adventurer killer

Coleman really got the nickname [Boiler] after he joined [Talon Shipyard Trade Union Dispatch Organization], he got an extra tattoo on his right upper arm near his shoulder blade.

The tattoo is a manic bat wielding a flaming fist. The bat sticks out its tongue from the opened triangular mouth. It is a funny pattern that makes little girls want to laugh when they see it.

"Brother Coleman!" The night he joined the Talon Gang, the entire organization gathered in the boiler room of the shipyard to hold a grand celebration for him, and his boss was the organizer.

Talon's face, which usually looks very vulgar, has become a portrait of a big man who is bloodthirsty and brutal, generous and generous, and righteous to the sky among the gathering of heroes.

He smelled of alcohol, walked up to Coleman with his nostrils turned upside down, and poured a whole glass of wine on his head, saying that it was a purification ceremony. The cold light in his eyes paid attention to what Coleman should do? "I respect you too, Boss Talon." Coleman snatched the cup from Talon's hand amidst the boos and whistles of the crowd, and gave the boss a head-on smash.

Talon's bodyguards were dumbfounded at the time. The person with a cigarette in his mouth dropped his cigarette butt on the ground, and the person who ate the tip of a turkey shoulder bit his own tongue. The skirt, and the national flag on the ship.These things became a substitute for salutes or fireworks, celebrating the arrival of a new wave of blood to the organization.

There were many fire sticks protruding from the guns of a large group of desperadoes. Coleman felt that there were at least dozens to hundreds of weapons, and even the multi-eyed rifled guns equipped by the elite Gato'o United Kingdom Army appeared here. .Coleman looked at all kinds of firearms calmly, without any fear, he shrugged his shoulders: "Brothers, I don't owe you anything."

"Bastard!" Talon's personal bodyguard [Red Snake] Shauna threw off his red snake whip and stood beside Talon, "You bastard who doesn't know what's good!"

"No." Talon touched his watermelon head fixed with pomade, and brushed off the blood mixed with a few pieces of broken glass as if nothing had happened, "I have poured wine on many people, but those who really dare to resist me have the courage The perverted person is Coleman himself." He glanced at Xiao Na who had a gloomy and disapproving expression on his face, turned around and kicked Coleman hard in the stomach.

Coleman's mind suddenly flashed several action pictures of how to deal with it, including hugging the fat man's legs, throwing him to pieces, or directly puffing up his abdominal muscles to make the boss look decent, and throwing his buttocks into a squat ,etc.But he also knew that arrogance would prevent him from studying and approaching this man... So he just fell to the ground.

He put on a pitiful appearance of being kicked into intestinal spasms, pointed at Talon unyieldingly, and roared: "I don't owe any of you! I don't like people pouring wine on me! If you give me another chance, I will And throw that wine glass on your head!"

"Little brat! What you don't know is that Min Te is the nephew of the Governor of Hong Kong. If you beat him like that, I will protect you instead of letting the police arrest you..." Talon squatted down with difficulty With his short melon-like body, he grabbed Coleman's neck fiercely, and his eyes flashed with lethal rage, "You already owe me! Our Talon Gang!"

"Huh!" Those desperadoes who had been frozen before barked and waved their arms, as if they were about to rush up in the next second and trample to death the newbie who dared to challenge the majesty of the boss.

"But!" Talon lifted Coleman up with one hand, and the fat on his chest trembled violently, causing two buttons of his black dress to collapse. "However, that damned Lord Governor, he has been staring at our shipyard for a while! He covets the wealth and contacts we have accumulated over the years, and he is likely to take measures at any time!"

"And you!" Coleman, who had naturally stubborn eyes, was picked up by a pair of fat and wet hands. In order to show his authority, he tried his best to suck it up.He pinned Coleman the bastard's arms behind him and pushed him forward until he reached the equipment in the middle of the boiler room. "Open the gate!" The shirtless Talon Gang brothers opened the coal gate.

Staring at the ferocious dancing flames and the filthy slime inside, Coleman almost couldn't help filling Talon into it for a moment.

