On the grassland in the afternoon, two deafening gunshots suddenly rang out. Several white-tailed deer that were closer to the gunshots immediately raised their heads and looked towards the source of the gunshots, then turned and jumped away.
On the path to the north of the grassland, Brandy was riding on Jueying's back, holding her forehead, looking troubled.
In front of him, Micah was busy working vigorously. He climbed onto a freight carriage carrying fruits and vegetables parked in the middle of the road, and first lifted the two people who were sitting in the car, who were already dead at this time, from He pushed off the carriage, then jumped off the carriage and started groping on the two people.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Brandi sighed and couldn't help but ask.
Micah took off a gold ring from the body and stuffed it into his pocket. He glanced at Brandi, who was standing aside, and said, "What else can you do? Didn't you say you needed a carriage? I'll get it for you right now? Come on, don't waste time. The other one is yours. Let's search it quickly." Just leave, who knows when a witness will show up."
"Forget it, you should do this immoral thing yourself to the end," Brandy shook her head, rejected Micah's invitation, and said, "I don't quite understand, why do you insist on killing these two people?"
"Why? Isn't the reason not obvious?" Micah finished searching one corpse, walked around the car, squatted down and searched another one, and said, "You said you needed a carriage, and I got it for you. One car, it’s that simple.”
"Do you have to kill people to get a carriage?" Brandi couldn't help but raise his voice, "I don't say you use robbery along the road to get the carriage. After all, this is the fastest way at present, but you can definitely combine these two It’s okay to scare people away, or even more extreme, knock them unconscious, so why kill them?”
In terms of the number of killings alone, although Brandi has been around for a shorter time, he has already killed a lot of people. He can no longer be regarded as a kind person. However, he thinks that except for the time when he was making explosives, he personally killed nearly Apart from the fact that ten unsuspecting Cornish hired gunmen were a little unorthodox, the other people he killed were either gang members or cult members. In short, they were all evil people, and there was no point in killing them. psychological burden.
However, those who suffered today were just two ordinary local residents. Although Micah fired the gun, Brandi still felt that his conscience had been greatly condemned, which is why he couldn't help it. Accused Micah.
"Oh yo yo, our little bounty hunter is starting to defend the law?" Micah said sinisterly while laughing disgustingly.
"I just don't think there's a need to kill." Brandy said, ignoring the irony in Micah's words.
"It's not necessary?" Micah said after searching the second body and climbing on the carriage, "Do you know what we should be afraid of most? Targets capable of resisting? Police officers with live ammunition? None of these, my young man Brother, what us desperadoes should be afraid of most are witnesses. No matter how fast you move or how sophisticated your techniques are when committing a crime, as long as there is one person, only one person needs to notice, he will most likely go to the Sheriff to identify you. You, I don’t need to say much about what’s going to happen next, I think you should know it well.”
Micah sat firmly on the carriage and continued: "As for what happened just now, if you let them go according to your idea, or knock them out, no matter what, they will probably come to the town to report us, but, A dead person will not open his mouth to tell the police that we robbed the carriage, so killing them is the best option."
Having said this, he also pointed to the repeating rifles in the hands of the two dead men and said: "Besides, it's not like you didn't see it just now. These two people were aiming their rifles at me without me drawing my gun. It's not that I'm fast, we both have to capsize in this gutter. In other words, I shot in self-defense, and killing in self-defense is completely reasonable and legal. How about it, moral guardian? What else do you want to say now? of?"
Brandi really can't say anything now, because no matter what, what Micah said is the truth. No matter when, the facts can always speak louder than words, even if the various logics in it seem to be different from contemporary eyes. There are huge problems, but in this era, those logics are damn correct, and Brandi has no reason, let alone the position, to criticize it.
After all, standing
From the commanding heights of history, blaming and criticizing the backward thinking of people at a certain historical point in the past is a more rogue act than kidnapping others from the commanding heights of morality.
"It seems that my words have touched your soul," Micah said, holding the reins, "I still have a place here, do you want to come up?"
"No, I feel that the horseback is much more comfortable than the car seat now." Brandi rejected Micah's invitation and followed Micah towards the Watson cabin, thinking: "Although I'm sorry, but That's all I can do now, two unknown gentlemen, if I meet your relatives in the future, I will make some compensation."
The two didn't spend much time before returning to the Watson cabin.
But this time, vague quarrels came from the wooden house.
"I don't know who is stupider, you, Ethan, Edgar, or Ezra!"
"Didn't I tell you, Mom? We will find you a new place, and you can have whatever you want! We are not short of money..."
