"Stooges of the Saint-Denis authorities, your grandfather and I are here. Don't miss me, because I will beat the shit out of you next."

While Arthur was taunting, he also fired several shots into the air, successfully attracting the police who originally wanted to support the Pinkerton detectives.

They know very well in their hearts that as long as they can capture these desperate desperadoes, it will symbolize getting the golden key to promotion and title.

After all, their masterpiece today has already attracted the attention of several high-ranking figures in Saint Denis!

At this moment, I saw this mighty team rushing towards me, the chaotic horseshoes kicking up layers of turbid dust. There were nearly twenty people at least.

Arthur took a deep breath and calmly lit his cigarette, ready to meet his fate!

There are not many bullets in his pistol. Although the magazine in the saddle bag is enough to kill all the police, God will not leave himself that much time.

The battle only lasts for a moment...

Anyway, as many as you can kill are just a few, and as many seconds as you can gain are just a few seconds.

"Damn, I don't know if I will be paraded through the streets of Saint-Denis tomorrow, I hope they don't take off my pants..."

The unextinguished cigarette slipped from your fingers.

However, just when he was about to wait until someone entered the shooting range and then shoot, there was suddenly a dull sound of horse hooves behind him, which scared him and turned around hurriedly.

Fortunately, my brain stopped the car in time, otherwise I would have been in trouble.

"Ah?"

"Don't be nervous, I'm here to help you."

Song Hao, who was riding the Flame Earl, suddenly stopped beside Arthur. He turned over and dismounted, and loaded the bullets of the two pistols with a relaxed expression.

This inexplicably gentle atmosphere made it seem as if they were not in a life-and-death escape, but enjoying a leisurely hunting competition.

It is worth mentioning that one of Song Hao's guns is the Ivory left by Robert Neeson, and the other is the White Phantom left by Jack Cooper.

As the sidearms of sharpshooters in the past, it seems that they need to teach the police in Saint-Denis a lesson today.

Waiting patiently for the prey to enter his hunting range, Arthur couldn't help but joke: "I don't understand why you came back when you were fine."

"Why, are you afraid that I will go to hell alone and you want to accompany me?"

Song Hao shrugged after hearing this: "Who the hell knows?"

"Either my brain was kicked by a donkey and I had to risk being shot into pieces by bullets to come back to save you, or I just heard God's will..."

Arthur was confused, and found that this guy was still pretending, deliberately not saying the rest of the sentence.

Purely appetizing.

In his field of vision, the police were getting closer and closer, and he finally said his last words: "His old man told me that Arthur Morgan will not die here today!"

"You are wrong, I don't believe in God!"

Joking to lighten the mood, the two men looked at each other and showed a meaningful smile.

In an instant, the bullets produced in Germany were like sharp fangs flying out of the mouth of a beast, chewing up the policemen in front of them.

There are even patches of scarlet blood mist in the air, which is a strange sight that can only occur when a bullet penetrates a blood vessel.

Of course, the two of them have a tacit understanding. Every time they shoot, they hit the head or heart of their target accurately, and they are absolutely not merciful.

The proverbial guns kill people!

After a burst of rapid gunfire, they hid behind the tree trunk without any fuss, but as many as fifteen policemen on the opposite side closed their eyes forever.

Died peacefully...

The crisis was temporarily resolved. Song Hao blew off the white mist from the gun barrel with his mouth: "Guess what?"

"If there is time, we might be able to go back to Valentine and have a nice glass of whiskey now, if you are willing."

Arthur, who never liked being pretentious, first looked back at the end of the forest path, but seemed not to hear the gunfire coming from it.

That means Dutch and Micah should have successfully escaped.

I hope everyone in the Van der Linde Gang is as lucky...

"I promised you in advance that I've spent all my money on drinking, so don't expect me to treat you."

Song Hao listened to the continuous sound of horse hooves behind him without any fear: "It's okay for me to treat you, but there is one condition."

"Then guess which one is faster, your horse or my count."

The two grown men seemed to be playing a childish game, not caring about the wild dogs behind them.

At the same time, in the depths of this primeval forest, the screams of the Pinkerton detectives could be heard from time to time.

Quite miserable...

Someone unfortunately stepped on a bear trap hidden in the bushes. His ankle was soon covered in blood, and the bones could be vaguely seen.

Some people were knocked away by the falling logs and fell heavily to the ground. They suddenly found that there were many sharp wooden thorns piercing through their limbs.

Not to mention anything else, these insidious traps alone make many people have to live with a crutch for the rest of their lives.

"You shouldn't have caught up, right?"

At this second, both Sadie and John, who had stopped the carriage, were gasping for air at the same time. This was not an easy task.

Controlling the reins requires going around and around in the forest. If you are not careful, you may get lost.

Reina, who had been waiting for a long time, rode a silver fang and delivered a large carriage.

To be honest, the little angel's body shape is really suitable for girls to ride, and it won't look inappropriate.

Looking around, she found that there was no figure of Song Hao, and her expression suddenly became solemn.

"Where is Song Hao?"

Sadie, who knew what she was afraid of, couldn't help but smile: "Don't be afraid, our boss is not a fool and will not run out and die in vain."

"He should be staying with Arthur now."

As the mood spoiler, John coughed a few times to interrupt the chat. At the same time, Abigail ran from the other side of the hillside, seemingly uninjured.

Instead of caring about the safety of Song Hao, the Living King of Hell, they should move the goods to their carriage as soon as possible before Detective Pinkerton discovers this place.

After all, escaping from this hellish place is the most important thing!

"Huh?"

However, when John and Sadie picked up the entire box of moonshine or tobacco, they quickly noticed that something seemed wrong.

They wondered if they were hallucinations caused by their own insanity:

This fucking weight...

While looking in the direction she came from, Reina looked at the two stunned people: "Is there a problem?"

"I can't tell. It's not convenient to check here now. Let's go back to the villa."

The two of them had no choice but to calm down and began to move the goods in a hurry. They didn't notice a figure approaching quietly.

He swallowed and tried to aim his pistol at John's head, trying to shoot him again from a closer distance.

So by the time Reina realized the danger, it seemed that it was already too late.

"Be careful!"

With a crisp gunshot, the person who fell was not John, but the Pinkerton detective who had groped over.

A somewhat startled John lit his cigarette and gave a thumbs up to a hidden corner to express his approval.

"Brother, well done!"

As for Aaron, who was lying in the grass, he took a deep breath and continued to adjust the scope. His mission was to clear up any potential crises.
Chapter completed!