"He misses his Uncle Charlie!"

…

The town of Terlingua is still too small, or the permanent population is too small.

The police station here is basically a decoration. There are only two police officers inside. Now that a massacre with such a huge death toll has occurred, if you want to solve this problem, you must notify the higher-ups for support.

To be more precise, it should be the Texas Department of Safety, who will assist the small town police department in solving the problem.

However, it will take some time until they arrive.

Before that, the residents of the town spontaneously did something, such as finding some wooden frames and sealing the site at the entrance of the town.

Firstly, to ensure the integrity of the crime scene. Secondly, the bloody scene is too scary to watch, so it is best to seal it temporarily.

The members of the Bosozoku also retreated to the hotel, and their boss Charlie was a little stimulated.

Moreover, when people from the Texas Department of Security arrive, gang members like them may also be involved.

Then...it will be difficult to think of doing something.

Therefore, Boss Charlie convened a meeting with his confidants to prepare to strike first, and his first target was the most suspicious circus!!

In this way, on the surface, the town of Terlingua became quiet again, while the day in the town passed.

When night fell, it was in the hotel where Conan and his party were temporarily staying.

"Dingle bell!"

Pushing open the hotel door, a lame man walked in.

"Hey, lame, where have you been today?!"

"I heard you were drunk at noon."

"I thought you were dead?!"

As this man entered the door, the bosozoku who were still in the hotel lobby immediately started yelling at him.

It doesn't matter what this man's name was before. His current nickname among these gangsters seems to be Cripple.

"..."

The lame man was silent. He didn't say anything and walked straight upstairs.

He has his own room in this hotel.

It is conceivable that he had some status in the Bosozoku clan before, at least he was not the lowest-level younger brother.

But that was what happened before. After he offended Boss Charlie and had a leg broken, he seemed to be unable to survive in this gangster group.

Limping, I climbed up the spiral staircase of the hotel, and the sound of discussion came from behind me.

"That guy is useless!"

"What the hell, just hang out with the boss and you're done. She's just a woman."

"By the way, I heard that there is also a broken brand. I really don't know what is there to grab."

"You deserve it. Boss Charlie didn't give you compensation. If you give me so much money, one leg is nothing."

"It's enough to eat some meat, but I won't be satisfied at all."

"Tch, drink, drink, tell me what that cripple is doing!!"

"That's right, I thought it was before. He might have died at some point."

"Talk too much, bad luck!!"

The sounds downstairs gradually became quieter, and the lame man staggered upstairs.

"..."

His fists were clenched tightly, and although he didn't speak, his expression was gradually distorting.

The lame man himself knew that he should indeed be content.

You know, Boss Charlie is not a kind person. To put it bluntly, he should be a scumbag.

At that time, if there weren't too many younger brothers present, he might have been beaten to death on the spot. It would not have been as simple as just breaking a leg.

"Click!"

Arriving on the third floor, the room door opened.

After the lame man entered the room, he closed the door and fell down against the door.

He felt that his life was over.

The reason why Boss Charlie hasn't killed him yet is because he still has his room in this hotel because he wants to show it to his younger brother below.

Showing his magnanimity as a boss, it turns out that the Bosozoku boys below still do this.

"How ridiculous!"

"I, do I still want to thank him?!"

The man gritted his teeth and looked at his broken leg, his body, his woman, and the brand that should belong to him.

What's the use of that little money?!

It's gone, everything is gone.

"Click!"

He took out an old-fashioned revolver from his pocket, with only one bullet in it, which he found with great difficulty.

Boss Charlie is not stupid and would not leave such a estranged brother waiting for a rebellion that might happen at any time.

So this man's firearms had long been taken away.

As for other tools that can kill people, come on, a cripple, he can't even get close to the fifth floor where Boss Charlie lives.

Yes, that’s right!

Even if he saw the right time, in the afternoon when everyone in the town was attracted by the massacre, he found a revolver and the only bullets.

But, even so, he was able to limp up to the fifth floor, break through Boss Charlie's gatekeeper, and then shoot him dead?!

This is simply a daydream, completely impossible to achieve!

"..."

Looking at the revolver in his hand, he suddenly realized that his hard work all day was in vain.

The only effect of this bullet is to send yourself on your way better.

Rather than waiting for Boss Charlie to kill him, it would be more convenient to do it himself.

However……

"I, I am not willing to accept it!!"

He was not willing to die like this.

A palm-sized scarecrow was taken out from his pocket, and the man carefully touched the red rope tied to the scarecrow.

He got this from a remote town, and at the same time, he learned a legend.

"The wandering shadow of sin!"

"A sad fate, a lost road, two mirrors shattered by hatred and being hated, are double shackles."

"Reappearing in the intertwined time and darkness, your resentment will be eliminated for you!!"

Untie the red thread on the scarecrow, and the person you hate will go to hell!!

I don’t know whether it’s true or not, but in that small town, such words were spread in every corner.

"hell……"

The man muttered, and then his expression gradually became ferocious.

That's right, guys like this who ruined their lives deserve to go to hell.

"If there really is a hell."

"Let the old cat Charlie and the mouse Henry all die!!"

smoke!!

The red rope was untied and fell to the ground.

The room was quiet for a moment, and the man waited nervously for what would happen next, but... nothing happened.

The room was still the same room, he was still the same lame good-for-nothing, and Boss Charlie was still drinking and eating meat upstairs, nothing had changed.

"Woooo!!"

"Is it really a lie?!"

The man cried with his head in his arms, relying on legends and stories to no avail. He was completely desperate.

"Da da da!"
To be continued...