Abyss Train

Chapter 820 From Day to Night

[Part ①·Knock him down]

A sharp pain came from the heel, and the big leader's body suddenly tilted. When rushing down the low slope, the horse lost control and there was no time to pull the reins.

He was still dozens of meters away and could shoot Vincent to death!

  Human spiritual energy is limited. No matter how powerful a spirit is, after being bombarded by more than 70 rifle bullets in a row, Vincent should be very tired! Very tired!

But the big leader's Achilles tendon suddenly broke. He had been standing steadily, concentrating on dealing with the strong enemy. The upper body holding the gun was in perfect posture, but Jack Martin's self-harming attack caught him off guard.

  After he fell off the horse, his face was covered in blood and bruises, and the medicine bottle in his mouth flew out, and he could no longer suck the source of life!

He tried to get his gun, but Schneider slid to the edge of the river valley cliff and his strap got caught on a cactus!

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, blood suddenly burst out from his wrist!

"The tendons of your hand are also broken!?" The big boss was incredulous, his eyes full of despair: "Jack! Jack Martin! Jack! Why are you doing this! Why! You are committing suicide!"

The wailing reached the bottom of the valley and into Jack Martin's ears, making him feel more at ease.

This demon is unable to resist the "curse", and it seems that this "live and die together" characteristic can cut off the vicious minions of the big boss.

"I'm actually afraid." The big leader's eyes became more and more panicked. He heard the sound of horse hooves - the soul-seeking sound of the black horse rider stepping on the low slope and circling the mountain.

These negative emotions should belong to Jack Martin! They should not appear on the big boss!

  No matter what situation he is in, he is wise, strong, cruel and decisive!

"White grape! White grape! Save me!"

The foal, which was also panicked, heard its owner's call and turned around and rushed back. It half-knelt on the ground and loyally lowered its body, leaving bloody scratches on the sharp and hard rock pieces.

The big leader endured the pain, hugged his beloved horse's neck, and slowly struggled to climb onto the horse's back.

The white horse was covered in blood. It followed its master's orders, picked up the strap from the cactus, and carried Schneider into the arms of the big leader.

Jack Martin could not hear the screams of the big boss, nor could he sense the existence of this demon. He could not see the specific situation above the cliff, and he was secretly happy in his heart, thinking that he might not have to continue to hurt himself. Perhaps the moment Wen Bucai ran up the short slope, the duel would come to an end.

The big leader still did not take off the mask. He found a portable cloth bag from the saddle and took out a new product made by Lady White. The index finger of his right hand was still half-disabled, and the tendons in two places from the elbow to the wrist of his left arm had been broken.

He wrapped Schneider's straps around his torso and shoulders, like a chest strap for a fully armored knight, to hold up the classical lance, maintaining a stable triangle holding the lance so that he could pull the trigger again.

Without his left hand, he needed Soul Power to help him quickly change the bullets, and he first put a new bullet in his mouth. Smelling the smell of gunpowder, he regained his confidence and turned back into a bloodthirsty devil.

He bent down halfway along the saddle, went around to the horse's hoof, and asked White Grape to obediently lift his paw. He wrapped his companion's hoof with cloth. When he stepped on the solid rock again, no sound was made.

It took only twenty seconds to do all this. His soul was dexterous and his mind was quick.

  He believes he can win! He will definitely win!

Wen Bucai hugged Victor and rode his horse out of the boundary between the valley and the sky.

At that moment, he first saw the scorching sun, but did not find the leader, nor could he hear any sound. The gunman's instinct drove him to continue looking for the target, and he naturally relaxed his vigilance - from the shooting range, he had already hidden in the sun. He was protected by natural light.

It only took Vincent time to turn his head, but he still had to gallop on his horse to maintain his speed. As long as he ran, the bullets would be affected by the crosswind and would be difficult to hit the moving target.

[Drunkard] After taking these rifle bullets of exaggerated caliber, Vincent began to feel tired. Not only did he have to protect himself, but he also had to protect the seriously injured Victor, so his reaction speed also slowed down. When he saw the knight on the white horse following closely beside him, his heart almost sank.

"boom!--"

  Fire spewed out from the muzzle of the Schneider rifle! The bullet split in two as it left the muzzle! The resonance caused by the supersonic fragments sounded like a bell!

This is the death knell! It is the mourner who is ringing the bell!

"Has this guy been following me?! At such a close distance!" Vincent's face turned extremely ugly. If he wanted to draw his gun and fight back, he had to make a choice!

The spirit body had to intercept the fragmentation warheads from two directions at the same time! They had almost no rules at all, and after exceeding the speed of sound, they kept jumping in the air following the exquisite control of the [Death Knell]!

  They separated and merged, just like the myometrium of Kunming fish! Constantly merging and splitting! The trajectory was unpredictable, and the head of the drunken spirit was also shaking from side to side!