"I don't want a new place, I have everything here! How many times have I told you, Elijah? Shut your mouth, or I'll never let you open your mouth again!"
Outside the door, Micah listened to the quarrel in the room for a while and said to Brandi: "It sounds like the Watson family has arrived. I have already said that it is best to start early. It is difficult to deal with it now. Tell me what to do."
"Even if we start earlier, other members of the Watson family will still come. This is not something we can change," Brandy pushed Micah on the back and said, "Go and say hello to them, you and Aren’t they familiar with each other?”
"I've only heard of them, I'm not familiar with them, okay," Micah protested, "Also, why did you let me go?"
"Don't you know what will happen to me?" Brandi pushed Micah again and said, "Hurry up, don't wait too long."
"I'm really impressed by you," Micah said, avoiding Brandi's hand impatiently, "Next time this happens again, don't get involved with me."
Micah stepped closer to the wooden house, and the quarrels in the house gradually subsided.
"Is Grandma Watson here?" Micah called, knocking on the door roughly.
Before he could react, the door of the wooden house was suddenly violently knocked open from the inside. Micah was unable to dodge and was knocked to the ground.
Almost at the same time, Grandma Watson's shout came from the cabin: "It's him, it must be him! Children, kill him!"
A burly man with an unshaven beard rushed out of the house with a repeating rifle, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at Micah's head.
Suddenly, he grunted in pain, and the gun slipped from his hand. His hand covered his abdomen that was gradually stained red with blood, and he slowly retreated.
Micah raised the revolver and shot the swaying big man in the head at the right time. The big man immediately stiffened and fell to the ground like a stone sculpture that had lost its base.
"No! My child!" came the old lady's pig-killing cry from inside the house, "Kill this bastard! I want to pee on his bloody corpse!"
Micah took a closer look and saw three strong figures in the room, one after another, rushing toward him with guns in hand. They immediately rolled down the steps. It was a trivial matter to be embarrassed. If they were restrained by these guys, they would end up worse than that old woman. Worse.
Brandy also pulled out his revolver at this time and shot at the guys who obviously didn't want to talk.
Brandy knew that if he faced these gunmen alone in his current state, it would take a lot of effort, but now, with Micah attracting their hatred, he fired cold shots from behind, and even Produces a relaxed and freehand feeling.
It only took less than half a minute for the remaining three big men to be thrown to the ground by Micah and Brandy. Micah had both guns in his hands and a sinister smile on his face. He was obviously really angry. I wanted to break into the house and pull out the old woman, but unexpectedly Grandma Watson suddenly ran out of the house and knocked Micah aside. She herself was cursing and heading towards the gunman without looking back. The donkey ran away, howling in fright.
"You old guy, you want to run away?" Micah got up from the ground with a grin, raised his gun and wanted to shoot.
.
Suddenly, a stone hit his wrist. Micah felt pain, his hand loosened, and the gun fell to the ground.
"What are you doing?" Micah looked at Brandi angrily.
Brandi had already taken out the noose and said, "Keep me alive."
Grandma Watson looked old and had difficulty moving, but when she really ran away, she was still very fast. Just when Micah and Brandi had a brief argument, she had already run to the donkey. , hurriedly climbed onto the donkey's back, forgetting to even tie the reins to the fence.
As she scrambled to deal with the damn reins, Brandi's lasso arrived. In fact, without the problem of the reins, Grandma Watson would not have been able to escape, because Brandi had already locked onto her and was even prepared to mount the horse and pursue her.
The noose tightly wrapped around Grandma Watson's neck, and with the strength of the donkey's struggle under the old lady, Grandma Watson was pulled off the horse without much effort.
Originally, Brandy was worried that this would break Grandma Watson's neck. However, Brandy gave up her worry when she heard Grandma Watson lying on the ground still yelling and cursing at the top of her lungs.
"You villains! Devils!" Grandma Watson was rolling and struggling on the ground while scolding fiercely, "How dare you do such a thing! I will twist your heads off!"
"Hey, hey, hey, don't get excited, grandma," at this time, a familiar young face appeared in Grandma Watson's field of vision, "we still have something to talk to you about, but before that, I want us to Let's move to a more comfortable place first." After saying that, Grandma Watson felt like the world was spinning. When she reacted, she found that she was being carried on someone's shoulders, towards the wooden house where her son's body lay. Go.
In the wooden house, Grandma Watson was lying on her recliner, her hands and feet tied with tough ropes. The body in the house had been moved out, and the two culprits were sitting and standing opposite her, staring at her. She had an expressionless face, as if nothing had happened just now.
"You damn bastards!" Grandma Watson was still typing, "You can ask any questions you want, but I won't tell you a word!"
