In a flash of lightning, a bullet flew past Song Hao's ear, scaring him so much that he suffered from tinnitus.

Just a few centimeters off the position, the life of this living king of hell in the west has come to an end.

Looking back, the current situation is simply chaotic and has even reached an uncontrollable level.

Several bounty hunters who happened to be passing by not far away were so frightened that they fled away and did not dare to come over to watch the battle.

Accompanied by clear gunshots one after another, it suddenly created the illusion that there were enemies on all sides.

John tightened the reins: "Fuck, how many people are chasing us?"

Song Hao's pupils shrank: "I don't know, John, get down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, another dense barrage of bullets shot straight towards this direction, piercing several wooden boxes in the back seat on the spot.

For a moment, fragrant wine flowed out...

I am really forced to the point where I can’t bear it, and I don’t want to be chased by others and slapped in the face:

If the tiger doesn't show off its power, do you think I'm a sick cat?

John simply controlled the direction with one hand and fired back with the other hand. This undoubtedly involved great risks.

After all, if you are not careful, you may slip and fall from the carriage, becoming a living target for others.

"Are you crazy?"

With a glance, someone was so frightened that cold sweat broke out on his back. This is the real gangster.

John's neck turned red: "I'm not crazy, I want to show these bastards some color!"

After all, they just fired a few shots, and a cloud of white smoke lingered around the barrel.

Although his marksmanship is somewhat inferior compared to superhumans like Arthur and Song Hao.

But it is still quite threatening when it comes to dealing with the bastard police officers who are chasing after them:

Two bullets can easily kill a person's butt...

"Now!"

Fortunately, it was a near miss and John was not thrown out by the bumpy carriage.

They took the opportunity to hide behind the wooden box and quickly crossed the wooden bridge of the Kamassa River. At the same time, Song Hao whistled with his hand.

This is the signal that represents the Wildfire Gang's next move...

Upon hearing the sound, Sadie, who was already prepared, was hiding in the woods not far away and suddenly activated the bomb's detonating device.

In an instant, with a loud booming sound, dazzling flames mixed with sawdust rushed straight into the air.

Like a fire lotus blooming perfectly.

"Everyone, be careful, there is a bomb!"

The reminder sound is a step too slow after all.

Several policemen who had no time to retreat were directly knocked over by a powerful shock wave, and they and their horses fell into the rushing river below.

Soon there was no trace.

I don’t know why, but this scene looks familiar...

After the battle ended, John breathed a sigh of relief: "Damn, I almost got shot in the butt."

"Don't worry, your butt is fine, it's still the standard American butt."

Now that he had finally escaped death, the panting Song Hao reluctantly let go of the reins and waited for Sadie, who was riding Bob, to catch up.

This is naturally the result of women!

On the other hand, John's eyes stayed on the policemen on the other side of the river bank, and he found that there were fourteen of them wandering around, which was not a small number.

After all, even if you look at the entire Rhodes Town or Valentine, I'm afraid you won't be able to come up with such a generous gesture.

So here comes the question...

What kind of police are they from?

Who would have thought that even though this issue has not yet been clarified, Sadie rushes forward with even worse news.

Her face was solemn: "Don't stay here, we must escape from this ghost place as soon as possible. I found a group of people ambushing in the forest on the right."

"Ah?"

As the saying goes, the house leaks when it rains all night long.

Now that the words have come to this, Song Hao, who has always been vigilant, is not in the mood to think about what step caused the problem.

As a result, my group will be targeted by the fucking police.

And the marksmanship of these guys is not like the lazy style of those fat pigs...

At this second, a terrifying term suddenly appeared in his mind: Pinkerton Detective Agency!

It is simply unbelievable that this organization, which once made countless criminals fearful, would target him today.

"Speed ​​up, I'm afraid they have more than just this number of pursuers."

As a lady, Sadie naturally walked in front, so at least it would be safer.

He and John followed behind in a carriage. Looking from a distance, it seemed that it would take a while before they could rush into the virgin forest.

There are traps set by gangs in every corner and Abigail is already ready.

This is the last trump card!

However, after walking a few steps, John couldn't help but frown: "Song Hao, look over there..."

"Huh?"

At this time, following John's voice, he saw a few figures that were extremely familiar to him rushing out of a sparse forest.

The Vanderlinde Gang!

Sadie was confused: "Why are they here too?"

"Who knows, God has played a shitty joke on all of us!"

Song Hao, who understood the situation clearly, couldn't help but curse.

Obviously, they are also eyeing the goods of these two families, so they ambush here early.

So when they found out that their target had become the Wildfire Gang, especially those familiar faces, everyone in the charge couldn't help but look at each other.

The picture is quite comic.

It is worth mentioning that today, almost all members of the Van der Linde gang led by Dutch were deployed.

Song Hao discovered that there were several characters he had not seen at the Horse Palm Lookout.

"Damn it, Dutch, why do you even think about taking a dip in troubled waters?"

"Shit, John, how the hell do I know you guys struck first?"

The two men had been separated for a long time, and before they even exchanged a few words, dense figures rushed out of the forest not far away again.

Good guys, to the naked eye, almost all of them are Detective Pinkerton.

Their weapons are sophisticated and well-trained, and even their marksmanship is much more accurate than that of the local police.

"Guys, I'm afraid we're going to be in trouble this time..."

According to preliminary estimates, there are at least thirty police detectives:

This is about to catch up with the firepower of Saint Denis!

John spat: "How can I enjoy such noble treatment?"

There was no other way, because bullets were flying behind their butts, so the Wildfire Gang had no choice but to flee with the Van der Linde Gang.

"Sadie, come over here."

In a daze, Song Hao slowed down the carriage slightly, allowing Shadi to jump to the front of the carriage while he was responsible for the firepower output.

As a certain gangster said, it's time to give these wild dogs some color.

I saw him spinning the two pistols in his hands and firing bullets wildly: "Everyone, it seems that this is a trap that has been set in advance, waiting for us to step on it."

While shooting the arrow, Charles looked at John: "Arthur is not with you?"

"Damn, I'd rather he be by my side now!"

John's hands kept moving, but the opponent was not a target and knew how to avoid the gangster's counterattack.

Ever since, following a hail of bullets that could alarm Saint Denis, both sides started a fierce melee.

Although some of the Pinkerton detectives were successfully killed, the losses to the Van der Linde Gang were also serious:

Bill's thigh was penetrated by a bullet, and he was bleeding...
Chapter completed!