Chapter Ninety-One: The City of Chaos
In the desert not far from the casino, the sun is scorching and cloudless.
The scorching sun scorched the earth, the wail spread painfully farther in this empty world, and the man standing in the middle of the road was holding a revolver, his body sweating profusely, his underwear sticking to his skin causing discomfort, but he had no time to take off his coat.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew from the west, bringing heat and sand from the depths of the desert into the barren city.
Smack!
The robber steadied himself and fired continuously, all the bullets into John's body, and a wisp of gray smoke came out of the muzzle, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air.
It's just that John still didn't fall to the ground, he became a pig to be slaughtered, his body shook twice, but the hammer swung down again after a moment's pause!
"Don't, stop!"
"I apologize to you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't ......"
"Then be a good person in the next life, bye~"
John showed a simple smile, but the hammer in his hand no longer had the slightest pause, and the hammer smashed from the direction of the temple to the knock at great speed, and the knock flew out ten meters in an instant!
The body rolled wildly, leaving a rough and straight trail on the yellow sand and gravel pavement.
Although there was a little blood under his feet, John didn't feel much pain, and the muscles behind his back were slowly squirming, expelling all four bullets from his body, and the wound was slowly healing, leaving only a scar the size of a bullet hole.
The bullets didn't explode inside John's body, they were wrapped in foul blood and fell to the ground......
He turned his head suddenly, revealing a face that seemed to be smiling, looked at the gun-wielding robber who was stupid in place, and slowly walked towards him.
β...... Monsters, monsters!"
"Monster!"
The robber shouted, scattered, and ran.
He doesn't have any idea of avenging his friends, this kind of street gangster who usually uses his physical advantage to do evil and only does some low-end robbery is all pretentious, and he has never seen real malice at all, so it is important to save his life first when disaster comes!
John scratched the back of his head, aimed his left hand at the bandit, stretched his right arm back, his muscles bulging slightly, and then exerted his strength in an instant.
Whoosh β
The hammer tumbled rapidly in the air, and the sound of piercing the air exploded in the ears of the robber, and he was still running wildly, his pale face covered with cold sweat and chills.
John looked expressionlessly at the robber fleeing like a mouse, and the robber seemed to feel the imminent feeling of death, and he looked back in a panic to see that a hammer that had already taken several lives had arrived at the front door!
There was only darkness in front of him, and the robber felt a huge pressure in an instant after finally turning his head, as if thousands of hammers were smashing at him at the same time, and the sky was all cold silver-gray color!
And himself, the pork loin on the board, immediately turned into a meat puree!
Smack......
Before he could savor the smell of fear, the end of the hammer used to pry the nail had already been inserted into the skull in that instant, followed by a series of crunching sounds of broken bones, and the pain dissipated in an instant.
The robber fell to the ground, with several blood marks on his face, and his eyeballs were still in the most frightened and desperate state before he died, and could no longer be closed.
And John's face did not change after the murder, he was born with an honest appearance, even frowning as if he was being wronged, and at the moment he still maintained a simple smile and walked to the robber's side.
Hold the hammer stuck in the bandit's head with one hand, shake it from side to side twice, and pull it out at will.
Tearing a piece of the robber's garment and wiping the hammer clean, John untied the flask from his waist and drank the liquor he didn't know where it came from, the alcohol falling into John's mouth from mid-air, and the spicy taste made him even more satisfied.
Suddenly John felt sweat on his body, he took off his shirt and put it on his shoulder, and with a hammer in his hand, he staggered along the direction of the road, still humming a song belonging to the Free West.
βCome upstairs and Ill sho you here......β
Along the way, his behavior became more and more bohemian, sometimes shouting and jumping on the road like a treasure, and the place where the black scales grew on his body slowly fell off after seeing the sun, leaving only traces as if they had been burned by flames.
The fine crumbs fell quickly to the ground and were quickly blown away by the hot wind like knives......
......
John finally entered the fabled chaotic city of Makhnora before dark, which was a little different from what he had imagined, with no bullets on the streets, no looters and no mafiosa.
It's just that the policemen are leaning against the street lamp in dark green coats, with good cigars in their mouths, and beautiful women keep coming up to ask them if they want to have a drink, and then these policemen put their arms around the woman's waist and quickly leave the jurisdiction.
Gas streetlights on both sides of the street illuminate the city that has just entered the night, and soon there is not a single policeman in sight on the street.
The night is occupied by the women who stand on the street, their faces are filled with the sweetest and sexy smiles, and they use the most seductive movements to entice you to pull out gold pounds.
From the central square, the sound of the kick drum is constantly beating, and the huge underground orchestra performance has just begun, and the exaggerated clown host's face is painted with red and black paint, and the most slippery sound drives the atmosphere of the scene.
Fireworks exploded in the air, and the young fans who were desperately shouting and cheering off the stadium were also dressed in revealing offbeat, leather jackets decorated with sharp and bold willows, and their bodies were covered with decorations made of only metal materials, and the rhythmic underground music went crazy.
And Makhnora isn't just about crazy music festivals and prostitution days, but also sexy and cute drag girls in front of those tall buildings.
With their fluffy tails in tow, Bunny and Catgirl are inviting guests into the casino, where they follow them all the way and explain any game they are interested in.
Underground boxing and all sorts of death-escape magic tricks play out in every corner of the city, and the bars are buzzing with people.
People from all over the country and even abroad come to release their stress and shout at all the rubbish they are not used to, or blow the most unscrupulous cowhides, causing the surrounding guests and escorts to laugh.
However, there are also many customers who have a big fight because of a certain opinion and others.
At this point, the bar owner will pull out his shiny shotgun from under the bar and tell the brawlers to get out of the duel as fast as possible, so as not to smash the good imported wine and decoration in the store!
And if one party really proposes a duel to the other side, and the other party also takes the duel, a special referee will appear, and pull out a duel from the thick pile of duel books and give it to both parties to sign.
The most important thing in the dueling book is not to write down the question of no responsibility, but to make it clear that the loser of the duel will unconditionally agree with the winner's point of view and will never dispute this point of view again!
Of course, this kind of duel can also send his subordinates to fight instead of himself, and those local tyrant bosses are not willing to easily put their lives on the line in this kind of place, they will exclude their most effective bodyguards to defend their dignity.
At this moment, the owner of the bar will immediately open a gambling game to liven up the atmosphere and attract more people to the bar to watch the game!
The lively and passionate Makhnora is the best place for the rich to let off steam, and it also attracts the poor who want to be appreciated by the rich.
Although in Makhnora as long as you have money, you can get almost all the pleasures in this world, but this extreme drunken gold addict will shut up at half past ten in the morning.
The late night in Makhnora belongs to the true masters of the city.