On the grassland in the afternoon, two deafening gunshots suddenly rang out. Several white-tailed deer that were closer to the gunshots immediately raised their heads and looked toward the source of the gunshots, then turned and jumped away.

On the path to the north of the grassland, Brandy was riding on Jueying's back, holding her forehead, looking troubled.

In front of him, Micah was busy working vigorously. He climbed onto a freight carriage carrying fruits and vegetables parked in the middle of the road, and first lifted the two people who were sitting in the car, who were already dead at this time, from

He pushed off the carriage, then jumped off the carriage and started groping on the two people.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Brandy sighed and couldn't help but ask.

Micah took off a gold ring from the body and stuffed it into his pocket. He glanced at Brandy aside and said, "What else can you do? Didn't you say you need a carriage? Isn't that right?

Got it for you? Come on, don’t waste time, the other one is yours, let’s finish the search and leave. Who knows when a witness will show up.”

"Forget it, you should do this immoral thing yourself to the end," Brandy shook her head, rejected Micah's invitation, and said, "I don't quite understand, why do you insist on killing these two people?"

"Why? Isn't the reason not obvious?" Micah finished searching one corpse, walked around the car, squatted down and searched another one, and said, "You said you needed a carriage, and I got it for you.

One car, it’s that simple.”

"Do you have to kill people to get a carriage?" Brandi couldn't help but raise his voice, "I don't say you use robbery along the road to get the carriage. After all, this is the fastest way at present, but you can definitely combine these two

It’s okay to scare people away or, to the extreme, knock them unconscious, so why kill them?”

In terms of the number of killings alone, although Brandi has been around for a shorter time, he has already killed a lot of people. He can no longer be regarded as a kind person. However, he thinks that except for the time when he was making explosives, he killed nearly

Apart from the fact that the ten unsuspecting Cornish hired gunmen were a little unorthodox, the other people he killed were either gang members or cult members. In short, they were all evil people, and there was no point in killing them.

psychological burden.

However, those who suffered today were just two ordinary local residents. Although Micah fired the gun, Brandi still felt that his conscience had been greatly condemned, which is why he couldn't help it.

Accused Micah.

"Oh yo yo, our little bounty hunter is starting to defend the law?" Micah said sinisterly while laughing disgustingly.

"I just don't think it's necessary to kill people." Brandi said, ignoring the irony in Micah's words.

"It's not necessary?" Micah said after searching the second body and climbing on the carriage, "Do you know what we should be afraid of most? Targets capable of resisting? Police officers with live ammunition? None, my young man

Brother, what us desperadoes should fear the most is witnesses. No matter how fast you act when committing a crime, or how sophisticated your techniques are, as long as there is one person, only one person needs to notice, he will most likely go to the Sheriff to identify you.

You, I don’t need to say much about what’s going to happen next, I think you should know it well.”

Micah sat firmly on the carriage and continued: "As for what happened just now, if you let them go according to your idea, or knock them out, no matter what, they will probably go to town to report us. However,

A dead person will not open his mouth to tell the police that we robbed the carriage, so killing them is the best choice."

Having said this, he also pointed to the repeating rifles in the hands of the two dead men and said: "Besides, it's not like you didn't see it just now. These two people were aiming their rifles at me without me drawing my gun.

It's not that I'm fast, we both have to capsize in this gutter. In other words, I shot in self-defense. Killing in self-defense is completely reasonable and legal. How about it, moral guardian? What else do you want to say now?

of?"

Brandi really can't say anything now, because no matter what, what Micah said is the truth. No matter when, the facts can always speak louder than words, even if the various logics in it seem to be different from contemporary eyes.

There are huge problems, but in this era, those logics are damn correct, and Brandy has no reason, let alone the position, to criticize them.

After all, standing on the commanding heights of history to accuse and criticize the backward thinking of people at a certain historical point in the past is a more rogue act than standing on the commanding heights of morality and kidnapping others.

"It seems that my words have touched your soul," Micah said, holding the reins, "I still have a place here, do you want to come up?"

"No, I feel that the horseback is much more comfortable than the seat in the car now." Brandi rejected Micah's invitation and followed Micah towards the Watson cabin, thinking: "Although I'm sorry, but

That's all I can do now, two unknown gentlemen, if I meet your relatives in the future, I will make some compensation."

The two of them didn't spend much time before returning to the Watson cabin.

But this time, vague quarrels came from the wooden house.

"I don't know who is dumber, you, Ethan, Edgar, or Ezra!"

"Didn't I tell you, Mom? We will find you a new place. You can have whatever you want! We are not short of money..."

"I don't want a new place, I have everything here! How many times have I told you, Elijah? Shut your mouth, or I'll never let you open your mouth again!"

…

Outside the door, Micah listened to the quarrel in the room for a while and said to Brandi: "It sounds like the Watsons have arrived. I have already said that it is best to start early. It is difficult to deal with it now.

Tell me what to do."

"Even if we start earlier, other members of the Watson family will still come. This is not something we can change," Brandy pushed Micah on the back and said, "Go and say hello to them, you and

Aren’t they quite familiar with each other?”

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I've only heard of them, I'm not familiar with them, okay," Micah protested, "Also, why did you let me go?"

