On this rainy night, the atmosphere in the Old Gun Bar was extremely tense.
The gray-haired young man stood up with a gun in his left hand and pointed it at Saber's head. Everyone present knew that the gun was not used to scare people. There were bullets in it, and Bowen knew how to shoot. He was not bluffing when he said the missing person was killed. Although he did not kill the person, he was an accomplice.
There was a big difference between killing someone and not killing someone. Saber raised his head and looked at the muzzle of the gun in front of him. He trembled slightly. It seemed that the person holding the gun was a little agitated. It was no wonder. After all, he was only a young man. His face still had a trace of immaturity. He was probably in his twenties, and he had not shaved clean.
What was he doing when he was in his twenties?
Saber's eyes twitched, and then an indescribable headache rushed to his head. He gave up on trying to remember. The only thing he could be sure of was that his hand holding the gun did not tremble at that time.
"Hey! Bastard, don't cause trouble in my bar! Get out! "
Saber's father saw Bowen take out the gun and his heart tightened. He put down his glass and began to roar, but Bowen ignored him and only stared at Saber. Cole turned his head and scolded his father.
"Shut up! Old man, this is none of your business! "
"You said Cole's knife could not hurt you! Then what about this thing? "
Bowen clenched his teeth and squeezed out a sentence. In order to strengthen his words, he put his finger on the trigger. He hoped to see a trace of expression on Saber's face, whether it was fear or anger. It would be best if he was begging for mercy. It would make Bowen, who was not born in a good family, feel a special sense of satisfaction.
But no! Saber's eyes did not change. He faced Bowen and leaned back in his chair. He let the muzzle of the gun point at his heart and then said in a low voice.
"A gun? Not bad, not bad. This is a good weapon. You know, a good weapon needs to be well maintained to show its power and sharpness. Most importantly, you have to learn how to use it correctly. "
"What do you mean? Bastard! "
Cole's fist landed on Seiber's face, and the young man's head tilted to one side. When he raised his head again, there was a trace of blood on it. Seiber moved his mouth and tasted the blood in his mouth. That familiar taste made every cell in his body and every pore in his body scream, but he had to suppress it. Soon, he wouldn't have to anymore.
"What I mean is, before you shoot, you have to make sure you turn on the safety!"
This sentence made Bowen's expression change. Perhaps it was because he really didn't know this, or perhaps it was because of some other messy things, but in any case, his gaze turned to the revolver in his hand. In less than a second, he realized that he had been tricked again, because the gun that Jamie had given him didn't have a safety at all!
"Damn it …"
Bang!
Before Bowen could finish his cursing, Seiber, who was unresponsive to Cole's punch, suddenly jumped up like a tiger that had just been awakened. He leaped to the side and grabbed Bowen's collar with his left hand like an iron clamp. He pulled Bowen down with all his might. The young man let out an angry cry when he felt the force on his collar, but his body still couldn't help but fall towards the table. Seiber's other hand swiped across the table, raised it up high, and stabbed down viciously.
The next moment, a cold light flashed and blood splattered. Bowen's hand that was on the table had something in it.
Cole's dagger in Seber's hand pierced through Bowen's palm and into the table, completely submerging into the ground.
"Ahhh!"
Bowen screamed like an injured beast. Under the pressure of the pain, he instinctively wanted to shoot, but there was no weapon in his hand. No more! It was taken away!
"Bastard!"
Cole rushed over from the side with his fists clenched. He wanted to teach the yellow man a lesson, but the next moment, Saber turned around. A cold object was pressed against his head. That damn face that never changed its smile had blood stains on the corner of his mouth. He looked a little embarrassed.
However, when their eyes met, Cole's anger was still in his eyes. Saber's eyes, on the other hand, were emotionless. Coupled with that gentle smile, it was twisted! Absolutely twisted!
And just as he had thought, his hand holding the gun was very steady.
The poor green-haired gangster did not even have time to change his expression. Then …
Bang!
A gunshot rang out and the man fell.
Cole's smashed head was raised high. His entire body seemed to have lost all support as he fell backward onto the floor. His blood was mixed with a white substance. It was as if a naughty child had turned on a faucet, splashing everywhere.
Father Christian, who had been paying close attention to the situation, was shocked as well. He subconsciously pulled out his Old Haruta from the cabinet and pointed it at Seiber as he yelled, "Hey!
"Damn it! Put down the gun! Bastard! "
Saber did not care about his agitated father. Instead, he took off his bloody black sweater and threw it aside with a look of disgust. His upper body was bare, and he was wearing a ridiculous pair of pajama pants that were completely wet from the sea and rain. He turned his head to look at the last red-haired man.
The red-haired man had just pulled out a dagger from his belt when he raised his head and saw the whole process of Cole falling to the ground. The poor kid was so scared that he stood rooted to the ground. Even his ridiculous action of pulling out the dagger froze in the air.
