Danny pressed on Chen Jianqiu's body like a mountain, he pressed his head against the Chinese under him, used his weight to suppress it, and touched the gun at his waist with his other hand.

Chen Jianqiu landed on his back, and his chest felt like he had eaten a sledgehammer. He saw Danny touch the gun, grabbed Danny's head with his left hand, and swung his right elbow at the back of his head.

This elbow smashed on the back of Danny's head like a wrench, this time it is not dark, if it were an ordinary person, he would have already passed out, and if it was serious, he might only be able to move above the neck for the rest of his life.

However, Danny's eyes were dark, and he felt a little dizzy in front of him, and he shook his golden retriever head.

Chen Jianqiu took the opportunity to pull out his foot, flew up, and kicked away the gun that had been pulled out of Danny's hand.

Taking advantage of Danny's trance, he adjusted his body, locked his legs around the sheriff's waist, and reached for the revolver around his waist.

Unexpectedly, Danny had recovered, and he noticed Chen Jianqiu's movements, and his strong arm clasped his hand.

He was going to break Chen Jianqiu's fingers one by one.

Chen Jianqiu's right hand was wrestling with the sheriff, and his left hand was not idle, punching him to the temple.

The sheriff was punched twice, and his eyes began to appear again, and he had to raise his other hand to protect his head.

The wrestling of the right hand entered the most critical stage.

Sweat flowed down Chen Jianqiu's forehead.

He gritted his teeth, the green tendons on his neck burst out, and Danny on him was no better, his face flushed,

The man was as strong as a bear, and he had to either pull out a gun and point it at his head, or he had to distance himself as quickly as possible.

"Click."

The revolver in Chen Jianqiu's hand could no longer withstand the strength of the two, and the bullet nest flew out, and the bullet fell to the ground.

He let go of his hand, threw his neck back, and slammed a headbutt into the sheriff's face.

Danny's head had been hit hard in a short period of time, and a large opening had opened in the corner of his eyebrows, and blood was pouring out of the wound, staining his face.

This makes him look a little hideous.

To prevent another blow to his head, his head arched in like a bull.

Chen Jianqiu had already left his hands free at this time, and he tried to wrap one arm around the sheriff's neck, making him immediately lose his combat strength.

But he was surprised to find that Danny's neck was short and thick, and with the muscles of his back, he couldn't get it for a while.

The bloodied sheriff roared again, and actually stood up, his arms firmly wrapped around Chen Jianqiu's legs, picked up the Chinese wrapped around him high, and threw him to the ground with force.

Chen Jianqiu saw that the situation was not good, if he fell, his spine would have to be broken.

In desperation, he gave Danny another elbow to the back of his head.

This time, blood flowed from the sheriff's nose, and he lowered his head, grabbed Chen Jianqiu and rushed forward.

"Whoa!"

The two rushed into the alley opposite the hotel and together collided with a horse-drawn carriage parked there.

The carriage was smashed apart, and both wheels rolled to the side.

Fortunately, the rails of the carriage had been untied and the horses had been brought into the stables, otherwise the two horses would have suffered.

There was another cloud of dust on the ground.

Danny stood up from the rubble, the light shining in from the alleyway illuminating his face.

It's all blood.

And on the opposite side of him, Chen Jianqiu had already taken the opportunity to distance himself from him.

With a hint of blood in his throat, he took a deep breath and pressed it down.

He had an extra dagger in his hand.

Sergeant Danny, on the other hand, walked over to the carriage that had been knocked apart, grabbed the door of the carriage with both hands, and with one force, unloaded the whole door, and held it in his hand like a shield.

His face, also illuminated by the light of the alleyway, was half bright and half shadowy.

"Are you still fighting?" Chen Jianqiu didn't want to explain anything at all now, he felt that the person in front of him had some problems with his brain, and the anger of an honest man was really terrible, even if he left some hands just now, he would have to be killed on the street.

Now unless her wife comes and grabs him at once, or subdues this man, this person will not hear anything.

But then again, where is Teresa?

Teresa was also in a hurry, and she watched as her husband and the savior crashed out of the door together, and they were in a mess.

"Danny! Don't do it! They saved me! She shouted into the street.

But her husband turned a deaf ear, and his mind was full of trying to tear the kidnapper of his wife to shreds.

She rushed up to pull the rack, but was stopped by Adam:

"You can't stop these two people from fighting."

Teresa didn't care about this, she turned around, and was about to rush in the direction of the two of them. But a voice sounded behind her.

"No one is allowed to move! Whoever of you moves me will kill him!" ”

Hanif pointed a gun at Holmes's head, and the geologist looked helpless.

Except for the three people who knew him, everyone else present looked at him with a puzzled expression, including Teresa at the door.

……

At the entrance of Phelps Manor, Clark looked at the corpses and bullet holes of the manor.

The gates of the manor had been smashed to pieces, and the corpses lying on the ground were mostly members of the Phelps family.

The houses behind the main building were already burning with blazing flames, and the light of the fire reflected half of the night sky of the manor, shining on Clark's face, making him feel very comfortable.

Fred Phelps, you're finished,, you're finally finished.

He was excited to do a dance at the gate of the manor, but a mounted policeman came out of the three-story building and came up to him:

"Mr. Rackfield, Officer Fultz called you in."

Clark straightened his clothes, put on a worried look, and followed the Mounties into the house.

He was taken to the bedroom on the second floor, where the door had been smashed open, the mirrors on the wall had been shattered, the furniture had fallen to the floor, and the household items were scattered all over the place.

The daughters of the Phelps family were locked in a room opposite, and let out heart-rending wails.

And in the bedroom, Fred Phelps and his two sons were tied up and kneeling on the ground.

Fultz stood by the window with his hands behind his back, a piece of paper in his hand.

"Where are those four people?" Fultz's voice was somber.

"I don't know which four of you are talking about." Fred lowered his head with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, "Fultz, I heard that you are the most righteous person in Colorado, is she the most righteous murderer?" ”

"Where are those guys?" Fultz repeated his words.

Fred noticed someone standing in the bedroom doorway, and he looked up and saw Clark's face.

He looked at the piece of paper in Fultz's hand again, suddenly understood something, and laughed out loud.

"Clark, it turned out to be you, I should have thought it was you, I naively thought you would be willing to be peaceful."

Clark's face didn't change in the slightest, he grabbed Fred by the collar and yelled, "Tell me, where are those wanted criminals!" ”

Fred just kept laughing maniacally, ignoring Clark's question.

"Bang."

His head blossomed, and it was Fultz who fired the shot.

The mounted police around them were a little surprised, this commander had become a different person since he had returned from the valley last time, and he had become a stranger to them.

When Clark saw his opponent killed, he was ecstatic in his heart, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

But before the arc was formed, it came to an abrupt end.

Because, his head was held to the top of a gun.

Fultz leaned into his ear, and his voice was like a life: "I actually know what tricks you are playing, but I don't care, I only care about one thing now, those people, where are they?" ”

Clark felt his heart go into arrest, and he hurriedly said, "I just received the news that they may be in Pitkinshire. ”

Fultz set off with his mounted policemen, and they went out of the estate. The three-story building also began to sink into flames.

Clark led his cowboys at the front, Fultz's Mounties followed, and at the back of the line, a carriage.

On top of the carriage was a brand-new multi-barreled weapon, the Grimm Cannon, also known as the Gatling Gun.