The trajectory of the world king in the United States

In the Old Gun Bar, on this rainy night, the atmosphere was extremely stagnant.

The gray-haired young man had already stood up, holding a gun in his left hand and pointing it at the uninvited Seb's head. Everyone present knew that this gun was not used to scare people. There was really something inside. Bullets, and Bourne really knows how to shoot. The missing person he mentioned before was not bragging. Although he couldn't kill the person, he was an accomplice after all.

You have to know that there is a big difference between those who have killed people and those who have not. Seb raised his head and looked at the muzzle of the gun in front of him. He was trembling a little. It seemed that the person holding the gun was a little excited. It's no wonder. After all, He was just a young man, with a hint of immaturity on his face. He was probably in his 20s, and he still had an unshaved beard.

What were you doing when you were in your 20s?

Seber's eyes jumped for a moment, and then an indescribable headache rushed into his brain, making him give up the idea of ​​continuing to recall. The only thing that was certain was that at that time, the hand he was holding the gun in was not Will shake.

"Hey asshole, don't cause trouble in my bar and get out"

When Christian's father saw Bourne taking out the gun, he felt nervous. He put down the glass and started roaring, but Bourne ignored him and just stared at Seb. Cole turned and cursed at his father. One sound,

"Shut up old man, it's none of your business."

"You said Cole's knife can't hurt you, so what about this thing?"

Bourne gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence. In order to strengthen the momentum of this sentence, he put his finger on the trigger. He hoped to see a trace of expression from Seb's face, whether it was fear or anger, if it was It would be best to beg for mercy, which would make Bourne, who was not from a very good background, feel a special sense of pleasure.

But there was no change in Seber's eyes. Facing Bourne, he leaned on the chair, pointed the gun at his heart, and whispered,

"A gun is not bad... This is a good weapon. As you know, a good weapon needs to be well maintained to bring out its power and edge. The most important thing is that you have to learn how to use it correctly. it..."

"What do you mean bastard?"

Cole punched Seb in the face. The young man's head was knocked to one side. When he lifted it up again, there was already a trace of blood. Seb moved his mouth, feeling the smell of blood coming from his mouth. A familiar smell that made every cell and pore in his body scream and scream, but he had to suppress them... soon he wouldn't have to...

"I mean, before you shoot, you first have to make sure you turn on the safety."

This sentence made Bourne's eyes change, maybe because he really didn't know this, maybe because of some other messy things, in short, his eyes turned to the revolver in his hand, and in less than 1 second, he He realized that he had been tricked again, because the gun Jamie handed him had no safety at all.

"damn it..."

"boom"

Before Bourne could finish his words, Seb, who had just been punched by Cole and had no reaction, was like a tiger that suddenly woke up. He jumped up and turned sideways, and grabbed the distracted Seb with his iron-like left hand. Bourne's collar was pulled down hard. The strong force coming from the collar made the young man scream in anger, but his body still fell towards the card table involuntarily, and Seber's other He touched the table with one hand, raised it high, and stabbed down hard.

The next moment, a cold light flashed, blood spattered, and there was something extra on the palm of Bourne's hand on the table.

Cole's dagger pierced Bourne's palm in Seb's hand, penetrated straight into the table, and was submerged.

"Ahhh"

The cry of pain like a wounded beast resounded through the bar. Under the pain, Bourne subconsciously wanted to shoot, but there was no more weapon in his hand. The weapon was taken away.

"Hongrel"

Cole rushed over from the side, clenching his fists, and was about to teach the yellow man a lesson, but the next moment, as Seb turned around, a cold thing pressed against his head, and that smile never left him. His damn face had not changed, and the corners of his mouth were stained with blood from the beating he had just made, making him look a little embarrassed.

However, when their eyes met, Cole's anger was still in his eyes, while in Seb's eyes, there was only an unwavering expression, paired with that gentle smile, which was absolutely twisted.

And just as he thought before, his hand holding the gun was very steady.

The poor green-haired gangster didn't even have time to change his expression, and then...

"boom"

The shot rang out and people fell.

Cole's smashed head was raised high, and his whole body seemed to have lost all support and fell backwards to the floor. Blood was mixed with white things, like a faucet opened by a naughty child. Everywhere.

Father Christian, who was always paying attention to this area, was also startled. He subconsciously pulled out his old Springfield from the cabinet, pointed it at Seb, and shouted:

"Put the hell down, bastard."

Seb ignored his excited father at all. Instead, he took off his blood-stained black sweatshirt with a look of disgust and threw it aside. He was shirtless and wearing a ridiculous sweatshirt that was completely beaten by the sea water and rain. Wet pajamas, turned to look at the last red-haired guy.

The guy had just pulled out the dagger from his belt. He raised his head and saw the whole process of Cole falling to the ground. The poor kid was so frightened that he stood there, and even the ridiculous action of pulling out the knife was stagnant in the air.

Seb glanced at him and then focused on Bourne, who was still moaning. Blood flowed from his wounds all over the table. The pain made him not even notice the scene where his brother was shot in the head. , until Seb wiped away a little blood on his cheek with his finger, and then wiped it on his clothes to wipe away the blood on his finger.

