After putting the treasure into the dark layer of his pocket, Potter in the corner had already fallen into a coma early due to serious injuries and excessive blood loss. Song Hao walked straight to him and started thinking.

As a bookworm who once stayed up late to read online novels, he understands the crime of holding a jade.

What if this guy comes back alive and deliberately reveals some information to Frasier, an old fox, claiming that all the treasures he gained through killing are in my hands.

Then there is no guarantee that some righteous police officers will secretly focus on themselves again to get rich.

So what should we do?

After all, the difference between the reward for a dead body and a living person is a full two hundred dollars, and naturally he, who is greedy for money, does not want to miss this huge difference.

"Forget it, you deserved to die anyway, so just treat it as what you deserved."

After thinking for a while, Song Hao carefully pried open Potter's mouth with a knife, and then looked at the bloody tongue.

At this time, in the dim candlelight of the room, the shadows of the two people kept swaying on the wall, like ghosts in the dark night.

In the end, as the other party's body trembled violently, half of his tongue fell into the urine fish tank. This completely deprived him of his right to speak.

Before leaving, Song Hao knocked over the kerosene lamp that was used for lighting and at the same time calmly lit a cigarette in the distance.

In the reflection of the pupils, the fire deep in the cellar is burning, washing away the sins that have been committed here.

"Just think of it as sending you on your way."

After that, he inserted the unextinguished cigarette into the soil and placed an unknown wild flower next to it.

When Potter woke up from his daze, he felt a heartbreaking burning pain in his back.

Taking a closer look, it turned out that Song Hao, who was walking in front, was tying up his limbs with hemp ropes and dragging them wildly on the ground like firewood.

You must know that carriages often run over him, resulting in a lot of gravel on the mountain road, so this kind of torture will undoubtedly leave the skin on his back.

But this is what Song Hao wants to see, it's very comfortable.

Seeing the other party struggling desperately, Song Hao, who was about to enter Valentine Town, finally decided to take a rest.

Sitting on the stone, he put down the hemp rope in his hand and took out a military wine bottle from his waist: "Stop barking."

"I have cut off your tongue and soaked it in your own urine. After all, I don't want to expose anything before you are hanged."

After hearing this, Potter felt a fishy smell in his throat and finally realized it.

It turns out that the reason why I have been unable to make a sound is not because my voice is hoarse, but because I have lost the tongue I use to speak.

When the brain realizes this serious problem, the pain in the mouth is approaching like a tsunami.

Song Hao walked up to him and muttered to himself: "I like your vicious eyes. If I had known, I should have prepared a mirror for you, so that you can see what kind of beast you are."

After that, he would forcefully open the other person's mouth with his hands, and if he didn't comply, he would punch him hard until all the strong liquor in the flask was poured into his stomach.

Under the stimulation of alcohol, the broken tongue suddenly experienced a hotter taste.

Valentine's mornings are busy. Everyone brings breakfast made by his wife, goes out to greet each other, and prepares to work on the farm.

But when a person inadvertently looks towards the road to the north, his eyes widen and round: "Hey, who is that?"

"I don't know, maybe some kind of bounty hunter who captured criminals alive?"

"I saw him yesterday, he seemed to be the guy in the pub."

At this time, Officer Tour, who was still sitting in the police station reading the newspaper, heard everyone's conversation and hurried out to check the situation.

The familiar face and walking posture not far away are obviously confirming the identity of this man.

"Song Hao?"

Without thinking too much, he quickly returned to the police station and sounded the alarm, which meant that all the townspeople had to gather in the square within an hour.

Everyone looked at each other, because this rusty alarm bell often sounded to notify of something important.

Soon, this voice representing power echoed in the sky of Valentine, and even the farmers and ladies who were still sleeping got up and washed up.

Dewdrops condensed on the tips of the weeds on the roadside and slowly slid over.

Under the early morning sunshine, I saw a man walking from the other side of the mountain, dragging behind him a strong man who didn't know whether to live or die.

This unusual sight made people who didn't know the situation put down their farm tools and choose to stop and watch.

On the other hand, the thick-skinned Song Hao walked towards the police station with an indifferent expression amidst countless people's speculations, not forgetting to buy a shaomai along the way.

While you're in a good mood, let's have a quick breakfast first.

"Sheriff, it's time to come out and get your gift."

His voice is very transparent and can be heard directly from outside the police station.

This sentence also reveals another meaning: I am here to receive my own bounty reward!

At the same time, Fraser hurried over from home after receiving the news about Tour, with an incredible look in his eyes.

"Did you really catch him?"

"Looking at what you said, I am the only one with normal eyes right in front of you, right?"

Without saying a word, Song Hao kicked the immobile Porter into the mud puddle in front of the police station.

Because there is fresh cow dung mixed in the muddy water, the smell should be very good.

The surrounding townspeople couldn't help but come over and take a closer look at this guy who had a scar on his face but was already dying.

But just like the original agreement, as long as the murderer is alive, the police station will have to pay an additional $350.

I didn't expect that this bounty task would be completed so easily by Song Hao, and someone couldn't help but look a little ugly.

After all, Song Hao is also a fox, and he can see through the other person's little thoughts at a glance.

"There are so many people testifying now that this guy was still alive when I handed it over to you. You should know what I want to express, right?"

"Toul, tell the other police officers to gather in the square. Don't wait any longer. Don't forget to prepare torture instruments and reporters."

After saying that, Fraser, who had messy hair, gave Song Hao a look and asked him to come in with him.

Because the prisoners were transported to Saint-Denis for collective execution this morning, there was no one else in the police station.

This is a good thing.

Hearing the cheers from everyone outside, Frazier couldn't help but smile: "You are really a miracle worker."

"Have you ever thought about becoming a police officer in Valentine?"

Song Hao put Shaomai in his mouth: "I don't care about miracles or not, and I'm not interested in your career."

"I only know that executing Potter the Ripper is your next step and has nothing to do with me. Now I just want to take my share."

These words are very serious and leave no room for negotiation.

Naturally, he could see the other party's impatience, so Frazier had to take out no more than $350.

My heart is bleeding...

He asked Song Hao to count the amount on the spot before burning the contract and explaining at the same time: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to be so efficient, so I haven't had time to exchange it for gold yet."

"Of course, we will hang Potter in the center of the square in an hour. Maybe you can go to the bank to exchange gold yourself."
Chapter completed!