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I can't stand it anymore if I change to someone else, but I'm different because I have anger as a companion. This old account must be settled today.

As the night drew to a close, the slippery ghost finally arrived. He showed up in the warehouse without warning, and it was the same old trick again. I picked up my gun, ready to blow his head out. After all these years, this dog mongrel has finally fallen into my hands. People are stolen and seized, and there is nowhere to escape under the guns of "fate".

"Trist. Long time no see. ”

I had prepared a better opening line, but when he did show up, those words flew all over the horizon.

Trist turned, his face as usual. No fear, no apologies, not even a hint of surprise. Even with a gun in front of him, he remained unmoved. guy.

"Malcolm, how long have you been standing here?" His sneer was so angry that it tickled the roots of his teeth.

I raised the muzzle of my gun and took aim, hoping to pull the trigger and smash his poker face into rotten flesh.

This is long overdue.

But no, I have to hear his confession.

"Why?" The moment I asked, I knew he must have made up a perfect excuse.

"Why do you have a gun? Old friends meet, not to. ”

Friends? This pretentious bastard is laughing at me again. I just want to screw his head off right now - but I'm in control.

"You look as dashing as ever." He looked at me and said.

I looked down at the hole in my clothes that had been bitten by a manta ray—I had swam to avoid the guards. And Trist, even if he only has a few copper plates, he has to dress up like a dog. I can't wait to blast him into a pile of rotten meat, but first, he owes me an explanation.

"Tell me why you ran away on your own, otherwise your handsome face would have been shattered all over the floor." When dealing with Trist, you're going to have to be tough. Otherwise, he'll get an inch in and make you mess around.

When we were partners in the past, he was very practical in his slippery style.

"A whole decade! In prison! You know that feeling?! I asked.

He didn't know. For the first time in his life, Trist couldn't say anything pretty - he knew he was wrong.

"The way those dogs torture me can drive everybody crazy. But I didn't, because anger keeps people awake. And then there's the fact that I've been thinking about this moment, this now, this place. ”

The beautiful words came: "In this way, it was all up to me that you survived." You should thank me. ”

This sentence completely me off. I was so angry that my eyes went black - that's his method, and when I was really carried away by the rage, he would do the escape trick again. I took a deep breath and once again suppressed the urge to shoot. He was a little surprised that I didn't take the bait. And now, I'm close to the answer.

"How much did they give you to betray me?" I yelled in my lower voice.

Trist was quiet for a moment, with a smile on his face. He's in a race for time.

"Malcolm, it's a pleasure to talk to you, but this time is not the right time or place."

In an instant, I noticed that there was an extra card between his fingers, flying up and down. Without even thinking about it, I slammed the trigger.

Boom!

The cards had turned to crumbs, and there was almost his dishonest hand.

"Idiot!" He screamed - I was glad to see him hysterical. "You've brought everybody here! Do you know whose territory this **** place is?! ”

Do I care about this?

I was about to make up for the shot when out of the corner of my eye I noticed that his hand seemed to move again. Suddenly, countless cards exploded in my field of vision. I shot indiscriminately, too lazy to care whether he lived or died.

For a moment, the room was filled with roars, footsteps, gunsmoke, and flying wood chips. In the midst of the chaos, I managed to find Trist, and the door to the warehouse was kicked open.

More than a dozen Hook Gang members rushed in and joined the chaotic battle.

"Are you here for real?" Trist asked, holding a handful of cards in his hand, ready to throw them at any moment. I nodded, and with my gun in hand, I aimed at him steadily.

Let's settle the ledger.