John initially thought that Song Hao was deliberately joking with him.

After all, a person with such a famous reputation is a household name, how could he not know about it?

Besides, there is an old saying that goes well:

As a cowboy in the West, you must have heard of Jack Cooper's reputation, just like a bandit in the Atlantic, you must have seen the flag of Roman Nien.

"Wait, you really haven't heard of him?"

"If he was a famous prostitute, I might know something about it..."

So when John realized that Song Hao's expression was really confused, he realized that it might not be a joke.

He coughed a few times and blew the dust off the photo: "Someone once said that he appeared out of thin air in the western wilderness like a ghost."

"You know, it may take an ordinary person a lifetime to transform from an unknown cowboy to a famous sharpshooter."

"An experienced hunter may need half a lifetime, and even a talented hunter will need at least twenty years."

"And he...Jack Cooper...it only took ten years to announce to the entire United States that his era was coming!"

John's tone was impassioned, like a loyal follower who was following in the footsteps of his ancestors.

For some reason, Song Hao always felt that this sharpshooter's experience was somewhat similar to his own.

I can’t say they are 100% identical, but they are 90% consistent.

He lit a cigarette to dispel the moisture in the cellar: "Then does he have any great deeds?"

After hearing this, John showed a self-deprecating smile: "Jack's glorious deeds are always worthy of our admiration."

"When he was at his strongest, he did not join a gang or the bounty hunter industry. Instead, he wandered alone in the West, company with wild beasts."

"Legend has it that he once killed as many as fifty people in a terrorist organization in the forest. He is the kind of guy who kills and skins people."

As he said, Jack's career was glorious and brilliant...

Although Song Hao didn't speak, he exhaled a cloud of milky white smoke, but the blurry scene at that time appeared in front of his eyes.

It was a pouring rainy night, and a man covered in wet stood on a towering rock with a cigarette lit in his mouth.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky, and the light reflected the bullet scar at the corner of his eye:

"Everyone... prepare to die!"

This must be the classic opening statement of a sharpshooter, and then he leaps into the air with bullets loaded.

After a dense hail of gunfire and bullets, the noisy forest fell into deathly silence again, and blood mixed with rain seeped into the soil.

However, this man:

Jack Cooper is like a bloody angel reborn from the killing.

"Damn, he's so handsome!"

When his thoughts returned to reality, he found that the burning cigarette butt had burned his palms, so he had to stamp it out in a hurry.

On the other side, John's eyes still stayed on the photo, probably also indulging in the legendary story of that man.

"Song Hao, John, where are you? Come and have dinner quickly..."

Abigail's voice echoed in his ears from time to time, and the two people who were still in the cellar were about to go home.

However, the next second, as if it was God's destined arrangement, the photo hanging on the wall suddenly fell down by accident.

The two people looked back and saw that there was an obvious gap behind the original position of the photo.

They couldn't help but look at each other, stepped forward and reached out to take out the items in the hollow. It turned out to be an iron box with a sense of age.

The outside is also wrapped repeatedly with cloth strips, probably to prevent moisture.

"John, I have a hunch..."

"Don't tell me, I'm very nervous now..."

As Song Hao slowly opened the iron box, a Schofield revolver was placed inside.

The rifling inside the barrel is exquisite, and the surface is coated with a layer of silver paint, making it look white and magnificent.

As for the handle of the gun, it is inlaid with five pearls, and in the center is an engraving of a human skull.

If I had to describe this work of art in one sentence, it would undoubtedly be:

My God, this is simply a messenger sent by the god of fucking death!

The silver light flashed, and John couldn't help but gasp and murmured: "Song Hao, this is Jack's gun, called the White Ghost."

It is indeed a rare and good gun.

Song Hao saw the strong desire in his heart, so he handed the white ghost into his hand: "If you like it, I'll give it to you."

"No need, you should hold it. It is a status symbol. I am not qualified yet..."

There was no way, no matter how much he tried to persuade him, John still refused to accept this precious gift.

In the end, Song Hao had no choice but to put the white ghost into the holster:

"Then I will take temporary custody of it for you."

Before leaving, they did not forget to close the cellar tightly to prevent bobcats and poisonous snakes from visiting.

"Are you back?"

Hearing the footsteps behind her, Abigail looked gentle, and dinner was still cooking in the pot.

Inadvertently, I saw the corners of Aaron's mouth trembling slightly, as if he was saying with his lips: "Boss, run quickly..."

Seeing the two pillars of the gang arriving belatedly, Reina's expression turned out to be indescribably weird.

Sadie turned her face to one side, perhaps admiring the flowers in the yard, or perhaps looking at the orange-red sunset in the sky.

Anyway, the atmosphere is very solemn.

Song Hao, who frowned slightly, thought to himself: What the hell is going on?

When John next to him found out that Abigail was in charge, everyone slowed down and was reluctant to take a seat.

"Damn it, I can't escape..."

It is worth mentioning that the dining room of this villa is very spacious and can accommodate almost ten people to dine together.

Let's leave a place for Arthur.

"By the way, why are you still hanging around here?"

Song Hao, who was sitting in the head position, took a deep breath, and Abigail just brought the dishes: "I think the food is almost cold..."

Hmm?

Wait?

What is this?

His eyes stayed on the surface of the reddish-brown sticky food, and he couldn't tell what ingredients it was made from.

Not only does the color look shocking, but the smell is also indescribably strange.

It's like some kind of dog shit has been continuously smoked over a fire, and then topped with a sauce made from mud.

At this moment, he, who was kept in the dark, finally understood why everyone looked like this...

"This is the dinner I carefully prepared. I hope it will suit your appetite."

Abigail returned to her seat with a look of satisfaction on her face, as if she had just won a victory...

He had to pretend to cough a few times, and Song Hao, who was a little desperate, asked tentatively: "What is the name of your dish?"
Chapter completed!