Brandy glanced at the LeMat revolver in Django's hand that was already in firing condition, smiled, and said: "Mr. Django, I remember that one of the rules of our competition is not to harm the bodies of both parties.
Safe, isn't it?"
"There is such a thing," Jiang Ge said casually, "but from my understanding, as long as a shot does not lift your skull, it does not harm your personal safety, just like you did not kill the fake medicine just now
Traffickers are still considered to be captured alive if they are sent to the Sheriff."
"You are such a genius at understanding." Brandi cursed inwardly.
Brandy then asked with some confusion: "How did you find this place so quickly?"
"Fifteen minutes after you left Valentine, I also set off, following you not far or close behind," Django said. "Of course, I also want to thank you for that shot that allowed me to identify you."
location, otherwise, I can only know a rough range."
"Damn, that's too much." Brandy was a little annoyed.
He originally thought that he could win the game steadily by occupying the commanding heights of intelligence, but Jiang Ge immediately used the rich experience of a senior bounty hunter to teach him a lesson, which directly put him into a situation where he could not get over.
There is a bounty duel between people with certain rules and restrictions. Django himself is not a character who takes advantage of others' danger and adds insult to injury. Brandy estimates that he is already a cold corpse lying on the ground at this moment.
"Okay, okay, you win this game," Brandi smiled helplessly, "But this prisoner has already been injured by me. He is not young. I'm afraid he won't be able to bear it if I go through it again, so why not
Let him stay on my horse and we go back together."
"Remember, kid, bounty hunters don't need to show too much mercy to prisoners," Django said, "and don't think you can pull off that little trick in front of me."
"Don't forget, the wanted poster requires you to be brought back alive," Brandy pointed to Benedict Albright's gray beard and the gunshot wound on his calf. "If he is on the road,
If you can’t hold on, not only will you not get the money, but you will also have to pay me the money if I win. You should consider the stakes involved, and then think about whether my proposal is reasonable."
Django looked at the old man on Brandy's horse who was groaning in pain, and knew that Brandy's words were true. Although Brandy's proposal was quite dangerous, it seemed to be more beneficial to him.
.
If we use a term from the ancient East, this is actually a conspiracy, forcing the other party to make choices that meet their expectations in order to achieve their own goals.
Django didn't know this concept, but he wouldn't be stupid enough to accept this condition without making any preparations. He gestured with his gun and said: "Give me all your weapons."
Brandi was stunned and said, "What do you mean?"
"To prevent you from playing tricks," Django's gun was still pointed at Brandi, "I allow you to transport the prisoner back to the town with me, but the premise is that you must be under my control. Just be content. If in the past I
In this situation, in addition to putting away the weapon, you also have to put on cuffs."
Brandi was hesitant and didn't know what to do.
"It doesn't matter if you don't accept my proposal," Jiang Ge added. "At worst, we can change the horse. Anyway, we can't bother the old guy, right? Besides, I can also directly cripple you, and then
Take the old man back again, but you must not be happy with that, right?"
"Okay, okay," Brandy felt helpless, took out the revolver from her waist and handed it to Django, "I'll just hand the gun over to you."
"There's also something on the saddle." Django pursed his lips and said.
"Brother, you should at least let me keep a gun for self-defense." Brandi cried sadly.
"Stop talking nonsense." Django was not sloppy at all. He gently pulled down half of the bolt of the large-caliber LeMat revolver in his hand. As long as he used a little more force, this gun seemed to be able to kill him within ten meters.
The big gun with a bloody face will be ready to fire at any time.
"Okay, okay, don't get excited. I'll give you the gun right now. Are you satisfied?" Brandy had no choice but to do as he was told, taking off the carbine repeating rifle placed on the saddle and handing it to Django.
Only then was Jiang Ge satisfied. He placed the gun on the saddle, turned the horse's head, and said, "Let's go, it's time for this counterfeit drug dealer to plead guilty and be punished."
Brandy looked at Django's retreating back, sighed, and jumped on the horse. The big horse's hooves were brisk, and soon she caught up with Django's light chestnut Hungarian half-breed horse.
"Oh, what a bad start," Brandi sighed, "I thought luck was on my side today."
"There is never any luck, only experience and adaptability that can cope with all complex situations." Django rocked on his horse, with a tone that was unique to a winner.
Brandy scratched the back of her head and asked, "Mr. Django, I'd like to take the liberty of asking, how long have you been in this business?"
Jiang Ge thought for a while and said: "More than a year, not very long."
"Mr. Schultz too?" Brandy asked.
"No, he was much earlier than me," Django replied, "In other words, he can be regarded as my mentor, but we are usually more like friends."
"So it seems that you are actually a monk like me?" Brandi said, "What did you do before becoming a bounty hunter?"
"Boy, do you want to know my advice to you?" Jiang Ge interrupted the topic abruptly and said.
