Come in a hurry, go in a hurry.

The cars and horses are sluggish, and the pedestrians are still the same.

Although Jacob had only been on this plane for two days, he spent almost half of his time on the road. And in less than two days, I had to travel to three places, and I had almost no time at all. Even the corpse-smelling caravan didn't have time to clean up, but the caravan was filled with rotten corpse-smelling human heads and turned into cute gold coins that jingle and jingle all kinds of bombs that were hastily made and flammable and explosive.

Well, if there's one more thing that's changed, it's that there's one more person in the ranks. That's the mustachioed journalist Richard Harding.

"Hahaha...... Mr. Fry!"

Just as Jacob was packing up his gear and leaving the rose garden for his journey, there was a hearty laugh in the distance, full of pride and impatience.

"Bah, damn it!"

Jacob cautiously parked the caravan at the door, which contained flammable and explosive Molotov cocktails and bombs. Although it was separated by thick grass clippings, it still made Jacob's heart tremble. After all, the roads here are no more potholed than the asphalt and cement roads of later generations, and the horse-drawn carriage jumps at the slightest accident, and Jacob seems to be able to hear the crisp sound of wine bottles colliding.

Cold sweat broke out, almost soaking Jacob's clothes.

It's an old drunkard!

Jacob glared at the old drunkard fiercely.

"Mr. Fry, I've done everything you've entrusted me with......! You see......"

Before he could reach Jacob, the old drunkard was already rubbing his fingers and asking for merit with a profane smile, and the appearance of nodding his head made Eve couldn't help but stare at the big round eyes and couldn't help laughing. Sophie just glanced at it faintly, and then stopped paying attention to the old drunkard, as if the old drunkard was air, or transparent. Now nothing but revenge does anything to interest Sophie.

Sure enough, this old drunkard who was hanging out in the bar was well-informed, and he actually put him in touch with Anthony Wade, the hand of death. When Jacob saw the old drunkard's expression, he immediately guessed what he meant.

But seeing that the old drunkard had received an answer in such a short time, Jacob's heart was shocked, and he said: Perhaps this Hand of Death Anthony Wade is in Rose Creek at this moment, right under the nose of Officer Donald, and even as Sophie guessed, we were already exposed to the sight of Anthony Wade, the Hand of Death, when we appeared in Rose Creek. Whether I make an appointment to fight Anthony Wade, the Hand of Death, Anthony Wade, Hand of Death, will not let me go......

"Whoa-la-"

A handful of golden coins were tossed out of Jacob's hand and flew down in front of the old drunkard, splashing a few bits of dust and dirt. Although the gold coin is stained with dust, it is so beautiful and attractive in the eyes of the old drunkard, even more attractive than the blonde prostitute ~ woman.

"What I, Jacob Frye, have said, is certainly true. I'll give you gold coins!...... just " Jacob frowned and stared at the old drunkard, his eyes piercing into the depths of the old drunkard's eyes like a bright knife, torturing his soul, "Did Brother Wade let you bring me anything?"

"Hey, hey, hey......"

The old drunkard took the gold coin from his cowboy hat and listened greedily to the jingle of the gold coin, and a gleam flashed in his cloudy and numb eyes, "You won't want to know......

"Say!"

Jacob's hand rested on the handle of the gun, and the hammer snapped open. With his other hand, he took out a handful of gold coins and held them in his hand and shook them rattling.

"Hey, hey, hey...... But Mr. Fry, I hope you don't get angry with me......

Toast without eating and eating penalty wine!

It seems that the power of carrots and sticks is great!

"Say, I'm not the kind of person with a small belly. But don't say swear words and threats! Say something useful......"

Just hoping to hear something valuable.

"They said as long as you can get to Bronk safely...... Then Anthony Wade, the Hand of Death, will be waiting for you there, waiting for a fair shootout with you!"

"Huh?!"

Jacob's spirit was shaken, and he said in his heart: Sure enough, this is useful news. Looks like these thugs want to play a game with me!

"You're rewarded!"

The gold coin smashed accurately into the old drunkard's broken cowboy hat. smashed the old drunkard's heart, and the tattered gums were exposed. The old drunkard looked at the small pile of gold coins in his cowboy hat and hurriedly bowed to Jacob, his red rosacea like a huge strawberry with excitement.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you, Mr. Fry! Mr. Frye is so true to his word! How generous and generous! Let me tell you one more news......"

The old drunkard approached Jacob mysteriously, and after looking around cautiously, he whispered, "I guess they haven't watched you yet...... They thought you'd leave Rose Creek for the Bronk tomorrow morning. So, Mr. Fry, I suggest you get out of Rose Creek, or even out of California. The farther you go, the better! You have so much bounty, so why bother yourself?"

The words were quite sincere, but Jacob saw his greedy eyes staring at the caravan, and Jacob knew that this old ghost still had a ghost in his heart. He must have told some of the news about Jacob to the people of the Wade Brotherhood.

"Bang-"

"Whew-"

"Ahh

Moment.

Gunshots burst out!

War horses neigh!

Then the old drunkard howled bitterly with his arms in his hands. The soft buckshot hit the old drunkard's arm, and the warhead deformed, tearing the muscles and bones of the old drunkard's arm, causing a huge hole in the flesh and blood, and the blood splattered, instantly dyeing the old drunkard's upper body a blood-red color.

Whoa—

The golden coins splattered with blood-red blood and rolled down to the ground, stained with dirt and dust, and swirled with bursts of bells.

"Ahh

"Bang ......"

"Ugh!"

The old drunkard fell into the dust, foaming at the blood like a fish out of water, and lay on the gold coin that he had never forgotten, and the blood of Siliu soaked the gold coin into a blood-red color, and also reflected the blood-red eyes of his greedy eyes.

"Damn! Danger! Hide!"

Even before the gunshots rang out, Jacob felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, and his hair trembled. But before Jacob could hide, the gunfire exploded with a bang, and the gunfire was so dense that it was like a summer rainstorm, pouring down in an instant.

"Sophie, Eve, get off your horse and get out into the rose garden!"

"Bang ......"

The gunfire intensified, and the buckshot hit the wooden carport, splashing pieces of wood chips flying. Jacob turned his head to look at the caravan, which was riddled with bullet holes. But fortunately, the bullet holes were all on it, and there was no ammunition box below and a wooden box containing Molotov cocktail incendiary bombs, white phosphorus smoke grenades, and tear gas canisters, otherwise Jacob would not have had to wait for tomorrow's shootout, and would have been burned to ashes by his own incendiary bombs here.

"Drive, drive, drive!"

Jacob whipped his horse desperately and turned and urged the caravan to run into the rose garden, while Eve had already pulled Sophie to the ground and climbed into the gate of the rose garden subway fence. Only the mustachioed reporter Richard Harding was frightened by the moment the gun rang out, and the man stood up, and then galloped away with Harding.

"Fuck!