"No."
A high-pitched and crisp female voice came, and then Stritch's figure appeared on the road. Behind her were some people with guns gathered, who looked like Shupel's maids and maids. The most eye-catching thing was the sullen Bichi who was being grabbed by the collar by Catherine.
"We heard gunshots," Stritch said.
"Your support was very timely." John seemed to understand what was going on with the gunshots other than theirs in the field.
Stritch took out a match from the hem pocket of his skirt, lit a cigarette, took two puffs and then put out the butt of Hongwen's cigarette. This action was something John didn't expect.
"This guy really ran to the Skinner Gang under our noses. After being tied up by them, he begged for mercy. I think he is your gunman." Bizhi knelt on the ground with a cotton cloth in his mouth and screamed, but he didn't care. I could only hold back what I said, "What I didn't expect was that I could clearly hear this guy's nonsense - this guy has long been in cahoots with the Skinner Gang!"
"Credd Bidget, Mr. Bidget, you?!"
Mr. Wayne looked at the embarrassed Bichi in surprise. The expression on his face revealed that he had never expected this to happen. When Creed Bidge heard his companion calling him, he raised his drooping head slightly, his eyes still staring at the dust on the ground.
"Mr. Wayne, do you know about this?" John tightened his grip on the gun.
"No... no... this matter has nothing to do with me. Mr. Schupper and I are very good friends. It's just this Creed Bidge. He came to the police station three weeks ago to find a job. I think he has good marksmanship. Just take him with me, now it seems that I harmed Mr. Schueper, this decision is really damning, and I am willing to take responsibility for it."
"If you're being responsible, we'll talk about it later. The same goes for Shupel. Please hire these two unreliable things as gunmen." Stritch put his right foot on Creed Bidge's head, and her foot Wearing short boots, the toes of the boots teased Bizhi's messy hair, "Speaking of which, where is that proud old man?"
John pointed at Schupper, who was lying on the building materials behind him. He temporarily fainted due to blood loss, and Stritch also realized that Schupper was seriously injured.
"Poor guy...send the old man back first."
More than ten minutes later, two carriages slowly stopped on the grass in front of the Emerald Manor. Mrs. Schupper came out from the door to greet you, "I had a feeling that something bad would happen to you, and sure enough, misfortune happened." Mrs. Ranch He looked worriedly at his husband who was covered in blood on the wood.
"Doctor! Come here and help me." John saw Mr. Benz standing at the door with an anxious look on his face and said, "Can you treat such an injury?"
"I will try my best," Mr. Benz replied firmly.
John jumped out of the carriage and watched as Mr. Wayne helped Schupel in. A maid carried a box of medical kits and followed Dr. Benz.
"I don't think he can save people with this little box." Miller said from the side.
"He was able to save Grimes' leg that was about to get infected. I trust his medical skills." John said.
At this time Thomas came over, holding a whip in his hand, "Next we have to think about how to teach Mr. Bitch a lesson. I found this."
John shook his head. He believed that it should be left to Schupper to decide how to deal with Biz. "The man was hired by Mr. Schupper, and he should be allowed to make the decision."
But the guy who invited the traitor was really hateful. If Schupper didn't wake up, it would chill people's hearts. So John added, "But I believe Mr. Schupper will allow us to make a small punishment."
Creed Bidge was tied firmly to the stable post. Whenever Thomas raised the whip high, a deep red mark would be left on his body. This was a special riding whip. This whip hit the horse. Horses will groan incessantly when it comes to strong muscles, let alone a horse with a physical body.
"I didn't expect Thomas to have this ability. I am inferior to him in teaching people." John whispered to Miller beside him.
"Okay, Thomas, just achieve the purpose of punishment. Don't beat the person to death. We are still waiting for Shupel to interrogate him after he recovers." To be honest, although it is a bit unjust, these ten minutes have been the best time for John. The most comfortable and relieving experience in months.
"Gentlemen...please forgive me...I can tell you anything." Creed was sobbing on the ground with blood foaming from his mouth. He looked even more aggrieved than being stepped on by Stritch.
John saw Mr. Wayne walking out of the side door carrying a bucket. He saw the miserable condition of Creed Bidget, and perhaps his heart was touched. John noticed the flash of pity in his eyes.
"Gentlemen, please don't be too harsh. The Creed Bidget I know is definitely not such a person. He should have been bewitched by the Skinned Brothers and lost his mind for a moment. Bidget may have his own reasons. .”
"If Mr. Wayne insists on saying that, I will take those words as your excuse for him." Thomas turned around and said.
"No...I didn't. I know you can't trust me, but at least let Bizhi accept a fair verdict." Wayne seemed to be afraid. After saying this, he rushed to the well to get water.
Just as Mr. Bridge looked timidly at Thomas's whip and begged for mercy again, Mrs. Schupper held on to the door frame and shouted to this side with tears of excitement.
"Jonathan saved him!"
Hearing this, John and others rushed into the house and came to Schupper's ward.
"He's awake. I've stitched up his wound. There should be no danger to his life." Dr. Benz looked at the owner worriedly at the bedside.
John knelt down beside the bed and Schupper took his hand.
"I misunderstood you. It seems like this at the moment... I am not worthy of what you have to do. I am wary of you because... I once thought that there were no good people in the world."
"You also gave us shelter and you don't have to apologize for that."
"John...you saved my life. I have to tell you my name...Jonathan Shupel, you can call me by my name like a peer."
"Mr. Schupper, this is good. It is my duty to protect you. You can rest in peace and recover now and stop talking."
John put Shupel's hand away and left the room, Miller following him out.
"Maybe without this incident, I would never have the chance to talk to him." John tilted his head and said.
"He is very guarded, but now he seems to be opening up to you." Miller nodded in agreement, "I have to go to the warehouse to see if the wood is all in place. If one or two are lost, it will be fine. It’s hard to explain.”
"Just in time, I'll go upstairs and rest for a while." John said with a yawn. The battle consumed a lot of his energy.
John headed for the stairs, ready to go into his bedroom.
"Should I call you Mr. Coster or John?" Stritch changed into clean casual clothes and was leaning against John's door, puffing away his breath.
"Whatever you want, it just depends on when did you get into this smoking habit."
"I found that smoke can make me temporarily forget my body's troubles. The effect is much more powerful than medicine. Do you want one?"
"No, thank you, I'm just going to take a rest."
"Don't you want to say something?" Stritch smiled.
"You did a great job today, Mrs. Manstar."
"Look, you are still wary of me. Aren't you curious about how I eliminated the Skinners and why my marksmanship is so good? How much more do I have to do to make you accept me?" Stritch seemed to say. Xiaofei said with a smile.
"You are already one of us."
"Oh, is it?"
Stritch came closer and wanted to put his lips to John's face. A warm current surged in John's heart and he wanted to put his mouth closer, but he thought of Ashley. Her virtuous wife was waiting for him to return after killing his enemy. When he got home, he was looking for a new love and breaking his promise. John couldn't help but take a step back.
"What? I thought our relationship was strong enough."
"I have to go get some rest," John said.
