"Ducky, come and see who we've caught." The man said.

Then, a calm voice came from outside the house.

"Haha, I said my plan would work, except for his weapons, Fantesi." Ducky said.

"Good!" Fantesi unloaded John's pistol belt and searched him again, finding a heavy nugget of gold.

"You've fallen into a trap, boy." Fantsi said with a smirk.

Ducky walked in on the floor: "Hello! Earl Bennett, the only survivor of the three brothers, I think I should call you Thief Bennett - you stole my gold, and I am always told that when a man has money in his pocket, he begins to appreciate peace. Have you figured out what you're doing with my money? Earl. ”

"I'm not Earl Bennett!" After being removed, Fantesi's strong arms wrapped around John, making him incapable of resisting.

"Qubbling won't do you any good." Fantsi's nose snorted heavily.

"Take us to the gold bars that your friend McCab has hidden, and I'll spare your life and take part in our share." Ducky stepped forward.

"I don't know!" John shouted.

"There's a way to get you to talk."

Ducky rolled his eyes and sneered, slapped John, and then slammed his elbow down on John's skull, blood slowly flowed down from John's nostrils, and his face suddenly turned purple, like a cloud of black mold growing on yellow wheat bread.

"Fantesi, take him out and let the gang members take turns humiliating him, maybe this guy will speak." Ducky said coldly.

This is the second time that John has been tied up like this, the first time by the Pioneers led by Joshua Finger, and this time by the strong man named Fantesi, who has the thick arms of a bull and looks like a capable thug.

Fantesey carried John on his shoulder, followed Ducky out the door, through the dense bushes to an open field, because he was carried, the nosebleed backwards into John's eyes, that Ducky was not small, just like that, John's eyes were blank of consciousness of Venus, he could still vaguely see the light shaped like a campfire from his blood-dripping eyes, and heard the chatter and ridicule of people around him, about a dozen people, is this the "gang" in Ducky's mouth?

"Alright, quiet!" Ducky stomped his heel vigorously, "You're in front of Earl Bennett, the infamous eldest of the three brothers, who knows where the treasure is, and before that I gave him a small favor just to fish him into our bucket." ”

Ducky changed his position and continued: "The reason why I dare to throw gold in the wilderness is because I know that a man who is desperate for money will not give up a penny, as Father Thomas often tells us: I can't let a child trap a wolf." As soon as he finished speaking, Thomas, who was sitting on a fallen log, stood up, and John turned his eyes to look at him, it was actually the Mexican he saw in the foothills yesterday, and it turned out that he was Thomas!

"Damn it, this bitch liar!" John cursed inwardly.

"Who's going to come first? Let this bastard tell the truth, whatever you do, don't kill him. Here Ducky spoke again, as if he was making a testimony in court, John hated grinding in his heart, and the western cowboy wanted to kill or rip, so why not say more.

A fat woman agreed and stood up. John rolled his eyes,, what a positive, women's methods are notoriously cruel. The woman twisted her bloated body and walked up to John, calling out in her characteristic voice.

"I'm going to get his clothes off, tease him as much as he wants, have fun with him, and when he lies on the ground like a boneless mud, I'll pull off his stuff and throw it in today's stew, ahhhh The woman sang and danced with joy and made a face at John, much to the applause of the gang members.

John thought to himself what kind of operation this is, it's disgusting! If he was alone with this woman, he would rather have her disemboweled than have her come any closer.

"Miss Catherine, you have not disappointed everyone, the Van der Linde gang need such a new idea and energy, Tarn! Bring me a dagger, Catherine is going to show off her 'cooking'. ”

A young man of eighteen or nineteen stood up, but instead of having a face full of provocative joy, he nodded his head vigorously and said to Ducky in a very tactful tone: "What if we misunderstand him, then we will kill an innocent man." ”

Van der Linde fell silent, and someone began to glance at Tarn, and Catherine crossed her hands and her mouth tilted to one side, rolling her eyes from time to time to reveal her pearly white eyeballs.

Still the leader, Ducky realized that Tarn's words had seriously affected the active atmosphere of the gang, so he squeezed out a smile from his straight face and said, "It seems that our little Tarn still hasn't trained his courage, so Mr. Stable, please replace him and bring the dagger over there!"

The stableman came with a dagger, and before John could see him, he recognized him.

"John? John! It's you!"

Who else could this be Miller's voice?

"Mr. van der Linde, this is what I often tell you about my brother, John Coster, we are both down-and-out men, chased all over the world by Detective Pinkerton."

Under the light of the fire, Ducky's face stretched so long: "Damn! Caught the wrong person. Mr. Coaster, I present my greatest apologies, if you are a friend of the Miller brothers, we can provide you with temporary asylum, as we are also on Detective Pinkerton's wanted list. ”

John nodded, he knew that Dudge was so cheerfully promising something to hide his embarrassment, but those promises were also needed by John - he couldn't go it alone anymore!

"Beth, Catherine, Ella, take care of Brother John!" Ducky commanded.

John washed his face in the basin that Ella had brought, and smiled when he saw the handsome western cowboy back in the reflection of the water. After resting for a while, Miller came over to catch up, and Miller told John that after they were separated, it was the Vanderlinde gang who had saved him from the Lemone Marauders, and Miller immediately decided to join the gang, but because Miller was a newcomer, Ducky only let him do the work of feeding the horses...... Losing contact with his good brother and not being taken seriously in the gang have made Miller depressed lately, but fortunately John showed up in time, maybe this good gunman can become the main force of the Vanderlinde gang in the future, and Miller can also get some credit.

"John, you have a good night's rest, and I'll talk to you about something tomorrow." When Ducky saw John and Miller talking happily, he gradually relaxed his guard and treated John kindly......