Vincent hugged Victor tightly, trying to aim and react with all his strength. Perhaps he had to let go of this partner, as he couldn't free his hands, and neither could Hunwei!

  There was no time for him to think! The rifle bullet came over sixty-three feet through the wind, half of the fragments hit the drunkard's fist! The other half landed on the black horse's neck! The colt trembled all over!

Vincent still did not give up on Victor. He hugged Victor's arms, wrapped the great writer's torso, and asked Victor to stabilize his shooting posture.

"Beautiful lady! Wake up!"

"I've been awake the whole time!" David Victor's eyes were wide open, but his body was like a puddle of mud.

"Help me pull the trigger!" Vincent was unwilling to abandon his partner. He stepped firmly on the stirrups and tried his best to hold Victor to the balanced position for shooting. "There is only a chance for two bullets!"

"boom!--"

The blood-stained bullet shot out from the muzzle of Remington's gun. It seemed that he had a backup plan long before the White Horse Knight used his soul power to block the trajectory of the bullet!

  Once again, [Death Bell] split the soft iron mud into two halves, leaving the same V-shaped mark in the air. It hit White Grape's butt without any hindrance and hit White Grape's eyes!

"Dare to kill my horse?!" The big leader was almost mad with anger.

"He's not that fast! His spirit isn't that fast!" Victor has seen the Death Knell's maximum speed: "Thirty-two meters, or thirty-four meters! This is the maximum distance for Death Knell to mark a target! When he's actively attacking, he's very strong! When he's passively taking a beating! He becomes weak - just like Jack Martin!"

  A fragmented spirit emerged from its back! The soul of the great leader finally stood in the sunlight! Appeared before everyone!

It was a broken ghost with holes all over its body, as if it had been gnawed by Madam Bai.

The clown's costume is decorated with red and blue square patterns. At the position of the skull, there is a clock. Although the dial has lost its pendulum and hanging wire, it still tells time and counts.

The spirit tapped gently on Schneider's valve, opened the chamber, and quickly inserted a new bullet.

  The big boss barely held White Grape. The horse had been hit and lost its balance. It was panting but still wanted to run forward! It fled to the side of the rain forest again, wanting to take its owner to a safe and familiar place!

"boom!--"

The rifle bullet hit the rocky ground and bounced upwards from Vincent's blind spot, completely smashing the black horse's head!

At this moment, Wen Bucai was helpless. He was no match for the big boss. At least in the duel between pistol and rifle, in this unfair duel, he was defeated miserably! He didn't even have the chance to fire a second bullet!

The horse rolled to the ground and died in the dust, but Vincent was not hurt at all. The drunkard rolled over and lifted himself up, pulling Victor back into Wen Bucai's arms.

"Get on my horse!" Chiopap came up from the low slope. He was shot and his body was out of control. His horse was not very obedient. He immediately gave up his mount and said, "I will catch up! I will bring Jack with me!"

The bullet passed through the old Indian uncle's stomach, leaving a reddish-brown bloodstain on his work clothes.

Wen Bucai wanted to leave Victor behind and kill the evil demon alone without saying a word, but Victor had no intention of letting go.

They stopped pulling and without saying anything, followed the trail of white grape blood and rushed back into the rain forest.

"There is one last bullet! Vincent! Use it to find the arrow!" said Victor.

"I know! I know!" Vincent pulled the reins, crossed the complex bushes, went back to the northwest side of the temple, and found new traces from the horse hoof prints and bloodstains.

  [Part②·Six Ears]

The sun had just hidden behind the top of the temple pyramid, and both the sky and the earth had darkened.

White Grape's body lay limp beside the stable. He seemed to have drunk his last sip of water and finally died.

The two men dismounted and went into the underground palace corridor, searching deeper into the palace - "-Is he going to escape? He wants to escape?" Victor lay on Wen Bucai's back, still unable to walk due to his serious injuries.

Wen Bucai looked nervous: "I don't know! Maybe there are important treasures to take away, and he can't bear to leave this site."

In the temple's underground palace, sunlight could hardly penetrate, and the flickering kerosene lamps greedily snatched oxygen. The hot and humid rainforest environment turned the underground cave into a swamp. The strange statues of gods and beasts seemed to come alive soon.

  A figure suddenly ran out of the maze and crossed the T-shaped intersection. Wen Bucai chased after him!

It was difficult for him to aim the gun while running, and he used his drunkenness to shoot!

"boom!--"

  The last bullet hit the figure's calf, causing him to stagger and fall!

Victor wants to call upon Hell's Highway for mind control.

"Got it?! Got it!"

Mr. Keogh dragged Jack Martin back to the rain forest, but along the way, little Jack became more and more panicked.

  His hands and feet healed again, which meant that the Big Leader had recovered!

"Uncle Keogh! Damn it!"

