The playwright in American manga

Lucy never thought that her brother, who seemed to be just getting along and being submissive, would be so excited just because he was pushed by Andrew.

Looking at Johnny who was riding on Andrew and pumping his fists, she seemed to see her brother again when she was a child, who stood up for her and beat up the boys who bullied her.

"elder brother……"

Lucy unconsciously said this title that she had not called for many years, and many dusty memories came to her mind.

I don't know when, but I began to alienate and hate the brother who once loved me the most and cared for me when I grew up.

Maybe it's because the other person is no longer brave and tall in his eyes?

Or is the other person no longer dazzling in your eyes?

Or is the other person starting to look sloppy and wearing clothes that have turned gray for a few years?

But she forgot that it was not that her brother was no longer tall, but that she had grown up.

She forgot that it was not that her brother was no longer dazzling, but that she saw more stars in her eyes.

She forgot that her brother started to be slovenly so that he could wear nice clothes and buy cosmetics to look good.

My brother, on the other hand, wore clothes from a few years ago and used the money he saved to pay for his college expenses.

Even for this reason, he has never had a girlfriend.

It’s not that he’s not handsome, it’s not that he’s not talented.

Instead.

He has no money.

Because all his money was given to his sister.

To that heartless sister!

At this moment, Lucy felt something hot sliding down her face.

"Death to me!"

boom!

Johnny was pushed away by Andrew who reacted with both hands, and hit him two or three meters away.

"elder brother!"

Looking at Johnny hitting the ground hard, Lucy finally couldn't help it. She shouted "Brother" worriedly, and then rushed to Johnny's side, trying to help him up.

"You damn good-for-nothing, I've been putting up with you for a long time. You're a poor guy who wants money but no money, and no ability. If you hadn't seen that you have some use value, do you think I would tolerate you? Even my useless brother is of use to you. !”

Andrew's sudden change of expression shocked Lucy.

Looking at Andrew with red eyes and breathing heavily, Lucy felt strange and fearful.

"Andrew, what do you want to do!"

Although Lucy was scared by Andrew's current appearance, she still had the courage to yell at Andrew.

"Shut up! Smelly woman!"

Andrew kicked Lucy aside roughly, stood in front of Johnny, bent down and grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Johnny was already weak, but when he was pushed hard by Andrew and fell to the ground, his whole body almost fell apart.

Now that he was treated so roughly by Andrew, he couldn't breathe for a while and started to lack oxygen.

"You're crazy! You're going to kill him! Let go of my brother!"

Lucy, who was stunned by the kick, saw her brother's situation and couldn't care less about the pain on her body. She quickly got up from the ground, jumped on Andrew's body and began to slap him.

However, she never noticed the strange behavior of Andrew, a drug addict, being able to lift her brother with one hand.

Her slapping made Andrew's already irritable heart even more upset. He directly grabbed Lucy's hair with his free hand, threw her up, and smashed her against the wall next to her.

"Boom!"

"boom!"

Lucy hit the wall hard and then fell to the ground without making any sound.

I don't know if he died or fainted, but the bright red on the wall was shocking.

"Uh...hm..."

Johnny's face was red because he couldn't breathe properly, but he didn't use his own hands to break Andrew's hand that was pinching his neck. Instead, he tried hard to grab Andrew's face.

His breathing difficulties caused him to move slowly, and every time he tried to move forward, he needed to use all his strength.

"Snapped!"

Andrew impatiently used his other hand to knock off Johnny's unsightly hands, suddenly raised Johnny high above his head, and then with a cruel smile on his face, he slammed Johnny to the floor.

"Boom!"

There was a heavy thud on the floorboards, the vibrations being felt throughout the house.

"puff!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Johnny's eyes widened when he hit the ground, and he was bloodshot. The huge impact directly made him cough up a mouthful of blood, and then he coughed continuously.

Coughing and vomiting blood.

At this time, Johnny's head was buzzing, blood was oozing from his mouth and nose, he was coughing constantly, his throat felt burning, and even his lungs had a burning sensation.

Andrew had no intention of letting him go just like that. He bent down and grabbed one of Johnny's legs with his left hand and dragged him to the window.

He pushed open the window roughly, grabbed Johnny's legs and lifted him up, intending to throw him out of the window.

Suddenly, a strange voice came from behind.

"Hey, just beat them up. They deserve it anyway. But killing people is a bit too much. There are children here!"

The sudden sound made Andrew's body stiffen and he stopped what he was doing.

He turned around slowly and saw a strange man standing behind him.

The first impression a man gives people is that he is strange.

The beard on his face is the most eye-catching.

What’s even stranger is that this man is dressed in a retro cowboy style that is incompatible with modern people.

The first impression one gets is: this person is a weirdo.

Andrew asked warily: "Who are you?"

Although Andrew seems to be losing his mind now, his sixth sense has become sharper.

He sensed danger from the man in front of him.

"Me? I'm just a thief. However, people like to call me the big thief, Mr. Horsen Brutz."

Horsen Brutz introduced himself proudly, and pretended to be cool as he took the pepper gun on his waist, turned it around, and put it back into the gun bag on his waist.

He had wanted to try this move for a long time. He had practiced it secretly for a long time, and it finally came in handy today.

"Flintlock?"

Andrew's eyes widened and he looked at the guy in front of him who claimed to be a thief in disbelief.

I'm afraid this man has traveled through time!

Who still uses this thing now!Every time you fire a shot, you need to apply gunpowder. Basically, if you miss a shot, there is no threat.

In the Federation, regular gun shops are popping up everywhere.

But they are found in larger cities and even small towns.You can buy a pistol for a few hundred dollars.

If you don’t have the qualifications to buy a gun, you can also buy private goods from the Bear Guy, which is sold in Hell’s Kitchen next door!

Although he suspected that the man in front of him was mentally ill, Andrew still did not dare to act rashly.

After all, a flintlock is also a gun, and its intimidating power is deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Even if Andrew is not calm now, he still has to calm down in the face of threats.

"What do you want to do?"

Hearing Andrew's question, the big thief smiled.

"What do I want to do?"

"You dare to intercept the target I am targeting, so naturally I want to see who you are."

Horson Brutz reached out and pressed the cowboy hat on his head, and said disdainfully.

"I originally thought that those who dared to intercept my uncle must be at least famous guys on the road. But you? You really discredit the thieves' profession!"