"Yeehaw!"
"Bring the ale you bastards!"
"Where are the hot chicks at? Want to co sit down on my lap?"
There was a huge commotion inside of the hideout of the Desert Rats, one of the largest gangs of El Perdido, made up of a bunch of lawless bandits, criminals that broke out of prison, and drug traffickers.
Like usual, the Desert Rats were a wild group of bandits, they loved partying almost every day, bringing prostitutes, alcohol, and food to their hideout as a daily basis. Whenever they got a big sum of money, this would be intensified even more.
And just yesterday, they had managed to scam the wealthy owner of a chain of restaurants that was making a lot of money below their noses, so they stepped in and took a nice half of all of that.
Because who did he thought he was? Putting effort and ti into his chain of restaurants and earning money fairly? They couldn't have that!
"Oi you bastards, calm the fuck down!"
A huge cactus man groaned, his skin was not blue like the others, but artificially painted purple, tattooing the entirety of his body of that color.
His spikes were also removed and replaced with tallic spikes made of red tal, and his height was of over three ters, a behemoth among the Cactus n.
The mont he spoke, the rest of the gang went silent and beca paralyzed. Those that were drinking ended dropping their alcohol and those with prostitutes remained in silence while the girls remained sitting over their laps.
"I know you're all happy we got a lot of money yesterday," the leader of the Desert Rats laughed. "But this isn't it though! Sothing feels off! Why haven't Adrian and his group co back yet?"
Silence.
Everyone didn't know what to respond without sounding disrespectful to their boss. Yet, one fool...
"Maybe they went to fuck that dog girl or sothing, hahaha!"
BANG!
While laughing, a red-skinned alien's head blew up into pieces as his boss pulled the trigger of his gun at him.
Everyone saw the corpse of their comrade fall into the floor with a bit of horror, but this wasn't a rare sight anyways.
Their Boss was a temperantal man, those that survived this far knew not to disrespect him or say dumb things in front of him.
"Is anybody else trying to act funny today? I can ease your pain and blast your heads happily." He glared at the rest with his sharp red eyes, stroking his beard made of red spikes. "No? Okay. So I've been feeling really weird lately. Like, bad things keep happening around us and we keep getting benefited. Now that damn train has stopped right before the race, so we could even go there..." the boss said. "But that ain't the problem here, the problem is that those bastards had yet to co back and... I don't know, call it intuition or whatever. But things feel off, can't relax."
He threw away the bottle with wine into the ground, sighing.
"So, what are you going to do about it?"
He looked at his goons.
"We'll go look for them!"
"Yeah, leave it to us boss!"
"Please don't worry..."
"Hmmm..." the boss glared at them. "Fine, but if you don't bring them back to , alive or dead, don't ever show your faces to , or you know what's going to happen."
They nodded frantically, as the group of alien bandits rushed outside of the hideout, the abandoned ruins of a factory that once mass-produced guns.
As the man nodded and then drank so whisky, suddenly...
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The sound of gunshots echoed outside the hideout.
"Hm?"
He raised an eyebrow, glaring at the closed entrance. The other bandits quickly stood up, grabbing their guns and other weapons.
The boss remained sitting down, smoking from his large cigar, but his eyes had beco sharp.
"Boss..."
"I know."
Footsteps echoed outside of the hideout.
They approached faster, and faster, and faster...
The bandits swallowed saliva, pointing their guns at the entrance.
And then...
BAAAM!
The door opened as sothing rushed from the inside.
Everyone imdiately pulled the trigger, shooting hundreds of bullets at whoever the fuck
dared to enter their hideout uninvited.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Lead covered the entrance, the floor, and the walls, the boss glared through the smoke, squinting his eyes, only to widen them.
Once everyone couldn't shoot more bullets and had to reload, suddenly, the smoke dissipated, revealing a huge man with blue and red skin, with golden horns, and covered on
silver scales.
He was wearing so fancy black and red cowboy clothes, holding on his hands two corpses of the n they had just sent outside, using them as shields.
Their bodies were riddled with bullets, they fell apart into pieces over the ground, splattering flesh, guts, and brains all over.
And then everyone saw his face, his handso, cocky face.
"Well, how are you wankers doing?"
They were left speechless, who was this man?
Where did he co from?
"Who the fuck are you!"
One of the green aliens with antennae scread, quickly pulling out a machinegun.
"Eat lead you fuck-"
BANG!
However, his head blew up into pieces as the man blasted it off with a handgun he carried on
his pocket.
"Now that felt nice."
He smiled, nodding.
The boss quickly stood up, looking at him.
"Fuck him, boys."
"RAAAHH!"
The bandits scread as they started shooting the man with even more guns, so of them conjured their Esper Abilities, as huge hands made of psychic energy or explosive fireballs
covered the huge, scaled man entirely.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Yet even as he took damage, his body seed indestructible. The man charged forward without a hint of fear on his face, reaching the nearest bandits and then swinging his fists,
covered on black- and gold-colored gauntlets.
CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!
Three punches were enough to tear their bodies to shreds, as a powerful supernatural aura
surged from his body, empowering him even more.
The Desert Rats boss dropped his cigar, as his mouth opened wide, and his eyes almost
popped out of his face.
"HUH?!"
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