Magical Adventure Book

[Chapter 22-2] Past and Revenge

These legs no longer swing. Stifled by the familiar voice, which echoed full of anger from a distance.

I never met and knew who the owner of the voice was. But, from the memory of Margo who suddenly accelerated the mind, without hesitation, this self is sure to recognize the hoarse voice.

Juan Morales, that guy's name. The man who supported me on the run in the river - in case you forgot, read the prologue chapter again at the beginning. No doubt it must be him.

"You go first!"

Uh ... Why am I talking like that? Waitaminute! Don't leave me! The one who spoke was Margo, not me!

They both stared at me.

Good Lord! Why does it have to be like this? How can I face alone, the one who, based on Margo's memory, has great shooting ability. It is impossible, right, what else is he a Major in law enforcement. Die me if he brings a lot of men!

"What are you waiting for again!? Now go! Let me face them and hold them!"

Again this mouth rambles itself. Want me to slap Margo's lips with a charred skillet!

They're still silent. Flank me with two different expressions. One stared in admiration, with sparkling eyes and bated breath. Another one swerved, with the left upper lip fully raised.

Is correct. The first person was Leo, and the other was the beautiful guy who asked to be stabbed. Yennz.

"You sick?" ask Yenz.

"What do you mean?" my reply.

"Remember what happened in the desert, when we were chased by carnivorous lizards?"

If you say no, I'm lying. A scary event where we hold hands.

Actually I'm the one holding it so I don't run away. But, hey .. The ones we are dealing with are numerous ferocious monsters. It's impossible, right, to fight them, with just a revolver, and limited ammunition.

Oh yes, if you forget, you can read again in chapters 9-2. You will realize that what I do is natural.

I answered and looked at her face. I turned to Leo, to take my eyes off the annoying guy.

"You're great, sir! Dare to face that many troops alone." Leo extended his hand, with his index finger outstretched through my body.

I turned my head, then was astonished to see a line of the authorities, who were wearing long blue dongker uniforms, were walking roaring. Approaching, with a long barrel gun slung on the shoulder.

Good Lord! For the sake of a life that only lasts once. How do I deal with all of them? After I quickly counted, there were about seventeen lawmen under the command of Major Juan.

"Mr Margo. You can't possibly, can you, face them alone with a gun? Fortunately, Lapo left this to me, to give it to you."

As I turned his head, he nimbly turned the backpack, and placed it on the harbor floor. Unscrew the buttoned top lid, to remove a sacky leather belt.

Not the usual buckle. Besides I'm sure the quality is good - it looks shiny when exposed to the light of a street lantern hanging on a high pole - in the belt it also sits as a bongsor revolver. Larger and longer, compared to similar weapons. Plus a bonus bag of small pockets sewn on the sides, the contents of which rattled. I'm sure it's loaded with bullet droplets.

It was the best weapon of its kind. Revolver magnum, which Margo had long dreamed of. Weapons with such devastating power and great accuracy.

"Shut up on the spot, and pick up ...."

I turned around by turning the body, which rested on the right foot with black boots. Simultaneously, I pulled the batting lever, and directly jerked the trigger behind the index finger. Stopping Juan's rant, which I know how it goes.

The bullet I fired stopped inside the concrete floor of the harbor. Sleaking in, spreading dust and rock debris. Just inches away from the thin, cheek-boned man.

The troops behind him picked up the weapon that was slung on the shoulder. Will cocked, to further direct the muzzle of the weapon to us. I in particular, who had threatened their beloved major, with warning shots.

However, before the weapon could be lifted, Juan had already stretched out both hands. Signs that they are not continuing their actions.

"You go now!" My whisper. Attaching the leather buckle on the right shoulder, across the chest. A little twist it, so that the beautiful magnum revolver is right on the side of the badab.

"You sure?" ask Yenz.

Why is he still asking? Facing a trained squad so alone. Yes, obviously not!

You're crazy, what? If not for Margo's strong emotional impulse, of course I would have run away earlier. But, this leg, body, even this very powerful mind rejected him!

"Good luck, sir! I'm sure you can fight the new chief officer, who he says is very good at shooting" Leo said, patting me on the shoulder, then running with Yenz without hesitation!

Lucky your head is a dent! Rather than that small talk, you better give me some help facing them, than run and leave me like I am now!

From a distance of a hundred meters-roughly-I saw one of his men extorting, for letting two other fugitives escape. Opinions that are rewarded a hard drive.

During watching the drama of the officers in front, my hand moved by itself filling the weapon. So smooth and natural, without the need to glance at the goods even though.

Initially put the left palm under the weapon, while sliding the bulge under the hammer lever, using the thumb of the right hand. Followed by my middle and left ring fingers pressing the cylinder, until it slipped out the bullet nest from the frame.

The weapon moved to the left hand. I move, until the muzzle of the weapon faces up. Pressing the iron bar that was fused with the tube, so that the empty shell lodged within it, was pushed out all.

One by one I took the bullets, which were stored in a small belt pocket at the waist, which left six pieces. Fits the number of holes in the revolver, which I now tilt face down, in order to make it easier when filling it. Put at once three bullets, into the empty cylinder hole. I did it twice to make it full.

All of those processes happened in less than ten seconds. Maybe eight counts.

Uncompleted, the sharp-brown-eyed major vomited all over, I finished the filling, and pushed back the filled tube. Entry locked inside frame.

Juan stopped his mockery, as soon as he heard the sound of a gun cocktail. The iron hook complaint when the bullet primer hitter is pulled.

"You want to fight us, Margo? Look at our comparison! With the subordinates I taught you directly, how can you win this battle of arms?" Juan said as he picked up the long-barreled weapon offered by his men.

He asked me like that. Who do I ask to find the answer? I don't even know how, damn it!

If I could, I would rather run away than fight against you!

The only thing that makes me dare to stand here, while holding a gun with both hands outstretched, is simply because of the emotional impulse bubbling in Margo's heart. That'sallthatis. Not more.

"I'm giving you an offer. Put down your weapons, then surrender peacefully. Then I'll treat you well. Remembering our relationship all along."

Ah ... interesting offer. I want to accept it. But, after that what? I was thrown in jail, and threatened with death on the gallows. Or, it could be life imprisonment, then death without being able to get out of this bastard!

The answer is of course not!

Ok. The situation is now, I'm in a storyline with no way out. There is only one way to solve it, which is to fight. As a result, either I could get out alive, or die silly as a fugitive, with the value of a prize that was a crushing defeat to that beautiful guy!

Driven the one thing I believe in this world, which makes the trembling in my hands subside. Margo's excellent shooting skills. If you want to add one more, maybe it's just a matter of my experience in completing computer games with a high score.

Ah, that's right too! It can be used!

The Lone Samurai in Evil World. An adventure game with a level of difficulty above "nightmare". I managed to complete the final level, which by many, was said to be an emotional torment in the world of computer games.

The same way to defeat the last king in that game, I will use it on this life-and-death fight. I wish I could make it.

If not, yes already. Which means you will be disappointed, because you cannot continue to follow my great story.

So pray for me, reader!

Watch out if you don't!