There is a waterfall in the mountains behind Strawberry Town. The ice and snow accumulated in Meili Snow Mountain all year round is illuminated by the gentle sunshine.

Some of it can still be melted and gathered into small streams criss-crossing each other, eventually forming this rather beautiful natural landscape.

If this scene were placed hundreds of years from now, it would definitely be a popular tourist attraction.

Song Hao, who was riding on the back of Silver Fang, looked around and thought this was a good place: "Let's go right here!"

The drunk man following behind was still swaying and almost fell off the horse: "You really know how to pick a place."

"Although I don't know what you did in Strawberry Town, it doesn't matter. Who makes me hate that damn star hat?"

Because just half an hour ago, he claimed that he wanted to have a western cowboy show, but Song Hao, who agreed, was unwilling to do it on the street.

Why?

Obviously I'm afraid of those policemen who like to watch shows!

The group of people dismounted one after another, and then Aaron took out a few apples from the saddle bag, which were the props requested by the other party.

It cost three cents.

"Boss, are you sure you're okay?"

Song Hao, who was stretching his muscles, showed a smile, as confident as ever: "What can happen to me?"

I don’t dare to brag about anything else, but at least when it comes to marksmanship duels, I have never been timid.

Since you want to play this bet with me, I'm sorry, you are asking for your own death!

"Then just be steady, brothers believe in you."

"If we lose accidentally, even if the other party wants to ask for something, there are still three of us..."

The meaning behind the rookie’s words is obvious:

We are winners who will never lose, so don’t worry.

While he ran over to put the apple on the rock, he saw the drunk man walking up to Song Hao. The smell was still unpleasant.

He took a bite of the apple: "Please ask a question, where did you get this gun?"

"This shouldn't have anything to do with you, right?"

When it comes to his own privacy issues, Song Hao's face suddenly darkened and he didn't want to say anything more.

There was a very clear chewing sound echoing in my ears, which was extremely annoying.

All he wants now is to win this fucking duel quickly, and then take the flame-colored Turkmen away from this fucking place.

"To a certain extent, it actually has something to do with me..."

As a result, the drunk man still refused to give up. He stood nearby and deliberately hinted: "Five years ago, I saw a double-action revolver like this."

"The gun body is very precise, and the handle is repeatedly carved with expensive ivory, finally forming such a masterpiece of God."

After talking about it for a while, Song Hao didn't know what the other party wanted to express.

As he took out the gun and loaded the bullet, he murmured: "Then you may have made a mistake. This is the American West, and many cowboys love to decorate their guns."

"So I am no exception..."

However, before he could continue, the drunk man interrupted: "Absolutely impossible."

"Although I am a bit old now, I usually like to drink, and my head is almost soaked by the fucking alcohol."

"But young people, I still remember certain things very clearly."

Song Hao didn't want to worry about this guy's origins, he might just be a pure psychopath.

Seeing that Aaron, who had placed the apples over there, was about to run over, he suddenly said something that made someone's back shiver:

"After all, the owner of this gun is Robert Neeson!"

In the flash of lightning, as Song Hao's pupils shrank, he pointed the barrel of the gun directly at the man's head at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

"Shut your damn mouth!"

His emotions have never been so out of control.

John, who was still preparing to urinate, heard the quarrel and had no time to pull up his pants. He quickly took out his pistol and pointed it at the drunk man.

All it takes is an order from the boss, and this guy's brain will surely blossom.

Faced with the sudden and tense situation, Aaron was so frightened that he froze on the spot and seemed at a loss.

"Look, I was right, right?"

The drunk man threw away the unfinished apple: "I guess you are Robert Neeson's..."

Song Hao's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and a bullet passed by his ear instantly:

"If you fucking dare mention this name again, I guarantee you will have a bloody bullet hole in your eye."

Now that we have talked about this, I am afraid it will be difficult to end without blood.

So he obediently showed off his French military salute. The drunk man was like a spectator who had guessed the clown's secret, with the corners of his mouth raised crazily.

The atmosphere solidified, and the waterfall not far away continued to fall, stirring up a thin mist...

"By the way, why are we here?"

The drunk man was very thick-skinned and pretended that nothing had happened: "By the way, we are going to have a duel to decide the ownership of this Turkmen horse."

"So...can you put down the gun?"

Finding that the other party was pretending to be confused, Song Hao, who lost control of his emotions, had no choice but to do anything.

He could only put down the barrel of the gun in his hand. There was no need to fight to the death over a horse. Besides, the police station of Strawberry Town was right below.

John finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Damn it, I peed on my pants..."

In a few seconds of preparation, both of them stood on the same starting and ending line, trying to maintain steady breathing.

As Aaron's countdown approaches, the finger hovering on the trigger is also shaking slightly.

"3...2...1..."

In an instant, the crisp sound of gunfire echoed in the forest.

The two men shot at almost the same time, and the apple not far away burst at the same time, scaring the animals hiding in the dark and running away.

There was no way, the shooting speed was too fast, Aaron stepped forward to check and sighed: "A draw!"

Everyone knows in their hearts that for top sharpshooters, this little gadget can’t tell the difference.

Just killing time.

So the sharpshooter with a thick beard blew away the smoke from the barrel: "How about we change the game and send your little follower to stand behind the waterfall."

"Throw the apple high when the countdown is over. This is the real game that tests your marksmanship."

After John heard this, he didn't want Song Hao to accompany a madman in this extremely dangerous bet.

After all, the water splash caused by the waterfall will originally affect people's sight, not to mention standing behind the waterfall and falling freely, which undoubtedly increases the difficulty.

An accident...Aaron might burp on the spot.

However, just as his warning was stuck in his throat, Song Hao said abruptly: "As you wish."

"Friend, you will pay the price for your stupidity!"

The irrational behavior of their boss surprised both John and Aaron, who were outsiders.

On the other hand, when the drunkard's provocation succeeded, he couldn't help but burst out laughing: "God, I just like a young man like you who is full of energy."

"Then what are you waiting for?"
Chapter completed!