In a daze, Dutch seemed to hear a slight noise coming from outside the tent. He was very alert and hurriedly stuffed the tin box back.

"Who is hiding here?"

He rushed out with a quick stride, the bullets in the gun already loaded, but he didn't see any strange figures.

The camp was still very quiet, and one could only vaguely hear Bill's snoring, which was lying under a big tree.

Being lazy is his normal state.

"Damn, am I nervous too?"

While I was thinking about it, a squirrel ran down from the treetops with a pine cone in its mouth.

The little guy stared at the human in front of him with curiosity, and made a squeaking sound from his mouth.

I have no idea that the danger has come to my head...

In an instant, with a crisp gunshot, its head was penetrated by a bullet, and its body was still shaking on the ground.

Bill, who was awakened by the sound of gunfire not far away, picked up the shotgun and looked around: "Is there trouble?"

Dutch rolled his eyes at him: "If you have nothing to do, go and chop some wood for me."

"I thought some bastard broke in, forget it, wait for me for another half an hour..."

Song Hao, who was hiding in the dark at this time, didn't dare to take a breath. It was obvious that the leader of the Van der Linde Gang was also superb in his marksmanship.

So last night in Valentine's bank, if there was a gunfight between the two parties, it seemed that there was no telling who would win.

One Arthur and one Dutch are enough to drink a pot...

When he returned to the river bank, the scene he had just seen in the tent could not be forgotten for a long time, and Song Hao's expression couldn't help but become serious.

It seems that Dutch from the Van der Linde gang has been deliberately concealing the gang's wealth.

Why?

You can fucking guess it even with your butt:

This guy is unwilling to give up his power, let alone lose his dominance.

Because let’s not talk about whether the heavy box of banknotes will allow them to go to Tahiti to enjoy their retirement years.

Even if you take a step back, this huge sum of money is more than enough to package a decent identity in the upper class society.

Why continue to live a life of fugitives like this?

The answer is simple:

This guy is a madman, a madman who is purely blinded by power!

"Forget it, since you have already exposed your flaws, don't blame me for trying to force you into a corner. Anyway, these people will die sooner or later if they follow you."

Turning over and riding on the Silver Fang, Song Hao slowly looked in the direction of Rhodes Town.

After all, if I heard correctly just now, Arthur and John seem to be investigating the situation in Rhodes Town.

But if the Van der Linde Gang is now targeting the two wealthy families in Rhodes Town, then we can only say:

"You guys are really stubborn..."

In about half a day, wearing a cowboy hat, he arrived at the gate of Rhodes Town, filled with wind and sand.

He choked and coughed violently, thinking what a terrible place it was.

And compared to the scene last time, the atmosphere this time was obviously more tense. He looked around with cold eyes to make sure there was no ambush hidden.

Otherwise, I don’t want to end up like Gerald Braithwaite, who was shot to pieces by the police when he came in.

"Fuck, that definitely hurts."

So under the gaze of a few passers-by, he rode slowly to the front of the tavern.

Naihe leaned forward slightly, but did not see John and Arthur.

But he is not worried at all. As long as he stays here tonight, he will see him sooner or later.

Because Song Hao had told Aaron before that in a place with complicated identities like a tavern, you can get any information.

He doesn't believe that Arthur is a fool...

However, the moment he walked into the tavern, a pungent smell blew in his face, choking him and making him cough violently.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that there were several drunkards lying on the ground, and the digestive matter spitting out of their mouths was very disgusting.

"What about the bartender from before?"

He pinched his nose, and his mood was greatly affected to some extent.

I saw the uncle standing behind the counter washing the cup with water and muttering: "Could it be Mike you're talking about?"

Without specifically asking the bartender's name, Song Hao simply sat on a chair in the corner: "It should be the Mike you mentioned. I know him as a bartender here."

"I see, he told me about you, but you came a little late. Mike died three days ago."

"Huh?"

At this second, Song Hao, who thought he was hallucinating, suddenly stood up: "Is he dead?"

"Yes, he died. He died in a chaotic gun battle late at night after get off work. The kid was just about to go home for his twenty-second birthday."

I don’t know why, but even though they are not relatives, the timid bartender appears in my mind.

He loves to laugh and is very timid, but his lifespan is not very long...

In the next few minutes, Song Hao, who calmed down, ordered a glass of English whiskey and a plate of beef, which was his standard meal.

As a result, just when he was about to feast, two figures appeared outside the tavern.

They walked with a heavy sound, and the metal accessories hit the holsters on their waists, making a clanging sound.

"Damn, what's this smell?" John couldn't help but frowned.

Arthur did not bother with the drunkards on his right, and joked: "I remember when Bill was drunk, he smelled even worse than them."

Then they walked to the front of the counter, glanced at the menu and said:

"Boss, give us two glasses of whiskey!"

"Wait a moment."

They muttered, trying to avoid that disgusting seat, and kept looking around at the drinkers until they spotted Song Hao in the corner.

Arthur slowly lit a cigarette, the smoke was lingering, and he always felt that this back figure was indescribably familiar.

"John, you stay here, I'll go over and take a look."

"Then be careful yourself."

Arthur strolled up behind Song Hao, and when his eyes locked on the holster on the other man's waist, his identity was already clear.

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With a white ivory gun handle, I'm afraid the entire West won't be able to get a second one.

He inadvertently showed a smile and joked: "There can't be such a coincidence, right?"

"Friend, I can't guarantee that such a coincidence will happen."

"I have been waiting for you for a long time..."

The thick-skinned Song Hao picked up his whiskey and beef and walked to Arthur and John's seats.

Because it was the first time he saw this unfamiliar face, John seemed very wary: "Arthur, your friend?"

"We can be considered friends. I happened to meet him when I went to collect debts from Black Lung Man Downs."

Arthur didn't explain too much, and he knew he shouldn't explain too much. After all, this guy's identity is very complicated.

"Nice to meet you, I think you are all hungry too, right?"

Since he was the host and he was not short of money, Song Hao ordered two more plates of beef.

By the time the three of them had had enough wine and food, and looked drunk, someone realized that the atmosphere was almost over.

So he deliberately lowered his voice and said straight to the point: "By the way, how much did you get back in Valentine that night?"

"Wait a minute, why does the voice sound familiar? It turns out to be you!"

Sensing that something was wrong, John frowned, put down the knife and fork in his hand decisively, and placed his palm on the holster on his waist.

In response to this, Song Hao did not react at all, and sat calmly across from him: "I just invited you to finish the meal. Doesn't it seem a bit impolite to do so?"

Since he is not defensive, on the one hand he does not want to cause misunderstanding, but on the other hand he has absolute confidence.

He believes he can shoot faster than this rough guy!

Fortunately, at such a critical moment, Arthur stood up and came to the rescue: "Man, there is no need to be nervous."
Chapter completed!