Kevin Wofford casually turned the gun and put the revolver back into the holster, with a calm look on his face. He did not notice at all that there was a trace of black smoke lingering on the left shoulder of the holster that was scratched by the bullet.
But being in the game, he knew very well that he was lucky enough to win.
Kevin Wofford knew very well that in the duel just now, there was only a millimeter difference in the speed of drawing his gun between him and his opponent. If his bullet had not hit the opponent first, then the opponent's bullet would not only have scratched the left shoulder of his coat.
So simple.
And this tiny difference lies in the musical pocket watch used as a timer.
This pocket watch has been with him for three years, and he is naturally very familiar with the music of the pocket watch. He already knows when the music will stop. Compared with the young policeman who is not familiar with the music of the pocket watch, he is more prepared in this regard.
Moreover, during the timing phase, the pocket watch was held in the hand of Second Lieutenant Butch who was relatively close to him. Therefore, compared to the young policeman, Kevin Wofford could realize that the music had stopped faster and could pull it out earlier than his opponent.
Gun shooting.
From this point of view, if we only look at the speed of drawing a gun, the young policeman should be faster than Kevin Wofford. However, it is a pity that this fledgling policeman inadvertently missed the opportunity and let
Your own advantages are gone, and your opponents have found opportunities to take advantage of them.
The so-called duel is nothing more than a competition between the two sides' methods. This method not only refers to the hard power of both sides, but also includes the intrigues and intrigues of both sides.
Although in the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy and trickery are like childish play, when the strength gap between the two sides is not huge, conspiracy and trickery become a weapon for surprising victory.
The middle-aged policeman didn't react until Kevin Wofford turned around, stumbled out of the carriage, threw himself on the young policeman and cried loudly.
Even Brandi, who had experienced hundreds of battles, was stunned for a moment before he realized that the duel had come to an end.
No matter how many duels you have watched or experienced, this early and middle stage paved the way for layers of tension and pressure. Until the end, all the tension and pressure suddenly disappeared with the sound of a gunshot and the death of a life.
Broken is like piercing a balloon close to the heart. Anyone who is human will be moved by it.
"A very good young man," the person who concluded the young policeman's coffin was his last opponent during his lifetime, Kevin Wofford. He seemed to sigh with regret and said, "What a pity, young man.
Always too energetic."
Brandy looked at Kevin Wofford's back, walked up to the middle-aged policeman, and said, "Don't cry. Although all this is a bit unexpected, at least you are still alive and can do anything for you."
He gathers the bones."
At this point, Brandi paused, took out five ten-dollar bills from his trouser pocket, handed them over, and said: "Take it, buy him a good coffin, and if you have extra, treat it as mine."
Just give me a little thought."
The middle-aged policeman wiped the tears from his face, looked at the banknotes in Brandy's hand, seemed a little sad, and smiled a little self-deprecatingly, and said: "Of course there are too many, too many."
He pushed away the dollar in Brandi's hand without getting up and said: "A revolver can only be sold for 25 dollars at most, but if you throw a 10-dollar bill in the face of the coffin seller in the town,
Come on, believe it or not, he will treat you like a gentleman in the White House and His Majesty the King of the British Empire."
Brandi was not unaware of this situation. During the month or two when Valentine was recovering from his injuries, he even witnessed the hellish scene of the town's roads being covered with thin wooden coffins. However, other than some emotion at the time, he didn't have much else to say.
Feeling.
For him, who is alone in this world, only the lives of everyone in the Van der Linde Gang (except Micah) who he currently regards as relatives and partners are worthy of attention. For some special people, this attention sometimes even exceeds
The importance he places on his life.
As for the others, they won't even leave many traces in his heart. Facing the enemies who raised their guns at him, this young man who had only touched a gun for more than a year could even face a group of enemies for the first time.
When faced with a situation, do not hesitate to raise your gun and shoot at the enemy.
Brandy had never done any psychological preparation beforehand for killing people. When he first shot through the heads of the members of the Skinned Brothers gang who invaded Adler's farm with a repeating rifle, his heart was more intense than the frozen Lake Isabella.
He also wanted to be calm and calm, as if using a gun to kill someone was as simple and normal to him as eating and drinking.
Brandy herself has never figured out the origin of all this, but it is actually not difficult to understand.
Anyone who can easily kill someone is someone who has no regard for life.
As a time traveler, Brandi has never taken the lives of people in this era seriously. Although he is used to living in this world, he has not yet truly integrated into it from his heart.
