"It seems you are not an old fool," Micah chuckled, looking harmless, but he said words that sounded extremely cruel and evil to Grandma Watson, "Listen up, old guy,

If you insist on not answering our questions, your dear sons will turn into humanoid charcoal one by one in your eyes."

"Oh, believe me, ma'am, you definitely don't want to see that scene," Brandi whispered in Grandma Watson's ear at the right time, "but don't worry, my friend is very good at cremating corpses.

A good hand, I guarantee that your sons will be crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the fragrance will spread far and wide, and your gray wolves, grizzly bears, and mountain lion neighbors will never want to leave."

What he saw with his eyes and heard with his ears gradually shook the psychological defense of this sixty-year-old man, and his eyes showed fear.

"Make a decision quickly," Brandy's voice floated like a ghost, "This friend of mine has no patience."

"Still don't want to say it?" At this time, Micah took out the matchbox from his pocket, slowly struck a match, and slowly lit the piece of cloth used as the fuse at the mouth of the Molotov cocktail, and said, "You still have three seconds to do it.

You have a choice, old man. Just imagine the scene of your son bursting into flames. It will be unforgettable, won't it? And you have the chance to see it four times in a row. I think you'd better keep your mouth shut.

, because the opportunity is rare.”

"Three." Micah began to count down slowly.

"Two." Micah kicked a corpse aside with his foot to distinguish it from other corpses.

"One." Micah raised the Molotov cocktail and prepared to smash it on the strong corpse.

"Wait!" Grandma Watson finally screamed, "Stop, don't do this, please, for the sake of God, I will tell you whatever you ask."

"Tsk," Micah glanced at the old lady with some disappointment, extinguished the burning cloth at the mouth of the Molotov cocktail, and said, "What a pity, isn't it?"

"I'm glad you made the right choice, madam," Brandy said with a smile, "Then how about we go back to the house to talk in detail?"

The sun gradually set in the west, and in the wooden house, the three of them were sitting as before.

"Okay, Mrs. Watson, I think now we can finally sit down and talk." Brandi looked pleasant, as if the previous series of atrocities had nothing to do with him.

Grandma Watson said nothing, but looked at the two men in front of her with hatred.

"First of all," Brandy took out a Browning M1900 from his pocket and said, "Where did you get this?"

"We have our own news network, young man," Grandma Watson said with a pout. "There is no news in this area that we don't know."

"I know, I've heard some things about you, but this is not what we want to know," Brandy put the pistol back in his trouser pocket and said, "I'll ask more accurately, this, and what's in your basement

Were those new firearms robbed near Camp Riggs three or four days ago?"

Grandma Watson was a little surprised: "How do you know so much?"

"Because it's our product, you old bitch," Micah said angrily, "If it weren't for you, I should be enjoying wine and women in Strawberry Town right now. Just for this reason, I

It’s time to burn all five of your family on fire.”

"Calm down, Micah," Brandy interrupted Micah's complaint, and then asked Grandma Watson, "I don't think there's any way for your boys to take these things down.

In other words, you must have partners, can you tell us who they are and where they are now?"

"I have to say, young man, you have the wisdom of the devil." Grandma Watson looked at Brandy with a little more fear in her eyes. She swallowed subconsciously and said, "You are right.

, we do have partners, they are a group of Irishmen, it is said that they once had a great reputation in New Austin and Blackwater Town, but in recent years it seems that they are mainly in the prairie of New Hanover and the mountains of Ambarino

Not long ago, they came to the vicinity of Strawberry Town and occupied the largest ranch in the area, the Drooping Dog Ranch, and visited us to seek cooperation."

"We agreed to their invitation to cooperate. From then on, we were responsible for providing them with valuable targets, and they were responsible for robbing them. What we got was divided into three and seven. We took three and they took seven. This kind of work has been done for ten

I have done it many times, and this trip is the latest one."

After saying this, Grandma Watson seemed to have been relieved of a heavy burden, panting heavily, and her back was soaked with cold sweat. Thinking about it, those Irish people must have left a deep impression on her.

