Abyss Express

[Part①·Knock him down]

The big boss suddenly tilted his body with a sharp pain from his heel. When he rushed down the low slope, the horse lost control and he didn't have time to pull the reins.

He was still a few dozen meters away, and he could shoot Vincent to death!

The spiritual energy of a person is limited. No matter how powerful a spirit is, Vincent should be very tired after being bombarded by more than 70 rifle bullets! He should be very tired!

But the big boss's Achilles tendon suddenly broke. He had been standing steadily and concentrating on dealing with a strong enemy. The upper body holding the gun posture was perfect, but Jack Martin's self-harm attack caught him off guard.

After he rolled off the horse's back, his face was covered with blood and bruises, and the medicine bottle in his mouth flew out, and he could no longer suck the source of life!

He wanted to get the gun, but Schneider slid to the edge of the cliff of the valley, and the strap was hung on a cactus!

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, blood suddenly burst from his wrist!

"The tendons of the hand are also broken!?" The big leader was in disbelief, his eyes full of despair: "Jack! Jack Martin! Jack! Why do you do this! Why! You are committing suicide!"

The wailing reached the bottom of the valley and reached Jack Martin's ears, but it made him feel more at ease.

This demon could not resist the "curse", as if this "live and die together" characteristic could cut off the vicious claws of the big leader.

"I am actually afraid." The big leader's eyes became more and more panicked. He heard the sound of horse hooves - the sound of the black horse knight stepping on the low slope and climbing the mountain in circles.

These negative emotions should have belonged to Jack Martin! They should not appear on the big leader!

No matter what situation he is in, he is wise, strong, cruel and resolute!

"White Grape! White Grape! Save me!"

The panicked pony heard the call of its master and turned around and rushed back. It half-knelt on the ground, and its loyal lower body left bloody scratches on the sharp and hard rock pieces.

The big leader endured the pain, hugged the neck of his beloved horse, and slowly struggled to climb onto the horse's back.

The white horse was stained with blood. It followed the master's order, took the strap from the cactus, and sent Schneider to the big leader's arms.

Unable to hear the big leader's screams, Jack Martin could not feel the existence of this demon - he could not see the specific situation above the cliff, and was still secretly happy in his heart, maybe he didn't need to continue to hurt himself. Maybe the moment Wen Bucai ran up the short slope, the duel would come to an end.

The big leader still did not take off the mask. He found a portable cloth bag from the saddle and took out a new product made by the White Lady. The index finger of his right hand was still half disabled, and the tendons of his left arm from the elbow to the wrist had been broken.

He wrapped Schneider's straps around his torso and shoulders, like a chest strap for a fully-equipped knight, to hold up the classical lance and maintain a stable triangle holding the lance so that he could pull the trigger again.

Without his left hand, he needed his soul to help him quickly change the bullets, and he first stuffed a new bullet into his mouth. Smelling the smell of gunpowder, he regained his confidence and turned back into a bloodthirsty devil.

He half-hung down along the saddle, went around the horse's hoof, and asked White Grape to obediently lift his feet. Wrapped the cloth bag around his partner's horse's hoof. No sound could be made when he stepped on the solid rock again.

It took only twenty seconds to do all this. His soul was clever and his mind was quick.

He believed he could win! He would definitely win!

Wen Bucai hugged Victor and rushed out of the boundary between the valley and the sky.

At that moment, he first saw the scorching sun, did not find the big leader, and could not hear any sound. The gunman's instinct drove him to continue looking for the target, and he naturally relaxed his vigilance - from the shooting range, he had already hidden in the sun. With the protection of natural light.

Just turning his head, Vincent still had to gallop to maintain speed. As long as he ran, the bullet would be affected by the crosswind and it would be difficult to hit the moving target.

[Drunkard] After taking these exaggerated caliber rifle bullets, Vincent also began to get tired. He not only had to protect himself, but also had to protect Victor who was seriously injured, and his reaction speed also slowed down. When he saw the white horse knight following closely beside him - his heart almost chilled.

"Bang!——"

Fire spewed out from the muzzle of the Schneider rifle! The bullet split into two halves when it left the muzzle! The resonance caused by the supersonic fragments sounded like a bell!

This is the death knell! It's the mourner ringing the bell!

"Has this guy been following me?! Such a close distance!" Vincent's face became extremely ugly. If he wanted to draw his gun and fight back, he had to make a choice!

The spirit body had to intercept fragments from two directions at the same time! They were almost irregular, and after exceeding the speed of sound, they kept jumping in the air following the exquisite control of [Death Bell]!

They separated and merged, just like the myometrium of Kunming fish! Constantly merging and splitting! The trajectory was unpredictable, and the head of the drunk spirit body was also swaying left and right!

