"Ah...... The devil ......" Donald sat down on the ground and hurriedly crossed his hands, and couldn't help but recite God's name reverently, "WTF! Oh God, this TMD ......"

People are always afraid of the unknown.

The essence of fear is the unknown.

Ghosts and gods are the most mysterious things in the world.

Some people believe in the existence of ghosts and gods and call it religion, some people call it a story and call it a myth, and Donald says the name of God in his mouth but does the devil's thing. When he wears his badge, he is a righteous enforcer, and when he covers his face with a scarf, he is a heinous gangster!

When Donald stared at the crystal skull hand sticking out of the pile of corpses, his whole body was almost scared. For a time, God, Satan, devils, angels, righteous, evil, in the Bible, in legends, all the information about ghosts and gods poured in like a flood that burst the embankment, filling his mind and breaking his decades of cognition.

"This ...... Can TMD still be upgraded and evolved?!

Mori Bai's white bone skull claws turned as crystal clear, and you could tell that it was a change at a glance. And it's becoming more advanced, just like Wolverine's bone claws become Erdman's alloy claws, and the shotgun is replaced by a gun!

"Seems to be in some trouble! Can Anthony Wade still be a man? I wonder if a bullet can kill him? But judging from the situation just now, he must be afraid of the sun. I just don't know if he's afraid of the sun all over his body, or if it's just the skeleton hand? It should just be the skeleton hand! Anthony Wade was able to appear in the sun before...... What is Anthony Wade doing hiding in a pile of corpses now? Is he still evolving?"

Jacob's eyelids jumped, the alarm bell rang in his perception, and the feeling of danger became stronger and stronger. Jacob looked at Anthony Wade, who had been silently defrauded of the corpse, and then looked at Donald, who was sitting on the ground, and countless thoughts came to his mind for a while. He couldn't help but reach for Remington in the holster with one free hand, and then let go again.

Run! Run!

That was Donald's only thought at this point.

What kills Jacob, what robs people's heads, what cute gold coins......

None of it matters anymore.

The most important thing at this time is to get out of this hellish place. To survive, only by surviving can you enjoy the beauty of life.

And......

Donald glanced at the pile of corpses in despair, feeling like the end of the world was coming. His lips trembled, and his bushy beard shook like a dog's tail, "God...... The Devil ......"

Muttering to himself, his sweaty hand grabbed the lever gun that had fallen to the ground, and carefully walked backwards towards the ramp step by step, the lever gun in his hand trembled and aimed at the corpse pile, but he didn't have the courage to shoot, for fear of alarming the contents of the corpse pile like just now.

Donald was spotted by Jacob as soon as he moved, he instantly threw away the complicated thoughts in his mind, clasped the rock with both hands and stuck to the cliff like a gecko, and moved quickly towards the ramp with both hands, and in a blink of an eye he was under the ramp and left the platform.

"Want to escape? hehehehe...... How can I get you out of here alive? You're going to have to be cannon fodder for me......"

The probe carefully pulled out a few bottles wrapped in thick cotton cloth from his backpack, which were the famous Molotov cocktails. Jacob struck a match, looked at Donald, who was slowly retreating with his back to him, and chuckled in a low voice, "Let me show you the power of Molotov's cocktail!"

"Uhhh

The kerosene-stained cotton on the bottle burned, and Jacob threw his hand at the ramp. The flaming Molotov cocktail made a perfect arc through the air and fell on the rock.

"Ping Pong—"

"Boom-"

The bottles shattered, and the sticky mixture of kerosene, white phosphorus, rust, and sulfur powder in the bottles was splashed everywhere, and the sticky liquid stuck on the mountain road. The burning cotton cloth ignited the splash of liquid the moment the bottle shattered, and the orange flame flowed and burned on the ground, separating the top of the slope from the mountain road in a snap of a finger.

"Who?!"

The sudden explosion and the black smoke and burning flames suddenly made Donald, who was already a man of war, his face change greatly, and cold sweat instantly soaked his hair and beard. But there was silence all around, and there was no movement except the whirring of the flames.

"Hellfire?!"

The pungent smell of burning sulfur swirled around the tip of his nose, and Donald whispered with his lever gun, his brown eyes full of despair.

He imagined the flames of the Molotov cocktail as hellfire in hell.

Because in religious mythology, the burning fire in hell is described in this way. Nothing is natural, with a choking sulfur smell...... Plus the association that Anthony Wade's skull claw left on him just now.

Now Donald is even more determined in his thoughts. The corpse must be filled with the devil, and the sudden flame was summoned by the devil.

"Whew-"

The way down the mountain has been blocked by flames, and turning back is a strange devil.

Donald frantically ripped off his cowboy hat, sweating and sending a cloud of mist above his head. He looked at the mountain path separated by flames, his eyes full of despair.

"Ping Pong! Ping Pong!"

Jacob swirled his arm hard and threw a lit Molotov cocktail at the mouth of the cave. The flames soared, directly sealing the path into the cave. Here's how it is now. The ramp down the hill is sealed, the road into the cave is sealed, and the other two sides are flanked by steep cliffs.

The platform outside the cave has now become an independent space with a diameter of 50 meters. Donald and Anthony Wade were inside, and Jacob was outside.

"Jacob Fry, stop!" Donald yelled in the direction of the ramp with his lever gun.

He glared at Jacob through the flames, the corners of his round eyes cracked, and blood flowed down his sockets. No matter how stupid Donald was at this point, he knew that Jacob had made the flame. Because there will be no one else here but Jacob.

"Stop! you...... What are you doing? Do you know ......?"

Donald trembled as he pointed at the blazing corpses, shuddering and unable to speak.

"What am I doing? Of course I'm helping you! There's Anthony Wade, the Grim Hand, a wanted federal, and you, as a federal sheriff, shouldn't you arrest this heinous gangster?"

The gloating words made Donald even more furious, and he shouted frantically, "I'm going to kill you!"

"Bang bang bang-"

The bullet shot through the flames towards Jacob, shooting into the air. Jacob had already ducked behind the rocks on the side of the ramp, and shouted at Donald, "I advise you to save your bullets and keep an eye on your back...... Anthony Wade isn't dead! You see...... I'm really here to help!"

"Ping Pong, Ping Pong, Ping Pong......"

In the midst of Donald's stunned, several flaming bottles flew from beyond the cliff, crackling and shattering, and then exploding, creating a sea of fire. And the target of these Molotov cocktails is that weird pile of corpses!

A viscous flammable liquid spilled onto the pile of corpses, instantly igniting. The dry corpse was as flammable as rotten wood, and it exploded with a thud and burst into flames. The flames were raging, and black smoke wrapped in the burning dust of the corpse rose into the sky, billowing like wolf smoke.

"Whew......"

The terrible howl of a lone wolf resounded through the wilderness in an instant. Donald shuddered at the sound of this howl and looked sharply at the pile of corpses......