In the mysterious world of Cthulhu, I am the Lord of the Gods

Krall couldn't help but frowned after seeing this. Madam Maeve was very arrogant. She was indeed a powerful person with a willpower of 9.5. She didn't give in at all when facing such a crazy murderer.

Claure couldn't help but become interested after seeing this. He was looking forward to what was going to happen next.

Maeve:

"You murderer, there are so many banks and trains here, but you don't want to rob us, but you come to rob us. Are you mentally ill?"

Maeve angrily said to the tall, burly, fierce and heavily armed man in black.

Seeing Maeve's provocative words, Hector did not draw his gun to kill. Instead, he leisurely picked up an empty glass from the table, poured a glass of fine whiskey, and drank it all.

After Hector finished drinking, he looked at Maeve casually and said:

"Why not?"

"These bastards are here to indulge their sins, why can't I come over and indulge myself?"

After Hector finished speaking, he gave Maeve a crooked smile.

"You are really a despicable bastard." After hearing this, Maeve yelled at Hector angrily.

After hearing this, Hector was still not angry, but said lightly:

"Yes I know."

“I also knew we had a similar philosophy.”

"That is - no matter how dirty the work is, you must do it well."

After Hector finished speaking, he pushed Maeve away and walked slowly towards the safe on the second floor.

"You bastard, there's not even a coin in the safe, why do you have to grab it?"

After being pushed away, Maeve started shouting angrily behind Hector.

After hearing this, Hector ignored him and walked out of the second floor within 2 minutes. The thick rope in his hand was thrown directly from the corridor on the second floor.

When the snake girl on the first floor of the tavern saw Hector throwing down the thick rope, she knew that the huge safe was bound to the other end of the thick rope, so she prepared to tie the thick rope to the big horse.

At this moment, Hectors shouted to the snake girl:

"Take a few street girls hostage, just in case."

After hearing this, a smile appeared on the corner of Snake Girl's mouth. Then she stretched out her hand and grabbed the trembling Cleese by the neck, holding a thick rope in the other hand, and prepared to walk in the direction of the horse.

Claure looked at the innocent-looking Cress, a slim-waisted woman in a blue dress, and couldn't help but feel that she looked strange.

Cress, you are really a professional who was kidnapped by a murderer...

However, after the snake girl kidnapped Cleese and left within 10 meters of Maeve's Tavern, "bang bang bang bang", several shots were fired from behind the snake girl, and her whole body was instantly knocked away.

After Hector heard the gunfire, he quickly dodged out of Maeve's Tavern, but just as he walked out of the door of Maeve's Tavern, "bang bang bang bang bang bang bang" more than a dozen shots were fired at him.

The four robbers who bloodbathed the western town were easily screened by tourists such as Logan and Billy.

After the tourists killed Hector and others, their blood seemed to be aroused and they felt that they were still not satisfied. They rushed directly into Maeve's Tavern and "bang bang bang" snatched all the Trojan biochemicals in Maeve's Tavern. He hit all the women on the streets, including Maeve, the owner of the tavern.

Claure couldn't help but frown when he saw such a large area being recycled. He had a feeling that things were getting more and more serious.

And just after the whole town was washed with blood, he turned around and looked in the direction of Dorothy, who was directly shut down, and found that she was being directly recovered by workers.

After he pondered for a moment, he tied the horse back to the pillar on the porch of Maeve's Tavern. After doing this, he slowly walked into the Tavern.

He carefully stepped over the messy bodies lying on the floor, took a bottle of whiskey from the counter, poured himself a glass, quietly found a corner, and drank alone.

Claure looked around while drinking. A group of crazy tourists, after shooting the host, still seemed to be dissatisfied. They took the weapons in their hands and wreaked havoc in the tavern.

"Fuck, this is called a vacation!"

"Fuck, this feels so damn good!"

Klauer watched helplessly as a group of lunatics continued to vent to their heart's content, while silently looking at the "killed" Trojan cyborgs and the killed receptionists.

Klauer turned to Maeve and saw her leaning against the counter of the tavern, her hands tightly covering her abdomen. Her hands were stretched wide, with deep fear in her eyes, but also anger, dissatisfaction and hatred.

Crowl was stunned by Maeve's wide and complex eyes. No matter what, he could not imagine that a Trojan biochemical person could have so many anthropomorphic expressions, and each anthropomorphic expression was so lifelike. Wei Qiao.

If Klauer didn't know that Maeve was the cyborg, Klauer would definitely feel full of sympathy and anger for Maeve's misfortune.

But now, he just feels that the current situation is a bit perverted, a bit disgusting, and even a bit boring.

Maeve, the madam, should be very complicated. You need to carefully check what she did before doing the theme line of "Maeve's Tavern" and look at her past experiences. The same is true for Dorothy.

Claure was thinking quickly while drinking whiskey.

At this moment, a group of people filed in. After seeing this group of people, the crazy tourists stopped their weapons, showed fear, and walked out of the tavern.

When Claure saw this group of people, he couldn't help but stood up with a smile on his face and greeted them.

"Captain, why are you here too? And Dr. Bert."

Claure walked up to the crowd and said hello to the two leaders.

The visitors were none other than Ian, Roufeng, and Kiragi from the Night Slayer team. In addition to these three people, there were also Dr. Burt, a senior executive from Dawn Company, and Bennett, the head of the behavioral analysis department.

In addition, Krall also saw a guy who looked a little bit want to laugh, that is the head of the drama writing department-the melancholy man Moore Heath.

"Look at me taking the lead in planning the small town massacre this time. Isn't it very artistic?"

"While completing large-scale recycling in secret, all visitors can enjoy it."

"This is the screenwriting result of me working overtime without rest for almost a month. So many of my brain cells have died. I have become a lot bald, but I have also become a lot stronger, hahaha." After finishing speaking, Moore Heath looked around at everyone. , with a proud look on his face.

No matter how you look at this guy, he looks like he deserves a beating?

When Claure saw this, he couldn't help but touch his nose, not wanting to look at this face that deserved a beating.

"Dr. Bert, I would like to ask, why is such a large-scale recycling of hosts required? Is there an abnormality in a large area of ​​hosts?"

Klauer pretended to know nothing and turned his head to ask Dr. Bert.