"Irish people? Drooping Dog Ranch?" Brandi was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, "Ha, that's right. Apart from them, there seems to be no one else."

"You seem to already know something." Micah looked at Brandi.

"It's our old friend, O'Driscoe," Brandy stood up and said, "He was active in New Austin and Blackwater Town, had a strong fighting capacity, or he was working with the Irish, who else could it be besides them?

"

"Are they strong in combat?" Micah wondered.

"Don't compare ourselves with them. In the eyes of ordinary people, they are still very powerful," Brandi said as he walked into the back room, "Come and help, there are a lot of good things down there, don't take advantage of them."

This is an opportunity to make some money. If you want it later, you will have to spend money."

In the contract that Hosea signed with the owner of the gun shop, there was such a clause that when gang members went to the shop to replenish guns and ammunition, they only had to pay the cost price. Although the shop did not make any money from the gang, the gang members still had to pay after all.

So Micah didn't hesitate and immediately ran to help carry weapons and ammunition.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! It took more than half an hour to load all the guns in the basement onto the freight carriage that was originally used to transport fruits and vegetables, and the cloth

Randy and Micah also got a new set of equipment and enough matching bullets for themselves.

However, due to personal preferences, Brandi did not choose the Borchardt C93, which looked weird to him, while Micah did not choose the bulky Mauser C96, but neither of them let go of the Browning M1900.

Obviously, neither Micah, who evaluates the gun from its practicality, nor Brandi, who views it from a historical perspective, will turn a blind eye to it.

"It's really rewarding. If it weren't for the fact that these are goods that are used to make money, I would have wanted to directly pull him back into the gang. Dutch would be very satisfied with such a big gift," Micah said as he handed over the last wooden box.

He loaded onto the carriage, clapped his hands and said, "By the way, what should I do with this old guy?"

"She? She's useless," Brandi glanced at the old lady in the room and said, "There's no need to care about her, let her fend for herself, because she has paid enough for this batch of goods.

Already."

"Okay, I'll listen to you," Micah said with a cold smile, "If it were me, I wouldn't let her end badly."

"Hey, did you hear that, old man?" Micah climbed onto the carriage and shouted to Grandma Watson, who was still tied up in the house, "Just look at the bloody faces of your damn sons,

Sleeping next to your son's body will definitely give you a different feeling, enjoy it! Hahahaha..."

As the sunset gradually grew, a carriage and two horses moved forward along the road dyed orange-red by the sunset, heading towards the beautiful town not far to the south.

The glow gradually faded away, night fell, and the grasslands and forests also fell into darkness. Only the pasture called "Puying Dog" located between the grasslands and forests still had a few lights.

In the pasture, a group of slovenly-dressed cowboys wearing green scarves or green vests surrounded an old lady with a stooped figure and sweaty face, listening to her words expressionlessly.

"You mean, because of the previous vote, two people came to our door to cause trouble for us, right?" Among the slovenly cowboys, a fat man with a big beard spoke with a thick Irish accent.

asked in English.

"It's absolutely true." The light of the oil lamp flickered, reflecting Grandma Watson's face. No one knew how an old man of her age broke free from the shackles of the rope and came here, but she looked tired and sweaty, as well as the signs on her wrists.

The faintly visible red and purple blood stains must have gone through unimaginable hardships to get here.

"So you told them about us?" Another voice sounded, with a little anger.

"This is betrayal. You violated the agreement you made with us."

"You should be very clear about the consequences of betrayal, right? Do you want to reunite with your child as soon as possible by sending him to your door like this?"

The cowboys surrounding the old man started to attack one after another, as if they would not stop until the old man was reduced to ashes.

"Okay," at this time, the fat Irishman who spoke at the beginning spoke again, and the other cowboys around him immediately shut up. The Irishman waved his hand and said, "Butch, go and arrange a place for her.

As for those people who are looking for trouble..."

He thought for a while, casually named two people, and said: "The others will leave first, Finn and Liam, come here, I have a new task for you, and you may have to work hard later, because

You have to go to Strawberry Town overnight."
Chapter completed!