"Learn." He reminded himself not to do this. Now he is not a paladin, but just a [-]-year-old boy with no knowledge of heights and heights. If he wants to become a hero, he must be humble.

A person like Cassandra, she and Talon came together only because of the coercion and temptation of money?The other party's extortion?Coleman doesn't think so.

In the eyes she looked at Talon, there were disgust, rejection, looking up and so on. Talon first possessed her, and then she fell in love with this dead fat pig.

And often, the woman who falls in love with the charm of a bad man is the most obsessed and affectionate. Coleman vowed that if he wanted to save Cassandra from this fat pig, he had to learn from him.

To overthrow an emperor's tyrant and liberate Queen Cassandra is the exorcism ritual that Paladin Coleman, no, boatman Coleman, must perform, "I am responsible to the Lord."

So he yelled "Ow!" at the gaping coal lock: "No! Boss Talon! You can't kill a brother who just joined the association for no reason!"

"Yeah, yeah." Talon rolled his eyes and nodded like a lion trying to get his way. "I won't do that, Brother Coleman."

"This coal gate is a lesson for you. When you are famous, you can let go of many things, but definitely not now." He shook his fat cheeks and shook his head.

"Brother Coleman, I want you to take care of our good Governor. He will take a yacht to the Spratly Islands for vacation in the near future. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." Talon said with a sneer.

"During the long voyage, the sea seems to be calm, but in fact there is a hidden danger. No matter how noble your status is, you may make a mistake and become eternal hatred..."

He pushed Coleman, who almost got into the red-hot furnace, but this was impossible, Coleman just pretended to stagger, and there were laughter from all around.

"Bring the head of the governor of the harbor, to prove you are worthy of the nickname [boiler], if the mission fails." Talon stabbed the underburned coal with a coal shovel.

"You will be the fuel for the boiler."

"Long live! Long live Boss Talon!" The deed of killing the Governor of Hong Kong is the ultimate task that every member of the Talon gang dreams of, and it contains the thrill of blood, crisis and conquest.

The [young and energetic] Coleman turned around and stared at a group of vicious gangsters with sharp eyes that cannibalize people: "I will complete this task."

Killing mortals is not difficult for Coleman.

A week later, the news that the governor of Saint-Faer was sniped and killed by thieves spread throughout this luxurious seaport that was covered in darkness and corrupted before the demons occupied it.

[Boiler] Coleman's name spread like wildfire. He floated across thousands of mountains and rivers, stepped across the ice caps and polar regions, followed the footsteps of Talon Shipyard, and brought horror and nightmares to any conquerable place.

The dispatch organization of the Talon Boatmen's Guild has become a confidant of the northern Gato'ao United Kingdom, but it has a strong foundation, a prosperous population, and mighty force, and it has become a pilgrimage destination for criminals in the lawless land.Talon likes to sit in the living room in front of his vault with a wine glass, rewarding his subordinates who have contributed to the organization openly, and Coleman is often his guest.

This person quickly got the position of director, and even [Red Snake] Xiao Na had to salute when he saw him, but every time he went to see Talon, he would feel extremely heartbroken.

Cassandra may not like luxury, but Talon relied on Coleman to annex many shipyards and bought all the fishing rights and shipping rights from the Spratly Islands to the Port of St. Phalle. The pleats are embellished with diamonds.In this way, Cassandra is blindingly beautiful, Talon is sitting on the sofa, and she is leaning on the armrest.

He put his arm around her waist and pointed to the gentlemen in double-breasted dresses in the hall with his finger holding the wine glass: "The Talon Empire has grown stronger again, and you have contributed a lot to Director Coleman!"

"But what I want to warn you is, Coleman, move your tricks to something that should be paid attention to, this pair, it doesn't belong to you." Talon stretched out his hand brazenly.

He likes to touch Cassandra in front of his subordinates, as if he is a miser who swears sovereignty over his belongings. Cassandra yelled, and Talon became more excited.