"Oh? Really?" Brandi smiled and looked at the sullen old woman in front of her, "Are you sure you won't say anything?"
Grandma Watson said nothing and turned her head, looking like she would rather die than surrender.
Brandy deliberately made a troubled expression and said, "This old lady seems to be uncooperative. What should I do?"
"Simple, just make her unable to refuse." Micah motioned to Brandi to move Grandma Watson to the door, while he turned around and walked out of the house with a calm expression.
Brandy looked at Grandma Watson with a little pity, and without saying anything else, she moved the old lady and the recliner she was sitting on to the door of the wooden house.
"Hey! Old thing!" At this time, Micah stood next to the pile of corpses piled up by the bodies of Grandma Watson's four sons, holding an unlit Molotov cocktail, shaking it, and shouted, "Know me What’s on your hand?”
Even if there was something wrong with Grandma Watson's eyesight, she could still guess what the bottle-shaped object that looked vaguely in her eyes was.
"You bastard! What do you want to do? Put that thing down!" Her voice was trembling.
"It seems that you are not an old fool," Micah chuckled, looking harmless to humans and animals, but he said words that sounded extremely cruel and evil to Grandma Watson, "Listen up, old guy, If you insist on not answering our questions, your dear sons will turn into humanoid charcoal one by one in your eyes."
"Oh, believe me, ma'am, you definitely don't want to see that scene," Brandi whispered in Grandma Watson's ear at the right time, "but don't worry, my friend is very good at cremating corpses. A good hand, I guarantee that your sons will be charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and the fragrance will spread far and wide, and your neighbors of gray wolves, grizzly bears, and mountain lions will never leave."
What he saw with his eyes and heard with his ears gradually shook the psychological defense of this sixty-year-old man, and his eyes showed fear.
color.
"Make a decision quickly," Brandy's voice floated like a ghost, "This friend of mine doesn't have much patience."
"Still don't want to say it?" At this time, Micah took out the matchbox from his pocket, slowly struck a match, and slowly lit the piece of cloth used as the fuse at the mouth of the Molotov cocktail, and said, "You still have three seconds to do it. You have a choice, old man. Just imagine your son bursting into flames. It would be unforgettable, wouldn't it? And you have the chance to see it four times in a row. I think you'd better keep your mouth shut. , because the opportunity is rare.”
"Three." Micah began to count down slowly.
"Two." Micah kicked a corpse aside with his foot to distinguish it from the other corpses.
"One." Micah raised the Molotov cocktail, preparing to hit the strong corpse hard.
"Wait!" Grandma Watson finally screamed, "Stop, don't do this, please, for the sake of God, I will tell you whatever you ask."
"Tsk," Micah glanced at the old lady with some disappointment, extinguished the burning cloth at the mouth of the Molotov cocktail, and said, "What a pity, isn't it?"
"I'm glad you made the right choice, ma'am," Brandi said with a smile, "Then how about we go back to the house to talk in detail?"
The sun gradually set in the west, and in the wooden house, the three of them were sitting as before.
"Okay, Mrs. Watson, I think now we can finally sit down and talk." Brandi looked pleasant, as if the previous series of atrocities had nothing to do with him.
Grandma Watson said nothing, but looked at the two men in front of her with hatred.
"First of all," Brandy took out a Browning M1900 from his pocket and said, "Where did you get this?"
"We have our own news network, young man," Grandma Watson said with a pout. "There is no news in this area that we don't know."
"I know, I've heard some things about you, but that's not what we want to know," Brandy put the pistol back in his trouser pocket and said, "I'll ask more accurately, this and what's in your basement. Were those new firearms robbed near Camp Riggs three or four days ago?"
Grandma Watson was a little surprised: "How do you know so much?"
"Because it's our product, you old bastard," Micah said angrily, "If it weren't for you, I should be enjoying wine and women in Strawberry Town right now. Just for this reason, I should burn all five of your family on fire."
"Calm down, Micah," Brandi interrupted Micah's complaint, and then asked Grandma Watson, "I don't think your boys alone can take these things. In other words, you must have partners, can you tell us who they are and where they are now?"
"I have to say, young man, you have the wisdom of a devil," Grandma Watson looked at Brandy with a little more fear in her eyes. She swallowed subconsciously and said, "You are right. , we do have partners, they are a group of Irishmen, it is said that they once had a great reputation in New Austin and Blackwater Town, but in recent years it seems that they are mainly in the prairie of New Hanover and the mountains of Ambarino Not long ago, they came to the vicinity of Strawberry Town and occupied the largest ranch in the area, the Drooping Dog Ranch, and visited us to seek cooperation."