Vincent hugged Victor tightly, and tried his best to aim and react to fight back. Maybe he had to let go of this partner. He couldn't free his hands, and Hunwei couldn't free his hands!

There was no time for him to think! The rifle bullet came through the wind over sixty-three feet, and half of the fragments hit the drunk fist! The other half fell on the neck of the black horse! The colt trembled all over!

Vincent still didn't give up on Victor. He hugged Victor's arms, wrapped the great writer's torso, and asked Victor to stabilize the shooting posture.

"Beautiful lady! Wake up!"

"I've been awake all the time!" David Victor's eyes were wide open, but his body was like a puddle of mud.

"Pull the trigger for me!" Vincent was unwilling to leave his partner. He stepped on the stirrups and tried his best to lift Victor into a trim position for shooting. "There is only a chance of two bullets!"

"Bang!--"

Remington's gun fired a bloody bullet. Long before the white horse knight used his soul power to block the trajectory, he seemed to have a backup plan!

Once again, [Death Knell] split the soft iron mud in half, leaving a V-shaped trace in the air. It hit Bai Grape's butt without any hindrance and hit Bai Grape's eyes!

"Dare you kill my horse?!" The big leader was almost going crazy.

"His speed is not that fast! His spirit body is not that fast!" Victor has already seen the ultimate speed of [Death Knell]: "Thirty-two meters, or thirty-four meters! This is the mark target of [Death Knell] The ultimate distance! When he attacks actively, he becomes weak when he is passively attacked - just like Jack Martin!

A fragmented spirit body emerged from the back! The soul power of the big leader finally stands under the sun! Appear in front of everyone!

It was a broken ghost whose body was in pieces, as if it had been chewed up by Madam Bai, and was riddled with holes.

The clown's costume is covered with red and blue square patterns. At the level of the skull, there is a clock. The dial, which has lost its pendulum and suspension wire, is still telling the time and counting.

The spirit gently tapped Schneider's valve, opened the chamber, and quickly inserted a new bullet.

The big leader reluctantly hugged Bai Guo. The horse had been shot and was out of balance. He was still panting and trying to run forward! It fled to the side of the rainforest again, trying to take its owner to a safe, familiar place!

"Bang!--"

The rifle bullet hit the rocky ground and bounced upward from the blind spot in Vincent's field of vision! Completely shattered Dark Horse's head!

At this moment, Wen Bucai had no way to save himself. He was no match for the big boss. At least in the duel between pistol and rifle, he was completely defeated in this unfair gun fight! There is no chance to shoot the second bullet!

The horse rolled to the ground in the dust and died suddenly. Vincent was not injured at all. The drunkard rolled around and picked up the body, pulling Victor along the way and sending him back to Wen Bucai's arms.

"Get on my horse!" Chiopup came late from the short slope. He was shot, his body was out of control, and the horse was not obedient. He immediately gave up his mount: "I will follow! I will Bring Jack with you!"

The bullet penetrated the old Indian uncle's stomach, leaving a reddish-brown blood stain on his overalls.

Wen Bucai didn't say anything. He originally wanted to leave Victor alone to kill the demon, but Victor had no intention of letting go.

They stopped pulling and talking nonsense, and followed the blood trail of white grapes into the rainforest again.

"There's one last bullet! Vincent! Use it to find the arrow!" Victor said.

"I know! I know!" Vincent pulled the reins, crossed the complex bushes, and circled back to the northwest side of the temple, where he found new traces from the horse's hoof prints and blood stains.

[Part②·Liu Er]

The sun had just hidden behind the top of the temple pyramid, and the sky and the earth were darkened.

Bai Guo's body lay paralyzed next to the stable, as if he had drank the last sip of water and finally breathed his last.

The two of them got off their horses and went into the tunnel of the underground palace, looking for the depths——

"——Does he want to escape? Does he want to escape?" Victor lay on Wen Bucai's back, still unable to walk due to his injuries.

Wen Bucai looked nervous: "I don't know! Maybe there are important treasures to be taken away, and he can't bear to part with this ruins."

In the underground palace of the temple, it is difficult for sunlight to shine in. The kerosene lamps flickering everywhere greedily grab the oxygen. The hot and humid rainforest environment turns the cave into a quagmire. Strange statues of gods and beasts seem to come to life soon.

A figure suddenly ran away from the maze and crossed the T-shaped intersection. Wen Bucai chased after him!

It was difficult for him to aim the gun when he was running, so he used the drunkard to hold the gun and shoot!

"Bang!--"

The last bullet hit the figure's calf, causing him to stumble and fall!

Victor wants to call Hell's Highway for mind control.

"Caught?! Caught!"

Mr. Keogh dragged Jack Martin back to the rainforest, but along the way, little Jack became more and more panicked.

His hands and feet are healed again, which means that the big boss has healed his body!

"Uncle Keogh! Oh no!"

