The night in the Western Wastelands doesn't always have a moon.

At this time, at the entrance to the mine, several torches provide a limited range of illumination, and beyond the range, it is pitch black.

Suddenly, from the darkness came the sound of horses' hooves and the "jingle of bells" of glass bottles.

A carriage and several horses approached the mine's gates.

"Open the door! Open the door! ”

The gatekeeper was the same as yesterday, and he picked up the torch as usual and walked lazily to the door.

At the front was a carriage with Santos and a coachman in the driver's seat.

"Oh, it's you again." The guards didn't bother to lift their eyelids, "Where's your horse?" Got killed while on the job? ”

Santos didn't speak, his eyes rolling.

The guards felt a little strange, this thing has always been known for its foul mouth, why was he teased by himself today, and for the first time, he didn't ridicule each other?

He raised his torch.

The torches were illuminated in a limited area, and the men on the horses behind them could be faintly seen through the light of the fire, and they were also silent, their hats hanging low, and their faces could not be seen clearly.

The guard took the torch and walked to the back of the carriage.

He was going to check what was behind the carriage.

The bird on the horse, his hand had slowly touched his waist; Not far away, on the top of the mountain, Lotzen also pulled his finger on the trigger, ready to fire at any moment.

Visibility at night was poor, and the Indian warriors next to her, each of them had already locked on a watchtower in advance, and opened fire whenever there was movement below.

The guard walked around to the back of the shed, grabbed the torch closer, and bent down to check.

A hand came out of it, holding a bottle of wine.

The guard's eyes straightened when he saw the wine, and he snatched the bottle and craned his neck to take a sip.

Excellent whiskey.

"Hey, yes, you can get whiskey that tastes so good, I thought there was only moonshine mixed with water in this place." The guard smashed his mouth.

"Brothers, you've got some good wine to drink tonight!" He shouted in the direction of the door.

Several more bottles of wine were handed out of the car.

The gate was opened, and several gang members rushed out inside, and they all ran to the guards to get wine.

No one noticed, and the carriage and several horses had slowly driven into the gates of the stronghold.

After passing through the long passage, Santos was still looking around.

The barrel of the gun at his waist suddenly pushed a few centimeters into his flesh, and Chen Jianqiu's voice reached his ears.

"If you don't want to be sieveed by Gatling on the other side with me, you'd better not move."

Gatling's shooter watched as the carriage drove past him.

He actually didn't understand why old Hernandez had to keep himself guarding this Gatling, how could he come and attack the stronghold without opening his eyes on this big night.

Patrol or Army? Their minds were on guarding against the Indians. As for the Indians, come on, with their weapons, the mountain pass will not be able to enter.

After that Gatling, and beyond that is the mine.

There was an unlit stretch of road from the entrance to the cave, and the wagon drove slowly to prevent the wheels from knocking into the ground and the stones from overturning.

Asuka and a few Indian warriors on horseback dismounted, and they crept into the lighted house.

Santos saw the two men on duty at the entrance of the mine from a distance, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

These two men are his subordinates, and when they were at the end of the world at the U.S.-Mexico border, he gave them a code code in case of danger.

As long as these two people are clever enough and fast enough, they will kill the coachman next to them first, and they may have a chance to escape.

And the gang in the carriage must have died here.

Santos smiled in the dark.

He no longer moved, leaned back on the carriage, and waited quietly for the moment to come.

However, a rope slammed into his neck, and his body fell backwards in an instant.

Santos felt suffocated instantly, he tried desperately to struggle, but his body was firmly controlled by the coachman next to him,

His back was clinging to the plank back of the carriage seat, and he couldn't move his hands or feet.

The coachman locked him in as he drove the carriage forward, and the rope in his hand tightened as the big man who came out of the back of the carriage tightened his rope.

Santos's consciousness began to blur, and his resistance became weaker and weaker.

His eyes burst out and he looked at the night sky in horror, but it was pitch black.

His world soon fell into eternal darkness.

Chen Jianqiu patted Danny's exposed forearm to signal that Santos was out of breath, and Danny put away the rope and retreated back into the carriage.

This man's strength is even unbearable for him, let alone a Mexican who is controlled by himself.

Chen Jianqiu picked up Santos's body, closed his eyes for him, rested his head behind him, and covered his face with his hat.

Behind him, Danny handed over a bottle of wine, and he uncorked the bottle of wine, revealing some of the wine on his corpse.

The carriage approached the mine.

The two guards saw a man lying on the horse, and from the outfit of his clothes, it was their old boss Santos.

"What's wrong with him?" One of the guards asked, a pungent smell of alcohol waving over his face.

"Drink too much." Chen Jianqiu replied, he lowered his head, and the fire could not shine on his face.

He took two bottles of whiskey from behind him and handed them to the two guards.

The two men apparently couldn't resist the temptation of two bottles of whiskey, and let the wagon into the mine.

The mine was dark and quiet, the wooden wheels of the wagon crushed against the sleepers of the abandoned railroad tracks, and the bottles left in the wagon collided back and forth with a crisp sound.

Chen Jianqiu lit the lantern.

They soon reached a spacious platform, and the way further inside was blocked by a railcar parked on the tracks.

That's pretty much it.

Chen Jianqiu patted the back of the carriage, and Danny and Jerónimo got out of the carriage with people.

They threw Santos' body in the corner, and Chen Jianqiu took the lantern to find the other lamps in the cave, handed them to Geronimo, and they began to look around.

The situation in front of them surprised them a little.

It used to be a resting place for the miners, but by now it was full of all sorts of things.

There was food, from wheat flour to oat grains, to cured meats, and even a few boxes of chocolates; There were guns, from old-fashioned muskets to new-style repeating rifles, haphazardly stacked in one corner; There are farm tools, there are cloths, there are pots, and of course, all kinds of garbage.

The Hyena Gang is an organization whose main business is robbery, and like their name, they have a good habit of not being picky eaters.

They rob what the victim has, and they store what they get.

Chen Jianqiu didn't have the time to sort out these things now, so he asked Danny and them to pick up the good ones and take them, he took a handful of Lianfa that couldn't see the brand, and picked an axe in the place where the farm tools were stacked.

The explosives he had in mind weren't here, but they didn't affect the overall situation for the time being.

Next, it's time to clean up the hyena gang outside.

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(End of chapter)