The tavern is still bustling with people coming and going.

People don't seem to be too affected by the daytime shootouts, and they still drink and gamble.

But apparently the residents of Tombstone Town have an opinion of Sheriff Wyatt.

No one around their table wanted to sit too close.

First, they were in awe of these murderers, and secondly, they did not want to be heard by the Lord by talking about them.

However, the sheriff and his brothers and friends didn't care much about it.

They continued to play their cards and drink their own wine.

Around ten o'clock, I don't know how many rounds had passed, and there were a few more empty bottles on the table.

"Guys, I'm a little sleepy, I'm going to go back and rest." Virgil yawned, "You guys keep playing." ”

He stood up against the cane at the table, removed his hat from the hook on the wall, and put it on.

"Do you want Holiday to send you back?" Wyatt stood up and looked at him a little worriedly.

"No, I'm not crippled, boy." Virgil smiled at him, tapped the revolver on his waist, and walked out the door on crutches.

"What about you?" Wyatt watched Virgil walk out of the tavern door.

"I'm a little tired too." Morgan moved his neck.

He stood up, walked to the window with his glass, and looked out the door at Virgil's back.

It was pitch black outside the window.

He turned around, leaned his back against the window, took a sip of his wine, and said to the sheriff, "Wyatt, are we going to explain to Sheriff Bihan tomorrow." I just wondered if we were too grouped and ignored his feelings. ”

Wyatt leaned back in his chair, staring at the table and thinking about something, not answering his words.

"Perhaps, we can ......"

Morgan's words weren't finished.

Suddenly, a gunshot outside the room broke the silence.

"Get out of the way!" Holiday shouted at Morgan.

He bounced out of his chair and rushed towards the window, trying to pounce on Morgan.

However, it was too late, and the glass shattered.

The expression on Morgan's face froze.

Several more gunshots rang out one after another.

Morgan's body stiffened and fell forward, slamming to the ground.

He was shot several times in the back, and blood flowed from the wound and soaked his clothes.

His eyes, round and open, remained the same as they had been before he died.

Bullets shot through the window and into the table, causing the curtains to dance, the cards on the table flying, and the glasses to pieces.

The tavern was also in chaos.

The townspeople are used to duels in taverns, but that doesn't mean they turn a blind eye to attacks from outside the taverns.

Wyatt immediately got under the table, he drew his gun and blindly fired back out the window,

However, now the outside of the tavern is dark, and the inside of the tavern is lit.

So, in general, the outside can see the inside, but the inside can't see the outside.

Wyatt's counterattack had little effect, and he was overwhelmed by the whistling bullets.

He looked to the ground.

Seeing that his brother Morgan didn't close his eyes, he suddenly felt a cramping pain in his heart.

"Mo~Gen!"

Virgil walked out of the tavern door and walked towards his house on crutches.

When he was younger, he used to laugh at veterans who had lost a leg in the Civil War and how funny they were when they walked on crutches.

As a result, I didn't expect that I would be injured and on crutches one day.

He stopped, leaned on his crutches, and pulled a cigarette and match from his pocket, trying to light a cigarette for himself.

However, after striking the match several times, it did not hit.

"It's really useless." Virgil laughed to himself.

However, at this moment, by the moonlight, he suddenly caught a glimpse of several people standing on the second floor of the black hole on the side of the street.

He couldn't see the faces of these people, but he could clearly see that they all had guns in their hands.

He subconsciously pulled out the gun on his waist.

However, the people upstairs opened fire.

Almost instantly, Virgil was shot several times in the body at the same time and fell.

in the tavern.

Holiday reacted even faster than Wyatt, and he quickly pressed to the wall, finding a dead spot where a bullet couldn't shoot.

He turned on the shooter state and quickly found a person hiding on the second floor across the street.

The man was holding a revolver and shooting frantically into the house.

Holiday raised his hand and fired a shot that knocked the man down from the second floor.

However, the consequence of this is that the fire from the opposite side is more intensive.

Holiday had to venture again to change positions and go into hiding.

It also prevented him from fighting back from the outside.

"Wyatt! We've got to figure something out! He ducked his head from a bullet and looked at the sheriff.

The man clutched the gun in his hand tightly and stood up from the hail of bullets, ready to fight to the death outside.

However, at this time, there was a sudden sound of continuous screams and the sound of people falling from a height outside the window.

After more than ten seconds, the gunfire thinned out until it disappeared.

Holiday and Wyatt glanced at each other.

"They withdrew?" Holiday spoke, and he glanced out the window quickly, but found no sign of the men.

He looked back to find Wyatt holding his brother's body tightly in his arms.

"Morgan! Morgan! He called his brother's name.

However, the person in the arms has lost his life permanently and cannot respond to him.

At this time, Sheriff Bihan rushed in from outside the door with someone.

"Did you catch them?" Holiday rushed in front of Bihan and asked eagerly.

Bihan was a little confused: "No, we just arrived, and when we came, the gang had already run away." ”

Holiday suddenly thought of something, and he went straight past Bihan, took three steps and made two steps, and rushed out of the tavern door as fast as he could.

"Quick! Follow him! Bihan instructed the people around him.

It didn't take long for Holiday to return.

His face was solemn, and his usually neat hair was scratched by him.

"Wyatt, Virgil he's dead."

Several people who had gone out with Holiday appeared behind him.

They carried Virgil's body.

Sheriff Wyatt, who lost two older brothers in a short period of time, was so grief-stricken that he couldn't cry or howl and just buried his head in Morgan's body.

"I know who did it, Bihan!" Holiday pulled the sheriff out into the street.

At this time, there were several corpses lying on the street, white from the moonlight.

They were all knocked down from the second floor and fell to the ground.

He pulled one of them by the hair and lifted his head up, letting the moonlight shine on his face.

"You see, it's Ike's man." He shouted at Bihan.

"We're going to have to get some evidence first, and then we'll find out if Ike did it." Bihan waved his hand at the people behind him, telling them to take away all the guns at the scene.

"Don't be impulsive, I don't want this vendetta to continue in Tombstone." He said to Holiday .

"You're telling me not to be impulsive?! A squad of gunmen showed up outside the tavern tonight and killed two of my friend's older brothers! It almost killed me. You calm me down? ”

Holiday waved his hand frantically at Behan and yelled.

Bihan was speechless, he knew that at this time, he could not communicate rationally with these two people, so he left in a hurry with his people.

On the other side of the street, also on the second floor, there were three people standing.

"Boss, why are we saving these two people?" Hanif asked, "Aren't we already half of the $25,000?"

"Yes, Boss, it stands to reason that we should get out as soon as possible." Sean spoke to the side, his white teeth glistening in the moonlight.

According to what they know about their boss, Chen Jianqiu is not the kind of nosy person.

Chen Jianqiu put the repeating rifle in his hand back on his shoulder and said softly:

"I want money, people, I want too."