Before dinner was cooked, Song Hao finally told the whole story to everyone in the Wildfire Gang.

He only felt that his lips were dry and he drank a whole glass of whiskey in one breath.

Everyone's expressions changed from shocked at the beginning, to serious, until finally lifeless.

Having been in the West for many years, they all undoubtedly understand what Dutch being imprisoned in the prison in Saint-Denis means:

Inescapable death!

After all, he was the leader of the gang in the past, and he was like a father to John, so he naturally felt very uncomfortable.

Thinking back to the time when I was twelve years old, I was forced to live on the streets as an orphan and could only make a living by stealing and begging.

It was Dutch who extended a helping hand and expressed his willingness to take him in, and it was he who taught John how to survive in the Wild West.

The so-called cowboy rules!

Suddenly, the crisp sound of ice cubes clashing in the wine glass woke him up from his memories.

"This is the current situation. I guess Micah took away a whole box of banknotes and is now hiding in an unknown corner."

A flash of light flashed in Song Hao's eyes: "I'm afraid it won't be long before he will find a way to escape from the United States by boat."

"Then he goes to any country in the world, remains anonymous, and has enough money to live a prosperous life."

This is an obvious result, but any smart person knows what to do.

I will never sit around in the western United States, waiting for others to come to my door and cum hard in my ass.

Getting away quickly is the right thing to do.

Aaron put down the bread in his hand and licked his lips with his tongue and murmured: "Boss, if we can catch him, wouldn't it mean that more than 100,000 US dollars would be wasted?"

Song Hao didn't understand this rookie's brain circuit: "Only if you can catch him..."

"Rat is not something you can encounter casually on the street. It often hides in dark sewer pipes."

During the conversation, John, who was sitting across the dining table, looked completely absent-minded.

He randomly stirred the pasta on the plate with a fork, and this strange behavior naturally did not escape the notice of Song Hao and even the others.

What else can be done?

This man must have something on his mind!

As the gang boss, Song Hao knew he had to stand up: "John, I know what you are thinking."

"But I need you to understand that no matter what relationship Dutch had with you or what relationship the Van der Linde Gang had, they have nothing to do with you now."

"Your task is to go to Strawberry Town with me tomorrow morning to hand over the tobacco to the buyer, and then we will come back and have a drink happily."

These words may sound a bit cold-blooded.

However, the situation is here and there is nothing they can do:

"Brother, you must learn to let go and start over!"

At this second, John, who had a complicated expression, did not speak, claiming that he stayed up late last night and was on the road, and now it was necessary to go back to the room to rest for a while.

Song Hao, who clenched his chin, did not stop him, knowing that he needed to give this sad man some buffering time.

After all, his identity is no longer John Marston of the Van der Linde Gang, but John Marston of the Wildfire Gang.

He should know his position!

Time passes quickly, and women can't think of any interesting topics, or they don't want to talk about interesting topics.

The atmosphere is terrifyingly solemn.

By the time it reaches ten o'clock in the night, most people have finished their work and gone back to their rooms to rest.

A faint light flickered, and only Song Hao remained in the living room, lighting a candle, and seemed to be checking something.

The figure is reflected on the wall, shaking back and forth.

The next second, with the sound of slight footsteps, he couldn't help but reveal an incredible smile:

"Abigail, I know it's you. There's no need to keep silent. If you have anything to say, you can just say it directly."

Abigail found that there was no way to avoid the other party's insight and had no choice but to walk out.

She bit her red lips with her teeth and grabbed the corners of her clothes with her hands, her expression looking very tangled.

A man and a woman, in the dead of night, Song Hao didn't want to cause any misunderstanding.

He first put away the map on the desktop, and at the same time bent down and sat on the chair opposite the sofa.

As for the soft seats, they are naturally reserved for ladies.

"Well...there is something I want to discuss with you..."

Abigail hesitated for a long time, barely able to hold back such a sentence.

An expected opening.

Song Hao didn't even need to rack his brains to think too much, he could guess the other party's thoughts at a glance: "You want me to save Dutch, or help the Van der Linde gang, right?"

After that, he picked up the brandy on the table and took a sip, his expression still as indifferent as ever.

Frowning, Abigail really couldn't tell what he was thinking in his heart, and she didn't know whether he was happy or angry.

So he swallowed and had no choice but to say: "Song Hao, Daqi is not a bad person. He has helped us before."

"Sadie, John, Arthur, and many, many others. I think they are just like you."

"Maybe deep down in his heart, he is also trying to give us all a warm home."

This statement is not false, it can be regarded as Abigail’s true feelings.

Although he lives in the Van der Linde gang, he is often surrounded by gunfire and blood, and he lives a rough and shabby life all day long.

But what she has never been able to deny is that it once gave her the warmth and care she longed for...

After hearing such words, Song Hao didn't hesitate at all and interrupted directly: "I'm sorry, I can't do it, Abigail."

Someone slowly widened his eyes, looking very disappointed.

Taking a deep breath, Song Hao stared at the ice cubes in the wine glass: "You know, I am not alone now. I have not only you behind me, but also the entire Wildfire Gang."

"So as the leader of the gang, I am the symbol and umbrella of this big family."

"There's no way I could rashly involve everyone in a dead end for an unrelated guy, right?"

A burning candle on the table suddenly went out. Abigail was speechless, and she naturally understood this simple and easy-to-understand truth.

She didn't want to run to sleep tonight, she just held on to the slightest hope and prayer.

After all, whoever it is, I'm afraid he wouldn't want to see his husband, Jack's father, depressed from now on.

God, she knows what John's character is like, and she also knows that he will never be able to let go...

On the other hand, Song Hao was in a completely different mood:

To put it another way, this is a fucking suicide show!

Although the specific situation is not yet clear, it can be seen from the road distribution on the map and the gossip I learned.

There are at least close to a hundred police officers in Saint-Denis. They patrol every corner of the city all day long and are equipped with sophisticated equipment.

If your behavior is even slightly out of the ordinary, you will be fired and warned immediately. In serious cases, you will be arrested on the spot and put in jail.

Even say something unpleasant:
Chapter completed!