[Part1·Life hanging by a thread]

"Die! Vincent!"

The Collector has no intention of continuing to produce works of art. Even if the big boss wants him to capture them alive, he cannot continue to carry out the order - the destructive power displayed by Wen Bucai's spirit has far exceeded the Collector's expectations.

Turbulent tongues of fire spurted out from the muzzle of the perfume bottle, and the two triggers fired simultaneously. The two bullets went straight to Wen Bucai's head at a very short interval!

Wen Bucai's eyes were still blurred, deeply trapped in the hallucination caused by the paralyzing toxin, and his reaction was slow. His hands and feet were tied tightly with hemp rope.

The first bullet hit the side of his face, and was crushed into pieces by [Drunkard]'s palms.

The second bullet was slightly late and hit the center of the eyebrow!

Wen Bucai's neck was about to be broken! He looked up at the sky, bone fragments and blood splattered between his eyebrows!

"Vincent!——" David Victor was in disbelief, and the puppet's stiff face showed an expression of anxiety and irritability!

The looming alcoholic spirit body will lose power at any time, and the weak body cannot support the same weak spirit - the power of the soul is hidden in Wen Bucai's skin, and it is difficult to fully digest the kinetic energy of this bullet!

Vincent's life was almost hanging by a thread. The lead bullet pierced his skull and opened a part of the gap. The cerebral fluid that maintained the cranial pressure was slowly draining away, and his mouth and nose were covered with blood.

"The effect is good!" The collector took out new ammunition from his cuffs and loaded the perfume bottle with thunder. "How long can your soul power last? Vincent? In this state! Maybe just one more shot...

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"My soul! Help! Please help! Please!" Jack Martin screamed. He could barely feel the existence of his hands and feet. After being turned into a "collection" by a collector, his body was also in a mess -

—I have long since lost the strength to fight back.

David Victor's psychic power also faced this problem. After he turned into a doll, he could hardly force his soul power to leave his body.

Who can save him?! Who can save him?

"Bang!--"

The second gunshot sounded like Death's scythe hitting the wrong place.

Wen Bucai struggled and could barely lift his right hand. Two bullets penetrated his arm, shattered the humerus and forearm, and passed out from the elbow. The fragments and bullets shot into his slightly deflected cheek and penetrated through the masseter muscle of the mandible.

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Blood! Blood all over the floor!

The extremely cruel execution by firing squad also made Jack Martin's inner fear more and more intense——

——This is what happens when you fight against the perfume bottle. Beautiful fairy tales don’t seem to happen!

Vincent was like a dog, being tortured and slowly being shot to death!

"It's so troublesome!" The collector continued to fill the mercury fulminant bullets, and the dirty blood splashed from the prisoner's body flew to his face - the grip of the firearm was slippery, hoping it would not affect the burning of the gunpowder.

"Ho..."

"ha..."

"Ho..."

Wen Bucai's breathing sounded like a lamb struggling to survive with its neck cut open and its trachea cut off.

There was no will to survive or anger in his eyes, only darkness. The toxins were still affecting his senses, and he couldn't even feel much pain.

The muzzle of the gun is pointed at this unruly "beast" again, and the collector must continue to pull the trigger.

A rope and stone rope flew from the sky and deflected the muzzle of the perfume bottle!

At this moment, the glass bottle holding Victor was smashed to pieces. He reluctantly crawled out. The little puppet looked around and towards the weak light source at the entrance of the cellar - there was an uninvited guest! Suddenly appeared in the dim cage.

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"Someone is helping us!" Jack Martin bounced hard, trying to shake the frame and jump off the wine cellar counter, "Teacher Victor! Someone is helping us!"

David Victor: "Who is it?!"

The faint light filtering through the crack in the hotel door illuminated the stranger's profile.

He looked forty-five years old. He was wearing an ordinary farmer's brown shirt and overalls. He had a particularly big hat. His black hair covered most of his face. His long and thin eyes were hidden in the brim of the hat and hair. His neck and face were all dark.

It's bright red.

"It's an Indian!" Little Jack recognized it at a glance, and there was no mistaking it - this guy's head could be exchanged for eight dollars at the state government!