He touched the tendons and skin of his heels and heard the gunshots from the temple and underground palace, but no blood splattered from his body again!

"Vincent missed!?"

"Hell's highway! Make him hand over the arrow!"

The distance was only eight feet, Vincent fired the last bullet, David Victor controlled the spirit body, and the red-skinned imp's tail shot a magic arrow of hearts at the magician in front of him!

It penetrated the cloak, causing the magician to tremble all over, holding on to the mud wall and turning his head to face Vincent. Start taking off your clothes and digging into your pockets.

"No! No! I didn't!"

Take off the cloak, take off the magician's mask and wig, and Jim Crow's true face is revealed!

This fat man with a sinister face actually became the scapegoat of the big boss. He put on this magic cloak, but it fit perfectly - after all, it was his clothes in the first place.

Vincent was so frightened that his whole body felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"If the Big Boss isn't here! Then where is he?!"

[Alcoholic] Catch Jim Crow and punch him hard!

Again and again! Again and again!

"Ah da! Ah da! Ah da da da! Da da da da da da!"

The fists like raindrops hit the fat pig, making bloody dents!

Jim Crow's mouth and nose were bleeding, but he still couldn't relieve his hatred. Vincent had lost his mind. He couldn't accept this result. Without bullets, how could he subdue this terrifying demon? The last bullet was wasted on this stupid pig?

"I really don't know. I can't say I."

Big Boss Jim followed him deep into the rainforest and into the underground palace of the temple. He originally wanted to reap the benefits - while the big boss was fighting life and death with these three young people, he wanted to take away the last one. The fruit of victory, get the treasure of Kukulkan in the ruins!

Those were the first colonists of America. When they drove the indigenous people to explore the temple, they left three gold cups and three crosses of the Trinity in the Quetzalcoatl Temple. These treasures that came from behind were buried under the treasures of the Kukulkan Underground Palace. In three large golden bowls.

We must destroy the beliefs of the indigenous people, occupy their territory, and drive out these bastards from the spiritual, physical and spiritual levels.

Hundreds of years later, the holy objects brought by Christians have become cultural heritage. The big boss believes that they have special superpowers and can use them to get closer to heaven! But Jim Crow didn't think so. He just hoped to get more money and use this money as a political donation to get closer to the center of power in the United States!

Just two minutes ago, the big boss suddenly returned to the underground palace! Just in time to catch Jim Crow, put on a magician's suit, mask and wig, and ask him to help delay it for just a few minutes!

only takes a few minutes

"Vincent!" Jack Martin poked his head from the underground palace branch and happened to see Vincent beating up Boss Jim: "Have you caught him?"

Wen Bucai turned around sharply, still maintaining a high state of nervousness: "Jack, don't come in! It's very dangerous here. Find a way to escape! I've run out of bullets!"

Victor was also worried: "If you don't have suitable weapons, facing Schneider Enfield's bullets with bare hands is tantamount to seeking death - the weapons your father made are extremely powerful!"

"Vincent!" A new Jack Martin came in from the other side of the underground palace: "Have you found him?!"

Both Jack Martins were wearing overalls and denim crotch pants. One side of their suspenders was broken, their arms had fractures and hidden injuries, and their Achilles tendons had scars from rock chips.

They were all disgraced, their foreheads were covered in blood, and it was impossible to tell who was who!

At that moment, Wen Bucai was so frightened that his three souls and seven souls almost left his body!

"Where's Mr. Keogh?!" David looked at Jack in two directions, like a strange mirror.

"Don't come here!" Vincent yelled: "Leave me thirty-four feet and get out!"

The ultimate range of [Death Knell] should be thirty-four feet, but neither Jack launched a soul attack, as if the big boss didn't want to use force to solve the matter - he wanted to completely replace Jack Martin! We must fully integrate into human society!

"Where's Mr. Keogh?! Answer me! The real Jack! Where's Mr. Keogh?!" Victor stepped on Jim Crow's face and howled at the Jack boys on both sides.

Jack on the left said: "He didn't follow!"

Jack on the right said: "He didn't follow!"

"He's been shot!"

"He's bleeding! He can't run fast!"

"All the bug juice is in the saddle! Leave it to Vincent!"

"I heard the gunshot! But there was no injury. You must have fired the gun! Vincent!"

"I'm so anxious! I didn't think so much!"

Both Jacks raised their hands at the same time and backed away slowly. Just like this, one by one, they gradually found a wonderful conversational rhythm, until their backs were leaning against the statue of the God of Wind on the wall. Suddenly woke up at the same time——

"-fuck you!"

"-fuck you!"

"Why do you want to learn how to speak like me!"

"Why do you want to learn how to speak like me!"

Jim Crow found the right moment, turned into a mouse again, crawled to the exit of the underground palace, and disappeared in a flash.