The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

There was silence all around.

Bloody Hand was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly burst into laughter.

The young man remained unmoved, raised his arm, and gestured to Bloody Hand to shoot.

Seeing this, both Bloody Hand and the onlookers thought that the black-haired boy must have been frightened silly.

The same is true for Jello.

He shook his head.

If you are stupid and have a lot of money, you should just stay at home. Why do you have to wander around and lose your life in vain?

The work of random thoughts.

'Bloody Hand' opened fire.

'boom! ''boom! ''boom! ’

He pulled the trigger again and again.

However, his opponent just slightly turned his body, and all six bullets missed his target.

'Blood Hand' and the audience were dumbfounded.

really!

Is this okay?

The young man smiled.

The next second, Bloody Hand's forehead was pierced by an unknown force and he fell to the ground on his back.

Blood flowers bloomed.

Everyone's expressions froze on their faces.

OH MY GOD!

What did they just see?

'Firing with bare hands'

this.

Is this something a human can do?!

"Who else?"

The young man spoke calmly.

Looking at everyone, he raised his voice and repeated again, "Who else!"

No one responded.

The young man pursed his lips and sighed, "Everyone here, is there really no one willing to fight with me, John Joestar?

If you defeat me, the horse, the money, and my life will all be yours."

Hearing this, Jello's heart moved and his right hand involuntarily slid to his waist.

but.

He hasn't made a decision yet.

Suddenly two cowboys, one fat and one thin, stepped out of the crowd and shouted, "Hey, kid, are you telling the truth?"

Jon nodded, "Of course."

As he spoke, he took out his bulging wallet and showed it to the outside, "I have at least $50,000 in cash here.

If you defeat me, or kill me, you can do whatever you want with the money and the horse behind me. "

Fifty thousand US dollars!

Good horse BMW!

Money is a great attraction, and the eyes of the onlookers lit up.

The two cowboys, one fat and one thin, were also overjoyed and couldn't wait to take out their revolvers.

Unexpectedly, Jon waved his hand and said, "Let me make it clear first, you are planning to duel with me, right?"

Conflict, no.

Duel, okay.

The rules in the West are so simple and crude.

"Of course!"

The two said in unison.

Jello pouted.

Two against one.

The face is gone.

As expected, Jon on the field also shook his head, "Sorry, I can't accept your challenge"

The fat and thin duo didn't care.

After looking at each other, the two were about to decide who would duel with 'Jon Joestar' first.

Unexpectedly, Jon's next sentence could not be fixed directly to them.

"Because you are definitely no match for me. If you want to fight to the death, go find eight more companions."

Everyone:.

I've seen crazy ones.

I've never seen anything so crazy!

One against ten.

Even if each person only has one revolver, that’s enough for sixty bullets!

How dare he.

Why does he dare?

Jello opened his mouth, unable to speak.

There are mountain high mountain.

One is more extravagant than the other.

no matter what the result is.

'Jon Joestar', this name is destined to become a legend today!

of course.

What kind of legend it is is not certain.

Perhaps it was Jon's "arrogant attitude" that annoyed the proud cowboys, or perhaps the temptation of $50,000 and a good horse was too great.

But within seven or eight breaths, ten people were gathered on the field.

When there are too many people, those who watch the fun will not dare to go too far.

After all, bullets have no eyes.

If you get hurt by mistake, you won’t have anywhere to cry.

Like most people, Jello chose to retreat into the buildings on both sides of the street and quietly observe the situation outside through the shabby shutters.

Call ~

The wind blows and the grass rolls.

It adds a bit of solemnity.

Without any orders, the ten greedy men raised their pistols at the same time.

Jon pushed down the wide-brimmed hat on his head.

Looking up, he smiled gently, "Gentlemen, welcome to hell."

There were constant gunshots in my ears.

Jonny Joestar stared blankly at everything in front of him, his brain completely fell into a state of shutdown.

He was a prodigy in the American horse racing world, but an accident left him paralyzed from the waist down. Feeling hopeless, he came to the starting point of the 'SBR' competition alone.

I didn't expect that as soon as I entered the camp, I was involved in an extremely serious "shooting incident"!

In the sight, the young man in a long windbreaker was as ghostly as a ghost. He avoided the rain of bullets accurately and swiftly with agility that ordinary people could never achieve.

Then, golden arcs appeared out of nowhere and filled Johnny's eyes.

I swear to God!

At that moment, every cell in his body was cheering.

Just like a thirsty pedestrian longing for sweet springs and dew.

His barren body also longed for those 'arcs'!

Breathing suddenly became rapid.

In ecstasy and shock.

Johnny even forgot the danger he was in.

It was not until a stray bullet hit his left shoulder that he suddenly realized that he could not stay here for long!

"Sigh~"

Johnny gasped.

Ignoring the pain in his shoulder, he pushed the wheelchair desperately, trying to escape from here.

But after sliding a few meters, Johnny gritted his teeth, stopped what he was doing, and faced the fierce battlefield again.

Death is not terrible.

It is terrible to live a life worse than death!

He stared at the man in the long trench coat.

Watch each other's every move.

Dodge, punch, point, kick.

So beautiful.

It's simply art!

He had never seen such a stunning performance.

In the smoke.

In the screaming.

The man was like a world-famous master, carving his work with great patience.

I do not know how long it has been.

The wind stopped.

The killing subsided.

The man in the windbreaker suddenly turned around and pressed the brim of his hat towards Johnny who was not far away.

as if

A magnificent closing.

"Hmm." Johnny swallowed and subconsciously wanted to applaud.

However, as soon as he raised his hand, the sharp pain in his shoulder brought him back to reality.

Seeing this scene, the man in the long windbreaker walked closer with a smile.

"Are you hurt?" He glanced at Johnny's shoulder. "Don't move. I'll help you."