The cigarette butt was extinguished on the surface of the wooden pile, leaving a deep black mark soon.

Song Hao felt his throat was a little itchy, guessing that it might be the accumulation of phlegm caused by chewing too much tobacco recently.

He had no choice but to cough a few times: "Without further ado, I have learned from Arthur about the disappearance of your gang leader, Dutch Van der Linde."

"I deeply regret this..."

"At the same time, I also know that there is a fucking rat in your gang who is maliciously slandering me. It doesn't matter anyway. I will settle accounts with him sooner or later."

Micah Bell?

Sorry, this disgusting name has already been put on my death list, it is certain.

It seems that I still remember the guy who was on the list, he should have become fertilizer for vegetation long ago...

In a daze, his cold and stern eyes flashed across the faces of every gang member present without any pause.

But the ferocity revealed in it can't help but make people's hair stand on end.

Hosea didn't want to see the atmosphere so tense, so he simply gave in: "What you say about Micah is a matter within our Van der Linde gang."

"When the truth comes out, if he really deliberately framed you, believe me, we will find a way to deal with it without you even having to do it yourself."

"Guaranteed to give you a satisfactory result!"

Since the words have come to this point, Song Hao will temporarily slow down his tone:

"I hope you can keep your word. We are all men after all. Don't do one thing to your face and another behind your back."

I had no choice but to consider Arthur's face and that's why I was willing to go all the way to this damn Iron Lake.

What’s the result?

When we first met, each one of them held a gun, and looked at you with resentment, as if I owe you money, wanting to rush up and bite you like crazy.

Who the hell can stand this kind of anger?

At the same time, a pretty lady came forward with two glasses of whiskey in her hands.

It looks like it was prepared in advance:

"Drink this glass of wine. I hope we can have a good talk and there is no need for results that no one wants to see happen."

"Otherwise, both sides will lose, and only the police and bounty hunters will benefit, right?"

Song Hao naturally understood this truth and stopped talking nonsense.

He first suggested exchanging cups with Hosea, waited until he watched the other person finish the cup, and then raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

After all, when going out, vigilance is essential:

"After all, I'm curious about a question now, where is the bastard Micah?"

At this time, Hosea, who put down the cup, was slightly stunned, and suddenly realized a serious question:

By the way, why didn’t Micah come?

He has clearly informed everyone in the gang that today is an important day and he should not be absent.

He looked around with confused eyes until Karen Jones stood up and said: "I remembered."

"Micah seemed to say last night that he was responsible for Dutch's disappearance. He should have blocked the bullet at that time, so he returned to the fir forest alone."

After receiving such an answer, everyone looked at each other in shock, seemingly unaware of this situation.

Song Hao couldn't help but joked: "It's really amazing. This is the first time I've seen an opera performance. The protagonist didn't appear..."

The irony in these words is obvious.

Hosea, who felt embarrassed, took a deep breath and hurriedly urged: "Charles, please go and call Micah back."

"Got it!"

As a result, just when Charles was about to walk towards his mount, he was suddenly stopped by a voice.

Song Hao, who was sitting in the middle, murmured: "Don't waste your efforts, that bastard must have escaped long ago, and the idiot will wait for you to bite his ass."

"And if it were me, you wouldn't even be able to see my shadow..."

At this second, everyone in the Van der Linde Gang looked confused.

Arthur, who couldn't stand it anymore, simply stepped forward and said, "Damn it, don't you understand?"

"Micah, it's all of us he framed!"

Finding that Arthur was a little excited, Hosea was not originally prepared to let him speak in this conversation.

Considering that the two are friends, there may be intentional favoritism:

"Arthur, you need to control..."

However, the second half of Hosea's words had just reached his throat when a panting figure ran over not far away.

He walked through the woods, his cheeks showing a dark blush, presumably from too long exposure to the sun.

Song Hao couldn't help but guess that he was Mexican.

"Javier?"

"Arthur?"

Although he didn't know what was going on, he still nimbly turned over and dismounted, shouting loudly: "I have news about Dutch!"

This short sentence is undoubtedly like a depth bomb falling into everyone's heart.

Explode instantly!

Because most people thought Dutch van der Linde, their former gang leader, was dead!

As for gathering here today, I just want to settle accounts with the man in front of me...

Hosea, who has been Dutch's friend for many years, stood up for the first time: "Where is he?"

Everyone in the Van der Linde gang held their breath, for fear of hearing some bad news.

On the other hand, Bill's face was very ferocious. It may have been the slap on his thigh that he had just gotten excited about, which caused the wound on his thigh to open.

Javier took a few deep breaths and finally explained: "Dutch seems to be imprisoned in the prison in Saint Denis."

"I also heard some news that the police are planning to hang him in public in the square in five days."

The atmosphere suddenly became silent.

Of course, this is good news. After all, Dutch is at least alive and not shot to death as Micah said.

But it is also bad news, because the place where he is is a hell on earth that all criminals fear.

Saint Denis!

As the police headquarters of the western United States today, it is a well-deserved emerging city. It is not like a livestock town like Valentine, or the distant Strawberry Town.

It represents absolute armed rule!

You must know that just one town of Blackwater could almost bring the Van der Linde Gang to extinction.

Now we need to face such a BOSS...

Are you fucking kidding me?

At this moment, as an outsider, Song Hao pretended to cough a few times: "Everyone, it seems that the result is obvious, Micah is the murderer behind the scenes."

"It was Detective Pinkerton who he contacted to guard us, and it was he who personally put your boss in his mouth."

"Damn bastard, what will happen in the end?"

He couldn't help but laugh at himself: "I took the money and ran away a long time ago, but you are still huddled here questioning me!"

A joke, just a joke.

Someone was really upset after hearing this, thinking that this was their own territory.

Bill, who was so angry, was about to use a gun to teach the extremely arrogant guy in front of him a lesson:

"Shut the hell up!"

"Bill..."

There was a strong smell of gunpowder, and Arthur hurriedly spoke to stop it, but in the end he was a step too late.

Because he had not yet grasped the shotgun firmly, as a flash of fire flashed before his eyes, his body lost its center of gravity and fell to the ground.

The speed is so fast that it is almost impossible to see clearly with the naked eye.

Then under everyone's gaze, Song Hao was like a soul-stirring God of Death, saying word by word:

"I would like to advise everyone... my patience has its limits!"
Chapter completed!