Chapitre 1068: Like Never Before
Jose placed over 20 spin barrels into a black garbage bag. He doubled bagged the black garbage bag so no holes would appear. They came with a delivery truck they stole a couple of days ago. On the side of the delivery truck said, Old Pete's Pies. Jose tossed the black garbage bag filled with guns onto the truck, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He was tired. Jose hadn't slept for almost 2 days. Around his eyes were dark and gloomy. Eye crust was in the corner of his eyes. His breath stank of whiskey. Cross was still camouflaged. He hanged from the bumpy ceiling like a bat in a cave. You all get the truck ready. "I need to rest a bit. We will collect the rest of the spin barrels and come back for the armor later after we eat." Jose shoved his hand into his shirt pocket and pulled out a rusted copper flask. Cross came down from the bumpy ceiling. He landed on his feet like a cat, without making a single sound. Just when he was about to but Jose in a neck hole, Jose tossed the empty rusted copper flask over his shoulder, hitting Cross in the forehead.
Cross grew fucking pissed. Small bits of blood began running down his face. He came out of his camouflaged mode. He kicked Jose in his back. He smashed into the back of the truck, causing it to shake and rumble, alerting the other Yellow Bandana Bandits that were in the back of the truck. Jose started wheezing. Luckily for him, nothing was broken. Jose stood on his feet and wiped the crust from his eyes. " How the hell are you?" Cross raised his eyebrow. Let's not worry about that right now." The question is, who the hell are you old man?" Jose cracked his knuckles. Old man?" Tsk. Jose started rubbing his elf ears. " I would watch that mouth if I were you youngster. The last youngster who called me an old man disappeared and was found dead in a dumpster." Don't test me." Cross started laughing. " Don't make mistake me for all the other suckers you killed, old man. Jose quickly pulled out his handgun, shooting Cross twice in the chest. Jose started laughing. " How do you like that?!"
The gunfire alerted the other Yellow Bandana Bandits. They got out of the car and pulled out their weapons. The bullets that entered Cross's body, came out of his back and fell onto the ground. The fatal wounds miraculously healed without leaving a scratch. Jose's eyes started popping out of his head. " You're not normal." You're a freak of nature!" A monster!" You must be put down this instant!" Tsk." Like I never heard that word before." Jose ran towards Cross and threw a punch after him. Cross easily evaded the punch and grabbed Jose's left forearm. Jose already knew how much pain he was about to feel. Cross snapped his left forearm. Jose let out a loud yelp. It felt as if someone was poking him with a fire poker. The pain caused Jose to collapse to his knees. Cross punched Jose so hard in his face, 3 of his teeth came flying out of his mouth. He crashed into the back of the truck once again but this time much harder. A couple of his ribs shattered like glass. All Jose's comrades could do was watch. They were full of fear. They were scared shitless. Cross took off Jose's yellow bandana and tossed it onto the ground, placing his dirty shoe on it, staining it the bright yellow color. He grabbed Jose by the hair and said: I think you've had enough. "You have taken a huge enough beating for one day. Lay and rest old man." Cross placed Jose by the back of the truck, which was now dented because of Jose's huge bodily structure. Jose weighed over 250 pounds. He stood up to 6'11.
As Cross turned his back, Jose pulled out his huge knife. " I'm going to show you why they call me The Butcher.." He stood on his wounded body and lunged towards Cross. Cross stopped and sighed. I guess giving you the opportunity to live was a bad idea." Cross quickly turned around and turned his entire arm into a sword, stabbing Jose repeatly in the stomach and chest. Blood poured and gushed into Cross's face. Jose collapsed on the ground and slammed it very hard. Cross quickly kneeled down and checked Jose's pulse. He learned that he was still breathing. Jose had a high chance of dying from blood loss. His comrades started checking on him. Cross walked off and shoved a cigarette in his mouth. We will get you for this, you bastard!!" Cross took opened the door of the delivery truck and took the key's shoving them in his back pocket. Yeah, and I will be waiting to see more of each and every one of you again. The next time I won't use the kindness in my heart to spare you, criminals. Tch. I take pity on you. Cross spat on the ground and waved without looking at them. Before he returned to his family and friends he would go to the nearest dinner and enjoy some food.
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