"We agreed to their invitation to cooperate. From then on, we were responsible for providing them with valuable targets, and they were responsible for robbing them. What we got was divided into three and seven. We took three and they took seven. This kind of work has been done for ten Many times, this trip is the latest one."
After saying this, Grandma Watson seemed to have been relieved of a heavy burden, panting heavily, and her back was soaked with cold sweat. Thinking about it, those Irish people must have left a deep impression on her.
"Irish people? Drooping Dog Ranch?" Brandy was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, "Ha, that's right, it seems there will be no one else besides them."
"You seem to already know something." Micah looked at Bran
Dee.
"It's our old friend, O'Driscoe," Brandy stood up and said, "He was once active in New Austin and Blackwater Town, had a strong fighting ability, and was also an Irishman. Who else could be there besides them? "
"Are they strong in combat?" Micah wondered.
"Don't compare ourselves with them. In the eyes of ordinary people, they are still very powerful," Brandi said as he walked into the back room, "Come and help. There are a lot of good things down there, so don't take advantage of them." This is an opportunity to make some money, and if you want it later, you will have to spend money.”
In the contract that Hosea signed with the owner of the gun shop, there was a clause that when gang members went to the shop to replenish guns and ammunition, they only had to pay the cost price. Although the shop did not make any money from the gang, the gang members still had to pay after all. So Micah didn't hesitate and immediately ran to help carry weapons and ammunition.
It took more than half an hour to load all the guns in the basement onto the freight carriage that was originally used to transport fruits and vegetables, and Brandi and Micah also got a new set of equipment and enough accessories for their own use. bullet.
However, due to personal preferences, Brandi did not choose the Borchardt C93, which looked strange to him, while Micah did not choose the bulky Mauser C96, but neither of them let go of the Browning M1900. Obviously, neither Micah, who evaluates the gun from its practicality, nor Brandi, who views it from a historical perspective, will turn a blind eye to it.
"It's really rewarding. If it weren't for the fact that these are goods that are used to make money, I would have wanted to directly pull him back into the gang. Dutch would be very satisfied with such a big gift." Micah handed the last wooden box He loaded onto the carriage, clapped his hands and said, "By the way, what should I do with this old guy?"
"Her? She is no longer useful," Brandi glanced at the old lady in the room and said, "There is no need to care about her, let her fend for herself, because she has paid enough for this batch of goods. Already."
"Okay, it's up to you," Micah said with a cold smile, "If it were me, I wouldn't let her end badly."
"Hey, did you hear that, old man?" Micah climbed onto the carriage and shouted to Grandma Watson, who was still tied up in the room, "Just look at the bloody faces of your damn sons, Sleeping next to your son's body will definitely give you a different feeling, so enjoy it! Hahahaha..."
As the sunset gradually grew, a carriage and two horses moved forward along the road dyed orange-red by the sunset, heading towards the beautiful town not far to the south.
The glow gradually faded away, night fell, and the grasslands and forests also fell into darkness. Only the pasture named "Putting Dog" located between the grasslands and the forest still had a few lights.
In the ranch, a group of slovenly-dressed cowboys wearing green scarves or green vests surrounded an old lady with a stooped figure and sweaty face, listening to her words expressionlessly.
"You mean, because of the previous vote, two people came to our door to cause trouble for us, right?" Among the slovenly cowboys, a fat man with a big beard said in a thick Irish accent asked in English.
"It's absolutely true." The light of the oil lamp flickered, reflecting Grandma Watson's face. No one knew how an old man of her age could break free from the shackles of the rope and come here, but looking at the exhaustion and sweat on her face, and the signs on her wrists, The faintly visible red and purple blood stains must have gone through an unimaginable amount of hardship to get here.
"So you told them about us?" Another voice sounded, with a little anger.
"This is betrayal. You broke the agreement you made with us."
"You should be very clear about the consequences of betrayal, right? Do you want to reunite with your child as soon as possible by sending him to your door like this?"
The cowboys surrounding the old man started to attack one after another, as if they would not stop until the old man was reduced to ashes.
"Okay," at this time, the fat Irishman who spoke at the beginning spoke again, and the other cowboys around him immediately shut up. The Irishman waved his hand and said, "Butch, go and arrange a place for her. As for those people who are looking for trouble..."
He thought for a moment, casually named two people, and said, "The others will leave first, Finn
, Liam, come here, I have a new task for you. It may be hard for you later, because you have to go to Strawberry Town overnight. "
"It's not hard, boss," a young Irishman said, "We are the best at dealing with blind guys like this."