Generally speaking, in Brandy's subconscious, in this world, except for those people she cares about, everyone else is still NPC who can be killed without any psychological burden.
Therefore, Brandy just felt a little pity for the death of the young policeman. After all, objectively speaking, it is always a pity for such a person to have the courage to die, even if this is a person who has nothing to do with him.
The middle-aged policeman had wiped away his tears and his face had returned to a calm state. If it weren't for the traces of tears still left on his cheeks, no one would have known that he had cried before.
He didn't look at Brandi, he just picked up the young policeman's body and carried it to the carriage step by step.
"Mr. Police, what are you..." Brandy hesitated to speak.
"The prisoners have all escaped. I can only take this child's body back to Blackwater Town." The middle-aged policeman settled the young policeman, climbed out of the carriage, turned to look at Brandy, and said, "Take your money."
Get up, Mr. 'Angel Eyes', I understand what you mean, but this matter is not your fault. It was the child who was so impulsive that he took his own life. You have already done everything within your power, I think.
Let’s just say goodbye.”
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Brandi looked at the middle-aged policeman in front of him, and felt in a daze that the man in front of him had aged by more than ten years in an instant.
"I...I'm sorry." Brandi felt as if she had a thousand words in her heart, but in the end, she only said one sentence of apology.
"There's nothing to be sorry for, young man," the middle-aged policeman climbed onto the carriage and covered his greasy, sparse and somewhat white hair with a white cowboy hat. He held up the brim of his hat and said in a low voice, "While this is happening,
I helped divert the attention of the bandits, so hurry up and leave."
The draft horse was neighing, the wheels were squeaking, and in the empty prison car, the middle-aged policeman who looked much older carried the young policeman who had only the empty body left, and slowly left with his back to the sunset.
Brandy looked at the carriage gradually going away and silently took off the cowboy hat on her head.
He now feels a little tight in his chest, and his breath seems to be stuck in it, making it difficult to clear it.
For the first time, he felt that there was a big problem with some of the truths that he had believed in for a long time.
Brandi, who has always been able to think everything clearly about herself, is a little confused at the moment.
He knew that he had probably done something wrong. Of course, it might not be considered a wrong thing, but it went against his own hidden intention. However, he was confused and couldn't figure out what went wrong.
All he knew was that he wanted to kill someone now.
At this time, Kevin Wofford's voice suddenly sounded not far behind him: "Young man, your courage is not as good as that boy's, but you know how to assess the situation better. I admire you more than him."
Brandi was about to put her hat back on her head, but paused when she heard Kevin Wofford's voice.
Behind him, the sound of footsteps gradually approached.
"How about it? Are you interested in joining us? Although I have always hated Yankees, a Yankee who knows the current affairs is better than a nigger who never matures, what do you think?" Kevin Wofford drove the car
Thinking it was a funny joke, the Lemoyne raiders behind him also joined in the booing, saying all kinds of unseemly welcome words.
Brandy turned around and looked directly into Kevin Wofford's provocative and contemptuous eyes, without any emotion in his eyes.
"I have no interest in joining a group of Southern scum with big dreams," Brandi still didn't spare any face for Kevin Wofford. He said unceremoniously, "I'm very sorry, Lieutenant.
, I still have some personal matters, so I will stay here soon."
"You brat, I think you're tired of living!" Among the Lemoyne Marauders, Second Lieutenant Butch was furious when he heard this. He immediately took the revolver on his waist and pointed the gun at Brandy.
His actions seemed to give an order, and the other Lemoyne Marauders also raised their guns almost at the same time. For a moment, more than a dozen guns locked onto the expressionless Brandy.
Kevin Wofford raised the corners of his mouth and scrutinized Brandi's facial expression with his eyes, trying to find fear on his face.
Naturally, he failed, because even though a dozen guns were aimed at him, Brandy's face did not show the slightest emotion.
"It seems that I underestimated you, and you are right. Knowing how to assess the situation does not mean losing courage," Kevin Wofford said with a smile, "I will not hinder you, but I also hope that you will not be on my territory in the future.
When trouble comes, our power is beyond your imagination."
He turned around and walked a few steps, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and said: "Oh, by the way, maybe, I mean maybe, there will be a day in the future when we will have the opportunity to cooperate. I believe that we will meet again in the future.
of."
"I advise you not to expect such a day." Brandy said this from the bottom of her heart.
Kevin Wofford looked coldly at Brandi's back, who had turned around. As if on a whim, he spoke again: "In the South, there is a tradition that any business or cooperation can only be done with...
It will be effective only after shaking hands. Otherwise, even if a contract with legal effect has been signed, we will not recognize its legality."
