Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Road to the North Again

There was no more choice, Andy made a backflip with both legs, and defused the ferocious strangulation.

Looking at Andy's machete, the hangman jumped two steps back, but the rope in his hand still wrapped around Andy's neck.

The machete slashed at the rope, and I don't know what material the broken rope actually cut continuously.

When Andy was speechless, the hangman's right hand wrapped the rope and pulled it violently, and the huge force instantly tightened the rope around Andy's neck, and he only felt completely out of breath, and the place where the trap was held hurt to death.

He had no choice but to hold on to the rope as well, and the two of them stood there like a tug-of-war, each holding one hand up, pulling the rope in both directions.

After two breaths, Andy was thinking about simply rushing over to give this guy a set, even if he couldn't cut him, he had to throw away his weapon, who would have thought that the hangman would suddenly let go, and at the moment when Andy was out of balance because of the reaction force, he suddenly rushed in front of Andy and jumped into the air, swept the machete in Andy's hand with a whip leg, and then pulled out a bayonet from behind and stabbed Andy in the eye.

A twisted smile appeared on the hangman's face, as if he had seen his own bayonet stab the other man's eye as it had done countless times before, and then pierce the other man's brain.

But in the next second, things didn't develop so much.

Andy, who was in a desperate situation with wide eyes, roared and turned on the V mode without reservation, he used all his physical strength to throw twenty punches with all his strength, and the punches hit the hangman's head first, and when he lost consciousness and fell to the ground, his head was already swollen.

Andy, who was exhausted, had black eyes, his legs were unable to support his body, and he fell directly to his knees.

A feeling of weakness that permeated his whole body gradually began to erode him, and although his will was still high under the influence of adrenaline, his muscles were no longer obedient, and they were as soft as cotton, and his heart began to ache like a twitch, and the heavy wheezing had begun to make his lungs uncomfortable.

After resting for a while, the torture did not subside but began to worsen, and even the head began to ache sharply, all kinds of chaotic hallucinations appeared in front of my eyes, and my ears began to ring.

In the hangman's field of vision, Andy suddenly seemed to explode, and in an instant he shot a series of fists with afterimages at his head, and almost in the next second he was beaten unconscious.

Glancing at the hangman lying motionless on the ground, Andy cursed angrily and took out a healing needle from the beep-boy for himself to use, a warm current poured into his body from the place where he was injected, and after a while, his bad symptoms finally began to ease.

When the hangman woke up, he was tied up by Andy with his own rattan rope and thrown to the ground.

“.....”

He thought about it for a moment, trying to figure out why he was here and was the way he was, but his head started to hurt when he remembered it.

A grim square face appeared in front of him.

"Yo, you're awake, how are you resting? Do you want to come with me? Remember to be a good dog on the road, that's what you said. ”

kicked him angrily, Andy's whole body was still aching, especially his neck, which was blackened by the rope lasso.

"What? What did I say? ”

The hangman asked blankly.

Andy rolled his eyes.

"Do you remember what your boss commanded? If you forget that, get out. ”

The hangman pondered for a moment, and his face gradually reacted.

"So I got into a fight with you, didn't I? Did I lose? ”

"Why else would you be bound? Take the lead in reaching out and provoking to end up in this end, how do you feel? ”

"It's too.... What do you think?... I always feel like I'm the one who happens to this kind of situation all the time, because I'm bad-tempered and unlucky..."

"A little self-aware, huh?"

Seeing that the pig-headed hangman was still in a stable state of mind, Andy reached out to untie the rope and motioned for him to decide to stay.

"So how are you doing now?"

The hangman shook his hair and turned to get into the car.

"As I said before, I'll listen to you along the way."

Watching the embarrassed guy walk into the back seat in silence and sit without saying a word, Andy went into the cab and took out a bottle of coolant that he had prostituted from Bob yesterday and added it to the car.

The Atomic Humvee started with a roar, Andy looked at the vegetable and fruit store not far away because of the brawl between the two people, and threw dozens of bottle caps over, and the shiny bottle caps rolled into the store and ran around.

The car went out of Crosstown smoothly and turned back in the direction of the north-west along the route it had come.

Andy thinks that there are many things to do on this way back, in addition to establishing trade links between Blackfoot and Crosstown, he also needs to use this to completely abolish Blackfoot's slavery, and most importantly, to capture the hateful fugitive called Chagas.

Glancing at the pig's head in the rearview mirror, Andy was still a little angry.

"That's how you usually do things? Even if it's a gangster, you don't mess things up, right? I think those natives in Blackfoot Village are better than you! ”

The pig's head in the back seat smiled, and the smile on his face showed the same smile as before, and Andy Qingten, who was watching, burst out of the brakes to park the car in the desert, kicked the car door and dragged the hangman out of the back seat, and directly took out the python and aimed it at his head.

"Explain to me your smile, or I'll collapse you here, and if I don't say anything wrong, you're going to strangle me to death."

The hammer is pulled and the trigger is on Andy's finger, and no matter how hard this person can hit, his head will be shattered with a single shot.

The hangman was silent for a moment, and finally said a dry apology.

Hearing this remarkable, Andy took a breath and reluctantly calmed down, put away the python and pushed him away.

"You roll the co-pilot for me, so that I can see that the situation is not right, kick you out of the car, and then crush your head with the wheel."

Moments later, the two were on their way again.

The unchanging environment combined with the tense atmosphere in the car made the journey extremely torturous, and even worse, although Andy didn't dare to put his mind down, the bastards around him quietly began to fall asleep.

It wasn't until he fell asleep with his head tilted that Andy realized that he didn't know when he was asleep, and the messy hair that covered half of his face was spilled out, and Andy saw that there was a tattoo on his forehead similar to the one on the slave traders who had been killed by Andy before.

Tilting his head, Andy knocked the hangman awake with an elbow.

"You've been a slave trader before?"

The hangman yawned in a daze.

"Ahh Sort of, do you have any opinions? ”

With a snap, he covered his face with one hand, and at this moment, Andy's impression of this person had fallen into the Mariana Trench.