♱⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆Lobo cowboy version/Lobo Annual Vol 2 2 | DC Database⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺♱

˚₊‧꒰ა The life of the cowboy The prize hunter between galaxies ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

In the Old West, with so many notorious bounty hunters, only one man whose name resonates in the debris of every village big and small, rich or poor, and this man's name was Lobo, The Main Man!

You were a resident of a small village on Mars among the group of strange-looking alien mutants, multiple eyes, extra arms, etc. Everything was normal until the door was opened. And the sound of the thorny star jingle in the heel of Lobo's heavy shoes caught everyone's attention. Everyone turned for a second after their eyes met Lobo's bloody, ruthless red eyes. And that smile from ear to ear with the big cigarette hanging from his sharp teeth quickly. Everyone looked at the ground or Anywhere else, avoiding Lobo's gaze. The Main Man walked with his fingerless gloved hands on his belt and a black cowboy hat added to his form of power, domination and arrogance

He sat on a bench in front of the bar tape

"strongest alcoholic drink you have."

He said with that smile on his face the worker gave a terrified nod and put a big glass cup filled with a type of alcohol the strongest in the galaxy almost in front of Lobo Lobo drank the liquid all at once and nothing happened to him instead of this he smiled sarcastically as he blew his cigarette smoke from his nose and a rough laugh from his chest