Coleman couldn't remember how many times he wanted to kill this dead fat pig, but he held back. Tonight, when he put those smelly hands into her skirt collar again, the boiler Coleman couldn't help but explode.He is no longer the unthinking rookie on the night of joining the club. After years of experience, he is like a boxer with a certain chance of winning, and he starts to exert strength in the next few rounds.

He pushed Talon's arm away, leaving behind several of his companions who were listening to the instruction beside him. In their vision distorted by excessive shock, Coleman grabbed Talon's shoulder and pulled him from the side of the sofa. End to end, smashing the bridge of his nose with one punch, causing the dead fat pig to spit out gold teeth and broken cartilage.

"You, you damned, brat, are you tired of living?!" Talon's collapsed nose was tilted to the side, he never imagined that his authority would be challenged so severely.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and with the most sinister force of the gang leader, he took out the rotating flint gun from the interlayer of the sofa cushion, and pulled the trigger on Coleman, the hero who had won thousands of miles of land for him.Coleman had time to keep a handsome profile and smiled at Cassandra who covered her mouth and screamed, and then he took a hard blow to the stomach.

The firearm spewed out at close range, shooting out a group of fierce and straight fist sparks, making Coleman vibrate and rotate for three and a half weeks like a spark plug activated by electric current.

He was lying straight on the ground, vaguely seeing Talon getting off the sofa with his mouth covered, and smashing Coleman's head with a six-pound flint gun in his hand: "You bastard nigger!"

"You guys come too, kill him!" Talon yelled crazily. He tore off his bow tie, called in the dog legs headed by Xiao Na, and dealt cruel and poisonous hands at this stunned young man who had no ability to fight back. Erman's blood splattered everywhere, a ladle was opened on his head, numerous scars appeared on his body, and the blood under his abdomen soaked the entire carpet.

Cassandra herself was sitting slumped on the arm of the sofa, forgetting to put down her glass of wine when all this happened, until Coleman's blood spurted everywhere, even into the wine.

She glanced bewilderedly at the dripping blood, which dyed the good sacrificial red wine into another crimson red. Talon took off his shirt, revealing his fat belly. He waved his belt and hit Coleman with the metal buckle. Shawna strangled Coleman's neck with a whip, and half-lifted him with the strength he wanted to strangle him: "Brother Coleman, I can't help it either."

Not knowing what to do, Cassandra looked around in a daze. At this time, a ray of light seemed to be destined, which reminded Cassandra, who had a kind heart, and she looked at the corner of the sofa.

Her man, the one who had given her so many beastly feelings of hurt, care, abuse, love, etc., had left the dangerous weapon there.Its bright appearance is full of the wonderful texture that metal should have. For a man holding it is like driving a wild horse, but for Cassandra, it is obviously heavy to hold it, and she feels even more anxious disturbed.

"Don't fight anymore!" Cassandra almost cried, her voice was soft and slender, and compared with the men's heavy panting, it lacked the slightest strength and persuasion.

Shawna took this opportunity to vent his disgust of being suppressed by Coleman for many years. The red snake whip in his hand, which has also established many achievements for the Talon Gang, is a rune that mortals rarely get. The weapon, it was blessed with [Poison] power-up by a certain conjurer, so Coleman's lips are purple at this time, and the putrid pus and blood from the wound are thanks to him.

He wanted to quench his thirst with the wine on the table while changing people, and he saw Cassandra curled up in the corner of the sofa like a weak kitten, pointing a firearm at them.

"Hey, hey, boss, big sister Cassandra..." Xiao Na rested his fingers on the cup, and he could see the helplessness on Cassandra's face.

The two pieces of fat on Talon's chest kept flapping, and his face, as fat as a pork belly, was stained with a layer of ocher red caused by difficulty breathing due to excessive exercise: "Honey, that's dangerous."

His first reaction was that his woman would never dare to resist her. Since the day she sold herself to pay her father's debt, this woman has never thought of resisting.

The firearm she was holding was definitely because she was curious. It was a good thing that only officers of the Royal Army could equip.

