War Paradise

Snapped!

Three bullets blasted on the sand in front of the bloodblade, stirring up large swaths of dust. The gangsters on horseback stopped not far in front of the bar, turned over and got off the horse proficiently, and aimed the muzzle of the wooden rifle at the head of Bloodblade.

The dusty clothes of these guys were covered with dust, and their heads were wrapped in turbans and masks, and only their eyes were constantly turning. Before Blood Blade drew his gun, the four gangsters had surrounded her in a fan shape, and one of them had a strange male voice under his mask:

"Little girl, this is not where you should be..."

Bloodblade frowned and looked at the surrounding four people, placing his right hand on the holster around his waist, as if looking for a time to draw a gun.

Noting her movements, the gangster standing not far in front of her laughed and sarcastically said, "Where did you learn to play with guns? Be careful to get fired and pierce your legs."

"..."

Bloodblade did not make a sound, but focused his gaze on the man's face covered by the mask. The other three people next to him were already leaning against her at this time, and their guns were almost touching her.

"We happen to be short of women here, follow us obediently, no one will hurt you..."

"Oh." Bloodblade's right hand trembled slightly.

"Don't move, our gun might go off fire?" The gangster who spoke mocked and said, "Don't resist anymore—"

puff!

With a soft sound, his voice stopped abruptly.

Realizing that something was wrong, the other three gangsters turned their eyes to the boss, but saw the man's left eye position and nailed a dagger.

They had just reacted. The three gunshots had interrupted their thoughts. The two gangsters on the left and right of the bloodblade were pierced by bullets. They instantly lost consciousness and fell to the ground. The gangster on the right hand shone on his shoulders, rifle Sliding down from his weak right hand, he fell heavily to the ground.

"You bitch..."

The gangster who was hit by a bullet in the shoulder staggered and tried to escape, but was shot again in the leg and fell onto the soft sand.

He turned over and tried to resist with a knife, but the mask on his face was torn off, revealing a red face with scars. Under the horrified gaze of the culprit, the "beautiful girl" full of knife marks approached him and licked her lips excitedly:

"It's my turn to enjoy, right?"

Although the other party's intentions have not yet been figured out, the gangster has already sensed the danger. He tried his best to draw the knife with his left hand, and immediately took a knife at the position of the wrist tendon. While his hands were abolished, he also lost his final resistance.

"What are you doing..."

The culprit's eyes were full of fear, and his facial muscles began to twitch. When he saw the various "tools" that the girl took out of her bag, he finally understood the other party's intentions:

"Ah, ah!"

The screams of the culprits were overwhelmed by excited laughter.

At the same time, Lin Chi, who was sitting in the bar, continued to communicate with his coat of arms:

"I need your power to build an altar, right?"

According to the heraldic items, as long as you build the altar according to the instructions of the ancient gods, you can curse your enemies. Lin Chi still doesn't know whether the curse is the player or the NPC, and this kind of thing will be clear by experimenting.

"You don't have the ability to build an altar." The voice of the ancient **** whispered to Lin Chi: "Go and find the ancient people in the local area. They can build an altar."

"Where are the ancient people?"

Lin Chi asked the key question, but the ancient **** stopped speaking. He took the coat of arms and shook it, but the other party still showed no sign of answering.

After confirming that the ancient **** had "run away", Lin Chi sighed.

As he expected, the process of building the altar was not so easy. However, when it comes to the "ancient people" of the American West...

"Is it an Indian?"

Most of the cowboys on this continent are Yankees. Speaking of anyone who fits the title of "ancient man," the Native Americans—Indians, are probably exactly what they need to look for.

Determined the next course of action, Lin Chi put the coat of arms back into his backpack, listening to the screams and crazy laughs outside the house, stood up and pushed open the wooden door of the bar.

"Can you be quiet for a while?" he said grimly.

The wasteland near the bar was full of splattered bloodstains. With the help of a torch inserted on the ground, Lin Chi saw the gangster who was bound by thick hemp rope screaming constantly, blood from his The eye sockets, nostrils, and mouth ooze out, and a lot of blood is lost at the chin.

"Want to come and play together?" Blood Blade put down the silver needle in his hand, and the **** skin he held in his left hand was particularly conspicuous.

"Did you take his face off?" Lin Chi looked at the "human skin mask" in Bloodblade's hands.

"To be exact, it's'plastic surgery'." Bloodblade grinned, showing teeth stained with blood: "I transplanted his companion's face onto his face. Isn't it a success?"

"So fast?" Lin Chi looked at a faceless corpse on the sand not far away in surprise.

In any case, it should not be possible to complete the "facial skin transplant" operation within five minutes. Lin Chi looked back at the gangster who was constantly twisting his body. Although the opponent's movements were very fast, if he looked closely, he could still notice the stitching marks.

"Of course it must be fast." The blood blade threw the face on the sand: "In this era, anesthetics have not been invented. Doctors must pursue speed in performing operations. The longer the delay, the more painful the patient will be."

"So you are still an angel in white?" Lin Chi teased.

"Of course." Bloodblade said as he took out a medicine box from his backpack, opened the box and took out a roll of bandage, and roughly wrapped it around the culprit's face: "You can't let him cool down so quickly, there are a few more next It's an operation."

Seeing the girl's skillful movements, Lin Chi took a step back silently. Even though I have long admired the reputation of "Blood Blade", when I witnessed this guy's **** operation, I still felt a subtle nausea.

-While torturing the enemy, heal the enemy. This is the secret that the blood blade cannot trigger the "kill protection system".

Many jobs of doctors are **** behaviors, and it is common for patients to open their stomachs. As long as the game is judged to be undergoing treatment, you can openly torture your opponent without being punished!

Seeing the bloodblade full of interest, Lin Chi reminded: "Don't forget the business."

"Give me twenty minutes, twenty minutes will be fine!" Bloodblade rummaged in the medicine cabinet without lifting his head.

Too lazy to visit the cruel "treatment" of Bloodblade, Lin Chi came to stand beside a brown horse on the sand.

Judging from the hoof prints, the other three horses had already run away, and only this horse remained in place with due diligence, without moving.

"Mmm..."

The poor gangster whose mouth was entangled in bandages made a vague whimper. Lin Chi took off a saddle bag on the horse's back and began to rummaged in it, looking for usable props.