In the United States, there is a fundamental difference between a sheriff and a sheriff, or a sheriff and a sheriff.

A sheriff, sometimes referred to as a sheriff, is an employee at the county level, not a federal or state employee, nor a civil servant, but a security guard with law enforcement powers. This is not the case with magistrates. They are employed in federal or state courts, and their job is to issue arrest warrants and decide whether those arrested should be prosecuted by a grand jury.

And the interesting thing is that the United States does not have a central-level police administration like the Ministry of Public Security of the Celestial Empire, so the local police agencies in the United States are independent. For example, in California, the police in Sacramento and San Francisco are only cross-border, but there is no agency like the California Public Security Department to manage them uniformly, and they are each accountable to the local city government.

Luckily, Rose Creek and Hot Springs belong to Sacramento, and Jacob can get his bounty here in Rose Creek.

After paying a few silver coins, Jacob and his wife drove the caravan full of heads through the streets, earning enough curious and fearful glances and whispers from the inhabitants of Rose Creek to make their way through them. By the time Jacob arrives at the Rose Creek Police Station with the old drunkard, the entire town of Rose Creek knows that there is a handsome bounty hunter who has single-handedly hunted down the borgs and then brought the head to Rose Creek to collect the bounty.

In addition, there was a young lady of the Green family, Sophie Green, who was killed at the wedding a few days ago.

"Phew—"

"Mr. Fry, we're at the police station. Sheriff Donald is here......"

The old drunkard took Jacob's reins and stopped the horse in front of a rough three-story house made of stone, and then pulled out a bottle of inferior whiskey and drank it on his head, the cloudy yellow liquor running down his dirty beard and wetting his greasy and disgusting shirt. He wiped his mouth with his tattered sleeves, and breathed disgusting wine at Jacob, rubbing his fingers obscenely as he spoke, nodding and frowning, "Hmm—Mr. Fry, do you think there's anything else I want to serve?"

"Ding—"

A golden cutie was thrown by Jacob's fingers, and the jingle bell spun and fell in the air, and was slapped in the palm of Jacob's hands with a snap. He pinched the gold coin and blew it his lips, then put it to his ear and listened with his eyes closed, as if the sound of gold was the most beautiful sound in the world.

Jacob opened his eyes and looked at the old drunkard's greedy expression, and bent down to look at the old drunkard playfully, "What a wonderful sound! You see this is a Mexican gold Escudo, weighing an ounce...... Do you want it?"

"Boom-"

The old drunkard's voice was clear. He couldn't help but stretch out his hand to take the gold coin from Jacob's hand, and said to himself, "What a pretty cutie!" and with it I can drink a wonderful whisky......

"Yes!"

The gold coin was in his hands, and the old drunkard wiped the gold coin with his greasy clothes, and looked at Jacob as he wiped the gold coin. He knew that Jacob could not give him the gold coin for nothing, there must be something for him to do. And it's not a simple thing, a simple thing is not worth a precious gold coin.

"Meet this beautiful young lady next to me!"

Jacob pointed to Sophie beside him, and the old drunkard's face changed instantly, and he still didn't dare to look up at Sophie, but said in a low voice: "Recognize ...... Recognize!"

Sure enough, gold coins are not so easy to take!

"Then you must know what happened a few days ago!"

Jacob held Sophie's hand, his eyes full of tenderness and comfort, "Don't worry!

The old drunkard's face changed, his consciousness was instantly sober, his messy head was almost poked to the ground, and the gold coins in his hand became hot and hot, but the thought of the wonderful sinner's whisky made him feel lucky again.

"I don't care what you do! You can go straight to Anthony Wade and inform him through his eyeliner here, as long as you can let Anthony Wade know...... My Angel of Death, Jacob Fry, will be waiting for him in the church of Bronque, where he committed his heinous sin a few days ago......"

"What?!"

Before Jacob could finish his sentence, the old drunkard jumped up as if he had stepped on a scorching coal, and waved his hands so fast that he could almost see the afterimage, "Gold coins...... I don't want the gold!, Anthony Wade, the Hand of Death, spoke after that day. Say...... Whoever dares to look at Miss Green will gouge out his eyes! Whoever dares to take Miss Green in will be against him......! End ...... It's just death! Not only is he going to die! his family is going to die too! Mr. Frye ...... I don't want the gold coins......"

"Click-"

The muzzle of the black hole hole was aimed at the old drunkard.

"Are you afraid that Anthony Wade will kill you, so you won't be afraid that I will kill you?"

When was Jacob considered a good man?

"Huh?!, Mr. Fry...... Over here...... It's the police station!"

The old drunkard reminded Jacob by pointing to the sign of the police station.

"What about the police station? I now suspect that you are from the Wade Brotherhood, the Grim Reaper's Hand Anthony Wade's eyeliner in Rose Creek...... If I kill you, say that to the sheriff...... Do you think the sheriff will believe me?"

Jacob whispered and smiled to the old drunkard.

"Huh?!"

The old drunkard felt the cold touch of the lever gun on the door of his head, and looked up to see Jacob's cold and merciless eyes, and the evil expression that did not smile. He knew that the person in front of him really dared to kill him, and really dared to kill him in front of the police station!

"Dingding-ding-"

Jacob took out a few gold and silver coins and threw them on the ground, "There is a saying in the East: Wealth is in danger! If you don't tell the hand of death as I say, then you will definitely die! But if you complete what I have done, I will give you more money......"

Black eyes can't see silver!

The same goes for blue eyes!

Looking at the gold and silver coins rolling all over the ground, the old drunkard's eyes straightened. When Jacob said that there were more gold coins in the future, he completely let go of the entanglement and fear in his heart, and immediately knelt on the ground and took the tattered cowboy hat on his head and began to collect the gold coins.

"Remember! It's noon tomorrow! It's at Bronck's church! If Anthony Wade, the Hand of Death, doesn't arrive, you'll be the one who dies! Don't try to run away with the money......"

Jacob turned over and dismounted and walked to the police station, leaving behind a cold sentence as he walked, "Otherwise, I will let you know what life is better than death!"