Abyss Express

[Part①·Midnight]

Half an hour before the shots rang out.

Jim Crow turned his hands, playing cards jumping back and forth between his thick knuckles, like living snakes.

"Young man, I want you to play cards with me and give you an offer you can't refuse."

The Big King and the Little King flew out from the card pile, which are useless cards that are not needed in the blackjack game.

Wen Bucai tightened his grip on his pistol and was ready to fire at any time. If he could clearly see the fat man's spirit body, he could determine where the enemy's death door was.

"I can talk to your body."

He was trying to anger Jim Crow, and in the power play of Soul Power, the drunkard would not be afraid of any opponent.

"You're here for revenge." Jim Crow popped up the playing card. With the skills of a magician, the game has begun. "Now that we've got rid of the evil! If you want to kill the bandits, you have to kill the most powerful, cruel, and damned bandits first. Boss! Kill the big boss of the perfume bottle! He is the culprit!"

Wen Bucai hesitated and released the buffalo horn grip of the revolver. He moved his finger to the hole card and took a brief look at the count.

"One more."

The rules of blackjack are very simple. If you get the right number of points but cannot exceed 21, the person who is closer to this number will win the final game.

If there are players with the same number of points, compare the number of cards between the two players. Collecting blackjack with three cards is a bigger deal than collecting 21 with four cards. The process should be simple and clear. Taking shortcuts means the winner takes all.

"I have a good gun. I just bought it from Texas." Jim Crow wanted to drive away the tiger and devour the wolf. Not only did he want to get the arrow in his hand, he also wanted to completely cut off the big boss's retreat: "If you are willing If you do this, I’ll give it to you for free.”

Adding cards to the dealer's main position, Mr. Jim placed a heavy bet on himself.

"I know the secret of the big boss and the whereabouts of the arrow."

"Although no one has seen the true face of the big leader, there is one place that he will never give up easily - that is the only way he must pass."

Wen Bucai looked through the hole card points again. He had already obtained the King of Spades and the King of Hearts. He was only one step away from the card type [BlackJack·Black Jack]. Twenty points was already a big number, and he still had to bet one more point. Zhang Ace?

He did not rush to bid, but his heart began to waver.

Do you want to discuss business with this guy? Again? !

Again? Sign a new contract! Become an ogre's helper?

The strong desire for revenge has locked him firmly to the chair, Wen Bucai asked——

"--what would you like?"

"I want arrows! Vincent! Not just arrows! I want his head. As long as you help me, you can win this card." Jim Crow looked enthusiastic: "My soul power can transform yours." The physical body allows you to be free from pain and radiate vitality.”

"You will have several times the strength of ordinary people. A bullet hitting your stomach will not cause fatal injuries. As long as you raise your arms, you can protect your fragile head."

"Work for me! How about it?"

Wen Bucai then called: "Give me another card."

"Do you still want to gamble?! Chinese?!" Jim Crow made no secret, throwing the newly arrived precious firearms on the table, "Do you want to continue gambling?"

"You already have twenty points, do you want to continue bidding?"

"I used to be a circus magician, and I could give you whichever card you wanted."

"This skill is not unfamiliar, but it is capable of cheating. Without me, you will never be able to catch the big boss. As for your fellow countrymen."

Jim Crow slowly took out a handful of Yellow Pages contracts from under the table. These were all the evidence he secretly picked up after Sullivan was attacked, and he also found out Vincent's origins.

"Father Kevin, give you my regards, Vincent."

Hearing the word [Kevin], Wen Bucai's eyes turned red and he wanted to stand up immediately.

Jim Crow pointed a gun at this reckless young man——

"-Sit down, sit down, calm down! Vincent!"

"You know where he is!" Wen Bucai was like a wild beast, roaring in terror.

"Look at you! You look like an injured tiger! If I had a camera at hand, I would definitely take it! Definitely!" Mr. Jim said with a sneer: "Kevin! Kevin! Kevin Richard - a Colombian, he You were brought to this land, found a job for you, taught you English.”

"Vincent, look what good things you have done, little tiger?"

Every word of Jim Crow was like a sharp dagger, piercing deeply into the heart of a literary scholar.

"A letter of introduction costs twenty-five cents, from Shekou, from Fuzhou."

Wen Bucai yelled and cursed: "Fucking fat man! Stop talking! That's enough!"

"Younger ones cost fifty cents. They are not prone to illness. They can survive at least half the voyage, board the port and disembark smoothly. Even if they die of illness, they will receive a pension. They will all be handed over to Father Kevin Richard. As for how much is delivered to your account?"

"Ha-ha-ha!~"

Jim Crow opened his mouth wide and stuck out his bright red tongue.

