Fred sat on the couch while playing with his snuffbox, not wanting Danny to sit down.

"Fred, my wife has been kidnapped!" Sergeant Danny stared at the man on the couch.

"Oh?" Fred raised an eyebrow, "Who did that?" ”

The sheriff's patience reached a certain limit, and the knuckles on his hands "clucked".

Fred looked up and glanced at him, "You don't think we did it, do you?" ”

The sheriff was silent.

Fred stood up and walked over to the fireplace, and he flicked the wood in the stove, without looking back:

"We didn't do it, you go ask Clark,"

The sheriff turned his back and was about to walk out of the door when Fred's voice came from behind:

"Danny, don't forget what we brought you in the first place, and don't forget how your previous sheriff died. Don't forget who sheltered you from here when you fled here. ”

"Anyway, don't try to upset Pitkin's balance." Fred said what he wanted to say in the end.

The sheriff couldn't hold back any longer, and he kicked over the table in front of the couch.

"That's my wife! Fred! My wife! Got it! He yelled at Fred.

Fred didn't speak, in his eyes, this sheriff was nothing compared to his money-making business, let alone his wife.

He didn't want to go to war with Clark now, let alone fight him to the death, that man was a madman, and he just wanted to be in a safe corner of Pitckin.

The sheriff is dead, and another one is it.

He made a send-off gesture, and the attendant at the door opened the door.

……

Chen Jianqiu and his entourage arrived at Pitkin in the evening.

At this moment, he was not in a hurry to enter the town, and chose to camp outside the town.

Adam was now rummaging through his saddlebag like no one, trying to find a bottle of wine to come out.

Chen Jianqiu planned to ask Sean to go to the town in the evening to investigate the situation, and then make the next step.

He looked out at the corn patrolling the sky not far away.

The "reconnaissance plane" was flying around the town, vigilantly observing every move in the vicinity of the town.

Suddenly, the corn swerved and flew in a direction outside the town.

"There is a situation!"

Chen Jianqiu flew on his horse, Flying Bird and Adam followed, and Sean hurriedly followed behind with a piece of jerky in his mouth.

They rounded the town and galloped in the direction of the corn.

Near a river, Chen Jianqiu, who was at the front of the team, finally saw the target that the corn was targeting.

Four cowboys, on horseback, were galloping along the riverbank, toward the south.

They wore clothes of the same color and style as themselves, and a man was tied to the back of a horse at the back.

"Is it Holmes?" Asuka asked behind him.

"No, there are four people on the other side, but they shouldn't be good people, either bounty hunters or kidnappers, drawing guns and preparing for war."

Chen Jianqiu's horse now has two long guns, one is the shotgun that Browning changed for him before, and the other is the Springfield M1873 carbine he picked up on the cowboys in the market town not long ago, and Clark doesn't know where to get the army goods for his cowboys.

It's a single shot, but it's very powerful and accurate.

Chen Jianqiu pulled out his gun, took out a bullet from the cartridge belt, and pressed it into the magazine.

The cowboys in front apparently noticed the pursuers behind them as well, and they were dressed in a very similar way.

Don't look at it, the main owner has caught up.

The four horses parted at once, two to the east, and two with hostages continued south along the river.

The men on the two horses, who had turned the corner, began to raise their guns and shoot at the pursuers behind them.

"Bang" two gunshots, Chen Jianqiu and a few people hurriedly bent down, listening to the bullets breaking through the air around them.

Hitting a target at high speed requires not only skill but also a certain amount of luck.

Chen Jianqiu raised the gun in his hand, he calmed down, and entered the state that seemed to slow down again.

A shot was fired, and one of the two horses in front of him fell from his horse, while the other was shot down by Adam.

The two people who were originally responsible for attracting fire and diverting the pursuers were killed instantly, and the plan on the opposite side went bankrupt.

The horses kept going, and the four horses chased the two horses down the river, getting closer and closer.

Chen Jianqiu raised his gun again, and he aimed at the horse that was holding the hostages.

He tried to get into that state again.

The heartbeat slows, the breathing slows, the movement on the opposite side slows down, and the target's body rises and falls as the horse runs, and the movement becomes slower and slower......

Just as he was about to take aim, about to pull the trigger, he suddenly felt a dizziness in his head.

The feeling is gone.

Chen Jianqiu lowered the muzzle of the gun, his legs clamped tightly on the black radish, controlling the muscles of his body to prevent himself from falling.

He adjusted his posture and raised his gun again.

Adjust your breathing, focus, focus......

Time slowed down again, but it was shorter than the last time, and he couldn't lock on to the man right away.

Adam's gun went off again, and the cowboy on the other horse lay on his back and fell to the ground.

Asuka and Sean's guns rang off at the same time, but neither hit.

The cowboy in front of him was stunned when he saw that he was the only one left, and he turned around to untie the rope of the hostage, ready to throw it on the ground.

"Relax your body, be confident, and listen to the breath of that gun in your hand." Adam suddenly came up with a mysterious sentence in the back.

Chen Jianqiu took a deep breath, and he no longer tried to turn off his other senses.

"Open ~~gun~~ah~~, old~~big~~" Sean's voice came to his ears, as well as the sound of the bolt colliding as he reloaded.

He relocked the cowboy who was untying the rope and pulled the trigger.

"Bang~"

A splash of blood splattered on the cowboy's head, and he fell straight on his back.

The recoil of this gun was extremely strong, and the butt of the gun forced Chen Jianqiu's shoulder socket to tilt back.

Chen Jianqiu put down the gun, and for the first time after crossing, he felt like he had collapsed.

The cowboy who was hit was killed instantly, but his feet were still in the stirrups, and the horse dragged the cowboy's corpse like crazy.

The rope on the hostage's body was loose, and he was about to fall off his horse.

Chen Jianqiu came back to his senses, stuffed the gun into the holster on the horse, and sandwiched the belly of the black radish between his legs.

The black carrot rushed forward, accelerated in an instant, rushed out of formation, and rushed like a bolt of lightning towards the mad horse.

Just as the hostages rolled off the horse, the black radish swept by, and Chen Jianqiu, who was on the horse, leaned out, stretched his arms lightly, and scooped up the hostage who had scared off half of his life.

The body of the cowboy who was dragged rolled down the grass, pressing a grass mark.

The crazy horse ran away without a trace.

Chen Jianqiu helped the hostage to the horse.

Only then did he realize that the hostage turned out to be an old woman.

Chen Jianqiu stopped the black radish, turned over and dismounted, helped the old woman off the horse, and untied the rope that tied her and the cloth on her eyes.

But he didn't see the panicked eyes.

The old woman looked at him calmly like an old argali.

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