"So, young Mr. Bounty Hunter," he maintained a gentlemanly smile, stretched out his right hand and said, "It's better to choose the day than to hit it. How about we take advantage of this opportunity to shake hands for future cooperation?"
Brandy turned around again, and there was a little doubt on his calm face. He asked in a tone of trying to confirm something: "You? Want to shake my hand? Now?"
"That's right." Kevin Wofford nodded.
"I don't think it's necessary." Brandi seemed to relax a little, took out the cigarette case from his pants pocket, threw a cigarette into his mouth, and said.
"What if I insist on doing this?" A layer of gloom passed over Kevin Wofford's face.
Brandi struck a match slowly and lit the cigarette in his mouth. He raised his head slightly, glanced at Kevin Wofford's hand stretched out to him, suddenly smiled, spread his hands, and said: "Since you insist,
Then I will obey."
The gloom on Kevin Wofford's face was instantly wiped away, replaced by a winner's smile.
Brandi walked a few steps closer and held Kevin Wofford's hand, smoke curling out from the corners of his raised mouth.
Kevin Wofford moved his lips and wanted to say some winner's declaration. Suddenly, there was a strong force from the held right hand, and he and Brandi were close to each other in a weird posture that was similar to a hug.
.
The familiar sound of the safety being clicked suddenly came to his ears, and Kevin Wofford's abdomen was pressed against the barrel of a gun brutishly.
"I was just thinking about how to kill you," Brandi said with a cruel look on her face, "It's good, someone just handed me a pillow when I fell asleep."
"You...I advise you not to act rashly," Kevin Wofford was a little flustered at first, then forcibly calmed down, and said with a trembling smile, "Have you forgotten? There are more than a dozen guns at the moment.
Targeting you."
"You are a smart man, aren't you? How dare you kill me? You can't kill me, you..."
Before Kevin Wofford could finish speaking, a dull gunshot rang out, and the bullet penetrated his abdomen, leaving horrific wounds on his front abdomen and back.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Blood quickly gathered in a pool at Kevin Wofford's feet. His body lost the support of his vitality and fell limply on Brandi.
"Mr. Lieutenant, I have to thank you. Not only did you give me a chance to kill you, you also made me determined to kill you."
Kevin Wofford was shot through the abdomen, and naturally there was no way to survive, but Brandy knew very well that this guy could still hear himself talking.
"May your soul rest in peace (Requiescatinpace), don't worry, your horses will be with you soon."
On the Lemoyne Marauders side, they didn't hear the first gunshot very clearly. They just wondered why the two people had to hug each other multiple times, but when Kevin Wofford's body fell limp to the ground
, when two Mauser pistols like black boxes were pointed at them, no matter how stupid they were, they would know what happened.
Lieutenant Butch roared angrily: "Kill him!"
Even faster than his voice was the barrage of two Mauser pistols that poured out almost instantly!
The semi-automatic firing method that was ahead of the times, the exaggerated ammunition capacity of the Mauser pistol, and Brandy's eyes of death made the two semi-automatic pistols feel like submachine guns that were only invented more than ten years ago!
And with the blessing of the eyes of death, each bullet seems to have eyes, and its target is the vital points of the predators!
Second Lieutenant Butch's reaction was not unpleasant, and his order was not untimely, but had he ever seen anyone who could use a pistol like a machine gun?
When he came to his senses, half of the men around him were already lying on the ground. Except for a few who had been shot in the head, some had their lungs shot through and passed out on the spot; some had their necks shot.
The artery was hit. They covered the wound that could not stop the bleeding. After taking a few staggering steps, they lay down on the ground and struggled, and soon died; some who were unlucky were shot several times.
, the bullets in the chest and abdomen left no intact tissue intact, which was extremely painful, because even if they were beaten like this, they would not die immediately.
In the middle of the road, Brandy's figure had long since disappeared.
He had already hid behind a tall, moss-covered tree by the roadside. Panting heavily, he unloaded the empty magazine with a shake of his hands.
"The last time I used them, it was at the Drooping Dog Ranch," Brandi thought as he reloaded, "I'm still not used to this rate of fire, and the accuracy is not up to par."
Brandy has never slacked off in training the Eyes of Death, but for some unknown reason, he always felt that the duration of his Eyes of Death was too short. He could still use it when facing a small number of enemies, but when there were many enemies
When it reaches more than ten, the duration begins to be stretched, which makes him have to quickly lock on to the enemy's vital points in battle to achieve the goal of killing him with one blow.
