Machete is just downstairs!

Although he had neither seen him nor heard his voice, Qin Lang only glanced at James. McBride's face already understood the identity of the Mexican downstairs - the jeweler's face was a mixed expression of joy and fear, which was easy to tell. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This confused him greatly. According to his assumption, Machete and his men should still be looking for their tracks in the Nevada desert or, if more lucky, have now made it to Los Angeles. But either way, he shouldn't have been in San Francisco, much less in McBride's jewelry store.

What was the reason for his unexpected appearance?

"Guys, did you hear that, that bastard downstairs seems upset." Just as Qin Lang was seriously thinking about the reason, Duncan suddenly whispered, and he was also looking at Rachel. McBride blinked twice.

This idiot, now is not the time to flirt with a girl...... Machete seems upset?

He's upset?

Qin Lang suddenly thought of the reason why he was downstairs - in the shootout that took place in the desert outside the small town of Las Vegas, Machete lost a total of more than 20 of his subordinates, this was probably the first time he had suffered such heavy losses, and Qin Lang also recalled that the leader he killed seemed to be a Mexican, he may be some relative of Machete or a powerful subordinate who had followed him for many years, and his death must have made him very sad.

Also very angry.

Well, just like O'Connor now, Machete certainly wants to tear them all to shreds. But unfortunately, due to the disparity in transportation, he lost the man, so he had to find another unlucky guy to vent his anger.

And this unlucky guy is rightfully James. Mcbride. It is recommended to kill Sean. O'Connor and his friend were none other than Mr. Jeweler, and he must have been the one who provided the information - but the information was wrong, and possibly even false, which had resulted in the loss of a very important brother and more than twenty men, and he should of course settle the account with Mr. McBride.

This is interesting good news.

"It looks like we can solve everything once and for all." The corners of Qin Lang's mouth furrowed, and he squeezed out a sneer, "When we were about to look for him, Mr. Machete actually appeared in front of us by himself, what could be better than this?" ”

But O'Connor was not as confident as he was. "I think we'd better leave now." As much as he would love to take out Machete, the Mexican certainly wouldn't come to the jewelry store alone, and his men must be downstairs too, so they would be at a disadvantage in the firefight. "There are only four of us, Qin." He glanced at Yi Shui, "And one of them fainted." ”

"Don't worry, Sean." This is the first time Qin Lang has called O'Connor by name, "In this kind of narrow room, the advantage of a large number of people cannot be brought into play at all. And we also have a firepower advantage. ”

"Firepower superiority?" O'Connor couldn't see it.

"That's right, firepower superiority." Qin Lang toggled the carbine's safety to the "automatic" state, and then nodded to O'Connor, "This is our advantage. ”

O'Connor still doesn't see any firepower advantage over them. However, Qin Lang is a Captain Nemo-like character with many unbelievably weird toys, so since he claims that his bizarre "rifle" can overwhelm Machete's men, it may really be.

"It's all up to you, Qin." That's all he can say.

"No problem." Of course, there will be absolutely no problem. Qin Lang glanced at the spare magazine he was carrying, and then gave O'Connor a confident smile in return. "Man, I never do something I'm not sure of." Then he looked at Rachel. Mcbride. "Miss McBride, I think you can go open your father's safe."

"What the hell, when are you still thinking about money!" Rachel. McBride's view of the situation was more pessimistic than O'Connor's. Machete and his men were downstairs, and she didn't believe that just three men could push them off - even though she had asked them to help her kill Machete.

Qin Lang was very disappointed by this.

"For a poor man, money comes to mind at all times, followed by women, houses and social responsibility." He deliberately used a tone of helplessness, and then made a "please" gesture to her, "Now, please open your father's safe." As for the downstairs matter, we will take care of it. ”

"Okay." Facing a guy who has fallen into the eye of money, Rachel. McBride also felt quite helpless, "But I'm going to put on a dress first." "Since she is destined to die tonight, she should dress herself up nicely—she is still too innocent to think that for a group of bandits who are in a state of hunger and thirst at any time, a well-dressed beauty will only arouse a certain desire in them.

However, Qin Lang was not in the mood to explain this problem. "Please, Miss McBride, it's your freedom." He nodded, then ordered Duncan, "You're upstairs, make sure she doesn't do anything stupid." ”

Duncan loved the task. "Qin, I'll do something, don't worry." He happily assured that he had not thought of the current situation in the slightest.

Seeing his appearance, O'Connor shook his head sadly. "You're going to die from a woman sooner or later, Duncan." After saying this, he turned his gaze to Qin Lang, not caring about the angry gaze in Duncan's eyes. "What are we doing?"

"Take Mr. McBride downstairs to say hello to Mr. Machete." Qin Lang walked back to the bathroom and picked up the jeweler, "I think he's been waiting a little impatiently." ”

Machete was really impatient to wait, and he couldn't help but want to rush straight to the second floor and stab James. McBride's head cut off. Because of his bastard advice and misinformation, his only brother was killed in the Nevada desert and killed more than two dozen of his men. He had to settle this account with him carefully no matter what.

As for that damn Sean. O'Connor, and his two even more damned helpers, will surely find them out and torture them to death as long as they are alive in this world......

The sound of footsteps on the stairs interrupted Machete's thoughts. He immediately issued an angry question: "James. McBride, why did you keep me waiting so long...... Wait, who are the two people you're with? ”

He couldn't see the faces of Qin Lang and O'Connor clearly. It's not just a matter of light, they are now standing at the top of the staircase, where there is a turn, and the protruding wall just blocks them - but the jeweler is completely exposed, and Qin Lang uses him as a shield.

After confirming that the bullet would definitely not hit him and O'Connor, Qin Lang began to say hello. "Hi, Mr. Machete, it's been a great pleasure to meet you."

"Who are you?"

"A nobody, you don't need to know my name. My friend, however, was happy to tell you his name. ”

"Your friend, who is he?" Machete seemed to sense something, and he stepped back to the door and pulled out a machete from his coat that South Americans used to harvest sugar cane.

Then he heard the answer. "Sean. O'connor. ”

In reply, O'Connor also raised his rifle and aimed it at Machete and fired a shot. Bullets grazed the Mexican's scalp and scared him out of a cold sweat. "James. McBride, you foul-smelling old liar, have the audacity to betray me! He roared in rage as he threw a machete at the jeweler, and immediately jumped backwards out of the jewelry store.

The machete hit James accurately, who was about to open his mouth to defend himself. McBride penetrated his body, and the protruding tip of the knife almost even hit Qin Lang.

He was also taken aback. "Oh my God! How could he have so much strength? ”

"Leave that guy's strength alone, Qin, now is not the time." O'Connor called, and he had run to the back of a jewelry counter, exchanging bullets with Machete's men. "I need your 'firepower advantage'!" The other side had at least twenty-five guns, and the dense fire was shattering everything around him, which was terrible. "Move faster, Qin!"

"Hold on, man." Qin Lang replied, and finally glanced at James who was still holding it in his hand with regret. McBride—who was dead, but still looking dead—let go of him and spun out from behind the corner. "I should have bought another grenade launcher." He muttered, then pulled the trigger on the bandits.

The carbine began to sing.