The collector was caught off guard and pulled the trigger in a panic. The muzzle of the gun was pointed to the side of the wine cellar, and it was impossible to recalibrate it.

The bullet penetrated the barrel and there was an explosion in the cellar!

Fortunately, there was not much oxygen left in the cellar, so the fireball only burned everyone's mouths and noses and dissipated immediately.

The Collector quickly turned back to deal with the new enemy! He had no idea where this mysterious man came from!

Indian? Why? Do these three guys have any accomplices?

The thin oxygen made the collector dizzy. The mysterious man who took advantage of the vent drew his strong bow and shot a sharp arrow in the darkness!

The crab spirit emerged from the Collector's heart and tried to block the hidden weapon, but the arrow penetrated it!

The bowstring of the sheep tendon made a sound, and the penetrating power of the arrow penetrated the chest and back of the demon doll. The lapel was suddenly dyed red with blood! The miserable face of the dwarf monster vomiting blood was revealed!

"What the hell...what the hell..."

He also wanted to take Lady White's products from the golem's breast pocket to heal his wounds, but the tall Indian warrior crushed his head under his feet!

"Kacha!——"

His head was shattered, his bones were shattered, and he couldn't die anymore!

As the body dies, the spiritual energy of [Black Mass·Black Mass] also dissipates——

——Jack Martin fell from the wine cellar counter and returned to his normal body. Victor's beauty as a demon no longer existed. He was a weed that grew in the wind, and instantly transformed into his original form.

Fifteen or sixteen figures jumped out from the collector's clothes. They stepped on each other and squeezed each other, and then they all fell down.

There are only a few living people left. Although Boss Jerrys has recovered his true form, his stomach is completely eaten by the larvae of Lady White.

Mrs. Stella was holding Boy Bill, and the two black shop family members were also in shock, and their bodies were covered with wounds gnawed by insects.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Among the dead bodies on the ground, the Indian man found the collector's boots and took a meaningful look.

David Victor's mental power came to an end, and Jack Martin was so frightened by the sight of a river of blood flowing from hell on earth that he fainted on the spot.

Vincent was still struggling on the edge of life and death, but he became the most sober one.

In a hazy state of consciousness, he felt his body being dragged to the first floor and then to a mud patch outside the hotel. Someone gave him medicine, and the wounds on his body began to feel numb and itchy.

I don’t know how long has passed——

——When the sun rose again, it was already the fourth day.

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[Part2·Black Hawk’s youngest son]

"I am the war chief of the Sauk tribe, the youngest son of the leader of the Black Eagle tribe."

A bucket of milk was poured on Vincent's face, and the Indian men woke them up one by one.

"You can call me Keopup - Keo."

In the shelter of the rock platform, in a cave depression, the Indian took off his big sun hat, revealing a fiery red hair ornament and a head of black hair - there were already a lot of white hairs in this dark hair.

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His face was haggard. After waking up the three young men, he continued to carve wood.

With the exception of Wen Bucai, Victor and Jack were both tied up by Keogh, who seemed to have a deep hatred for white people.

His long bow was not loosened, and he was always in a state of battle readiness, standing at the downwind of the camp.

Wen Bucai's body was still in severe pain. His arm was almost penetrated by the bullet from the perfume bottle. The wound between his eyebrows seemed to have just healed, and his head was concussed. He reluctantly crawled to the edge of the cave and took out everything in his stomach.

Spit it out!

"Let my friend go..."

A hoarse voice came from his throat. As Wen Bucai spoke, he staggered towards David.

Mr. Keogh stretched out his leg a little and tripped the rash Oriental—

"——What are you going to do?"

Wen Bucai fell into a trap and broke two of his teeth!

His eyes were red, and he immediately got up and wanted to take action!

David Victor had linen stuffed in his mouth and couldn't speak, but he hooked Vincent's ankle hard and asked him to calm down! Ask him not to be so anxious!

"Kio..." Vincent came back to his senses and asked quickly: "You saved us? Why did you save us?"

He took three stone bowls from beside the fire, containing some rice mixed with grains and mutton.

Keopup held out his hands and received the food solemnly with a graceful manner. The sun had just risen slowly from the gap at the other end of the Colorado River Valley.

In any case, it was this red-skinned Indian who saved the lives of the three brothers.
To be continued...