"Whew-"

Half of his neck was severed by the sharp blade of the Boi Knife, and with a thud, blood gushed out several meters away, splashing on the wall, and the ink-like blood stains exuded a strong smell of blood. It was immediately muffled by the smell of earth and the disgusting smell of cow and horse feces.

"Ho Ho Ho ......"

The gunman roared weakly like a rooster with a throat cut, his whole body convulsed and struggled vigorously, his hands scratching and shaking one by one, and bright red blood foam splattered from his throat, mouth, and nose.

"Damn it!"

Jacob grabbed the gunman's head and twisted it hard, and there was a crunch as the gunman finally fell silent. He flicked his sleeves and rubbed his hands against the gunman's greasy, disgusting trench coat, rubbing the blood off his hands as they spilled haphazardly.

"Damn it, I shouldn't have carried this Boi knife!"

Looking at the Boi knife more than forty centimeters long in his hand, Jacob patted his head depressedly. This Boi knife is rough and domineering, very suitable for fighting, survival in the wild, just used to touch the whistle is not as convenient as a dagger.

Feel the whistle.

The most important thing is to be quiet.

Bloody hula like Jacob's now is the most undesirable thing, like the murder scene.

The hissing of the trachea, the strong smell of blood, the struggle of the enemy, if it had been in the silence of the night, or if he had a gun in his hand, Jacob would have been exposed.

"Forget it!

Squinting at the sky, the sun was about to rise to its peak, and it would be twelve o'clock at noon in a while.

If it weren't for the fact that the wind swept through the yellow sand and the sky was like a heavy haze, Jacob would not have decided to sneak into the Bronk. After all, Bronk is only a small town of more than 300 people, and there are not many buildings, scattered on both sides of the north and south avenues, and when the weather is good, standing on the roof of the building, you can see the movement of the whole town at a glance.

Lifting the large backpack containing the incendiary tear gas bombs, Jacob cautiously moved in the direction of the church. Keeping an eye on the rooftops of the streets, whenever he spotted someone in ambush, he would put down his backpack and sneak over, slashing at the back of the gunman's neck at the right time, directly severing the gunman's spine without any damage to the laryngeal artery. This not only relieves the gunman of the ability to resist, but also does not make a bloody hula.

By the time Jacob arrived at a house in front of the church, his backpack was no longer full of bombs, just a few tear gas and explosives just in case. Not a single incendiary bomb remained. Molotov cocktails are too dangerous, whether they are hit by stray bullets or if the bottle is shattered and stained with kerosene.

Along the way, Jacob was surprised to find that there was no movement other than the sound of wind and sand blowing against the doors and windows of the building. There was no sound of people talking, no neighing of cows and horses. Bronk can be said to be a dead city.

Sophie said that there were more than 300 inhabitants of Bronque...... Forget it, no one is right, I can let go of my hands and feet to kill, and I won't worry about accidentally hurting innocent people......"

The houses in the town are almost all wooden, and they are all pine wood that is extremely flammable. If Jacob really wanted to use incendiary bombs, then in such a windy weather, the wind would definitely burn these buildings to the ground.

But now that only the Wade Brotherhood is left in the town, Jacob can use Molotov cocktails as a last resort.

Jacob hid in the moving wooden building in front of the church, squinting and looking around vigilantly. He took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, it was already eleven fifty, and it was about ten minutes before Jacobyo's time to fight Anthony Wade, the Hand of Death.

"Da Da Da ......"

The sound of horses' hooves came from the direction Jacob had come.

"Phew—"

The horses kicked their hooves and stopped in front of the church.

Jacob hid by the window and peeked at the men on horseback.

Black fried-edged cowboy hat, black trench coat, black gloves, black trousers riding boots, bullets with holsters, eagle-like sharp eyes, a cold and hard face like a knife and axe, and blue-black stubble......

Anthony Wade, the Hand of Death dressed in black, exudes a ghostly aura all over his body, eerie and terrifying, as if he wants to choose someone to devour.

"It's Anthony Wade, the Hand of Death!"

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

......

On the bell tower of the church, as well as on several nearby two- and three-story wooden buildings, a few gunmen stood up, took off their cowboy hats and bowed their heads to greet Anthony Wade. Only no one stood up in this direction, which was groped by Jacob.

Jacob secretly remembered the location of these people, and began to calculate the best course of action in his mind.

"Boss! It's almost twelve o'clock at noon! This damn bastard bounty hunter hasn't shown up yet. Could it be that I didn't dare to come here after hearing the boss's prestige......"

A cowboy next to Anthony Wade looked at Anthony Wade and carefully slapped a sycophant.

"yes, boss! this bullshit bounty hunter probably really ran away!"

"I heard that this bounty hunter just took more than 30,000 dollars from Donald, and it's still a lovely gold coin, not a worthless banknote...... And there are beautiful women with me......"

"Yes, if I have tens of thousands of dollars, ...... Hey, hey, hey...... With a beautiful woman like Sophie, I won't come to die!Maybe this damn bastard is holding Sophie and having a merry ......."

......

Listening to the messy discussion under his hands, especially when talking about Sophie, Anthony Wade clenched his teeth, the green muscles on his face were stretched, his eyes became even more cold, and his hands couldn't help but touch the custom high-powered revolver in the holster.

Bang –

"Shut up!"

Anthony Wade let out a cold snort and shot the gunman who had the most laughing shot in the head.

The gunman remained in the same position as he rode on his horse, but half of his head was directly shattered by the bullet, and the flesh and bones of the blasted brains burst out, and several people around the gunman were drenched all over their heads.

The gunners were instantly silent, and sat on their horses in a cold sweat, like sculptures.

"No one is allowed to mention Sophie in the future!

Bang –

Anthony Wade's dark eyes scanned the gunman, and the revolver in his hand was aimed at the gunman's corpse with another shot, and the powerful lead bullet shattered the remaining half of his head, leaving only the rotten neck like a fountain of blood.

The fountain of blood gushed out, blown everywhere by the wind, staining the surrounding gunmen a blood-red color.

"If any of you ever present this woman in front of me again, he will be your fate!"

Anthony Wade hated Sophie so much that he shot his men to death for a woman.

"When there is a duel for a while, none of you should interfere. I'm going to castrate this bastard with my own hands, make him eat a few handfuls of his own, and then break him to pieces!"

The deep malice in his words made Jacob shudder a little. Jacob couldn't help but pull out his revolver and shoot him in the head with a single shot, just as he shot the head of his gunner.

"Boss...... That...... So what if he doesn't come?"

A gunman asked tremblingly.

"Hey, hey, hey...... If he doesn't come?"