In the afternoon, two deafening gunshots suddenly sounded on the grassland, and several white-tailed deer that were close to the gunfire immediately raised their heads to look at the place where the gunshots came from, and then turned around and jumped and ran away.

On the path north of the prairie, Brandi rode on the back of the Shadow, holding his forehead, looking nerve-wracked.

In front of him, Maika was busy with energy, he climbed into a freight wagon carrying fruits and vegetables parked in the middle of the road, first pushed the two people who were sitting in the carriage and were dead anymore, and then jumped out of the carriage and began to grope for the two men.

"Well, what are you doing here?" Brandi sighed and couldn't help but speak.

Maika removed a gold ring from the corpse and stuffed it into her pocket. He glanced at Brandi and said, "What else can you do? Didn't you say you needed a carriage? Isn't that what got you? Hurry up, don't bother, the other one is yours, let's hurry up and leave after the search, who knows when a witness will pop up."

"Forget it, you'd better do it yourself," Brandi shook her head, declining Mika's invitation, "I don't quite understand, why do you have to kill these two people?"

"Why? Isn't the reason obvious?" After searching for a body, Maika walked around the car, crouched down and searched for another, and said, "You said you needed a carriage, and I got one for you, it's as simple as that."

"Do you have to kill someone to build a carriage?" Brandi couldn't help but raise his voice, "I don't say that you use the way of robbery along the road to get a car, after all, this is the fastest way at the moment, but you can completely scare these two people away, or to the extreme, it's okay to knock them out, why kill them?"

In terms of the number of killings alone, although Brandi has been mixed for a short time, he has already killed a lot of people, and he can no longer be regarded as a good person, but he thinks that except for the fact that he killed nearly ten unsuspecting Cornwall hired gunmen with his own hands with explosives, which is a little unauthentic, the other people he killed are either gang members or cult members, in short, they are all evil people, and there will be no psychological burden at all to kill.

However, it was only two ordinary local residents who suffered today, and although the gun was fired by Maika, Brandi still felt that his conscience had been greatly condemned, which is why he couldn't help but blame Maika.

"Oh, our little bounty hunter has started defending the law?" Mika said with a disgusting smile.

"I just don't think there's any need to kill." Brandi ignored the sarcasm in Mika's words and said.

"Not necessary?" After searching the second body, Maika climbed into the carriage and said, "Do you know what we should be most afraid of? A target who has the ability to resist? Heavily armed cops? No, my young brother, what we outlaws should fear most is eyewitnesses, and no matter how swift and subtle your methods may be, as long as one person, only one person notices, he will most likely go to the sheriff to identify you, and I don't need to say much about what is going on, I think you should know what is going on."

Maika sat down in the carriage and continued, "As for what happened just now, if you let them go according to your idea, or knock them unconscious, they may come to the town to denounce us anyway, but the dead people will not open their mouths to tell the police that we robbed the carriage, so killing them is the best option."

At this point, he also pointed to the repeating rifles in the hands of the two dead men, and said, "Moreover, you didn't see it just now, these two men aimed their rifles at me without drawing their guns, and if it weren't for my quick hands, we would both have capsized in this gutter, in other words, I shot in self-defense, and killed people in self-defense, which is completely reasonable and legal. How's that, Moral Guardian? Now what else do you want to say?"

Brandi really can't say anything now, because no matter what, what Mika says is the truth, and at any time, facts always speak louder than words, even if the logic in it is extremely problematic from the perspective of the modern age, but, in this day and age, those logic is damn correct, and Brandi has no reason, let alone a position to accuse it.

After all, standing

Criticizing and criticizing the backward thinking of people at a certain historical juncture in the past from the commanding heights of history is a more rogue act than kidnapping others from the commanding heights of morality.

"Looks like my words have touched your soul," Mika said, holding the reins, "I still have a place here, do I want to come up?"

"No, I feel much more comfortable on horseback than in the seats on the bus now." Brandi declined Maika's invitation and followed Maika towards the Watson cabin, thinking, "I'm sorry, but that's all I have for now, two unknown gentlemen, if I meet your two relatives in the future, I will make amends."

It didn't take long for the two to return to the Watson cabin.

And this time, there was a faint quarrel from inside the wooden house.

"I don't know who is dumber, you, Ethan, Edgar, or Ezra!"

"Didn't I tell you, Mom? We'll find you a new place where you can do whatever you want! We're not short of money......

