half from head to tail!

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

"It's not fair!" Jack Martin finally understood. He could always see looming spiritual bodies, and he could only have inspiration under certain extreme circumstances, because he was a defective product, trash thrown away by the big boss, "Why? ? Why? You left all the bad ones to me?”

"After we disembarked in Washington, George Joshua found me with an arrow." The big boss lowered his head, not afraid of Jack's gun at all, and gently pressed Little Jack's right hand, holding down the five-pointed star-shaped gun. Scar: "This arrow has magical powers!"

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

"I have received divine power, so I naturally want to repay Mr. George's kindness by building a railroad for him, giving him my wealth, my hard work and talent - using this arrow to recruit talented people to expand the territory, and build for the United States of America. railway!"

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

"You are too weak and too kind."

"Oh no!"

The big boss covered his mouth and said angrily.

"We are too weak and too kind!"

Jack was furious when he heard this, and pulled the trigger towards the target that was very close at hand!

"Bang!--"

The gunfire flashed, and the bullet flew towards the magician's head! But it split in two before reaching the center of his eyebrows! 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 is not fair! This is not fair!" Jack couldn't control the gunman at all. He repeatedly pulled the trigger and sent out bullets continuously, but he couldn't hit the target that was close at hand.

The bullet broke through the wind and brought out a strong vortex, which messed up the big boss's hair.

"This is fair! I not only left all my weakness, incompetence, lust and greed to you!"

"I also left luck to you"

"Jack! Jack! Jack! Hey! This is the real fairness, half for each person!"

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

"I thought you were really useless, just a waste, but fate sent you to me again! Such a strong attraction! Bring back two such important partners for me!"

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

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

"Are you crazy!" Jack Martin cursed loudly, but there was a bloody wound on his face.

That was the scratch on the side of the big head when the bullet fragments split into two!

This wound is like the devil's curse, which is 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 fingers: "Luck is always on your side, Jack, it can save you from danger."

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

"No one will know who the big 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 left and right arms." The big boss called softly, and his mouthpiece moved in 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 Chief: "Yes, Snyder is better than Dresser!"

Jack: "Snyder is better than Dresser!"

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

Jack: "I don't have to wear a veil anymore?"

"Ask your warrant officer to wear an Indian feather crown, let his head become a broken watermelon, and feed it to the black slaves." The big chief was full of joy and whispered softly.

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

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

Jack stretched out his hand, and the big chief was full of surprise, and his mouth was about to smile into a crescent.

This is the best time for him to wash his head and go ashore. He has done so much dirty work for the Pacific Railway, and he can't go back to the civilized world at all-George Joshua is a West Point graduate and a leader of the Rangers! How could he get in touch with a bandit leader?

Now Jack Martin took the initiative to find the big boss, it seems that the goddess of fate has pointed out the way of life in the future!

Merge with him again, put on the clothes of the sheriff, and the next life will be very meaningful!

The boss held Jack's hand tightly without any hesitation.

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

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

"Of course!" The big boss squeezed Jack's hand: "I am the glutton in your stomach! Of course I know what you like! I know! These are the things you and I love in the depths of our souls!"

If the other half does not agree, the two incomplete souls cannot merge smoothly.

Just like split personality, they always have to fight -

- Unless Jack and the big boss recognize and understand each other, they can be completely integrated.

"I feel it! I feel it!" The big boss saw it clearly, and 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!"

The 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!"

The big boss: "That's right! We will be his witnesses!"

The two hands have completely merged into one. Originally it was deformed and twisted, but now only five fingers are left.

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

"--Jack!" Jack Martin showed ecstasy and said to the big boss: "Jack! I feel it! Jack! Wow!"

"Hahahahahaha!~" The big boss can 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 boss in the face! Without any hesitation!

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

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

"What are you doing! You're crazy!" The leader's body tilted, and he caught Jack and fell to the stage.

"The more I get to know you! The angrier I get! Jack Martin! The other me! -" Jack's eyes were blazing with anger, and his fists were covered with his own blood: "I can't understand you at all! More I can’t recognize you!”

"Sharing a body with you? Live your life again?"

Their heads hit the big leader's forehead so hard that both of them were dizzy and stars filled the sky.

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

Little Jack's fingers were separated from the cruel demon king again. He only had a brief taste and glanced at the memory of the big leader - he was nauseated and could not suppress the rage in his heart.

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

The face of the police chief of Sanyang Town was covered with blood and tears.

"The bandit you raised killed my little Dolly! And he wants to kill 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 and said with disbelief on his face: "Jack Martin!"

"Don't call my name with your dirty mouth!" Little Jack tightened his pistol and quickly changed the bullet. "I would rather die in Edinburgh! Die in the polo field! Fall off the horse and fall to death! Let me grow old Dad sent me to the gun test field! Use my head as a living target!"

The big leader screamed: "Killing me means killing yourself! Idiot!"

"Bang!--"

"Bang!--"

"Bang!--"

A series of gunshots became the answer, but these weak warheads could not hurt the big boss at all!

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

The warhead passed by the magician's side, leaving eye-catching sword marks on the stage floor!

"Fuck you son of a bitch!" Jack fired two more shots, with only the last bullet remaining.

The big leader didn't give way, he wanted this brat to know it hurts!

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

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

There was a dull pain in his abdomen, as if he had been hit by a golf ball, and then his body became unbalanced, as if there was an explosion behind his waist and spine!

Only then did he feel severe pain, and his nose and tears became more abundant. He was so obtuse that the gunshot wound made him appreciate Vincent's pain.

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

He held his tattered clothes and pressed the injured area, but more blood came out from his lower back.

"Idiot!" The big leader sat paralyzed on the floor and cursed loudly: "Unreasonable! Jack Martin! Look at yourself! Look at the good things you have done! Do you feel it? Do you feel it? Stop if you are afraid of pain. Shoot me again!"

Jack was speechless, his tongue began to twitch and numb in pain. He wasn't sure if he could shoot the last bullet. His hands were still shaking and he couldn't control the gun line.

The big boss took out a bottle of milky-white powder from his pocket, and seemed to have some backup plans.

"You're a loser who fails to succeed but fails to succeed! If you want to survive, you have to rely on me!"

"This is a treasure found in the ruins of the temple! It can cure our injuries, if you know the difference"

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

"Ha! Are you pretending to be pitiful? Baby!" The big leader unscrewed the bottle and poured black gunpowder into the injured area, preparing to use the heat of the flame to activate the healing power of the temple relics.

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

He turned the gun and stabbed himself in the mouth.

"Bang!--"

[Real name: Jack Martin]

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[Soul power: Kneller·Death knell/Mourning person]

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