"Wen Bucai, what are you doing? What were you doing at that time?"

It seems that all the strength has been drained away, and all the spiritual light has been dimmed!

Vincent could no longer call himself an alcoholic, and his soul slowly cracked open, like a dehydrated fish.

His eye sockets were sunken, and he suddenly became older, and his white hair seemed to be growing out. He sat back on the chair, and his original high-spirited posture became depressed.

"Kevin Richard said that you went to get drunk after getting the tip for translation. You love the alcohol and cigarettes on this land."

Jim Crow flirted with Wen Bucai, trying to awaken the vitality of this zombie.

"You have many female companions, and you have fun in the Broadway Concert Hall in New York. Soon you will run out of money."

"Father Kevin has been prepared for a long time. He knows your difficulties and has given you more referral orders. You are responsible for attracting people, and he will negotiate the contract with the railway company."

"Vincent"

The man who was originally as hard as iron, now has dull eyes, and dirty yellow tears keep falling from his eyes. Wen Bucai lost his voice and choked out intermittent mumbling from his throat.

"No"

"I"

"No, no."

"No."

"I don't want to"

[Part②·Failure]

Jim Crow nodded——

"——I understand you, Vincent."

"Kevin didn't expect things to turn out like this. It's not your fault. You never went to the railroad company. You are just a middleman, a victim who was kept in the dark."

"You drank and fought with others, hugged foreign girls and had children, had a leg shot off by a bullet, stayed in the hospital for three months, and had an affair with an orthopedic surgeon."

"When you were discharged from the hospital, only a pair of boots and a letter from home were sent to Washington."

Jim Crow tilted his head and said innocently.

"Wen Bucai, this should be the last relic of your fellow countryman. It was also the fault of the perfume bottle that it was sent to the capital - how dare a slave send a letter to the civilized world?"

"I heard Jack Martin's story, and it seems that you were going to commit suicide by lying on the railway tracks?"

"Hehe." Jim lowered his eyebrows and smiled sinisterly: "Coward!"

Wen Bucai's face was haggard, and he shouted hoarsely: "No! I don't think so! I'm not!"

The fat on Jim Crow's face kept twitching, and he gradually became angry.

"You shot and killed thirty-one perfume bottle kids who had just reached adulthood outside the town."

"But you dare not gamble with me? I put all the chips on the table. As long as you are willing to help me-"

"-The Big Leader and Father Kevin Richard, I will tell you their whereabouts truthfully. Give me the arrow!"

The story told by the person in charge of the Museum of Curiosities is true.

Wen Bucai followed Father Kevin Richard to North America, and immediately followed this prestigious bishop to the stage, and hooked up with the lineup of congressmen where George Joshua was.

Without knowing it, this yellow man mobilized the gentry and local leaders to visit and call on the elders and villagers of three townships and two counties to send nearly 1,400 laborers to the Pacific Railway Company. The total number of Chinese slaves involved in the construction of the Pacific Railway was only 12,000.

As a translator, Wen Bucai was dedicated and dedicated. He had two properties in New York and a manor sent by Lieutenant Joshua in Washington. With bright and beautiful clothes and extraordinary demeanor, he also became a wealthy and prestigious family in the eyes of the Shekou villagers. It seemed that as long as he went to the United States, everything would be fine.

He was busy with socializing and having fun. Apart from traveling between the port and the dock and shuttling between the two continents, he never went to the construction site of the railway company. This was the beginning of a new life and the precursor of a nightmare.

Because of the vulgarity of fighting for beauties at the drinking party, he was drunk and almost fell asleep. On Broadway, a bullet shattered his right tibia, leaving him paralyzed in bed for a hundred days. When he returned to Washington's former residence, he received a pair of leather boots and a suicide note from his fellow villagers.

He could no longer remember what the suicide note said. It was full of desperate words and phrases. The anger and hatred between the lines were all curses and insults.

When Wen Bucai rushed west along the railway and came to Arizona, the state government only handed him a stack of contracts, and even his body could not be seen.

He didn't know who to ask for an explanation. One sunny day, he lay on the red rock desert of the Colorado Grand Canyon, on a hot railroad track, and decided to end his despicable and shameful life.

"Give me the cards! Give me the cards!" Wen Bucai shouted, "Give me the cards!"

"Which one do you want! Little Tiger!" Jim Crow said aggressively, "Is it [Ace]?! Right?! Shout it out loud!"

"Give me the right cards! Give me [Ace], I promise you! I'll bring you the arrows! I'll help you kill people. I..." At this point, Wen Bucai began to retch, he just felt sick, and hallucinations appeared in his eyes.

The dark red velvet on the card table seemed to be slowly melting, turning into a boiling bloody mud.