"Don't you know what will happen to me?" Brandy pushed Micah again and said, "Hurry up, don't wait too long."

"I'm really impressed by you," Micah said, avoiding Brandi's hand impatiently, "Next time this happens again, don't get involved with me."

Micah stepped closer to the wooden house, and the quarrels in the house gradually subsided.

"Is Grandma Watson here?" Micah knocked on the door roughly and shouted.

Before he could react, the door of the wooden house was suddenly violently knocked open from the inside. Micah was unable to dodge and was knocked to the ground.

Almost at the same time, Grandma Watson's shout came from the wooden house: "It's him, it must be him! Children, kill him!"

A burly man with an unshaven beard rushed out of the house holding a repeating rifle, aiming the gun at Micah's head.

Suddenly, he groaned in pain, and the gun slipped from his hand. His hand covered his abdomen that was gradually stained red with blood, and he slowly retreated.

Micah raised the revolver and shot the swaying big man in the head at the right time. The big man immediately stiffened and fell to the ground like a stone sculpture that had lost its base.

"No! My child!" came the old lady's pig-killing cry from inside the house, "Kill this bastard! I want to pee on his bloody corpse!"

Micah took a closer look and saw three strong figures in the room, one after another, rushing toward him with guns in hand. They immediately rolled down the steps. It was a trivial matter to be embarrassed. If they were restrained by these guys, their fate would be worse than that of the old woman.

Even worse.

Brandy also pulled out his revolver at this time and shot at the guys who obviously didn't want to talk.

Brandy knew that if he faced these gunmen alone in his current state, it would take a lot of effort, but now, with Micah attracting their hatred, he fired cold shots from behind, and even

It creates a relaxed and freehand feeling.

It only took less than half a minute for the remaining three big men to be thrown to the ground by Micah and Brandy. Micah had both guns in his hands and a sinister smile on his face. He was obviously really angry.

I wanted to break into the house and pull out the old woman, but unexpectedly Grandma Watson suddenly ran out of the house and knocked Micah aside. She herself was cursing and heading towards the gunman without looking back.

The donkey ran away, howling in fright.

"You old guy, you want to run away?" Micah got up from the ground with a grin, raised his gun and wanted to shoot.

Suddenly, a stone hit his wrist. Micah felt pain, his hand loosened, and the gun fell to the ground.

"What are you doing?" Micah looked at Brandi angrily.

Brandi had already taken out the noose and said: "Keep alive."

Grandma Watson looked old and had difficulty moving, but when she really ran away, she was still very fast. Just when Micah and Brandi had a brief argument, she had already run to the donkey.

, hurriedly climbed onto the donkey's back, forgetting to even tie the reins to the fence.

Just as she was busy dealing with the damn reins, Brandi's lasso also arrived. In fact, without the problem of the reins, Grandma Watson would not have been able to escape, because Brandi had already locked her, and even

I have already made some preparations to mount the horse and give chase.

The noose tightly wrapped around Grandma Watson's neck, and with the strength of the donkey's struggle under the old lady's body, Grandma Watson was pulled off the horse without much effort.

Originally, Brandi was worried that this might break Grandma Watson's neck, but when she heard Grandma Watson lying on the ground still yelling and cursing at the top of her lungs, Brandi gave up her worry.

"You villains! Devils!" Grandma Watson was rolling and struggling on the ground while cursing viciously, "How dare you do such a thing! I will twist your heads off!"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't get excited, grandma," at this time, a familiar young face appeared in Grandma Watson's field of vision, "we still have some things we want to talk to you about, but before that, I think we

Let's move to a more comfortable place first." After saying that, Grandma Watson felt like the world was spinning. When she reacted, she found that she was being carried on someone's shoulders, towards the wooden house where her son's body lay.

Go.

In the wooden house, Grandma Watson was lying on her deck chair, her hands and feet were all tied with tough ropes. The body in the house had been moved out, and the two culprits were sitting and standing opposite her, staring at her.

She had an expressionless face, as if nothing had happened just now.

"You damn bastards!" Grandma Watson was still typing, "You can ask any questions you want, but I won't tell you a word!"

"Oh? Really?" Brandi smiled and looked at the sullen old woman in front of her, "Are you sure you won't say anything?"

Grandma Watson said nothing and turned her head, looking like she would rather die than surrender.

Brandy deliberately made a troubled expression and said, "This old lady seems to be uncooperative. What should I do?"

"Simple, just make her unable to refuse." Micah gestured to Brandy to move Grandma Watson to the door, while he turned around and walked out of the house with a calm expression.

Brandy looked at Grandma Watson with a little pity, and without saying anything, she moved the old lady and the recliner she was sitting on to the door of the wooden house.

"Hey! Old thing!" At this time, Micah stood next to the pile of corpses piled up by the bodies of Grandma Watson's four sons, holding an unlit Molotov cocktail, shaking it, and shouted, "Know me

What’s on your hand?”

Even if Grandma Watson has some problems with her eyesight, she can still guess what the bottle-shaped object in her eyes is.

This chapter is not over yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "You bastard! What do you want to do? Put that thing down!" Her voice was trembling.
To be continued...