The gold of the superstitious mountain?!

Pedro's treasure!!

This is the gold of the superstition mountain! This is Pedro's treasure! This is the treasure that the whole United States and the whole world are looking for!

Jacob was instantly refreshed, his eyes staring at James and Greenton, his ears pricked up to listen carefully to their conversation, lest he miss a word they said.

But Jacob still had some doubts in his heart, how could Glinton and James know about this treasure?

No! It can't be! Pedro's descendants say that Pedro buried tons of crude gold there, as well as countless gold and silver treasures that he had stolen from the Apaches. Not to mention that since the Apache eliminated Pedro's forces, the Apache have since become the supreme ruler of the "Superstition Mountain". Where did James get the ability to carry gold away from the grassy mountains, rocks, beasts, ferocious rattlesnakes, and superstitious Indians?

Gold must still be hidden in the superstitious mountains!

And apparently James knew the specific news of the treasure, which Glinton didn't. Maybe James has a treasure map there, and Glynton is here for the treasure map.

While Jacob's mind was spinning a thousand times, the feud between Glinton and James continued......

"And so many heads! This is the famous Borg Gang! Hmm...... Let me see the wanted post. Wanted warrant, whether dead or alive, Borg and the Borg gang are guilty of murder, robbery of gold mines, banks, etc., and a reward of $5,000 for Borg, and $500 for the rest of the gang...... The Borg gang members have been recorded as follows: Beech, Andrew, Garcia the Maniac, ......"

A puff of smoke puffed out of Greenton's mouth, and he lit a lantern in James' face. The dim light flickered between the two, and the thick cigar smoke flickered brightly and brightly, reflecting Grinton's scarred face like a ghost. He put the barrel of his gun against James' chin and spit out the cigar butt in his mouth, mixed with saliva and smashed it into James's face.

The burning cigarette butt poked directly into the corner of James's eye, burning a huge blister out of the corner of James' eye. In such pain, James was still shivering and curled up under the boulder, his cowboy hat covered eyes looking at Greenton's stomach, as if it was not his body that had been burned just now.

"California is offering a reward of $12,000, and the families and banks of several of the people you robbed and killed are offering a $20,000 reward, hehehe...... Frank, you're a moving vault! I don't think anyone would have thought that the famous boss of the Borg Gang would be the sheriff of Hot Springs, would anyone?

Perhaps it was because he had been depressed for ten years, but Greenton seemed to open the conversation box all of a sudden, standing in front of James and talking condescendingly to James.

"Do you know how I found you, for your greedy and vicious methods have never changed. Last time I killed two criminals near Hot Springs, I smelled you at once, your unique style...... Joe and I used to smell like that. But I didn't know it was you, Frank, until the last time I saw you, Frank. Until one night when I was dreaming, I dreamed of Joe, and Joe told me not to forget your eyes...... So here I go again!Frank......"

Jacob lay not far away and watched Glynton spit wildly at James, turning on chatter mode, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart: the villain died from talking too much! He never talked nonsense when he was a killer, found the target, confirmed the target, fired directly into the rage, and burst the target's heart (killers rarely have the habit of headshots, after all, the head that explodes is not good to explain to the employer to confirm that the target was killed), refill the gun, or a poison, an accidental car accident, a gas leak, and so on.

Sure enough, just when Greenton was heartily opening up to James, the unexpected happened.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Four sudden gunshots exploded between James and Greenton, interrupting Greenton's words.

"Whew...... Fuck！”

Greenton screamed and lay to the ground clutching his head in disbelief, blood running down his fingers, motionless and unmoving. And James didn't know when he was holding a pocket revolver, and the muzzle of the gun was emitting a faint smoke. His original frightened and shrunken appearance was completely gone, replaced by a sneering expression on the corner of his mouth, and the unconcealed smugness in his eyes.

"Steven, if I can kill you and Joe once, I can kill you a second time......! Ah......h

"Grass! you talk a lot!" Jacob muttered in disdainful muttering, "Pretend to be a headshot instead of forcing it!hehehehe...... It's time for me, the fisherman, to profit!"

As he spoke, he grabbed the square scarf around his neck and covered his face, then pulled out Colt and tried to get up and rush over to subdue James. But just as he was about to get up, things changed again.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Ah...... Steven, you ......"

Now it was James' turn to scream in pain. There were four more bloody holes in his two arms and two legs, and although the pain of the gunshot wound made James wail in pain, the Glinton who got up in front of him really made him creepy.

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

I saw Glynton holding a gun in one hand and pointing it at James, covering his face with the other, staring at James with a pair of cold-blooded and gloomy eyes, and shouting nervously: "Frank, I came from hell, how can I die under your gun?"

As he spoke, Greenton rudely shoved his fingers into the hole of the gun, digging at his muscles, blood flowing, and he pulled out the bullets that had been shot in his face one by one. The exploding blood hole can clearly see the white bones inside.

"Dingding......

The dug bullet was casually dropped on the stone by Glinton with a crisp sound.

"How is it possible? How is it possible! How can it not kill you?"

James couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. Glynton was shot three times in the head, but he didn't die, and if Glinton didn't die, then Glynton would definitely kill him.

"Terminator?!Golden Bell Hood Iron Cloth Shirt?!You can't die like this!" Jacob was shocked by Glinton's formidable body.

And Glinton was already bent over and laughed at James, with a rotten watermelon-like face "hey, hey...... Frank. I wanted to tell you about my friendship, but I didn't expect you to be so impatient. Okay then, let me find the treasure map myself and send you to Joe. I think you're suspicious of you, and you'll have a treasure map with you......"

As he spoke, Greenton searched James.

James was already disheartened at this time, and let Greenton search him, and did not resist, just hoping to die happily later.

"Hey, hey, hey...... Frank, you still haven't changed your habits......"

"Bang!"

Jacob, who had been waiting for this moment for a long time, saw Grinton find the treasure map, and immediately seized the opportunity to aim at Grinton's chest and fire......