Indeed, "Sand Fox" Clementine did not expect that he would come this far.

There was gunfire everywhere outside, and there was no telling who was hitting whom.

And all of this was caused by the order he gave to imprison the Nightblade.

In the middle of the night, the storage house where the goods were originally stored was attacked, and a fierce gun battle immediately broke out in the already heavily defended place.

You must know that the storage house is guarded by eight people in three shifts, and it is absolutely easy to defend and difficult to attack.

When the battle began, Clementine still looked disdainful, and the dog jumped over the wall in a hurry? That doesn't matter.

At that moment, he sent all the thugs stationed on the first floor, there were twenty-two people, to deal with just three hunters, presumably with a hand.

Half an hour later, his face turned extremely pale.

There were gunshots everywhere, no one knew who was fighting them, and if it was just three people, it would never have been the way they were.

The caravan and passing travelers immediately fled into the valley, and now only the mentally retarded joined the battle.

That is, in the entire oasis, only his men and invaders.

It was only when his men reported that there had been heavy losses outside, and that more than a dozen brothers had been lost, that Clementine realized the gravity of the situation.

He grabbed his pistol and walked downstairs.

The hunter had been locked up in a cell on the second floor, where his most elite little brother had his handles, and he wasn't too worried about the guys coming in.

"Your friend is very bold!" Grabbing Nightblade by the collar, he held his pistol to his throat.

"Huh......... I felt that I was you, so I chose to lay down my arms and negotiate. Nightblade's eyes stared directly at Clementine, not too flustered.

"Do you really think I won't dare to kill you?!" Click! The firing pin is pulled open, and the finger is hooked to the second clip.

With a smile on his lips, Nightblade smiled: "Of course you dare, but it's a pity that your life is worth more than mine, isn't it?" Fool, you shouldn't provoke him, why did we go with him? Because he was born to be the boss. ”

Clementine's face turned pale all of a sudden, and Nightblade spoke to his sore spots.

In the past ten years of occupying the oasis, his team has expanded from a small eight people to more than two hundred now.

What's even more powerful is that now he controls the trade road of this river valley, and he has endless wealth every day!

All the passing merchants had to pay money, plus supplies, manpower, and guards, and he could earn a lot of silver every day.

The ease of life made his ambitions long gone.

When he was young, the sand fox was a ghost roaming the desert, and the most powerful hunters and caravans gave a thumbs up at the mention of this name.

But what about now? Others are still afraid of him, but they are not afraid of "Shahu", but afraid of the guns in the hands of his people.

Accustomed to enjoyment, Clementine never wandered in the desert again, and his daily job was to sit on his carved chair and be the boss.

Ten years ago, he could fight thirty people for one woman, and now? Will he still be able to handle a gun?

Maybe he could have stoned thirty people to death with money, but the gun couldn't do it......

The expression on his face changed continuously, unwilling, hideous, and hesitant, and in the end he still didn't shoot.

"Let your friends surrender, and I'll let you go." This is his biggest concession, in the case of saving his face.

"Huh." Nightblade's expression is very straightforward, you are dreaming.

"I don't think so, and they're not in the habit of surrendering." Nightblade sat down on the ground for a long time, and said in his mouth.

"What the!" Walking a few steps to the cage, Clementine pressed his pistol to Nightblade's forehead.

Nightblade just looked at him coldly, but his mouth was saying, "Did you hear the gunshot?" You'd better shoot before the gunfire is over. ”

The gunfire was closing in on the presidential suite, and it was clear that his little brother was almost dead.

"Don't you want to know where your goods have gone? Think about it, sixteen people, all by him, or during the day. ”

"How many lives does your little brother have? Or at night. Nightblade kept saying that he was pushing Clementine.

"Shoot, I don't care, anyway, my brother will send you to see me immediately, and we can take a companion and walk the Yellow Springs Road."

Clementine's face became more and more distorted, cold sweat broke out on his cheeks, and the gun in his hand trembled.

