on the edge of the lake.

Hooknose Lynch appeared with his Pinkerton detectives, as well as a few newly recruited soldiers, not far from the lakeside camp.

After evacuating from Roswell, they returned to Lincolnshire to recuperate before re-entering the Chihuahua Desert.

This time, they bypassed the stone fortress and headed straight for the mountains to the south.

Lynch and his detectives ran into the Nava tribe, and after a fight, they lost some men, but all of the Nava's fighting power was wiped out in the battle.

The rest of the people who were still alive were tied up and taken to the center of the village.

The only member of the Nawa tribe who knew English had died at the hands of the young man's sword.

After making sure that Chen Jianqiu and the others had been here, Lynch put on his gloves.

"Only the old man will show us the way." Lynch picked up the resigned old man and dragged him out of the camp.

"What about the others?"

"Kill them all!" Lynch said coldly.

He took the old man out of the camp, blindfolded him, and gagged his ears.

They walked towards the outskirts of the forest, and behind them, the sound of wailing and the flames raged into the sky.

Like Chen Jianqiu and the others, Pinkerton's detectives first found the Pecos River and then headed south along the river.

Although they didn't speak to the old man, sometimes the gun was better than words.

Under the old man's leadership, they also found the waterfall and the lake.

But when they could already see Chen Jianqiu's camp by the lake, the old man refused to take half a step forward.

Even if Lynch's gun was already on his temple.

The old man fell to his knees, bowing and praying at a distance towards the lake, muttering something incessantly.

"Boss, there doesn't seem to be anyone in the camp." Lynch's lieutenant handed him the binoculars in his hand.

Lynch took the binoculars and took a look at them, then put them down.

He pulled the trigger of the revolver in his hand.

The old man's head was pierced by bullets and fell forward to the ground, blood soaking the dirt under his head.

Gunshots echoed across the wilderness.

"Boss, boss!" The adjutant was shocked.

Firing a shot like this is tantamount to informing the enemy that they are coming, why the usually calm boss would do this.

"Let's go." Lynch rolled over his horse and gave the order.

When Pinkerton's group arrived at the camp, they found that there really wasn't anyone in the camp.

"Boss, they just left." The adjutant set the campfire in the camp, and there were embers in it.

"No, they didn't go." Lynch said, pointing to the footprints on the edge of the lake, "Find someone to go down to the lake and have a look." ”

Everyone was dumbfounded, a group of people? In the lake? Are they fish?

But Lynch's order seemed indisputable, and they had to let one of the best in their group, a former lifeguard at the beach, into the water.

However, when the detective returned to shore, his words surprised everyone.

"Lake...... A rope was found under the lake, and it seemed that you could swim along the rope to another place. ”

"You all go into the water." Lynch commanded the dozen or so men.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and finally, a detective stood up:

"Boss, some of us don't know how to water, yes, we do, we can drown."

"I don't care about that, why can't they, but you can't?" Lynch's gaze was a little scary, "Get into the water!" ”

The detectives had no choice, they knew their chief's temperament, so they had to take off their clothes one by one and walk into the water.

Those who are not very good in water can only hope that the lifeguard senior can help him at a critical moment.

After watching these people get into the water, Lynch also unbuttoned his jacket and prepared to enter the water.

However, a voice sounded behind him:

"Lynch!"

Lynch frowned, the voice was familiar to him.

He turned around, and the camp behind him was empty, unoccupied.

"Lynch!"

Lynch put his coat back on, pulled a cigar out of his pocket, and lit it for himself.

A person, slowly coming out of the shadows in the direction of the waterfall, walked over.

The man was wearing a shabby gray-blue jacket, a light gray scarf around his neck, and a cowboy hat of a similar color.

"Adam Granger? I thought you should be with that Chinese now. Lynch took a puff of his cigarette and took a puff.

"Looks like you've been disappointed, Lynch." Adam looked up, his face even more salallow in the light of the setting sun.

"Looks like you're not going to make good on your promise." Lynch looked at Adam.

His previous guess was correct, the man in front of him had lied to himself.

Adam didn't speak, calmly looking at Lynch.

"I thought we had a good time working together in Albuquerque and Santa Fe." A mocking smile appeared on Lynch's face, "You won't forget who you are, will you?" ”

"That's because those gangsters deserve it, and it has nothing to do with you." Adam replied.

"I'm curious, what would it be like if that good apprentice of yours knew you were a Pinkerton detective and an undercover agent?" The mockery on Lynch's face deepened.

"He knows." Adam's expression was still calm, "From the moment I released Astor on the train, he knew I was an undercover agent. ”

"So, he promised to give you the gold? No, no, no, he's going to kill you with one shot. Lynch said.

"It's nothing to do with gold, I'm just tired of this life, tired of your hypocrisy." Adam said slowly, "Jones is not a good man, but none of his men, except for me, have left you alive." ”

"Some of them were just ordinary cowboys, and they were children when they died in my arms."

"Hahaha!" Lynch burst out laughing maniacally, as if he had heard some of the funniest jokes in the world, "A renegade Pinkerton undercover to talk to me about hypocrisy?" It's ridiculous. ”

"Chen knows what he's doing, and he's amazingly talented, and he's open to injustice and challenging the order that you people represent." Adam continued, "What's more, what you're doing now has nothing to do with order, it's just your own selfish desires. ”

"So, are you going to judge me?" Lynch looked at the man in front of him, known as the "Grim Reaper", "We all have shooting talent, and the end will only be a lose-lose." ”

"Oh? Is it? How many days do you think I have left? Adam finally smiled, "Our time is over, Lynch!" ”

He faced death with an open face, as if he were about to meet an old friend of many years.

The mockery on Lynch's face vanished, and he stared at the unshaven man in front of him.

If this man is really determined to exchange one with him, it will be really difficult to do.

In a duel of this level, there will be no winner.

The two stood by the lake as if they were still, about ten meters apart, their backs stretched by the afterglow of the setting sun.

They are all waiting.

Lynch was waiting for an opportunity, though he didn't know when that opportunity would come.

Adam, on the other hand, was waiting for him to draw his gun first.

However, this opportunity was really waited for by Lynch.

Suddenly, behind an inconspicuous hill opposite Adam, a black and oppressive "dark cloud" rose and made a creepy sound.

Lynch caught the moment in Adam's pupils, and he immediately pulled out the revolver around his waist.

In the duel of masters, even a moment of distraction is fatal.

However, the trigger in his hand did not have a chance to fire.

"Bang!"

Lynch felt like he was trapped in a shooter state forever, and his mind stagnated until it disappeared.

A bullet pierced his brain.

Lynch fell to the ground, with a belly full of wildness, and died by an unknown lake in New Mexico.

Adam put away his gun.

"There is only one way to win a duel between shooters' talents, and that is to shoot with instinct." Adam looked at Lynch's corpse and laughed at himself, "I guess that stinky boy will listen to it." ”

He slowly walked up to his old horse, and from the bag on his back, he took out a bottle of Erguotou.

For the first time, the old horse lay down.

Adam sat down slowly on the ground, leaning on his old buddy, sipping the wine from the bottle.

The "dark cloud" of bats not far away has drifted farther away and is no longer visible.

Adam watched silently at the sunset in the wilderness.

He seemed to see himself more than ten years ago, that dissolute and unruly teenager, riding a horse in the western wilderness.

The last of the afterglow was gone.

Adam slowly closed his eyes.

"That stinky boy, maybe it really is."

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