"I don't want a new place, I have everything here! How many times have I said that, Elijah? Shut your mouth, or I'll never open your mouth!"

Outside the door, Maika listened to the quarrel in the house for a while, and said to Brandi, "It sounds like the Watson family is here, I said a long time ago, it's better to start earlier, it's not easy to do now, what do you say."

"Even if we do it earlier, the rest of the Watson family will still come, and it's not something we can change," Brandi said, pushing Micka's back and saying, "Go ahead, say hello to them, aren't you quite familiar with them?"

"I've only heard of them, and I don't know them well," Mika protested, "and why did you let me go?"

"Don't you know what I'm going to do?" Brandi nudged Mika again and said, "Hurry up, don't grind."

"I'm convinced," Mika said impatiently as she dodged Brandy's hand, "and next time something like this happens, don't get involved with me again."

Maika approached the hut as the quarrel subsided.

"Is Grandma Watson here?" Mika rudely knocked on the door and shouted.

Before he could react, the door of the wooden house was suddenly slammed open from the inside, and Maika couldn't dodge and was knocked to the ground.

Almost at the same time, Grandma Watson shouted from the cabin, "It's him, it's him!" Kill him, children!"

A large, bearded man burst out of the house with a repeating rifle, aiming the muzzle at Mika's head.

Suddenly, he snorted in pain, the gun slipped from his hand, and his hand slowly retreated as he clutched his blood-stained abdomen.

Maika raised her revolver and duly shot the wobbly man in the head, and the man immediately stiffened and fell to the ground like a stone sculpture that had lost its pedestal.

"No! My child!" From inside the room came the old lady's pig-killing shout, "Kill this bastard! I'm going to urinate on his bloody corpse!"

Maika looked at it, and saw that there were three strong figures in the room who were rushing towards him with guns, and immediately rolled down the steps, and it was a trivial matter to be embarrassed, and if he was restrained by these fellows, the end would only be worse than the old woman's words.

Brandi also pulled out his revolver and shot at the guys who obviously didn't want to talk.

Brandi knew that if he faced these gunmen alone in his current state, he would have to work hard, but now, with Maika attracting their hatred and putting a cold gun in the back, he even had a sense of ease.

It took less than half a minute, and the remaining three big men were knocked to the ground by Micah and Brandy, Micah had two guns in his hands, and his face was full of smirk, obviously he was really angry, he was about to break into the house and pull the old woman out, but he didn't expect Grandma Watson to suddenly crash out of the house, and knocked Mica aside, and she herself scolded and scolded, and ran towards the donkey who was scared by the sound of the gunfire without looking back.

"Okay, you old thing, you want to run?" Mica grinned and got up from the ground, raising his gun to shoot

。

Suddenly, a stone hit him on the wrist, and Maika was in pain, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the gun fell to the ground.

"What are you doing?" Maika looked at Brandi with some anger.

Brandi had already pulled out the noose and said, "Leave it alive."

Grandma Watson looked old and immobile, but if she did run, she was not slow, and when Micah and Brandy had a brief argument, she had already run to the donkey, and hurriedly stepped on the donkey's back, forgetting that the reins were tied to the fence.

Just as she was scrambling to deal with the damn reins, Brandy's lasso arrived. In fact, without the problem of this rein, Grandma Watson would not be able to escape, because Brandy had already locked on her, and was even ready to go on the horse to pursue.

The lasso was firmly around Grandma Watson's neck, and with the strength of the old lady's struggle, it didn't take much effort to tear Grandma Watson off her horse.

Originally, Brandi was worried about whether he would break Grandma Watson's neck this time, but when he heard Grandma Watson lying on the ground still scolding and swearing, Brandi dispelled this worry.

"You scoundrels! Devil!" Grandma Watson writhed on the ground and cursed viciously, "How dare you do such a thing! I'm going to screw your heads off!"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't get excited, granny," a familiar young face appeared in Grandma Watson's vision, "We still have something to talk to you about, but before we do, I think we'd better move somewhere else that's comfortable." With that, Grandma Watson felt the world spin around, and when she could react, she found herself being carried over her shoulders towards the wooden house where her son's body lay on it.

In the cabin, Grandma Watson lay on her chaise longue with her hands and feet bound by tough ropes, and the bodies in the house had been removed, while the two culprits sat and stood across from her, staring at her with expressionless expressions, as if nothing had happened.