His fingers slowly tightened, and he ordered, "Mentai, you take someone to block those guys, I'll kill him first, and then let's get out of the valley!" ”

The burly man known as Mentai took a rifle from the gun rack and waved his hand, "Go!" You hear the boss's orders! ”

All the younger brothers on the second floor followed Mentai downstairs.

Only Clementine's two guards remained.

"Pray, boy, I'll give you ten seconds to confess to your god and then eat the gun." Clementine's voice was low, but he gritted his teeth.

"I still have more than 200 brothers outside, so what about leaving? Tomorrow at dawn, I'm going to pay tribute to my dead brother with your damned friend! ”

Nightblade's face could still be smiling: "Okay, anyway, you ran away with your tail between your legs, and the entire caravan in the oasis knows about it, and you have the ability to kill them all." ”

"Besides, I don't believe in God, you can shoot." As he spoke, he tilted his head to look out the window and counted.

"Three, two, one." The numbers are counted.

Clementine looked out the window in bewilderment, and then he flew out.

Barrett's bullet hit him in the neck with precision, shattering his cervical vertebrae.

Even if a person is shot through the heart, he can still hold on for three to ten seconds, but if his spine is broken, he will immediately lose his mobility, even if he can't even hook his fingers.

Clementine didn't know until he died, Barrett had been outside the window, and the fight outside was hot, and it was just Jason and Ace shooting randomly in the storage place.

The people around here have long since died, and it was Barrett's short knife that killed them.

As soon as Mentai and the others left the second floor, Barrett picked up the tattered floor slab on the second floor.

As long as you know where the enemy is, what is the difference between dozens of people and hundreds of people in the same person?

Unless Clementine wraps himself in a human wall, it's all a result.

The pistol was pointed at the only two guards, and Barrett's voice was not too loud: "Key, don't let me say too much. ”

The guard hurriedly handed over the key and fell to his knees on the ground.

The boss is already dead, revenge? Only a fool would do that.

Opening the cell, Barrett said, "You're calm. ”

Nightblade shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I said I was scared to pee, do you believe it?" So I sat down on the ground. ”

When I stood up, there was a puddle of water on the ground.

"It's a pity he didn't see it." Barrett slipped Clementine's body towards the window.

Poof!

Like a broken sack, Clementine fell to the ground, the torches around him flickered with firelight, and the gentleman's dress that Clementine was wearing was very conspicuous.

There was a gasp around them.

The merchants in the valley saw it, the hunters saw it, and even Mentai saw it.

The gunfire gradually stopped, and no one spoke.

As if had been discussed in advance, everyone dispersed, and the merchants withdrew from the valley overnight and fled to the east.

The reason is simple, without a leader, this place is destined to be chaotic and fighting each other.

Until the next leader is chosen.

And Mentai and they are more acquainted, take the opportunity to win over people, tomorrow morning, this is the new battlefield!

Except for the bar owner, who was still counting his accounts, it didn't matter who was the boss here, the result was the same.

Barrett looked at the crowd that had already run away, a little puzzled.

"They just withdrew?" Although he knew that the battle would end soon, he didn't expect that there would not even be a little brother who avenged Clementine.

"Why don't you stay here? Taking advantage of the fact that the news has not spread outside, it is true to attract people to come back, and whoever comes back first will have the greatest capital. "Nightblade is no stranger to such things, this desert is quite stable, there are countless bandits grabbing control of the port by the sea, and those who can sit for half a year are awesome.

Nodding, Barrett didn't continue to ask anything.

Walking up to the third floor, Barrett sat in a chair at the desk and looked at the pokers scattered on the table.

Three poker cards, two black kings, and one red one.

"What is this for?" Barrett looked at it with interest.

"Gamble your life. Flip to the red one to save your life. Nightblade found a replacement pair of pants to put on, then hand-washed the three cards.

At this time, Jason walked up with a torch.

"You two are really idle, you almost were blown up in the sky, you know?" Throwing a extinguished fire twist on the table, Jason exclaimed.

One of the two guards who fled did not leave immediately, but secretly ran to the floor below and lit the pre-ambushed explosives.