"You know, shooting too close will cause this problem."

Seb complained, "When the bullet passes through the head, those things will splash everywhere, so I usually don't pursue this accuracy too much. You have to know that to kill someone, hitting the heart is always better than hitting the head. Easier...did you hear what I said?"

He was answered by Bourne's wail.

"Ahhhhhhh shit shit"

"I said, be quiet"

"Ahhhhhh I'm going to kill you bastard"

Seb shrugged his shoulders, set his sights on the last red-haired young man, moved the muzzle of the gun to Bourne's back, and then showed a playful smile.

"Actually, you also find him annoying, right? He always gives you orders like a big shot. Even if he is no different from you, you still want to teach this piece of shit, right? It's okay. Don't be restrained. I I know you want to do this too, so I’ll help you.”

"No...I didn't...no"

"boom"

There was another gunshot, and warm liquid splashed on the face of the petrified gangster. His expression was completely dull at this moment. Seb breathed a sigh of relief and sniffed the smell of blood in the air. , which allowed him to regain some of his energy from being immersed in the cold sea water. He moved his shoulders, threw the pistol with a trace of smoke in his hand on the table, and took the cigarettes of these three guys from the side. box, take one out, put it to your mouth, and light it.

"Fuck...I came here actually for three things, some money enough for me to eat, a weapon to protect me, and a suit that won't be disliked by other people and can survive in this damn weather. Clothes that keep me warm..."

Seb sat on the chair, leaning back slightly, burying his face in the rising smoke, which made the outline of his face a little blurry. He put his feet covered with mud and water on the already covered The table was filled with blood, but those eyes were focused on the young man. He flicked his fingers and said, "You know what I mean, right?"

This seemed to be an order, and it seemed to have reopened a switch on the dull young man's body. He placed the dagger in his trembling hand on the table, and then quickly put on his black leather jacket and underwear. He took off his sweater, then took off his pants and shoes, and finally placed them on the chair next to Seber. Like a quail, he stood in front of Seber tremblingly in a pair of shorts and white socks. , begged,

"Don't kill me, please, I won't tell anyone what happened tonight, please don't kill me, for God's sake"

Seb looked at the clothes and shoes at hand, with a satisfied expression on his face. He nodded, spread his hands, and muttered,

"Don't be like this, kid... Look, I put the gun aside. It's a friendly gesture, isn't it? Come on, go home and be a good person, you know?"

"Yeah, I know, I know...Thank you."

The young man hurriedly ran towards the door of the bar wearing only a pair of floral shorts and socks, stumbling as if he would be entangled by something terrible if he stayed here for a second. Seber paid no attention to it at all. Instead, he picked up the sweater with two fingers and looked at it carefully to make sure it was not too dirty before putting it on.

And at the moment when he put on the sweater, behind him, the young man just ran to the door of the bar. He opened his hands, his face was full of the joy of being reborn and the joy of escaping from hell, like a man about to escape. Prisoners embracing freedom.

"boom"

The third gunshot sounded, and a bullet from behind hit his back. His expression was frozen forever on his face, and his body that was still running forward fell to the ground, rolled forward twice, and lost it. All life.

It wasn't Seb who fired the gun, but as he was putting on his trousers, there was no wave on his face, as if all this was what he expected.

A bar, two people, three bodies.

In the slightly muggy air of the rainy night, the pungent smell of blood quickly spread everywhere, but no one said anything. Seb stuffed his feet into the shoes that were not suitable with some difficulty, and then put the He put on a fairly good black leather jacket over a gray sweater, and finally patted his body, as if to clean away the non-existent dust.

After doing all this, he put away the change on the table, shook a dozen coins up and down in his heart, put the pistol with 4 bullets left in his pocket, and pulled out the already The dagger soaked in blood was wiped on Bourne's clothes, and another 13 bullets were found in his pocket. Finally, he put the box of cigarettes that didn't taste very good into his trouser pocket and wiped his hair. Turn around and walk to the bar.

The blood-stained shoes left conspicuous footprints on the ground. At this time, Christian's father had thrown the old Springfield in his hand on the bar and untied the first button of the neatly tied buttons. Open, he sat there and looked at Seb, who was sitting outside the bar and supporting his chin with his hands. The latter threw the coins in his hand on the somewhat old wooden table and said softly,

"Have a glass of wine, Dad. If you have something to eat, bring some too."

The father, who was already over 7 years old, looked at him with wrinkles on his face, like an old lion. He did not get up to get the wine, but asked a question, "In what name, Seb?" This money is not enough for me to drink, and you just let a guy go, which will bring trouble to me."

"As an old man, I hate trouble."

Seb took the burned out cigarette butt from his mouth, put it out in the ashtray at his hand, and exhaled the last puff of smoke.

"But the trouble has been solved, solved by you yourself, so... in the name of friendship, have a glass of wine, dad, and open the window. The smell of this damn thing is really disgusting."

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