"You're really fatal. ”

In the wine cabinet, a bottle of tequila was pulled out between the holes of the cabinet, and the old man wearing a cowboy hat used a knife to open the oak cork at the mouth of the bottle, and then put it between his nose and sucked it greedily, and then, the three glasses were gently placed in front of Gumen, Winged Bird, and Han Fei.

"Do you want ice?"

"Two pieces are enough, the two of them don't need it. In the face of the inquiry, Lone Door stretched out two fingers and said softly.

The refrigerator opened, the cold overflowed, the tweezers picked a few times in it, and then saw the old man's wrist slammed backwards, on the bar more than ten steps behind him, "dangchang", the crisp collision echo sounded on the wall of the glass, and the two ice cubes that were still intact had fallen steadily in the wine glass, and the winged bird sat in place and quietly applauded, obviously surprised by this unique skill.

"Thank you. The golden liquor was poured between the ice, and the bottles filled the empty glasses one by one, and when it was the turn of the old man to empty the glass in front of him, he happened to completely empty the whole bottle. Gumen nodded to the old man, then picked up the glass full of gold, and said to the latter with slightly narrowed eyes, "So, what do you want to pay tribute to on this occasion?"

"Hmm...... Honor the dead. Whether it's those in the past, or those not so long ago. Tilting his head and being silent for a moment, the old man raised his glass and smiled at the three people in front of him.

"Well, to the dead. Gumen nodded in agreement, then raised his head and drank the liquor, and then immediately squeezed the lemon grip that had been prepared next to him into juice and dripped, the classic western way of drinking. The old man watched the man's actions in front of him with satisfaction, and then directly drank the wine in the cup, and immediately sucked the fine salt that was evenly sprinkled at the tiger's mouth, and then, at the same time, the two of them let out a hearty roar at the burning sensation in their throats and abdomen.

Something isn't quite right with this old cowboy.

The winged bird, who was sucking on the side, silently looked at the old man dressed in classic denim in front of him, old and bloated, and the big belly of the abdomen could hardly be completely covered by the buttons of the plaid shirt, and it seemed that there was no danger at all except for the excessive weight. However, these were only superficial, whether it was the mottled tattoos looming between his cuffs or the huge scars that covered his beard and stretched almost from the corners of his mouth to the base of his ears, suggesting that he was by no means an ordinary character, and judging by the calluses on his fingertips, he had been holding a gun for at least a decade, and even the shape of his phalanges was slightly deformed for faster gripping and pulling the trigger.

This person...... Who the hell is it?

"Speaking of dead people, there is one thing that I can't help but notice. The wine glass was gently placed on the bar, and the old cowboy raised his hand to casually sip the wetness on his beard and lips, and then tapped his fingers on the tabletop, and asked leisurely, "In my impression, the name of the long night has been dead for a long time in many people's mouths." Some say he was hanged in the Executive Directorate's [dark room] by agents of the Circle, others say he was beheaded in an alley surrounded by bounty hunters, and I want to say - that's all fucking bullshit!"

The old cowboy waved his hand excitedly, and then spat and shouted, "How can a man who can fight with me for three days and three nights with just a knife, and who can still get out of my range five times, be defeated by a group of nameless little hairy children?! Damn, this kind of garbage rumor! I should take my baby and shoot all those rumor-mongers to half-body!"

"You're mistaken, the first time, we were at a stalemate for 14 hours, and the second time it was even shorter, less than two hours. And I'm not going to get out of it all. Lone Door smiled and pulled open his collar, and at the place of his left collarbone, a gun-hole scar was clearly visible, "The first two times I came into your range without being injured, I fell for your trick to lure the enemy, and finally got these impressive three bullets, one to the shoulder blade, one to the left lobe, and the last shot, it took the whole battalion of military doctors and 12 hours of surgery to remove all the shrapnel and bone fragments from my trachea and chest cavity." ”

"That's one of the best things in my career! It's a shame, it would be perfect if you could die then. Speaking of this, the old cowboy seemed to be even more happy, only to see him turn around and pull out a bottle of liquor from the wine cabinet again, and opened his mouth to bite the cork directly, "Until then, I only need to pull the trigger, and there is absolutely no need to fire a second shot at the same target, who would have thought that I would run into a monster like you who was not killed by my three shots, and even had the strength to almost cut off half of my jaw." Thanks to you, I had to take a break for almost two years before I went back to business, do you know how many orders I lost during that time? a whole fucking thirteen boxes of gold hahaha!!"

"It was almost thirty years ago, I don't think you're coming to me for the gold now, are you?"

“…… yes, it's been almost thirty years. The old cowboy silently patted his bulging belly, and then smiled self-deprecatingly, "The years have not given us any chance, although you may still be the [Sword Ghost], but."

I am no longer the [headhunter] I used to be, and now in front of you is just a bad old man who realizes that his time is running out and just wants to lie down on the land of his hometown before he breathes. ”

"I didn't think Texas was your hometown. Lone raised an eyebrow in surprise, "What's going on here? I didn't see anyone but you on the way to this bar." ”

"War, my friend. Gamo smiled wryly as he lit the tobacco roll that hung from his lips, and a green mist spilled through the gaps between the scars on his lips and teeth, "When I got back to this town, the last wave of corpses had just been cleaned up. The men here believed so much in their guns, in their own independence, and in their blood that they fired at the army when they came to reorganize. ”

"I remember that in the law promulgated by the emperor, there is a clause that the majesty of the emperor is inviolable, and those who violate it are ...... Hundreds of households sit together. Gumen's brow furrowed slightly, he already understood the source of the ubiquitous blood stains on the road and the long-standing gunpowder smoke in the sky.

"It's impossible to say that I don't care, but how can a mercenary who has been retired for many years influence the damn world now? What's more, this kind of shit is happening all over Texas all the time. Gamo slowly exhaled a mouthful of thick mist, then raised his hand and pointed to the huge celebratory banner hanging on the wine cabinet behind him, and between the dark red blood stains on it, a string of slogans [Long live freedom] could be faintly seen, "These stupid boys really think that with a few guns and brave blood, they can break away from a part of the empire and the shadow of the emperor's throne." ”

But......

Gamo suddenly raised his head, stared directly at the silent lonely door in front of him, and said, "Although there are many things that my old fellow's brain can't remember clearly, I still remember that a long time ago, at that time, as my opponent, as an important member of the Human Alliance, wasn't your goal at that time to open a new world? As a mercenary, I wander on both sides for money, but I still see countless determined people who go forward for this goal, and are not afraid of death, but ......"

Why did things turn out like this?

Silence permeated the bar, and in the face of the old cowboy's slightly drunken questioning, Lone Door just silently picked up the wine glass in front of him and gulped it, he had no way to answer, because he didn't know why the ideal and future that person said to him were distorted to this.

Mr. Qi, if possible, please help me again.