Skulls with black hair emerged, they were like boiling soup, constantly emitting blood-red bubbles.

"Give me the contract. Give it to me and I'll sign it."

"Not bad! Good mental state! Vincent! You're really good!" Jim Crow clapped his hands vigorously, "Really good! Really good! You're really good! You're a talent!~ Then as you wish--"

--The gun was pushed in front of Vincent, and as a spade Ace fell on the table, the verbal agreement seemed to have been signed.

"It's sixteen miles away from Buffalo Bay in the Grand Canyon on the northwest side of Sloth Town. The site is near a rain forest. I hate bugs, and there are a lot of them there."

"The tombs under the temple and the intricate underground tunnels are where the big boss has to go. Vincent likes red ponies, which seems to be very similar to the horse appreciation taste of Jack Martin next to you. If you can find his horse, he must be nearby."

"The arrows were dug out from that site. Legend has it that the Mayans passed on the medium witchcraft to the local Indian tribe. The miraculous power of the Kukulkan feathered serpent can give mortals the power of immortality."

"The big boss must keep betting, keep betting."

Jim Crow leaned on the velvet cloth on the table with two fingers, pretending to be a long-distance traveler.

"He will definitely go, he will definitely go. He will never miss this magical treasure."

"Mobilizing manpower in the name of building a railway and excavating prehistoric relics is his life ideal and the necessary step to the next heaven."

"Kevin Richard" Wen Bucai moved Jack's pistol away and took Jim Crow's pistol in his hand: "Where is this old dog?"

"The arrow has not fallen into my hand yet, I will not put all the chips into the gambling game" Jim Crow said before he finished speaking.

"Bang!——"

From the backstage of the circus, a fatal bullet was shot from the small window in the dark corner of the casino! Under the coercion and inducement of the big boss, the gunman who held Jack Martin pulled the trigger of fate.

The bullet penetrated the thick flesh of Jim Crow's shoulder and neck, pierced the collarbone, rushed out from the front chest, and flew straight to Wen Bucai's eyebrows!

His heart was broken, and it was difficult to call for the help of soul power! The drunkard only flashed out of the body, and disappeared without a trace the moment he touched the bullet!

The fragments hit Wen Bucai's right eye without any hindrance, and blood immediately gushed out.

"Damn it!" Mr. Jim slammed the table, and the handle of the mechanism jumped out from the secret compartment of the gambling table. His body sank and he immediately fell into the secret door of the secret passage.

Gunshots came from the direction of the circus one after another, and Wen Bucai didn't even know what happened.

He was in a mess, with wounds all over his body, dizzy and swirling, took the bets on the table, took Jack's token, and left Sullivan's hat on the table. According to his rich experience in gunfights, he avoided the direction of the first shot and hid in the blind spot of the gambling table.

"Alcoholism!"

He called out to the gods in his body, but got no response!

"Alcoholism! Alcoholism! Help me! Damn it!"

"Alcoholism!"

"I'm bleeding"

The sticky blood plasma flowed from the eye sockets into the mouth. Wen Bucai endured great pain, but Hunwei remained absolutely silent.

He seemed to have degenerated from the state of the flash butterfly bit by bit, and countless invisible chains tied him tightly.

"Why! Why! Ah!!!"

"Why! Alcoholism!"

"Why don't you help me! You don't do anything?! Stand by and watch again? Do you want to watch me die slowly? Rot and stink bit by bit?"

"I really deserve to die!"

Wen Bucai fired at the table in the guest area. Jim Crow's pistol was too powerful, and the tableware exploded and flew all over the venue.

He didn't dare to stick his head out to fight back, and he didn't even know what happened.

He took Jack Martin's Remington and fired again. The bullet collided with the fork and ejected. The steel fork fell to Vincent's side, and he asked him to grab it and stab it into his eye socket! He wanted to pull out this necrotic eyeball with the shrapnel!

"I'm really damned!!!"

Jack Martin pulled the trigger, and the bullet exploded almost at zero distance in his mouth!

His cheeks suddenly swelled up, but there was no blood on the back of his head.

The fine fishing lines, like the steel wires that suspend the pendulum, wrapped the bullet tightly. The muzzle emitted a strong flame, and the gas almost rushed out of his nostrils and ears!

He seemed unable to even commit suicide! The arrow has recognized this child! The clover flower scar on his belly has slowly stopped bleeding and healed, becoming an indelible tattoo.

Jack Martin wanted to continue firing, but the hammer was locked by the big boss with his fingers, and the pistol bullets had been used up.

The slaves of fate banged on the iron prison windows, still roaring with resignation.

"I really deserve to die!!!"