Bronk Town.

Noon is approaching.

The wild wind of late spring was blowing wildly, the dust and sand were mixed with the dry manure of cows, horses and livestock, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell. A lump of round tumbleweeds tossed and jumped messily under the force of the wind, through the fields, over the houses, and into the distance. The sky was gray, and the earth was desolate. The wind swept the dust and sand, and the sky and the earth were in chaos. The town of Bronk was also shrouded in darkness.

"Squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak!"

The shutter doors of the bar, blown by the strong wind, kept opening, then closing, colliding. The monotonous and boring sound echoed in the dead bar, and the straight man was so upset that he wanted to drop his cowboy hat, smash his wine glass, overturn the bar, and then pull out his revolver and shoot wildly, smashing everything in front of him to smash it to smithereens.

“Fuck！”

"Crackle—"

Glass whiskey glasses crashed against the walls, crystal-like shards flying everywhere, like disintegrating diamonds in the light, sparkling with colorful light. Amber liquor is left along the walls, and a rich whiskey aroma pervades the air......

"WTF! What a shit angel of death? What a shit bounty hunter! How dare you get along with our Wade Brother......hood! fuck! It makes Lao Tzu get up from the woman in the middle of the night!"

A cowboy with a messy beard smashed the glass in his hand and roared in arrogance, breaking the dead silence of the bar.

"That's right, and it's been a long time since we've met such an unscrupulous bounty hunter!"

"How dare you challenge the boss!

......

The dead bar seemed to come alive in an instant, and the chaotic laughter and curses came and went.

"But...... Little John, a dozen of them all died yesterday at the hands of this bounty hunter......"

Dead!

"Hahaha......"

And then there's the hilarity!

"And he single-handedly wiped out the Borg Gang! I, I saw him with twenty heads yesterday in Rose Creek...... Find Donald to receive a reward......"

The bar was quiet again, quiet like a ghost, and only the sound of heavy breathing proved that there were people alive.

Since this Angel of Death dares to trouble the Wade Brotherhood, then he must have something special. Little John, they have proved Jacob's strength with their blood, and Jacob does have the strength to threaten them. Before the duel, the Wade Brotherhood had already lost a quarter of its manpower. This is a harsh reality that people have to face.

"Boom-"

The solemn church bells rang and echoed through the silent town.

It's half-past eleven noon. It's only half an hour until 12 o'clock in the afternoon!

"Knock knock...... Dingding......ding"

Heavy riding boots trampled on the stairs, and spurs chirped pleasantly. The footsteps rang almost simultaneously with the church bells.

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

......

The gunman turned his head excitedly to look at the stairs, and the greetings were endless.

It was Anthony Wade, the Hand of Death, who came down.

"Hmm!"

Nodding lightly but majestically, Anthony Wade walked to the bar and stretched out his gloved right hand to knock on the bar, and said expressionlessly: "Whiskey!"

The amber liquor was in a crystal glass, and it shook in Anthony Wade's hand, creating waves of wine. Anthony Wade stared at the glass, his eyes dazed and unfocused. He didn't speak, and neither did the gunners, except that everyone's eyes were on Anthony Wade. Silence returned to the bar.

"Did everyone else send out to ambush?"

Anthony Wade asked casually as he took a sip of whiskey.

"The junction, the church, the house...... As soon as this damn bastard shows up, as long as you give the order, Boss, we're going to shoot him all over the hole!"

The gunman who threw the glass bowed his head and replied respectfully.

Anthony Wade waved his hand lightly, a hint of disdain on his expressionless face, "I don't want you to ambush this bounty hunter......"

"Not a bounty hunter?!"

All the gunmen who heard Anthony Wade's words were a little confused, and said to themselves: It's not this bounty hunter who is going to ambush, so which one are we going to ambush?

"Boss ......"

Stroking his gloved right hand, Anthony Wade said grimly, "This bounty hunter is kind of interesting. was able to kill the Borg gang and Little John, and I think I still have some ability. Let me meet him in person and send him to Satan with my own hands!"

Cold sweat dripped down, and in such a hot noon, the gunman in the bar still felt a burst of cold air coming, as if the harsh winter was coming in an instant, and he suddenly had goosebumps. Everyone lowered their heads and peeked at Anthony Wade's gloved right hand, and couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"You have to pay attention to Donald, a cunning dead dog!"

After drinking the whiskey in the wine glass in one gulp, Anthony Wade squeezed the glass hard, and the hard crystal glass instantly turned into fine crystal sand and flowed down Anthony Wade's fingers. The gray and dull crystal sand fell on the bar, making people wonder if it was dazzling and hallucinating.

"This greedy and cunning wild dog will definitely not let go of this opportunity! I even suspect that this bounty hunter is just cannon fodder that he pushes to the front! This kind of thing is the police's specialty of using bounty hunters as shields and cannon fodder! So don't let your guard down and let this old thing take advantage of it!"

Deep and majestic, invisible.

"Yes!"

Everyone bowed their heads and shouted in a deep voice.

"Damn! Yamaguchi-gumi!"

Jacob had just climbed into the window on the second floor of the bar, poking his head out and watching Anthony Wade lecture with relish. When he saw that these gunmen didn't dare to come out in front of Anthony Wade, they all lowered their heads and almost touched the surface of their feet, and couldn't help but burst into foul language.

If anyone saw this scene, it is estimated that they would be like Jacob, and they would definitely think that this was a meeting of the Yamaguchi-gumi and other organizations in the East, otherwise there was any other country on the earth that could bow to ninety degrees.

It's just that the Toyo was still in the shogunate period at this time!

A few years after Perry's cannon blasted open the doors of the Orient, Oriental etiquette spread to the western United States?

"This is Anthony Wade, the Hand of Death! Judging by the respectful attitude of his men towards him, he must be very powerful!"

Jacob had just touched it, too. If he had seen Anthony Wade crumpling the crystal cup into a pile of fine crystal sand, he would have screamed a dog.

You must know that holding stones into powder and holding iron into mud is a very high realm in the national arts. Even Jacob in his previous life was only able to do it. At this time, Jacob did not have such skills.