"Huh?!"

Greenton looked down at his chest in disbelief, blood gushing from a striking bullet hole, "Fuck!

"Bang!"

Greenton's bear-like body slammed into the ground, causing a cloud of dust to fly. The lantern in his hand was shattered, causing a pile of flames, and the treasure map was also thrown by him next to James.

"Treasure map!"

The sudden sound of gunfire woke James to death, and James saw the treasure map lying at his feet, while Greenton was suddenly shot and fell to the ground, lifeless and motionless. James' dull eyes instantly became smart, and he felt that things had taken a new turn for the better, when he thought he was going to die.

This is my last chance!

James also lay motionless on the ground like a dead body, not screaming, not picking up the treasure map at his feet, but carefully moving to his painful left hand, holding the pocket revolver that had been shot down by Glinton in his hand, and quietly listening to the movement around him with his eyes closed.

"Phew...... Now it's up to you to see if you're dead! I really think I'm the Terminator!"

Frowning and spitting out the dust splashed in his mouth, Jacob looked at Glinton and James who were lying motionless on the ground, and the corners of his mouth pursed with disdain, "Old fox! But I know exactly where you were shot! How can you die so easily if you are shot in the hands and feet! Look at you pretending to me!"

"Click!"

The finger hooked the bolt under the trigger and pulled slightly, a crisp metal impact sounded, and the bullet was fed into the chamber of the Henry M1860. Jacob held the gun and aimed it at the heart of Greenton's chest, and sneered in a low voice: "Whether you die or not, I will repair the gun!" If it weren't for this habit of shooting cautiously, Lao Tzu's corpse would have rotted to the point that there was no hair. Why have you been able to dominate the killer world for so many years?"

"Bang!"

Gunshots exploded.

James, who was lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, rolled on a lazy donkey, rolled into the corner with a muffled grunt. And Glinton, who was specially "cared for" by Jacob, reacted extremely quickly, and at the moment when the gunfire exploded, a series of incredible reversal jumps, dodging and hiding while popping several shots in a row. The bullet hit the stone where Jacob was hiding, causing a cloud of stone chips and sparks to hit Jacob's face, causing him to frown.

"Grass! Not dead yet?!Are you really the Terminator?! I don't believe in this evil!"

"Bang ......"

Jacob aimed at Glinton and quickly pulled the trigger, and the bullet almost bit Glinton's figure. The eight remaining bullets in the chamber were fired in the snap of a finger, and two more bullets hit Glynton in the back. But Glinton only howled miserably, and nothing else did much. Glinton was still extremely fast, and almost in the blink of an eye, he ducked behind the rocks.

"Are you really from hell, I really can't kill you? I really don't believe in this evil! Even if you are a god of death from hell, I want God to stop and kill God!"

Casually toss aside the emptied Henry M1860, and the spear that shoots empty bullets is not even as good as a burning stick. And the distance between Jacob and Greenton is only ten or twenty meters. At such a short distance, the gun does not mean much for a person who moves.

"Since bullets don't pose much of a threat to you, let me use the most direct weapon to deal with you!"

Jacob pulled out the steel hunting knife with his backhand, bowed, bent over, and charged his strength, and with a tiptoe, Jacob's legs instantly exploded with power, and they catapulted out like a tanuki cheetah. Ordinary people run at a speed of eight or nine meters per second, but for Jacob, who has both physical skills and national arts, it is easy to break out more than ten meters per second. For Jacob, a distance of ten or twenty meters is only two seconds at most. And Jacob didn't move at all, like a feline in hunt, and quietly approached his prey.

"You...... Uh......"

Before James could recover from the panic of Jacob's refill of the gun, he felt a dark shadow flash in front of him, followed by a sharp pain in his neck, and blood gushed out. James clutched his neck in horror as he felt life pass through his body at a rapid pace.

In the end, the cunning old fox died, from his greed.

For Jacob. Now that the treasure map has appeared, James is no longer useful. It's better to send him on the road, and James in the province will get some more moths out if he is alive.

After wiping James's neck, holding the cold hunting knife and sniffing the rich smell of blood in the air, Jacob's spirit was shocked, and the adrenaline Peng Peng flew away, and the long-lost feeling reappeared. Most of the time, Jacob is accustomed to solving problems with guns and other assassination methods, and he has not met an opponent who can fight in close combat and fight to the death in a few hands.

Picking up the treasure map that had fallen on the ground, Jacob stood in the middle of the road strewn with corpses and shouted at the stone where Glinton was hiding, "Come out! Grinton, James's treasure map is in my hands, don't you want this treasure map? You can't run away." Let's have a dagger duel in a man's way!

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning split the dark sky, snaking out a fiery serpent of thunder and lightning. Jacob's shadow stood tall like a giant in the light of lightning, covering the stone where Glinton was hiding.

"Hey, hey, hey...... I didn't expect Frank to die in my hands, but to die under the knife of a nobody like you......"

Hiding behind the boulder, Grinton's low, hoarse voice seemed to be full of regret, regret that he had not been able to kill the enemy.

"As for the treasure map...... Do you think the treasure map in your hand is really complete?"

Greenton was hunched over, hunched over, and looked like Quasimodo, the bell-ringer in Notre Dame. It seems that the shots just now are not without effect on Grinton, he is still flesh and blood, not a transcendent existence. It's just that Glynton is tougher than anyone else on himself!

"Ten years ago, I, Frank and Joe, and the three of us found out that Pedro had been defeated and killed by the Apache at Superstitution Mountain, leaving countless treasures buried in Superstition Mountain, so we went together...... It's for Pedro's treasures...... We have gone through a lot of hardships, through mountains, poisonous snakes, wild beasts, and the Apache people do not want to kill us...... But we ended up finding Pedro's treasure map...... Joe and I were safe and sound, although it was thrilling along the way. But I didn't expect the treasure map to arrive, and it was our death time......"