Chapter 134 Johnny, I am your cousin

San Diego, United States.

‘Steel Ball Run’ Competition Registration Counter.

'boom.'

A money bag was dropped carelessly.

The string broke and coins fell all over the table.

Inside the window, the staff member glanced outside, reached out to collect the scattered coins, and said: "The registration fee is one thousand two hundred dollars per person. After the payment is completed, this window will not accept any request for refund regardless of any reason.

Two days later, regardless of earthquake or fire, the game will start normally.

If you think it's acceptable, please sign here."

After speaking, he handed over a form and a pen.

After pondering for a moment, the young man outside the window quietly wrote his name on the front of the watch.

——'Gero Zeppelin'.

"Very good, here is your player ID, the number on your back, as well as the competition commemorative coin and badge."

After stuffing a lot of things into Gerald's head, the staff showed a very official smile and said, "Well, B-636, Gerald Zeppelin, I wish you good luck."

"I accept your good words."

Jero smiled, showing a mouth full of gold teeth.

Under the illumination of the light, the staff could see clearly.

It says 'GO!GO!ZEPPELI!'

"Weird..." he muttered quietly.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside the door.

"Someone wants to duel!"

Catching a certain word, Jero's expression moved slightly.

Taking his things with him, he hurried to the street.

Look around.

But on both sides of the street, an old man and a young man were facing each other from afar.

The older one, about fifty years old, holds a revolver and has a fierce look on his face.

The younger one, who is only in his early twenties, has his hands in his pockets and looks calm.

Jero pressed his hat and asked the people around him who were also watching the fun: "What's going on with those two guys?"

"What else could be going on? Bloody Hands was interested in that kid's horse. He couldn't steal it, so he wanted to rob it. Who knew that the security officer happened to be nearby. In desperation, he had to change his mind and initiate a duel."

"That's it~" Jero whistled.

After scanning around, he found a great horse not far away.

It is one foot long from head to tail and eight feet high from hoof to neck.

The body is like thick ink, and there is not a single hair on the whole body.

Jero's heart was beating fast, and his eyes suddenly went straight.

Be obedient.

What a one-of-a-kind horse!

He licked his lips and looked carefully at the owner of the black horse.

A black wide-brimmed hat, a pair of shiny cowhide boots, a long windbreaker with a metal hanging chain and hunting trousers look at least 90% new. Although I don’t know what the material is, judging from its workmanship,

It's definitely a famous brand.

A meaningful smile appeared on Jero's lips, "Which rich young man is this? How dare he come to such a mixed place."

On the field.

Kurt Wiggins, known as the 'Bloody Hand', laughed ferociously, "Boy, if you want to survive, leave the horse and the contents of your wallet behind!"

The young man asked, "So, these are your last words?"

The wind blows.

There was silence all around.

‘Bloody Hand’ was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly burst into laughter.

The young man was unmoved, raised his arm, and made a shooting motion towards the 'bloody hand'.

Upon seeing this, both the 'bloody hand' and the onlookers felt that the black-haired boy must have been frightened.

The same goes for Jero.

He shook his head.

If you are stupid and have a lot of money, you should stay at home. Why go out and wander around and lose your life in vain?

The effort of random thoughts.

'Bloody Hands' fired.

‘Bang!’ ‘Bang!’ ‘Bang!’

He pulled the trigger one after another.

Unexpectedly, his opponent just turned his body slightly, and all six bullets missed, without a single hit.

‘Bloody Hand’ and the onlookers were immediately dumbfounded.

really!

Is this okay?

The young man smiled.

The next second, the 'Blood Hand''s eyebrows were pierced by an unknown force, and he fell to the ground on his back.

Blood flowers bloom.

Everyone's expressions were frozen on their faces.

OH MY GOD!

What did they just see?

‘shooting with bare hands’

this......

Is this something a human being can fucking do?!

"Who else."

The young man spoke calmly.

After scanning the crowd, he raised his tone and repeated again, "Who else!"

No one responded.

The young man pursed his lips and sighed: "Is it true that no one here wants to fight with me, Jon Joestar?

If you beat me, the horses, money, and my life will all be yours."

Hearing this, Jero's heart moved, and his right hand slid to his waist involuntarily.

but.

Before he could make a decision.

Two cowboys, one fat and one thin, suddenly walked out of the crowd and shouted: "Hey, boy, are you telling the truth?"

Jon nodded, "Of course."

As he spoke, he took out his bulging wallet and showed it, "I have at least fifty thousand US dollars in cash here.

If you beat me, or in other words, kill me, the money and the horse behind me will be yours to do with."

Fifty thousand dollars!

Great horse and BMW!

The wealth and silk moved people's hearts, and the eyes of the onlookers lit up.

The two cowboys, one fat and one thin, were also overjoyed and couldn't wait to take out their revolvers.

Unexpectedly, Jon waved his hand, "Let's talk first, you are planning to duel with me, right?"

Conflict, no.

Duel, okay.
To be continued...