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"What’s your name?"
Russell’s tone is still so calm.
"paradise bird"
The angel who didn’t wear a halo replied.
It’s really a code name that conforms to angel’s habit.
Russell nodded his head.
His right hand still holds a gun, and his left hand reaches over. "I know a barber."
"The gun may attract someone. Come with me first and let’s get out of here."
He can’t leave an ignorant young angel in the city.
Although he is now playing a cruel, decisive, good-natured "barber" … even a killer may not be so cold, or worse, a barber with a razor.
"… or you take the gun, Mr. Barber."
Paradise bird and barber shook hands gently.
She glanced at the gun and sighed, "so you will be more at ease with me."
The barber nodded and picked up the pistol unceremoniously.
He wiped the dust and pinned it to his waist.
"And remember to play Mr. Barber for the peacemaker." The paradise bird sounded very relieved to this "Mr. Barber". "Otherwise, if someone comes again, it will be able to shoot."
"wordy"
The barber replied coldly.
-and Russell some like the child.
Chapter 25 Boxing field
Squeak, shake, dim lights, blood all over the wet ground
The breath is mixed with the smell of alcohol and vomit.
People crowded around the high platform and screamed bloodthirsty and fiercely.
A little girl with a cash box is raising her voice and running around the ring.
It’s not a coin in the money box, let alone an imaginary letter point or other hard currency.
Instead, the leaders of various organizations guarantee that the issuance of "bonds" is "real money" that urban wage slaves have never seen before.
"Wedding and funeral" always has a good memory. She can clearly identify who gave money and who didn’t, so she was sent by strangulation to collect money.
She was followed by two big men, which was an emergency measure for those who wanted to mix in the crowd and watch the boxing match without paying.
The finger tiger with sharp spikes and hands can smash their heads into rotten watermelons.
And this simple atmosphere echoed with fast-paced rock music, a high-pitched and passionate voice "What a’ dragon throat’ punch-what a hard punch! Give him all your teeth!
"The black bat is unstable! He’s angry, he’s angry, he’s yelling, but is there? All right!
"Hammer his head’ dragon throat’ and beat the juice out of his skull!"
That’s the top. The little man is the host of the boxing match.
He wore a megaphone mask, had huge bat ears bigger than his face, and his high shoulders were transformed into stereos.
He made no secret of his personal tendency and hoped that one side could hammer the other side to death.
The man with lizard head in the ring heard the host urge him to make a meaningful roar.