Obviously, he still needs more practice, and every life and death battle is a valuable training opportunity.
At the same time, despite being startled by Brandy's miraculous marksmanship, Lieutenant Butch still relied on his rich experience to determine the location where Brandy was hiding almost instantly.
"Gatling! Go and shake Gatling up quickly, you idiots!" Butch hid behind the fortifications at an unimaginable speed, while not forgetting to curse the nearly frightened predators around him, "
If we don’t kill him, we won’t get anything good to eat when we go back!”
"Gatlin? What a beautiful idea!"
Brandi naturally heard Lieutenant Butch's shouts. He would not give the predators a chance to touch the Gatling heavy machine gun.
He did not choose to continue using the Mauser pistol, but took off the bolt-action rifle from his shoulder at an extremely fast speed.
The wind and thunder roared in the ears, and the world in front of him was instantly dyed scarlet, and the predator who was reaching for the Gatling heavy machine gun moved at a snail's pace.
The sound of gunfire rang out, and the Predator who had just touched the machine gun with his hands was instantly pierced by a bullet in the head. He stumbled and fell on the machine gun. The blood mixed with yellow and white brains stained the body of Gatlin's gun.
Lieutenant Butch was completely stunned.
Although he is at best the descendant of those losers in the Civil War, he also boasts that he has seen many gunmen who are called sharpshooters. Of course, there are many who are just seeking fame, but some of them are indeed capable. However,
None of those people could do anything like the young and immature bounty hunter in front of me.
In Lieutenant Butch's view, the young man with blond hair and green eyes in front of him almost didn't aim before each shot. From a certain point of view, it was just a random shot. But the strange thing was that every shot he shot
Each bullet accurately hit the vital part of the brother next to him, as if the bullet had eyes.
"Hell...hell...this kid is definitely up to something..." His lips trembled, and he soon fell into a state of near collapse, shouting, "Get out, get out!"
As soon as he said these words, he immediately turned around and fled deep into the Blue Water Swamp.
In fact, there was no need for him to shout so loudly, because there were already timid predators turning around and running for their lives.
Looking at the Lemoyne Marauders scattered in front of him, Brandi didn't feel any emotion in his heart. He just pulled the bolt and let the bullet casing jump out of the gun chamber.
The gunfire of a single rifle and the sound of bolt pulling began to dominate the battle, and the battle mode also changed from a short confrontation between the two sides to a longer one-sided harvest.
Second Lieutenant Butch no longer cares about his remaining brothers and the Gatling heavy machine gun that he spent a lot of effort to obtain. The only thing he wants to care about now is his own life, and it seems that he can't guarantee it.
He was able to escape unscathed.
The gunshots and bolt-pulling sounds behind him did not last long, but soon, the crisper gunshots of the Mauser pistol continued the one-sided massacre.
Although he did not have the energy to take care of his remaining brothers, the feedback from the corner of his eye told him that with the sound of gunshots in his ears, his men were falling to the ground and dying one by one.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The sunset has faded, night has fallen, and black clouds have enveloped the sky, blocking the glow of the stars and the moon.
Lieutenant Butch soon felt that there was nothing around him. He immediately realized something, his legs went weak, and he almost fell to the ground.
Behind him, gunshots rang out again, and he felt that his knees were hit in half by something. The heartbreaking pain centered on his already shredded knees and instantly spread to his whole body. He almost fell down just now, but this time he really fell.
On the ground.
Second Lieutenant Butch turned back subconsciously. The towering trees on both sides of the road were like black iron curtains, blocking all light from outside the swamp, so that he could not see clearly where the devil was seeking his life.
"I can't see him, he...maybe he can't see me either..."
He thought about it luckily, gritted his teeth, tried his best to mobilize his whole body, which had been paralyzed by the severe pain, and crawled into the low shrubs on the roadside little by little.
At the same time, Brandy held two guns in hand and looked at the dark blue water swamp in front of her, feeling a little entangled in her heart.
After all, in Lemoyne, what is more dangerous than the predators is the blue water swamp at night.
Brandi looked up at the sky. Dark clouds were looming overhead and there was no light.
"The moon is dark and the wind is high..."
But soon, he made a decision, put his pistol back in his holster, put his hand to his mouth, and blew a sharp and long whistle.
The whistle was quickly responded to, and not long after, Jueying's familiar long hissing sound came from behind.
Brandi patted Jueying's neck, held the reins in one hand, and held the semi-automatic shotgun that gave him the most courage in the other hand. One person and one horse, they both walked into the blue water swamp that was like a dark hell.