"I'm all ears, Mr. Django," Brandy said.
"Before you pry into other people's gossip, you must first prevent yourself from getting into a crisis." As Jiang Ge spoke, he had already grasped the handle of a revolver at his waist. "Concentrate and observe the situation around you."
Brandi became nervous when she saw Django looking like he was facing a formidable enemy. He held his breath and slowly closed his eyes. After a while, his eyes opened. In his field of vision, the world was covered with a layer of color.
The color is like a clear blue sky.
Brandi looked around and noticed that in the bushes on both sides of the road and behind the trunks of trees, there were many shadowy figures holding repeating rifles or revolvers. Those figures tried their best to avoid Brandi's eyes.
But this is in vain, because as long as they make any move, they can't escape Brandi's eyes.
"It seems that you have noticed it," Jiang Ge lowered his voice and said, "Don't be too nervous, just maintain your previous leisurely state."
Brandy also lowered her voice and said, "When did these people show up here?"
"When I came over, they were already in position one after another," Jiang Ge said. "I thought these people were coming for me, but when I passed their ambush area, they didn't take action. But now,
They seem to be unable to hold themselves back any longer, and it seems they are coming for you."
"Are you here for me?" Brandy was a little confused. He had been here less than half a month, so logically speaking, he shouldn't be deliberately targeted by anyone.
But he immediately thought of his previous encounter in the Heart of the Earth, his oriole's operations behind him, and the several sneaky guys he killed near Valentine afterwards, and he immediately had an idea in his mind.
"It turns out it's them." A sneer appeared on Brandi's lips.
"It seems that you have provoked a terrible gang," Django gently pulled the trigger of the revolver in his hand and said, "What are you going to do?"
"You will throw my pistol to me later, my other equipment, my horse, and this prisoner, all for you to take back," Brandi said, "This is a personal grudge between me and these people.
, I don’t want to involve irrelevant people.”
"Whether it's involved or not, I don't think you're right. It depends on whether they are willing or not." Jiang Ge looked around to check the situation and suddenly began to count down in a low voice, "Three, two, one, take the gun!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the revolver that originally belonged to Flaco Hernandez drew a beautiful parabola in the air. Brandi reached out and held the gun firmly in his hand.
At the same time, gunshots rang out loudly, and countless bullets screamed towards Brandy and Django.
The two reacted immediately, tilted their bodies, and rolled down from their horses, dodging the bullets like raindrops. The two horses were frightened by the gunshots, and fled away neighing, leaving only the wounded on the horses.
Benedict Albright, who was tightly tied up, shouted for help and wanted to seek help, but unfortunately, no one had the time to care about his life or death.
Brandy and Django rolled under their horses, each on one side, and began to rely on the trunks of trees and low shrubs as cover to launch a counterattack. The enemy's offensive hidden on both sides of the road also began to be divided. Bu, who was the main target,
The pressure on Randy's shoulders was greatly reduced.
Django's shooting skills are very good. Even though the opponent has a bunker that greatly affects his vision, he can still make every shot miss. Moreover, the specially made large-caliber LeMat revolver in his hand is extremely powerful, causing more damage than
An ordinary single-action revolver is nearly twice as powerful. The arms or legs of those hit by it, at least, will be beaten to a bloody pulp and almost broken.
Brandi has the eyes of death. This ability also has a side effect, which is to help the user separate the enemies in the field of vision from the environment, helping the user to better confirm the location of the enemy. Therefore, although Brandi does not
Being so adapted to the current combat environment, he can still accurately find the enemy's hiding position and kill them before the opponent shoots.
The sound of gunfire lasted less than ten minutes in this area. When Django tackled a man and blasted his head into pieces with a shotgun bullet from his LeMat revolver, the area finally returned to its former glory.
Calmly, these ambushers abandoned the bodies of more than a dozen of their companions and fled in all directions.
Brandy came out of the woods on the other side panting with a revolver in one hand and a shotgun in the other, shouting: "Those cowards have escaped!"
"Yes," said Django, standing up, "I thought I could keep them all."
"It's normal. This group of people has always been like this. They may not be very powerful when fighting, but they always run faster than the other," Brandi said sarcastically to the ambushers while inserting the gun back into his waist.
He turned his head and saw Jiang Ge's attention focused on the short spray in his hand. He smiled slightly and said, "You don't care about my life or death, I should be careful, right?"
It turned out that Brandi did not hand over all his weapons and equipment before, but kept the short-barreled shotgun in his saddle bag for emergencies.
"Hey, smart boy," Jiang Ge smiled and asked, "How did you get into trouble with these guys?"
"I wonder if you've heard of Colm O'Driscoe and the O'Driscoe Gang?"
"I have heard a little bit that those Irish people seem to have a lot of power in the Heart of the Earth. Are you saying that these people are O'Drisco's people?"
