Agnes approached Antoine Gardner with a gun, the smile on her face undiminished.

Agnes walked up to Antoine Gardner with her gun, and Antoine Gardner held her hands up and didn't move.

"Don't shoot, I ......"

Antoine Gardner instantly reached out and grabbed Agnes' wrist and tried to snatch the gun, but Agnes's hand did not move.

"What a hassle—" Angnes smiled and reached out her other hand to break Antoine Gardner's hand that was holding her wrist, and pulled it casually, directly displacing the wrist joints of Antoine Gardner's two hands.

With a slight sigh, she flipped Antoine Gardner to the ground and retracted her holster.

She crouched down and unloaded Antoine Gardner's limb joints.

Antoine Gardner let out a scream, and was directly tore a curtain by Agnes and gagged it, and Agnes said with some disgust: "Be quiet." ”

Agnes retrieved a revolver, a dagger, and a purse from Antoine Gardner.

Agnes opened her purse and counted the money, which amounted to less than thirty gold lisos.

"Poor ghost!" Angnes scolded Antoine Gardner with some disgust, and Antoine Gardner's eyes were scarlet when he heard this, but the removed limbs were not able to use any strength.

The man outside the house heard the movement in the room and paused, and cautiously poked his head out to look into the room.

"You ......" the man looked at the tragedy in the room in horror.

"What's wrong?" Agnes asked with a smile as she looked up at the man.

The man winced under Agnes' gaze, his voice gradually lowered, and asked, "Didn't you say you had business to discuss with him?" ”

Agnes glanced at the man who fell at her feet, nodded seriously, and said, "Yes, there is indeed business to discuss, but there are many kinds of business. ”

"It's business for me to rob him of his money, and it's also business to exchange his life for money......," said Agnes with a smile on her face.

Antoine Gardner instantly became excited, and a snort came out of his gagged mouth, and the main trunk of his body continued to exert force, but it was difficult to even sit up, after all, Agnes even removed his hip joint.

The man looked horrified.

"Are you scared?" Agnes looked at the man strangely and asked, "Why?" Don't you think it's funny? ”

The man shook his head in some horror, and nodded quickly under Agnes' gaze.

“...... Interesting...... It's funny...... "The man said with a sad face.

Angnes sighed regretfully and said, "It seems that you haven't experienced the interesting part yet. ”

The man's face grew more and more frightened, and he looked so shaky that he almost fell to the ground.

"But yes, Antoine Gardner is too weak." Agnes said thoughtfully.

"Trappers won't find it fun to catch a mouse with a rat trap, but if they're aiming a gun at a beast, they'll be looking forward to it." Agnes's voice was like a dream, but the man wanted to shrink his body into a corner.

"It takes blood and crisis to get the trappers excited......"

Agnes turned her head abruptly and asked, "What are you hiding?" ”

The man couldn't control the expression on his face, his facial muscles twitched, trying to make himself smile, but in the end he just cried in defeat and walked up to Agnes.

"I ...... I'm just looking for something to lean onto. The man's voice trembled a little as he explained.

Angnes nodded thoughtfully and said, "That's it, but there's no time for you to rest, you go to the storage room of this house to find out if there are any woven bags......"

"Okay, good ......" The man hurriedly fled.

"Don't try to escape, I'm eyeing you......" Agnes's smiling words came down the corridor like a devil's whisper into the man's ears, making the man subconsciously soften his feet and almost fall to the ground.

......

The man bowed his head and handed a woven bag to Agnes.

"Yes, I didn't try to escape." Agnes reached out and took it, smiling at the man.

The man's body shook and he instantly withdrew his hand.

"Here, take a hand, put Antoine Gardner in it, and remember to stuff some cloth in it." Agnes said with a smile.

He ...... He's not dead yet! The man looked up in horror and looked at Agnes.

"Of course I know he's not dead," Agnes looked at the man with a smile and raised an eyebrow, "But it's a little more convenient to pack in a woven bag, it's easier to carry, isn't it?" ”

The man trembled under Agnes' gaze and took the woven bag under his head, and put it under the top of Antoine Gardner's murderous gaze.

"He doesn't need to be so careful, anyway, his mouth is gagged, and he can't scream loudly no matter how painful it is. You're going to have to move him to that trolley outside, if it's too long for anyone else to find out......" Agnes said, playing with the bullet casings she had pulled out of the couch cushions, without looking up.

The man paused, and continued to move under his hands.

"Trust me, being found out is only a minor problem for me, but ...... for you"

"After all, as Russell the Great said, soft persimmons are always easier to be pinched into other shapes, aren't they?" Agnes looked up and smiled maliciously at the man.

The man gritted his teeth, the movements under his hands sped up a lot, and they were a lot rougher, and Antoine Gardner's muffled snort came through the woven bag, and the man didn't pay attention to it, and directly tied the rope at the mouth of the woven bag, and then carried the woven bag on his shoulder, and walked out of the door with some difficulty.

Agnes chuckled, stood up, followed the man out, glanced around the room, and slammed the door shut.

She took advantage of the fact that the man was looking for the woven bag to clean up the traces she had left in the house. It wasn't that difficult, after all, she had only fired two shots, and Antoine Gardner had barely put up her ability to do so before Agnes threw her mobility away.

It can be said that except for the bullet hole on the sofa and the door lock that was broken by the bullet, the whole room looked unusual.

And after cleaning up the traces in the room, Agnes even had the leisure to check on the man she had sent to find the woven bag.

As Agnes expected, the man easily found the woven bag in the storage room, but he rubbed there with the woven bag for a long time and did not come back.

Agnes could even see the man's expression change for a long time, and finally gritted her teeth and returned with the woven bag.

The man turned the storage room into a mess as he searched for the woven bag, and Agnes had no intention of helping him clean up.

After all, the Brothers Sturt have to find some traces, don't they?

Agnes smiled a little as she looked at the man's back carrying the woven bag.