Chapter 4
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She wanted to get up and leave, but the theater lights went down again, with two bright spotlight hit the stage.
The devil's son chain was untied, his belt buckled on his holster, and Tom Bowe each fifteen steps back, face to face.
The melody played by the band becomes more gloomy and heavy, and the drums of the timpani simulate the rhythm of the second hand, dong, dong, dong, like the countdown to death, it is full of foreboding.
The jaw of the Demon's son was a little tight, whether because of a duel or something.
Tom Bowe held his five fingers confidently on his face.
"According to the Social Law, we will all be witnesses to this duel!"The host shouted," Let's wait for the shooting signal —— rest assured, this duel is absolutely fair and just, we guarantee that if one party shoots before the signal sends, we will kill him immediately!”⑴
The audience gave a thunderous applause.
As the drums grew louder, the figures of the "devil's son" and Tom gradually straightened up, with their hands slowly falling down and falling near the holster.
The applause was light, and the people looked motionless at the stage, all holding their breath.
Sending the signal was the ballerina in the first program. She flew into the air like an egret, raising her hands high and showing the signal gun to the audience.
It's funny.
Lizzie has seen many duels, from those fought for honor, to those purely competitive, to those induced by losing cards. But the duel on the stage, or the first time to see —— Europeans and southerners respected "duel", actually became a circus show, it is really funny, ridiculous and ridiculous.
What's more, a man, as a so-called prime man, should hate the show, but his eyes shine, seemingly more than anyone expecting the two men on stage to shoot.
Lizzie frowned tighter and tighter, clenched the mother bead fan in her hand, not knowing whether to stop the absurd duel.
But if she stood forward, she would inevitably become a laughing stock of high society. Also, she didn't know if the "son of the Devil" was good or bad, and whether the duel was just a premature collusion show.
Time is passing.
The actress lightly made the last big jump and retired to the corner of the stage.
The signal gun could be fired at any time.
Just then.
The son of the Devil, who suddenly raised his head.
Lizzie finally saw his eyes —— also could only see his eyes. He wore a mask, metallic and silver, and covered most of his face, seeing nothing but golden eyes, cold jaws, and pale, sickly lips.
But it was those eyes that made Lizzie realize that it was not a performance, but a real duel.
—— He stared coldly at Tom Bao, like a long-imprisoned hungry beast, motionless at the raw meat outside the cage, ready to break out of the cage.
But what would he do?
Duel is not a game, once he pulls his gun a second, he will die in Tom Bowe's hand.
let it go at that. Lizzie wrinkled his eyebrows and became a piece of laughing stock. She had long been covered with laughing stock, not this one.
Lizzie stood up and waved to the theater inspector —— She plans to buy the whole circus to stop the duel.
However, it was a step too late.
The signal gun was fired.
No one saw how the "son of the Demon" pulled out, shot, when the second shot —— other than the signal gun shot fell, Tom Bowe had fallen to the ground.
The audience roared with surprise.
The band played a happy melody, the violinist played a series of funny notes, as if it is a very comic scene —— sharpshooter confidently and the circus clown duel, but eventually died, there is no more funny comedy.
—— If the "son of the Devil" didn't fired the second or third shot.
"bang ——!”
He calmly and accurately shot the two goons carrying the step-gun.
It all happened in the lightning fire, and when the blood splashed through the curtain and curtain of the stage, the scene, and the foot lights.
No one thought it was going to happen like this.
There will be three bullets in the revolver, because a duel can fire three shots.
The circus people underestimated the marksmanship of the "demon son", and underestimated his determination to escape —— In the duel, a slightest mistake is death, but he is not afraid of death, never waste every bullet, a shot killed Tom Bao, lightning killed the other two thugs.
Unfortunately, he still missed more than two —— thugs.
Box 5 also contained a sniper with a Sharps gun, almost the moment he fired the other two, he shot him in the shoulder.
"bang ——!”
Blood splashing.
The son of the Devil's shoulder was pulled out of a terrible blood hole. He staggered, and his revolver-handed gun fell.
At the same time, the backstage actors swarmed him, cut his hands and feet, and threw him into the cage.
I almost took my life in here with a play. The man was afraid, even the voice shivered: " Everyone is gone, we... also go?"Had it not been for a gentleman's responsibility, he did not want to leave the lady to escape alone, he would have fled with the large army. Of course, he never admitted that there were weak reasons for not running.
Lizzie shook his head gently. " I want to say something to the son of the devil.”
"Talk to him?"The man's voice rose." Why?”
"It has nothing to do with you.”
The man said angrily, " Nothing to do with me? Why has nothing to do with me? We're on a date, and you're going to another man. Am I not as attractive to you as a circus clown who ignores human life?”
Lizzie was somewhat impatient. But soon she restrained the irritability, showing a lonely and melancholy air, and sighed faintly. " Mr.Viscount, I thought you could understand what I mean.”
"I am the earl.”
"Endate me again, your reputation will be damaged.”
Thinking of the nearly million dowry, the man said firmly, " What if your reputation is damaged? I have already fallen in love with you!”
"Well, hear me first," said Lizzie, even more melancholy. " I had never told you that I liked to wear ankle-revealing skirts because my grandmother was a humble female worker or a Chinese worker from the ocean, and I was a product of interbreeding. Besides, I am very snob, dating you because you have the title of viscount. You know my parents were northern, and mixed, though we were rich, very, very rich, running railroads, oil, steel, and a sugar plantation on the island, but we had no hereditary titles or estates, nor any family portraits filling the corridors... I am so powerful, humble, shallow, unless you covet my dowry, a noble gentleman like you could never fall in love with me.”
The man's face had turned white.
It sounded like a compliment, but it was actually a satire of every word he had said before.
If he replied that he did not care about her blood and origin, it proved that he was a false and unprincipled man, and indeed covet her dowry.
But if follow her words to go down —— well, we don't date —— god, this how to say export, that is the railway company, oil company, steel company, the island full of sugar and nearly a million dowry!
As we all know, a noble youth, want to get rid of high debts, the fastest way is to marry a rich dowry "rich woman", this method is also called "drill big wallet".⑵
Lizzie is the fattest "biggest wallet" in their eyes.
If they can get into this big wallet, the debts will no longer bother them. But —— who will say this reason openly?
The man could only move his lips, and his face watched Lizzie leave, whispering in a voice that no one could hear:
"...... I am a count.”
Note ⑴ Reference to Yin Ti: American Spirit, "Make rules for yourself"
Note ⑵: From [Fa] Marcel Proust: In Memory of Lost Time
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