"That's right, after much thought, only this old guy Colm O'Driscoe would arrange special personnel to ambush me."
"What did you do to deserve his attention to you?"
"Oh, this is a long story. To put it simply, I ruined his perfect plan to rob a carriage convoy..."
While the two were talking, they blew whistles and called for their horses. Although the two horses were frightened by the intensive gunfire, they did not run very far. Therefore, it didn't take long for the two horses to neigh and run up.
beside their owners.
Django noticed that the counterfeit drug dealer tied to the back of Brandi's big black horse had stopped moving, and reminded: "See if that guy is still alive?"
Brandi stepped forward, stretched out his hand to check his breathing, and said, "He's still alive. It's probably the pain from the gunshot wound and the fright just now that caused him to faint."
"As long as he's not dead, so as not to delay getting the money." Jiang Ge got on his horse and said.
"Okay, now the person who disrupted the situation has been dealt with," Brandy said, handing over both of his guns, and said, "We can continue what we discussed before."
Django looked at the two guns handed over by Brandi, shook his head, and said, "You better hold it yourself. You were right before, you do need a gun for self-defense. Here, go on."
, he handed Brandy's carbine repeating rifle back to Brandy.
Brandy took the gun, smiled slightly, and said, "I don't care, as long as you feel at ease, don't worry that I will sneak attack you later and let me handcuff you again."
Django didn't speak, just showed a smile that looked like a sneer but was actually quite warm, and drove the horse towards Valentine, followed closely by Brandy, the two of them walked side by side, leaving only a body behind them.
and blood.
Valentine, Sheriff's Office.
The door of the office was opened, and Brandi and Django carrying the prisoner appeared at the door. Inside, Sheriff Malloy, Dr. Schultz, Calloway and writer LaVine were waiting for them.
"Oh, my God, I didn't expect you to come back so soon." Sheriff Malloy stood up and said in surprise.
"Where do we put the prisoners?" Brandy asked.
"Just put it in the back cell," Malloy said.
Jiang Ge opened the cell door, threw the unconscious prisoner into the prison, and said: "If you want him to be tried in public, I suggest you find a doctor in the town to help him treat his wounds, otherwise, he will die in prison.
of."
"Of course, no problem, gentlemen," Sheriff Malloy said, "Speaking of which, between you two, who wins?"
Brandi and Django looked at each other, and Django said, "We caught this together."
"That's right," Brandi nodded in agreement, "we have experienced a thrilling battle."
"This..." Sheriff Malloy was a little embarrassed. It was his first time to be the intermediary in a bounty duel. Faced with this situation, he didn't know how to rule.
"I have an immature suggestion, I don't know whether to say it or not." Raven, a fat writer, said.
"Of course, Mr. Lavin," Sheriff Malloy said.
"I think in this case, we can just let two brave bounty hunters share the bounty equally. Then everyone would be happy, right?" Raven said.
"What do you think?" Sheriff Malloy asked.
"I have no objection," Brandi said.
"I agree," said Django.
"It's a pleasure to see you all so harmonious now," Schultz stood up and said, "Then we won't disturb you any more. Sheriff, after handing over the prisoner and the bounty, we'll leave here. It's already late.
, I think we all need some rest and recreation, don’t we?”
"Of course, Mr. Schultz," Sheriff Malloy said, "Thank you for your contribution to the security of this town. Gentlemen, with your help, I believe this town will get better and better."
Several people exchanged a few polite words and then said goodbye. Raven was dragged by Calloway to the Smithfield Tavern next door, and then drank heavily. Brandy introduced Django and Schultz to the town.
Staying in the hotel, the three of them each returned to their rooms to rest.
On the outskirts of Valentine, Six Points Wooden House.
Colm O'Drisco looked at the trembling men standing in front of him with a gloomy face, and said angrily: "A dozen people were beaten to the point of running away by a young boy or a nigger. You said I'm going to
What are you for?"
"Boss, we really tried our best," one person said with a sad face, "but, but, those two people's marksmanship is so powerful. Even if we hide behind the bunker, if we show our heads, we will be killed immediately.
There’s no chance for a gun.”
"Stop talking nonsense," Colm said sternly, "Each of you, go out and cut off one of your fingers as an apology. Remember, don't interfere with the shooting. Go away! Don't let me see you again during this period.
"
"Yes, yes." Several people timidly exited the house. After a while, there were screams one after another outside the house.
Colm walked around the room several times, and finally lay down on the bed, looked up at the ceiling, thought for a long time, and murmured to himself: "It seems that we can't expect those losers to do anything. During this period, I guess that idiot
The possibility of the boy leaving Valentine is not very high, and it seems that he has a powerful helper..."
He stood up from the bed again, his eyes once again focused on the old photo, and whispered softly: "Is it possible, do you really have to go to that point?" This chapter has been completed!