Saber glanced at him and then turned his gaze to Bowen, who was still wailing in pain. Blood flowed from his wound and covered the table. The pain made him not realize that his brother had been shot in the head until Saber wiped the blood off his cheek with his finger. Then, he wiped the blood on Bowen's clothes and wiped the blood off his finger.
"You know, shooting at too close a distance will cause this problem."
Saber complained. "When the bullet goes through the head, the blood will splatter everywhere. So, I usually don't pursue this kind of accuracy. You know, to kill a person, it's always easier to shoot the heart than the head. Did you hear what I said?"
Bowen's wailing was the only response he got.
"Ahhh! Dogsh * t! Dogsh * t! "
"I said, quiet!"
"Ahhhh! I'm going to kill you! Bastard! "
Saber shrugged and turned his gaze to the last red-haired young man. The muzzle of his gun moved to Bowen's back. Then, he revealed a playful smile.
"Actually, you also think that he's annoying, right? He's always ordering you around like a big shot, even if he's not that different from you! You also want to teach this piece of dogsh * t a lesson, right? It's okay, don't be shy. I know you want to do the same. I'll help you. "
"No … I don't … No!"
Bang!
Another gunshot. Warm liquid splashed on the face of the frightened hooligan. His expression was completely blank at this moment. Saber let out a sigh of relief. He sniffed the smell of blood in the air, which helped him recover a little from the drowsiness caused by the cold seawater. He moved his shoulders and threw the gun that was still smoking on the table. He took the cigarette box from the three hooligans and lit it up.
"Fuuu … I actually came here for three things. Some money enough for me to eat, a weapon that can protect me, and a set of clothes that won't be hated by others and that can keep me warm in this damned weather …"
Saber sat on the chair and leaned back slightly, burying his face in the rising smoke. This made the outline of his face a little blurry. He put his muddy and wet feet on the table that was already covered in blood, but his eyes were fixed on the young man. He flicked his fingers and said, "You know what I mean, right?"
It was like an order, but it also seemed to have turned on a switch in the sluggish young man's body. He trembled as he put the dagger in his hand on the table. Then, he quickly took off his black leather jacket and inner sweater, took off his pants and shoes, and finally put them on the chair beside Saber. Like a quail, he stood in front of Saber in a pair of shorts and white socks, trembling as he begged.
"Don't kill me, I beg you, I won't tell anyone about what happened tonight, please! Don't kill me, for God's sake! "
Saber looked at the clothes and shoes in his hand, a satisfied expression on his face. He nodded, opened his hands, and muttered.
"Don't be like this, kid … You see, I put the gun aside. This is a friendly gesture, isn't it? Okay, go home. Be a good person, okay? "
"Yes, yes, I know, I know … Thank you."
The young man panicked and ran toward the door of the bar in a pair of flowery shorts and socks. He stumbled as he ran, as if he would be haunted by something terrible if he stayed there for even a second. Saber ignored him. He picked up the sweater with two fingers and looked at it carefully. After confirming that it was not too dirty, he put it on.
The moment he put on the sweater, the young man behind him had just run to the entrance of the bar. He opened his arms and his face was filled with the joy of being reborn and the joy of escaping from hell. He looked like a prisoner who was about to embrace his freedom.
Bang!
The third shot came from behind. A bullet hit him in the back, and his expression froze forever. His body, which was still running forward, fell to the ground, rolled forward twice, and lost all signs of life.
It was not Saber who fired the shot, but he was wearing pants. His face did not change at all, as if everything was within his expectations.
A bar, two people, and three corpses.
In the slightly hot rainy night, the pungent smell of blood quickly spread everywhere, but no one said a word. Saber struggled to put his feet into the shoes that did not fit him well, and put on the black leather jacket over the gray sweater. Finally, he patted his body as if he was trying to get rid of the non-existent dust.
After doing all this, he put away the loose change on the table and tossed a dozen coins in his heart. He put the pistol with four bullets left in his pocket and pulled out the dagger that was soaked in blood. He wiped it on Bowen's clothes and found another 13 bullets in his pocket. Finally, he put the box of cigarettes that did not taste good into his trouser pocket, wiped his hair, and turned to the bar.
His blood-stained shoes left obvious footprints on the floor. Kristian threw the Old Haruta on the bar counter and undid the first button of his neatly buttoned shirt. He sat there and looked at Seiber, who was supporting his chin with his hands. Seiber threw the coins in his hand on the old wooden table and said softly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Kristian, I'm sorry, but I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
"Give me a glass of wine, Dad. If there's food, give me some as well."
Father, who was over 70 years old, looked at him with wrinkles on his face. He looked like an old lion, but he did not get up to get the drink. Instead, he asked a question, "In what name? Saber, this money is not enough to drink at my place. Besides, you just let a guy go. That will bring me trouble! "
"As an old man, I hate trouble!"
Saber took the cigarette butt that had burned out from his mouth and extinguished it in the ashtray beside his hand. He blew out the last puff of smoke.
"But the trouble has been solved by you, so … In the name of friendship, let's have a drink. Father, open the window. This damn smell is really disgusting."
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