This is also one of Clementine's back-ups, withdraw first, light the explosives, and come back tomorrow to collect their bodies.

In fact, Barrett had already sensed it, but Jason had already discovered the explosives, and he didn't bother to bother.

After all, there is no sense of danger.

"Draw one." Nightblade gestured, pointing to the three cards of poker.

Jason glanced at him, didn't say anything, and pulled one casually.

King of hearts.

"If it's dark." As he spoke, Nightblade pointed his pistol at Jason and made a gesture of shooting.

"Lao Tzu's luck is red every time." Hehe, smiling, Jason was looking around for something.

"Don't look for it, his money isn't here." Barrett shook his head.

On the way here, he tortured Clementine's men, and the old fox carried the money away every time, and there was nothing here.

Sniffing around, Jason opened a cabinet and pulled a bag out of it.

When I opened the bag, it was all silver coins.

"I'll just say, this old guy can't all be taken away, and today's people should at least be here." He laughed, playing with the silver coins with his hands.

"A dozen gold coins." Weighing it for a moment, Nightblade said.

"Is this a day's income?" If it's a day's income, then Clementine's money is good.

"Not all, he has other income, such as caravan escorts, or black food." Indeed, these are all incomes on the surface.

If it was the caravan in the afternoon, it would almost catch up with a month's income, which is why Clementine was in such a hurry to find the whereabouts of the goods.

"This old dog has been making money for more than ten years, and he hasn't found his nest, which is a bit of a loss." Jason said in pain. As he spoke, he tied the money bag to his back.

"We'll leave tomorrow morning at dawn, what are you doing in such a hurry?" Nightblade asked, is this cargo ready to go on a night trip?

"Sleep with money, I sleep soundly." Jason muttered, walked over to the base of the wall and lay down.

"Damn, what a money glut!" He cursed and kicked him, and Nightblade lay down against him.

Ace crouched at the window, looking in the direction of the entrance to the valley.

"You can sleep too." Barrett said a word, only to see her shake her head.

"You stayed up all night last night, and I'm here to keep vigil." Ace said firmly.

"............" was silent for a moment, Barrett nodded, and he also walked to the wall and lay down.

"You really don't want to be the boss here?" Nightblade asked, looking at the torch's glow.

Barrett killed Clementine, and as long as he stays in the Oasis, then he is the boss here.

Of course, if those who are not convinced want to challenge him, he must also fight.

After convincing everyone, he is the rightful king here.

"Not interested." Barrett wasn't interested in this kind of life at all,

Nodding, Nightblade didn't ask anything more, but confirmed what he was thinking.

"What about you?" Barrett asked rhetorically.

Nightblade froze for a moment, then shook his head and smiled, "I don't have that life, besides, I don't want people to worry about it." ”

Indeed, once you sit in this position, everyone is eager for you to die.

That's why Mentai and they fled so decisively.

The boss is dead? They don't think of revenge, but of the opportunity.

Yes, there aren't so many opportunities to become the boss, and only when the boss dies can there be a new boss, right?

The nest has to be infamy, and now this kind of opportunity is a godsend.

Jason also expressed his opinion: "As long as Lao Tzu has money, it is absolutely impossible to do something stupid like being the boss." ”

Even if you are a king in a place where birds don't, it is better to find a town to sleep with a woman.

This is his life credo.

Money is nothing more than the currency of a sleeping woman.

"Huh." Barrett and Nightblade laughed, this guy has a wicked face, but he is so small, he really has such a face for nothing.

The next day, as soon as it was dawn, Barrett and the others packed up and ran away.

Always make room for the battlefield for others, don't get in the way here.

For the next seven days, there was not a single caravan stationed in the oasis until the next boss was chosen.

Of course, none of these things had anything to do with Barrett, who had already arrived in Dirdara.

No one traced the whereabouts of the goods anymore, not even Barrett and the others, no one provoked them anymore.

No one thinks their lives are long, do they?

Black-hearted hunter, this name is also gradually spreading in the desert.

It's these four people, who specialize in black and black!