"Truly...... If he doesn't come?"

Anthony Wade finally laughed, nervously laughing, his crocodile-like white teeth showing his cracked mouth, his scarlet tongue licking his purple-black lips, the evil light in his owl's eyes, and an inexplicable smug in his voice, "Do you know why I wanted you to circle everyone in Bronk this morning?"

If the image of Anthony Wade was a solemn gentleman without anger, then at this moment he is like a demon with a smiling face, exuding an awe-inspiring evil aura and an unusual charm.

The gunman shivered like chaff, the corners of his mouth, eyes, and face twitched uncontrollably, and his whole body trembled, as if he had suffered a stroke Parkinson's. They were most afraid to see Anthony Wade's demonic nervous smile. Because that usually means that somebody is going to die a terrible death, because anyone can die a tragic death at the hands of Anthony Wade.

Anyone!

From moody intangibles to moody, there is no distance in between.

"Boss, for ...... Why?"

His teeth began to tremble and fight, but the gunman next to Anthony Wade resisted the fear in his heart, glanced at the headless body of the unlucky gunman, and shuddered in obedience.

"Truly...... Today, if this bounty hunter doesn't come, then I'll slaughter Bronk, and I'm going to slaughter it...... Ignite the explosives, and boom! The cave collapsed, and the hundreds of Bronk men would be blocked in the cave...... There is no food, there is no water, and even the air is slowly consumed...... Hundreds......! How many sins in the world will be revealed!"

Anthony Wade is so sanctimonious, yet so wicked and crazy.

"So either you die, or Bronk, these three hundred people die!"

"Huh?!

Jacob instantly felt the breath of death coming, and the strong stimulation made him jump without hesitation, roll on the floor, and pull Remington out of his hand. The moment Jacob rolled out, a thunderous gunshot rang out.

Bang –

The high-powered lead bullets fired from the large-caliber revolver instantly smashed the window where Jacob was hiding, splashed sawdust and glass shards, and the wind swept dust into the house.

"Smack...... Syllable...... Syllable...... Good, good, very good, and able to dive into the Bronk right under my nose...... If you hadn't killed me just now, I wouldn't have found you......" Anthony Wade sat on his steed, pointed his revolver at the house with one hand and patted his thigh lightly with the other.

"Phew!"

Jacob spit out the dust in his mouth vigorously, looked at the direction of the window speechlessly, and couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "TMD!

If he is blocked in other houses, like a house made of earth and stone, Jacob is absolutely confident that he will use the terrain to fight a beautiful anti-annihilation battle. But this TMD is a wooden building, and it is a simple wooden plank building, and these thin wooden planks are no different from a piece of paper that can be torn by a bullet.

"I just don't know why?"

Anthony Wade tilted his head to look at his gloved right hand, his fingers swayed, the light and shadow flowed, his eyes were a little dazed, and he muttered to himself: "My right hand tells me: you must die! You are a revenant who does not belong to this world...... But hell is not your destination...... And it's scared of you...... So...... You must die!"

"Nervously, there's a lot of nonsense! Don't you know that villains die a lot of talk?"

Jacob cowered in the corner and listened to Anthony Wade's shouts and the click of a few bolts. It looks like they're going to start shooting.

"Truly...... Stop!"

Anthony Wade grinned like a night owl, waved his hand to stop his men from besieging Jacob, and then spun a huge ivory-handled revolver with a gold and silver inlay that left a magnificent pattern in the air.

"Come out, if you don't want to die under the guns or become a roast chicken...... Didn't you say you were going to fight me to the death, then let's fight to the death in the midday sun!"

Noon duel.

Or maybe noon has arrived!

In the west, cowboy duels usually take place around noon. Because at noon, the sun shines directly on the earth, and the sunlight at this time will not directly affect the eyes of either side, which ensures the fairness and justice of the duel.

In China, noon is the time when criminals are executed and waiting to die.

External factors are excluded, and the two sides of the duel only rely on the guns in their own hands, as well as marksmanship.

So there is another proverb called: Hurry or die!

"W-am I stupid? If I get out, will I be able to save my life?"

Jacob scoffed at Anthony Wade's words.

If Anthony Wade really cared about his honor, he couldn't have sent someone to ambush Jacob. And Jacob just heard Anthony Wade's vicious words, which can be regarded as an understanding of what kind of person he is.

Beneath the sanctimonious exterior is a femme fatale, vicious, arrogant, and moody......

Jacob would never believe a single word of such a person, not even punctuation.

And with so many of Anthony Wade's men outside, all surrounded by guns, Jacob wouldn't believe him even if he was a fool. If he gets out and gets a gun and falls into the hands of Anthony Wade, I'm afraid Anthony Wade will really castrate Jacob and then kill him!

"It looks like I can only fight for it!"

Jacob pulled out all the explosives, tear gas, and smoke bombs from his backpack and laid them out. Then take out your sunglasses and put on the blindfold, and soak the triangular towel with water to cover your mouth and nose. When everything was ready, Jacob carefully struck a match on his leather boots, lit a bundle of explosives and threw it outside the window where Anthony Wade was talking.

"Ahh

Bang –

Boom –

As soon as the explosives were thrown out of the window, they were accurately hit by Anthony Wade. But the explosives still blew up!

The sound shook the sky, the air waves struck, and the walls of the house were as fragile as a piece of paper under the power of the explosives explosion, and they were shattered in an instant.

Jacob turned and sped as soon as he threw the explosives, throwing smoke grenades and tear gas behind him as he ran. Jacob's speed was fast, but the blast wave of the explosion sent him flying hard, hitting the plank wall hard, crashing through the wall and rolling down the back of the cabin.

This direction was cleared by Jacob, and for the time being there were no gunmen from the Wade Brotherhood.

"Hum—"

Jacob heard a ringing in his ears, and his head was dizzy. He got up and shook his head vigorously and turned his head to look behind him.

Thick white smoke billowed and nothing could be seen.

Just the bitter howls of the gunners, the panicked neighing of the horses, and of course the roars of Anthony Wade!

"I'm going to kill you!"