America 1881: Legend of the West

Pinkerton's agents were anxiously guarding outside the cave. They felt that their gun-carrying boss was unreliable, so they rushed forward and sent two people away. They didn't know how long they would have to wait here.

Suddenly, bursts of sound came from the cave. At first it was like muffled thunder, then it got louder and louder, and then there were gunshots.

"Boss, there seems to be something going on inside." An agent said to Rost, who was carrying a gun, "Should we go in and take a look."

Rossiter was more irritable than his subordinates. Among Pinkertons, he was famous for his bravery and brainlessness, and he followed the code of conduct that was based on strength. As for being brainless, he never considered it a shame.

What bothers him most now is not that he is blocked at the door and cannot get in, but that someone is more violent than him, killing two people with three shots in two seconds.

"Come in and I'll skin them alive."

Rost took the lead in the charge this time and got into the hole with his gun on his shoulder. Everyone followed him.

They soon arrived at the cave with the mural, and happened to see Sean and Bird waiting there, and of course, the helpless Uncle Holmes.

This time, Pinkerton's detectives showed their tactical prowess. While maintaining suppressive fire, they spread out in the direction of the cave entrance and quickly surrounded the opposite side from three directions.

Sean and Asuka fired back with their rifles, and Asuka hit an agent who was hiding behind a pillar, and the agent was dragged behind. Sean was not so lucky. His shoulder was also pierced by a bullet, and blood was pouring out.

This shot was fired by Rost. If the light hadn't been dim, the bullet would have blown off Sean's head.

"Where's the one with the shotgun? I'm going to kill him," Rost shouted.

Sean leaned behind the box in pain. He pointed to his small bag and said to Holmes: "Uncle, help me get it. I have gauze and healing medicine in this bag."

The uncle looked at the sweaty black man in front of him. He had never had a good impression of black people. At most, he kept a certain distance from them. However, he still bandaged his wound. Who let this man in front of him save his life? .

"Across the street! My name is William Holmes! I'm a geologist. Please stop shooting." Holmes shouted to the other side.

"Mr. Holmes, don't panic! We will rescue you, please stay calm." Rost regarded Holmes as a kidnapped hostage and immediately ordered to stop shooting.

The agents were also stunned. Why was there a hostage opposite? But this can be considered their basic business scope.

If Sean's shoulder hadn't hurt now, he would have slapped his thigh violently.

If I had known that the hostage would be useful, I would have discussed with this uncle and sent him out in exchange for his life.

However, he obviously overestimated Mr. Rossiter's character. Some agents in Pinkerton would consider the safety of the hostages decently, but only if their employers asked them to ensure the safety of the hostages.

What's more, among these people, Rost, who was born in a gang, was not included.

"Please put Mr. Holmes over, I can allow you to leave one." Rossiter said while aiming at the edge of the box.

"Your people get out first!"

"Send the hostages out first!"

After two rounds of verbal exchanges, we fell into a "chicken-and-egg" dilemma.

Rost exhausted his little patience.

"Mr. Holmes, please protect yourself and we will get you out as soon as possible."

After saying that, he continued to pull his trigger.

Mr. Holmes was furious. He thought he was a decent person, but he was treated like this and there was nothing he could do about it.

The attacks became more and more intensive, and Pinkerton's men were getting closer and closer. Only Asuka was struggling to hold on.

"Hey, bro, we gotta keep it in here," Sean said.

Asuka ignored him and stared intently at the surrounding agents. He shot one of them off his hat.

The unhealed gunshot wound on his shoulder began to ooze blood, and he had to lean against the bunker and gasp for air.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure appearing at the entrance of the cave. He seemed to have seen this figure before.

Gray blue jacket, light gray cowboy hat.

No one seemed aware of this man's arrival except him.

"Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap."

Feiniao didn't see clearly the man's action of drawing a gun, but heard six consecutive gunshots.

Time seemed to have stopped. Blood sprayed from the backs of the six detectives who had their backs to the man almost simultaneously. The remaining Rost reacted and just turned the gun, but was already shot through by another gun that the man took out instantly. chest.

Seven kills.

Rost turned over and saw the man's face clearly.

The man's expression at this time was completely different from that in the tavern, with a cold and solemn look on his unshaven face.

Rost's voice became trembling, as if someone had awakened the fear deep in his heart. He ignored the blood flowing from his chest and shouted in horror:

"Adam Granger! Death Adam Granger!"

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On the other side of the cave, the Bane brothers have lit a homemade torch and are now in a bit of a quandary.

In the dark, they had no advantage.

The man didn't have a gun in his hand, but like a ghost, he would emerge from the dark corners from time to time, passing by them like the wind, leaving wounds on their bodies.

There were cuts on their hands and faces. Bones could be seen in the deepest part, and maybe the next one was the neck.

So they decided to light torches, stand back to back, and stare vigilantly at every corner that the light could reach.

They could hear a steady stream of gunfire coming from the other side of the cave.

"The Pinkerton people are at odds with them." The younger brother said calmly, "I think we might not be able to take advantage if we encounter them."

He has already begun to think about quitting.

Their original plan was to take advantage of the fight between Pinkerton and the three men to take advantage of the situation at the entrance of the cave. But I didn't expect it to be so difficult.

Timidity is easily seen by others, and hunting often targets those who are shaken in their hearts.

If his heart is shaken, his gun will be slower.

The black shadow appears again, and the murderous intent reappears.

I saw Chen Jianqiu reappearing from the shadows at the corner of the corridor. This time he was faster, taking three steps at a time and two steps at a time to reach his brother.

"Over here." The younger brother's voice rang together with his older brother's gun, but Chen Jianqiu had already jumped high into the air. He was holding the dagger upside down, and the blade went up from the chest and slit his younger brother's throat.

In the shadows, within ten steps, there is death.

The elder brother didn't care about his younger brother, threw away the torch, and ran toward the cave entrance while shooting into the darkness.

He fled hastily to the door, mounted his horse, and fled into the woods as fast as he could.

This is the fear, suffocation, and powerlessness he has never felt since he started this business. It is clear that his opponent does not even have a gun.

"Damn it." He pinched the horse's belly with his legs and just wanted to escape from this place.

Just when he was lost in thought, his horse suddenly tripped over something. He flew off the horse and hit his head on a big tree in front of him.

His body was slumped against the roots of a tree, with blood streaming from his head and down his cheeks.

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