  He touched the tendon skin of his heel and heard the gunshots in the temple's underground palace, but his body did not bleed again!

"Vincent missed the shot!?"

"Hell's Highway! Make him hand over the arrow!"

The distance was only eight feet, Vincent fired the last bullet, David Victor controlled the spirit, and the red-skinned imp's tail shot a red magic arrow at the magician in front of him!

It pierced through his cloak, causing the magician to tremble all over. He leaned against the mud wall and turned to face Vincent. He began to take off his clothes and search his pockets.

"No! No! I don't have it!"

  Take off the cloak and coat, remove the magician's mask and wig, and Jim Crow reveals his true face!

This fat guy with a face full of flesh actually became the scapegoat for the big boss. When he put on this magic cloak, it fit him exceptionally well - after all, it was originally his clothing.

Vincent was so terrified that he felt like he was falling into an icy cave.

"If the Big Leader isn't here! Then where is he?!"

[Drunken Man] Catch Jim Crow and give him a hard blow!

  Again and again! Again and again!

"Ada! Ada! Ada-da-da! Dada-da-da-da!"

  Fists rained down like raindrops on the fat pig, leaving bloody dents!

Jim Crow's mouth and nose were bleeding, but he still couldn't get rid of his hatred. Vincent had lost his mind and couldn't accept this result. Without bullets, how could he subdue this terrifying demon? The last bullet was actually wasted on this stupid pig?

"I really don't know. I can't say for sure."

Boss Jim followed them into the depths of the rain forest and into the underground palace of the temple. He wanted to reap the benefits - while the big boss and the three young men were fighting to the death, he wanted to take the final fruits of victory and get the treasure of Kukulkan in the ruins!

Those were the first American colonists. When they drove the indigenous people to explore the temple, they left three golden cups and three crosses of the Trinity in the Quetzalcoatl Temple. These treasures that came later were pressed in the three large golden bowls of the treasure of the Kukulkan Underground Palace.

We must destroy the indigenous people's beliefs, occupy their territories, and exterminate these inferior species mentally, physically, and spiritually.

  Hundreds of years later, the holy objects brought by Christians have become cultural relics. The chieftain believes that they have special superpowers that can bring him closer to heaven! But Jim Crow doesn't think so. He just hopes to get more money and use it as a political donation to get closer to the center of power in America!

Just two minutes ago, the Big Boss suddenly returned to the underground palace! He caught Jim Crow, put him in magician's clothes, a mask and a wig, and asked him to help delay for a few minutes!

It only takes a few minutes

"Vincent!" Jack Martin looked out from the fork in the underground palace and saw Vincent beating up Boss Jim. "Did you catch him?"

Wen Bucai turned his head sharply, still in a state of high tension: "Jack, don't come in! It's very dangerous here, find a way to escape! I've run out of bullets!"

Victor was also worried: "If you don't have the right weapon, facing Schneider Enfield's bullets with bare hands is tantamount to seeking death - the weapon your father made is extremely powerful!"

"Vincent!" The new Jack Martin came in from the other side of the underground palace: "Did you find him?!"

Both Jack Martins were wearing overalls and jeans, one side of their suspenders was broken, their arms had broken bones, and their Achilles tendons had scars from being cut by rock shards.

They were all covered in dust and their foreheads were covered in blood, and it was impossible to tell who was who!

At that moment, Wen Bucai was so frightened that his soul almost left his body!

"Where is Mr. Keogh?!" David looked at Jack in both directions, like a strange mirror.

“Don’t come over here!” Vincent yelled, “Stay thirty-four feet away from me, get out!”

  The maximum range of the Death Knell should be thirty-four feet, but neither of the two Jacks launched a soul attack, as if the Big Leader did not want to resolve the matter by force—he wanted to completely replace Jack Martin! He wanted to completely integrate into human society!

"Where's Mr. Keogh?! Answer me! The real Jack! Where's Mr. Keogh?!" Victor stepped on Jim Crow's face and howled at the Jack boys on both sides.

Jack on the left said, "He didn't catch up!"

Jack on the right said, "He didn't catch up!"

"He's been shot!"

"He's bleeding! He can't run fast!"

"All the bug juice is in the saddle! Save it for Vincent!"

"I heard a gunshot! But I wasn't hurt. You must have missed the target, Vincent!"

"I was so anxious! I didn't think that much!"

Both Jacks raised their hands at the same time and slowly backed away. They kept talking one sentence at a time, gradually finding a wonderful rhythm of conversation, until their backs were both against the statue of the god of wind on the wall. Suddenly, they both realized -

"——Fuck you!"

"——Fuck you!"

"Why are you learning how to talk like me?"

"Why are you learning how to talk like me?"

Jim Crow found the right moment, turned into a rat again, crawled to the exit of the underground palace, and disappeared in a flash.

(End of this chapter)