When they returned to the fork in the road outside Rhodes Town, John happened to be riding over with Abigail.

Under the dim light of the night, he glanced at Song Hao, and it seemed that he had successfully obtained the information.

I didn’t expect that this beauty’s seduction effect was pretty good.

Tightening the reins, Song Hao asked with concern: "You shouldn't have run into any trouble, right?"

John showed the pistol on his waist: "That bastard should be lucky that he stopped, otherwise he would be in trouble."

The result is a life where you have to use only one hand to solve your needs for the rest of your life...

"My God, you will get tired of that sooner or later, right?"

Without further ado, consider that every now and then a well-orchestrated shootout breaks out in Rhodes Town.

So it's best to get back to the Forrest Mountains as soon as possible and make a detailed plan for a weekend heist.

Since they can discern the timing of the actions of the two major families, they have the right to preemptively strike.

"Abigail, let me tell you, that bitch's skin is almost oily, and he even wants to touch my palm."

Abigail smiled: "Who wouldn't?"

"The bastard here actually wanted to kiss me on the lips first, saying it was a pre-experience service."

A few rays of moonlight are scattered on the country roads.

At this time, they are sharing how they show their feminine charm, so that the prey is willing to step into the trap.

As he was talking, he suddenly burst into laughter, as if he had heard a humorous joke.

"By the way, how's your butt doing?"

"I can barely make do, I hope I don't get hemorrhoids..."

Song Hao and John, who were riding ahead, were talking about men. They took out cigarettes from their pockets, and now they could finally puff away.

After all, I just hid in the wheat fields and smoke fields and didn't dare to move. It was really uncomfortable.

"Friend, this feeling of not being able to smoke is like having countless ants crawling on you..."

It is worth mentioning that when passing the cemetery at the entrance of Rhodes Town, Song Hao asked them to wait for some reason.

I strolled into the cemetery and looked at a brand new grave that had been buried just a few days ago, with the name of the original bartender engraved on it:

[Mike Hammer, born in Louisiana, 1877-1899]

[May God bless this kind and pious child]

Song Hao sat down in front of the tombstone, not forgetting to take out the wine he had prepared in advance:

"It's been so long, I came to see you, man!"

So having said that, this brat seems to be getting ready to go home to celebrate his twenty-second birthday.

However, God did not bless him, and he unfortunately appeared in a chaotic gun battle between the Gray family and the Braithwaite family.

So at a brilliant age, he ushered in the end of his life.

Song Hao stood up slowly: "There is nothing to say. I hope you can go to a safer place in your next life, but don't come to the United States again."

With a gust of night wind blowing, the tawny wine floats freely in the air...

This can be regarded as a tribute to friendship between men!

When he got back on the horse, the three members of the Wildfire Gang could clearly see that something was wrong with his mood.

It seems that the eye sockets are slightly red.

John asked abruptly: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just want to pay homage to a friend I once knew who worked in a tavern in Rhodes Town."

Finding that Song Hao had no desire to continue talking, they understood deeply and did not continue to ask further questions.

Of course, considering that the men and women in the gang lack some handsome and beautiful clothes.

"Although it is a gang, it is also a family, so it should look like a family."

After listening to Song Hao's words, they suddenly understood and bought some clothes and food at the Rhodes Town store.

This undoubtedly cost a lot of money.

But it doesn’t matter, as long as everyone is happy, the gang is not short of this little bit of money anyway...

When the group finally returned to the villa in the Forrest Mountains, it was already dawn and a mist filled the forest.

However, unexpectedly, I saw Reina playing with Jack in the yard, and the little guy was full of energy.

Hearing the increasingly clear sound of horse hooves, she hurriedly came out and said, "I thought you were going to rest in Rhodes Town for the night."

Song Hao asked Aaron to store the goods in the warehouse and explained at the same time:

"No matter what, the hotels outside are definitely not as comfortable as at home, and there are also certain dangers."

It could be seen that everyone looked tired, and they were traveling under the stars, so the considerate Reina asked them to go back to their respective rooms to rest.

He is responsible for staying in the kitchen and cooking, preparing to make an elaborate meal to reward everyone in the gang.

During the busy time, little Jack, who had nothing to do, originally wanted to pick up a kitchen knife to help cut vegetables, but fortunately, she stopped him in time.

"Put down the kitchen knife in your hand, it's very dangerous, Jack!"

The little guy muttered: "But I'm bored now, Aunt Reina."

"How about you help me wash these vegetables?"

Seeing Jack obediently put down the kitchen knife, and then rushed to wash the vegetables, Reina finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Otherwise, when Abigail wakes up, she may see Jack crying with tears in his eyes.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that there was a bloody gash in the palm of my hand...

"Damn, what time is this?"

In a daze, accompanied by a scent that penetrated from the tip of his nose into his lungs, Song Hao, who was sleeping soundly in bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

He hurriedly looked at his watch. The time displayed on it was seven o'clock in the evening.

I'm so fucking sleepy that I almost close my eyes and have no consciousness at all.

He rinsed briefly, spit out the water for mouthwash, and found that his gums were bleeding.

"It seems that I need to eat more fruits in the future and not just think about smoking every day..."

Song Hao was a gentleman. He stood in front of the mirror and changed into clean clothes before wandering to the dining room.

There was nothing he could do about it. He was a little dizzy after being busy with all the trivial matters for so long.

As a result, when I went out, I found that other people in the gang were also getting dressed and going downstairs. It seemed that the smell was causing the noise.

The star of today's dinner is chicken stewed with mushrooms, and there is toast, jam, and even John's favorite Italian grilled sausage on the table.

It can be called a sumptuous meal with all kinds of colors, flavors and flavors, and everyone will be salivating with greed.

"Rena, do you know?"

Reina, who was serving soup, couldn't help but turn around when she heard John's words: "What's wrong?"

John put the tender chicken into his mouth with a knife and fork and said with a smile: "You really should apply for a chef position, that will definitely suit you!"

When the topic came up, Song Hao couldn't help but joked: "Maybe our Wildfire Gang can open a hotel in Saint Denis in the future, and Reina can be the chief chef..."

The atmosphere in the villa is quite pleasant.

After everyone had had enough wine and food, Abigail told little Jack to go back to the room to rest early today.

To prevent children from hearing some conversations that they should not hear.

It was nine o'clock in the middle of the night, and Song Hao, the gang leader, gathered everyone together and lit a candle in the center of the dinner table.

The firelight swayed, reflecting everyone's shadow on the wall.

The atmosphere is simply overwhelming!

"Like the European Round Table from fucking centuries ago."

Seeing that the environment was almost rendered, he took a deep breath and took out a map purchased from the Rhodes Town store:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the information we have collected so far is this: the Gray family's tobacco will pass through this small road, while the Braithwaite family's private wine will most likely start from the main road."

"But no matter what, they will eventually pass through the wooden bridge over the Camassa River, which is the fastest way to Saint-Denis."

"And one's time is two-thirty in the afternoon, and the other's time is three o'clock in the afternoon."

Reina, who was listening quietly, murmured: "That means there is a half-hour time difference between the two?"
Chapter completed!