Stand up, Sand Shadow. Belite's face was more resolute than ever.

Slowly walked towards Anzu, not far away. Self-Robot, his pathos is beyond the comprehension of outsiders.

"Old friend, how can I allow you to continue to be used like this, even if you die, you can't rest in peace? Old friend, how can I bear you to continue to carry these infamys that you should not have carried! ”

"Emergency mode! Emergency Mode! Enemy attack spotted! Enemy attack spotted! ”

Sand Shadow. Belite's revolver bullets had run out of bullets, and Anzu. The ranged weapons on Seifer's body have also been scrapped in the battle just now.

In the next second, two people who were supposed to be gunmen rushed to each other at the same time and started hand-to-hand combat.

"Gun fighting focuses not only on gun skills, but also on leg skills, your memory chip is good, and he really has the strength he had back then!" Use leg skills with mechanical Anzu. Seifer fights, Sand Shadow. Belite couldn't help but sigh.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! "And yet the sand shadow. Belite was destined to get only a repetitive mechanical response.

The fight continues, the sand shadow of flesh and blood. Belite still fell behind after all, but even so, he still seemed to be talking to himself.

"Remember what I told you? When it comes to leadership and charisma, I'm far worse than you. I'm a person, I don't have the talent to manage others, and I don't have the consciousness to be a leader.

But you're different from me, you're a natural leader, and it seems like if everyone will be the same as you can say with a big wave of your hand.

But one thing you have to admit is that in a duel between us, it will always be me who wins more and loses less! ”

Suddenly a get-up roundabout kick will be heavy Anzu. The cyphur robot kicked into the air, and saw that it could no longer escape in the air, Sand Shadow. Belite placed her hand on the inside of her trench coat on her chest.

Tearing off the string of the pendant, this particular pendant turned out to be a bullet from a revolver, and took a deep breath, Sha Shadow. Belite quickly loaded it into the revolver.

Pressed the muzzle of the gun to Anzu. The eyebrows of the cypher robot, but the sand shadow. Belite didn't pull the trigger immediately.

……

In order to avenge the murder of his family, the young Belit practiced penance, and finally succeeded in assassinating the great dart Hayat, who once ruled the lawless wilderness, at the age of fourteen.

But Heyat's strength is not only himself, but also the intertwined forces behind him.

Even if the leader is lost, the "Odil" organization created by Heyat will not be in any crisis because of this.

The new chief was led by Hatter's son Yat. Reece inherited, he was more gifted and more brutal than his father.

Young Belite thought that his actions would bring peace to the land for a while, but he did not expect that it would lead to even more oppressive exploitation.

And he himself has become a wanted person in the entire lawless zone.

From that day on, almost everyone he saw could be his enemy.

The life of rolling on the tip of the knife day after day made the young Belite extremely tired. Although he has matured much more than his peers, he is only a half-old child after all.

Unable to endure such a life, he has almost given up, and perhaps in this case, death is liberation. But the pride of being a cowboy made him not want to die like a rat like this, so he still struggled.

Until he met the man......

"Another guy who died for my bounty!" Holding the muzzle of the gun to the man's eyebrows, fifteen-year-old Bellit looked no different from an adult because of his weathered experience.

And in front of him, there was also a young man with a mustache about his age.

This guy has been following him for a long time, but for Belite, who is being hunted down every day, he quickly completes the anti-tracking and captures this guy.

"Don't be nervous, brother, I'm not here to kill you!" Taking off his trench coat, the mustachioed young man showed the empty pouch of the gun around his waist.

Belite's eyes widened in surprise, knowing that in this lawless zone, a gun is a person's life. People who don't carry guns are simply dead.

"Trust me now, right? Brother, I have known your reputation for a long time, and although I am only a nobody now, I believe that as long as the two of us join forces, we will definitely be able to overthrow 'Odil'. ”

"Do you think this trick of deceiving children will work for me? Stupid guy, you're being clever and you're being mistaken for being smart! With a sneer, in the year he had been hunted down, Belite had encountered all sorts of ways to kill him. And this also made him almost no longer trust anyone.

"If it were you, I think you would be able to understand me, because my parents are dead too!" The mustachioed young man said suddenly.

"In this lawless zone, the dead are as common as drinking water and eating." Belite said with a cold face, and at the same time had some doubts in his heart, what did this guy want to say.

"They died at the hands of Heyat, but did they really die at the hands of Heyat? No! ”

"Did they die at the hands of 'Odil'? Neither is it! ”

"They died in the wrong place!"

"Listen to me Bellit, this place, where we are treading under our feet, is a place full of mistakes!"

"And what we're going to do is change that!"

Listening to the bearded young man's speech, Belite was a little distracted, because in the dark, he seemed to really have sensed that this mustachioed young man had the same ideals as him.

It's just that the ideal is too far away, so far away that Belite doesn't dare to imagine it.

It was at this moment of his distraction that the bearded young man suddenly burst out and took the opportunity to snatch the revolver from Belite's hand.

His eyes widened, and Belite said that he was not good, and it was too late to fight back.

I saw the mustachioed young man put his revolver backhand on his forehead, and then immediately pulled the trigger.

Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, Belite was still too innocent, otherwise he would not have died so stupidly.

The expected gunshot of the "click" did not come out, but the sound of the revolver being hollowed.

Slowly opening his eyes, Belite saw the playful smile of the mustachioed youth. Bounced off his left hand, and in the left hand of the mustachioed young man was a golden bullet.

"There's only one bullet left, you're a failed cowboy. But that's okay......"

As he spoke, the mustachioed young man stretched out his hand: "As long as we work together, there will be no more enemies in front of us!" My name is Anzu. Nice to meet you, Severette! ”

"I'll give you back this bullet, don't leave this one alone at the next critical moment, haha!"