"You damn bastards!" Grandma Watson is still out, "You can ask any question, but I won't tell you a word!"

"Oh? Really?" Brandi smiled and looked at the old woman in front of her, "Are you sure you won't say anything?"

Grandma Watson didn't say anything, and twisted her head, looking like she would rather die than give in.

Brandi deliberately made a nerve-wracking expression and said, "This old lady doesn't seem to be very cooperative, you say, what should I do?"

"It's simple, if only she couldn't refuse." Maika motioned for Brandi to move Grandma Watson to the door, and he himself turned and walked out of the house with a breezy face.

Brandi glanced at Grandma Watson with a little pity, and said nothing, and carried the old lady to the door of the cabin with the chaise longue she was sitting on.

"Hey! Old thing!" At this point, Maika stood by the pile of corpses piled up by the bodies of Grandma Watson's four sons, holding an unlit Molotov cocktail, shaking it and shouting, "Do you know what I have in my hands?"

Grandma Watson, even if she had a problem with her eyes, could guess what the bottle was, which was a little vague in her eyes.

"You bastard! What do you want? Put that thing down!" Her voice trembled.

"It seems that you are not old fool," Mika laughed, looking harmless to humans and animals, but with words that sounded cruel and evil to Grandma Watson, "Listen, old thing, if you insist on not answering our questions, your dear sons will be charred in your eyes one by one."

"Oh, believe me, ma'am, you don't want to see that," Brandy whispered to Grandma Watson's ear, "but rest assured, this friend of mine is a great hand at cremating corpses, and is sure to keep your sons scorched and fragrant, and to make your gray wolf, grizzly bear, and cougar neighbors unforgettable."

What he saw and what he heard gradually shook the psychological defense of this old man, and his eyes also revealed the color of fear

Color.

"Hurry up and decide," Brandi's voice floated like a ghost, "this friend of mine doesn't have much patience."

"Still don't want to say it?" At this point, Maika took a matchbox out of her pocket, struck a match slowly, slowly lit the cloth that used the mouth of the Molotov cocktail as a lead, and said, "You have three seconds to make a choice, old fellow, imagine the scene of your son bursting with flames, it must be unforgettable, won't it?" And if you have the chance to watch it four times in a row, I think you'd better keep your mouth shut because it's a rare opportunity."

"Three." Maika began to count down slowly.

"Two." Maika kicked a corpse aside with her foot, distinguishing it from the others.

"One." Maika lifted the Molotov cocktail, ready to smash it against the stout corpse.

"Wait!" Grandma Watson finally let out a scream, "Stop, don't do this, please, for God's sake, I'll say whatever you ask."

"Tsk," said Maika, glancing at the old lady with some disappointment, casually extinguishing the burning strip of cloth at the mouth of the Molotov cocktail, "what a pity, isn't it?"

"I'm glad you made the right choice, ma'am," Brandi said with a slight smile, "and how about we go back to the house and talk about it?"

The sun was setting in the west, and the three of them sat in the hut as before.

"Alright, Mrs. Watson, I think we can finally sit down and talk." Brandi looked kind, as if the previous series of atrocities had nothing to do with him.

Grandma Watson didn't speak, just looked at the two men in front of her with hatred.

"First of all," Brandi said, pulling a Browning M1900 out of his pocket, "where did you get this?"

"We have our own news network, young man," Grandma Watson said, pouting, "and there's no news in this area that we don't know."

"I know, I've heard a little bit about you, but that's not what we want to know," Brandi said, putting the pistol back in his trouser pocket, "I'll be more precise, were this, and the new firearms you have in your basement, stolen near Fort Riggs three or four days ago?"

Grandma Watson was a little surprised: "How do you know so much?"

"Because that's our goods, you old ***," Mika said angrily, "If it weren't for you, I would be enjoying wine and women in Strawberry Town right now, and that alone would have burned all five of you to the ground."

"Rest easy, Maika," Brandi interrupted Maika's grumbling and asked Grandma Watson, "I don't think you can take these things with those boys of yours, in other words, you must have partners who can tell us who they are and where they are now?"

"I have to say, young man, you have the wisdom of the devil," Grandma Watson looked at Brandi with a little more fear in her eyes, she subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said, "You're right, we do have partners, they are a group of Irishmen, it is said that they used to have a great reputation in New Austin and Blackwater, but in recent years they seem to have been active mainly in the prairies of New Hanover and the mountains of Ambarino, and not long ago, they came to the vicinity of Strawberry Town, and occupied the largest pasture in the area— Weeping dog ranch and came to visit us for cooperation."