Shotgun type, can blast a hole in the wall, is a very tasteful "beautiful woman".

The corners of Cassandra's lips trembled. Tonight, her long golden hair was casually scattered behind her shoulders. The goose egg yellow dress was her favorite color. She crossed her legs and put the firearm on her knees, like a statue of the Goddess of War Generally solemn and unmoving, the azure eyes dangled with a mixture of horror and strength, and leaned towards Xiao Na who was slowly approaching her: "Come on, let Coleman go."

"I knew you had a leg, he's always flirting with you!" Talon growled and clenched his belt tightly, and yanked it towards both ends, making a crisp sound of "snap, slap", and the man violently and violently pushed away Xiao Na leaned forward to Cassandra, threatening her with malicious eyes, "You only have one chance to save him."

He said and pointed to his penis, of course he didn't want her to get under it, did he try to completely destroy a woman's dignity, how exciting would it be?

"Don't force me..." Cassandra bit her lips tightly, no matter how strong her heart was, it was impossible for her to be impeccable under such a dark and cruel figure.Her mighty heart was beating violently, and a terrible flood was about to burst her dams.She lowered her head in pain, the past was vivid in her memory, forcing her tears to fall wantonly, she was a plaything, caged bird pond fish.

"Come on, baby, only in this way can you show your loyalty. I have already begun to doubt your loyalty..." Talon took off his pants and kicked them aside.

"Cassandra, Cassandra." At this moment, the bald black man who was still breathing raised his swollen and deformed face, but Cassandra was still able to see through Talon's thigh slit that he was swollen. There was a reassuring light in the eyes with only slits left, which reminded her instantly of what she had said to him at the wharf of Port Sainte-Fair.

"Listen, you boy, if you have nothing to do, go to the cathedral and listen to some hymns that teach people to be good, so as not to become someone you don't want to be."

Body, hair, skin, and parents, we don't have any reason to be what others want us to be, and we don't need any explanations to try to become the person we want to be.

She touched the round and smooth handle of this metal object, and its slightly upturned half-arc with the beauty of death, and she pressed it hard. At this moment, her world has never been so clean and graceful.The smell of nitrate is slightly pungent, mixed with a spiciness that makes neurons tremble, and a semi-curved air fold suddenly protrudes outward.

In this room, everything within a radius of ten yards was illuminated by the front of this air fold, and the brightness became more and more intense, passing by the potbellied person, and passing by the sly and thin person.

Passed by the short man with a fist, passed by the person who hid at the back, passed by the person who killed Coleman, passed by the person who was under his care in the ice-covered area, but who was the most cruel to him at this moment.

Cassandra saw a miracle, where the gunpowder smoke covered a layer of divine light and shadow, she had hallucinations, probably not hallucinations, there were hymns in the church singing in her ears.

The angels comforted the restless heart of the apostle of God in Enochian language. She came out of the mortal world, fell into the mortal world, and washed away the mortal world. No sin could touch her toes.

Any power that wants to hurt her will be left on the floor of the intact living room after the air is suddenly shrunk, that ironic little piece of meat, small and sad.

Coleman seemed to have been hit hard head-on, and things were developing in a direction he didn't want to see.He is a paladin who can win the heart of a helpless woman with a little trick.

He supported her determination to resist, and used her hands to remove the obstacles to her happiness. He would inherit the shipyard and live a happy life with her. Even if it was an illusion, he thought it was a gift from the Lord.

But now, the woman's blond hair fluttered around her ears, like a poisonous jellyfish exposed to light in the water, glowing all over her body, looking at Coleman with pity in her eyes.

"You can't...you can't be a female saint. What I want is not this result." It was because he had seen too many women who claimed to be chaste that he knew how cruel this was.

"Of course I won't be a female saint." She pressed the large pistol that was still emitting hot smoke on the bottom of Coleman's twisted and fractured hand.

"But for me, can you make a certain sacrifice?" Her earnest face, wanting to grasp the strength, was much more charming than the previous expression of wanting nothing.