There was a "click" sound.

The scarred thumb clasped the battering ram, and the bullet nest made the grappling hook bite tightly, ready to fire at any time.

Little Jack raised his hands and glanced at the horse.

"It can! Yes, it can!"

"Actually, we are not that familiar, and our relationship is not that good. Dolly has always wanted to have a new owner."

Jack and Wen Bucai winked and spoke ill of their beloved horses as if they were guilty of committing crimes.

"It makes me feel sick. I saw it barking at the Malfoy sink! I know that it is a shameless bitch. Its heart no longer belongs to me. Sooner or later, I will be killed by it.

..."

Vincent was very calm: "I'm going to Sloth Town to do something, Jackma, and I don't want you to come with me. The road is very dangerous, and you are my benefactor."

After saying that, he put away the gun, and Jack immediately pounced forward, but was forced back by Wen Bucai's incredible speed in drawing the gun.

Wen Bucai: "I'll say it again, I don't want you to come with me."

"Oh! Wow!" Jack's face turned pale, he raised his hands again and stretched, pretending to yawn: "Chinese Kung Fu! Oh! Haha..."

Vincent continued: "This counts as borrowing. Borrowing and repaying is not robbery."

Little Jack's eyes widened: "Is this what you did to your benefactor? Point your gun at me?"

Vincent said firmly: "I was dead, thank you."

Little Jack: "What the hell do you want to do?"

Vincent: "Now I'm going to collect my debt."

Little Jack's eyes lit up: "Yes! I want a debt! Finally a few words that I can understand came out of your mouth! I like money!"

Vincent: "So?"

Little Jack: "Who do you ask to get money from? Do you have my share?"

Vincent: "The Perfume Bottle Gang."

Little Jack: "Crazy!? Alone?"

Vincent: "No?"

"You are looking for death!" Little Jack shouted in shock: "The entire Arizona rangers formed a bandit suppression group and called the most powerful surgeons in the world to come and attach the crocodile's penis to them to strengthen their courage - they all

Don't you dare mess with these ogres! Vincent! What nonsense are you talking about? You? Alone?"

Vincent: "Seven days later."

Little Jack: "Your belly will be cut open by the butcher, and the intestines will be used to hold the brains. You will turn into a hanging sausage! The thighs will be cut into six pieces and served on the dinner plate. Sprinkle some black pepper, salt and table wine together.

Sent to the mouth of the ogre!"

Vincent: "Right here, on this railroad track, I will pay you back everything I owe you."

Little Jack was frightened and frightened.

"I don't want a horse or a gun anymore. Don't say you've seen me! I beg you!"

"If the Perfume Bottle Gang knows that I have a relationship with you, and if they recognize Dolly and the gun, they will never let me go! I don't want to cause trouble!"

"I will die, not only me, but also my uncle and aunt, my whole family will die!"

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[Part2·Deja Vu]

After a long time, neither Vincent nor little Jack spoke.

They stood frozen, perhaps Mr. Wen was also hesitating and wavering.

Because what Jack Martin said is true. If Wen Bucai fails, the perfume bottle will follow the gun and the pony Dolly's saddle trademark to Sheriff Jack's home - not only will he kill his benefactor, but he will also

Killed my benefactor's whole family, again, again...

Vincent used the muzzle of his gun to lift the police badge on Little Jack's chest.

"Have we met somewhere?"

Little Jack: "I've never seen it before! Don't try to get close to me! I have a bottle of hair dye in my pocket! Can you put it on Dolly?"

Vincent: "I'm sure we met once."

The cold sweat on Little Jack's face flowed down to his chin, "Save it for me, Vincent..."

Vincent: "Five hundred million years ago, we were just two fish."

Little Jack raised his hands and continued to be weird: "Then you must be an ungrateful great white shark. I rescued you from the seaweed, but you turned around and ate me clean, not even a bone was left."

Vincent didn't take it seriously: "Give me the whip on your waist."

Little Jack did as he was told.

"Jack!" Vincent yelled, "I'm leaving!"

Little Jack became energetic and gave up the French military salute.

There was hesitation and uneasiness in his eyes, and he was expecting and hoping in his heart.

Also afraid, not daring to face the devil.

"Perfume bottle! Perfume bottle! Vincent! Perfume bottle! There's nothing you can do! Stop!"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! This is the notorious gangster group that roams the Grand Canyon of Colorado, and protects many human trading companies in the form of official-bandit collusion.

Colored people from all over the world, through this gang, brought this barren but fertile land and turned it into a dead bone under the wooden sleeper and new fertilizer in the plantation.

He is just a small police officer, and he is simply unable to fight against such a behemoth.

He hoped that this nimble Chinese man could really do something - maybe in seven days, his little Dolly and his beloved gun would return to him along with the banknotes.

Jack Martin is also afraid.

When he returns to this railway track again, he will take away the rewards sent by fate——

——Waiting for him, will it be another bullet!

In front of the power of nature, Vincent was lying on the ground dying just a few minutes ago. He had no choice but to welcome death.

Little Jack thought, maybe this man went to beg for wages? Even if he kept his name anonymous and continued to work as a translator in Snow City, he could live a good life, so why should he choose a dead end?

Little Jack thought about it for a long time, but still felt uneasy, so he embarked on this road of no return and headed towards Sloth Town.

To be on the safe side, he picked up a pair of boots next to the cactus as a spare shoe, in case the spurs of his riding boots were broken and he had no shoes to wear.

Not far after he ran out, he saw Vincent reining in the reins at the fork in the road, seemingly waiting for someone.

Little Jack held up his shoes, turning from worry to joy, as if courage was flowing out of his body.

"I knew it! You don't have the guts!~ Hey!"

Jack smiled mischievously.

"Still! Are you waiting for me?"

He swung his butt, swayed his waist, and danced.

The hot wind is coming!

"Bang!--"

The two crystal scorpions in the boots had just climbed onto the uppers, preparing to use their crystal clear tails to leave fatal wounds on little Jack's fingers. The venom in their bodies was enough to kill a buffalo.

The two little beasts clung to each other, killing two with one shot, and turned into crumbs.

When he saw clearly the dead scorpion fragments on the ground, little Jack turned pale with fright.

However, he quickly regained his energy, grinned again, and was nervous and excited because of Vincent's good marksmanship.

"How about we go back to Sanyang Town together, and you be my assistant and groom? How about we catch criminals together and exchange rewards? Vincent! Vincent! Forget Sloth Town! Forget

Get the perfume bottle!"

Vincent drove his horse and rushed to little Jack's side. His waist and back muscles almost blocked all the sunlight.

The unknown passerby reached out and took out a handful of bullets from Little Jack's coat pocket.

Little Jack's smile froze on his face, and he slowly said the four English letters: "F·U·C·K."

Vincent: "I forgot to ask you for bullets. Do you have any more?"

Little Jack: "That's it?"

Vincent: "That's it."

Little Jack reluctantly took out two leather bags, one bag of water and one bag of copper ammunition from his hip pocket.

Vincent accepted it and didn't even say goodbye this time.

"You keep good accounts and I will pay them back."
To be continued...