"We agreed to their invitation to cooperate, and since then, we have been responsible for providing them with valuable targets, and they have been responsible for robbery, and we have taken three and seven for what they have obtained, and we have taken three and they have taken seven, and this has been done more than ten times, and this is the most recent one."

With that, Grandma Watson gasped as if she had unloaded her burden, and cold sweat soaked her back, and she must have been very impressed by the Irish.

"Irish? Weeping dog ranch?" Brandi was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Ha, yes, it seems that there will be no one else besides them."

"You seem to already know something." Maika looked at Bran

Advance.

"It's our old friend, Odrysco," Brandi said, standing up, "who else could there be but New Austin and Blackwater, who else was active in New Austin and Blackwater, and was he a Irishman?"

"Are they strong in combat?" Maika wondered.

"Don't compare ourselves to them, in the eyes of the average person, they are still very powerful," Brandi said as he walked into the back room, "Let's take a hand, there are a lot of good things down there, don't take this opportunity to get some more, and if you want it later, it will cost money."

In the contract signed by Hosea and the owner of the gun shop, there was such a clause that the gang members only needed to pay the cost price to replenish the guns and ammunition in the store, although the store did not make the gang's money, but the gang members still had to pay for it after all, so Maika did not hesitate and immediately ran to help carry the weapons and ammunition.

It took about half an hour for all the guns in the basement to be loaded onto the wagon that was supposed to transport fruits and vegetables, and Brandi and Maika got a new set of equipment and enough ammunition for their own use.

However, because of personal preference, Brandi did not choose the strange-looking Bochart C93 in his opinion, and Micah did not choose the bulky Mauser C96, but the Browning M1900 did not let go of either of them, obviously, whether it is Micah who evaluates it from the practicality of the gun, or Brandi, who looks at it from a historical perspective, will not turn a blind eye to it.

"It's really rewarding, if it weren't for the fact that these are goods to be used to make money, I would have wanted to pull them back to the gang directly, and Dutch would have been very satisfied with such a big gift," Maika loaded the last wooden box into the carriage, clapped his hands, and said, "By the way, what do you do with this old guy?"

"She? She's useless," said Brandi, glancing at the old lady in the room, "don't worry about her, let her fend for herself, for she's paid enough for this shipment."

"Okay, listen to you," Mika said with a cold smile, "If it were me, I wouldn't let her end well."

"Hey, do you hear that, old thing?" Maika climbed into the carriage and shouted to Grandma Watson, who was still tied up in the house, "Look at the bloody faces of your dead sons like this, and sleep next to their corpses, you will definitely feel different, enjoy it!" Hahahaha......"

As the sun set on, a carriage and two horses headed along the orange-red road towards the beautiful town not far to the south.

As the sun faded and night fell, the grasslands and forests were plunged into darkness, except for the pasture called "Weeping Dog", which sits between the grasslands and the forests, and the sporadic lights.

In the ranch, a group of cowboys dressed in scruffy scarves or green vests surrounded a rickety, sweaty old lady and listened to her expressionlessly.

"You're saying that because of the previous vote, two people came to the door and wanted to trouble us, right?" Among the scruffy cowboys, a fat, bearded man asked in a thick Irish accent of English.

"It's true." The flickering lights of the oil lamp reflected Grandma Watson's face, and no one knew how an old man of her age had broken free from the ropes to get here, but looking at her tired and sweaty face, and the faintly visible red and purple blood marks on her wrists, it must have been an unimaginable hardship to get here.

"So you told them about us?" Another voice rang out, with a hint of anger.

"It's a betrayal, you've broken your promise with us."

"You know exactly what the betrayal will do, right? Do you want to be reunited with your child as soon as possible?"

The cowboys surrounding the old man made a lot of trouble, looking like they would not stop if they didn't crush the old man's bones and ashes.

"All right," said the fat Irishman who had spoken at first, and the other cowboys around him immediately shut up, and the Irishman waved his hand and said, "Butch, go and arrange a place for her, and as for the troublemakers......

He thought for a moment, then randomly named two people, and said, "The others dispersed first, Finn

Liam, you two come here, I have a new mission for you, and it may be hard for you later, because you have to go to Strawberry Town overnight."

"Not hard, sir," said a young Irishman, "we are the best at dealing with such blind creatures."