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Chapter 158 Sharpshooter Duke

The cowboy convention brings together powerful cowboys from all over the country. As the venue of the competition, the town of Usel, on the border of the country, is a disorderly and chaotic town full of crimes.

"Where are you from?" the bar owner asked Fan Liang, leaning on the bar counter.

"What?" Fan Liang said with a smile, "Do you have to report your background to sit in the bar?"

"No, of course not." The bar owner hurriedly waved his hands, then continued to lie on the bar counter, and continued, "I'm just curious, how can you have such amazing marksmanship at such a young age."

Fan Liang said lightly: "Practice makes perfect."

"Practice makes perfect?"

"It's a proverb from my hometown." Fan Liang explained, "It means that there was an old oil seller who was stingy. Every time he poured oil into a gourd... bottle, some oil would always spill out. There are two full bottles of oil, and this is all money..."

Fan Liang rubbed his fingers together, and continued: "One day, he thought, oh, God, this can't be done, the oil spilled in one day, two days and three days, is enough for him to spend a month in a year, he must Stop money from being wasted.

Soon, he thought of a good way. He drilled a hole in the silver coin, and every time the oil came in from the hole. At the beginning, he couldn't control the severity, and more oil spilled out, which made him heartbroken. endlessly.But soon, his experience became more and more abundant, and after pouring the oil, the silver coins did not get wet, which was simply miraculous. "

After listening to the story, the bar owner chuckled a few times and said, "Stupid old guy, has he never thought of using a funnel?"

Fan Liang smiled and shrugged, "Who knows."

"What happened to the old guy? Did he make a big deal?"

"He was shot and killed."

The bar owner was surprised and said, "Why?"

"It starts with a person named Chen Yaozi."

The bar owner frowned, "What a weird name."

"The name doesn't matter. Chen Yaozi is a sharpshooter. He is very confident in his marksmanship and thinks that no one in the world can compare with him."

"A conceited guy." The bar owner said disdainfully, "He must have never heard the story of the sharpshooter Duke."

Fan Liang glanced at him, silently memorized the name "Duke", and then continued to tell the story he made up, "Chen Yaozi often shoots willow leaves by the river, and at this time, the residents of the whole town will Come and watch him perform marksmanship.

One day, an old oil seller passed by carrying a load. He stood by the side of the road and looked at Chen Yaozi nonchalantly. Condition.

Chen Yaozi felt very strange when he saw it. Could it be that the old oil seller also knows how to shoot?

He humbly asked for advice, and the old oil seller dismissively took out a bottle and put it on the ground, covered the mouth of the bottle with a silver coin with a hole in it, and slowly poured the oil into the bottle with a spoon. Do not get wet silver coins.

"Your marksmanship is the same as my craft. There is no mystery, but practice makes perfect. What is there to show off?" '

Hearing the old oil seller say such things, Chen Yaozi felt embarrassed, and then rewarded the old man with a bullet. "

"Hahaha..." The bar owner shook his head and laughed, "It's such a sad and stupid story."

When the bar owner laughed, the three cowboys who removed the body returned to the bar. They found a mop from nowhere and mopped the floor vigorously.

The bar owner gave them a sideways glance, then looked away, then looked at Fan Liang seriously and said, "I think...you'd better not attend the cowboy convention."

A look of surprise flashed in Fan Liang's eyes, "Why?"

"You are still young, with marksmanship like yours, you can survive anywhere, why come here to die?"

Fan Liang said with a smile on his face, "Why do you think I'm sending myself to die?"

"The champion of the cowboy meeting is already obvious, it is the sharpshooter Duke, and the other participating cowboys are just stepping stones to his name in the end."

As soon as this sentence came out, all the cowboys in the room were angered. They stood up with fierce faces, and touched the revolver at their waists.

"Duke is not a god, as long as he is human, he will fail."

No man will admit that he is weak, let alone a hero on horseback.

"Well said, everyone fails, and I'm no exception."

A shadow blocked the sunlight entering the bar. The visitor's legs were spread apart, and his dark face was hidden under the cowboy hat with the brim turned up. He lowered his head slightly, and the cowboys who turned their heads felt his sharp gaze, which made them A slight tingle was felt on his face.

"Duke!!"

The big yellow cowboy hat on Duke's head is his logo. The brim of the hat is much, much larger than ordinary cowboy hats, and it is also turned up a lot.

"Are you surprised to see me?"

Duke's magnetic voice was very pleasant, and his eyes swept over everyone's faces, both startled and frightened.

"I will fail one day, but the person who defeats me must not be everyone here."

Duke's tone didn't mean to be mocking, he was just stating the facts.

But it was this calm attitude that infuriated the Cowboys, and Duke's words seriously hurt their self-esteem.

They immediately drew their guns.

Duke was faster than them.

After the intensive gunfire, everyone's guns were shot down. They covered their bleeding hands and wailed endlessly.

"Go away, I don't like to hear your voices." The revolver was inserted into the holster, Duke stepped towards the bar, and he found that Fan Liang was looking at him with a smile.

He had seen many people, and everyone who appeared in his line of sight showed fear in their eyes, Fan Liang was an exception, he could be sure that this young man's composure was not faked.

Suddenly, his pupils constricted suddenly, Fan Liang pulled out his gun, and all the bullets in his gun were shot. If Fan Liang shot, he would surely die.

Tongues of flame shot out from the muzzle of the gun.

Duke was about to jump to the side to dodge, but his mind changed sharply, and his feet were firmly planted on the ground.

After three seconds.

The gunfire stopped.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Several people who were shot by Fan Liang were shot in the eyebrows and fell to the ground, still holding on to the revolver.

"When you leave, take the corpse out, don't let me smell the blood, otherwise, your good luck will come to an end."

Fan Liang put away his gun, turned around and drank the last bit of milk in the glass.

Duke, who was sweating on his forehead, looked at Fan Liang's back for a long time, came to the bar and sat down beside Fan Liang, and said, "Who are you? Why have I never heard of you?"

Fan Liang twitched his lips and said with a low laugh: "Debiao, lucky Debiao, soon my name will reach everyone's ears."

"Debiao... Debiao..." Duke whispered twice and sighed, "The world is changing so fast."

(End of this chapter)