The voices of porters and grooms could still be heard joking outside. They didn't know that their boss was in the barn and was shot in the head with a gun.
The atmosphere became as silent as water for a moment.
If it were anyone else, such as Victor's idiot cousin, he would probably be so scared that he peed his pants right now.
But Arthur, this desperado who has changed his face for many years, has long been accustomed to the days of licking blood on the tip of a knife, and has experienced this kind of situation more than once.
As if he didn't see the dark muzzle, he sat down on the wooden box next to him, calmly took out the tobacco and white paper, and rolled up the tobacco.
Victor put his hands on his hips and looked at each other quietly, while Donnie looked depressed, and the muzzle of his gun followed Arthur.
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
"You won't shoot?"
Two questions came out of Victor's and Arthur's mouths respectively, but neither received an answer from the other.
Finally, Victor asked Donnie to put down the gun, while he held his hands and leaned against the wooden pillar to look at Arthur.
After a while, Arthur rolled up the cigarette and handed it to Victor first.
"Frue-cured tobacco produced in Demuhe State."
Victor took it, lit it slowly, and then started hesitating.
Donnie was still holding the gun in his hand, and was confused about Victor's performance - he was the one who asked him to ambush Arthur in the warehouse, why was he acting as if nothing had happened to him now?
"Tell me! Have you heard any rumors?"
"Yes."
"So what do you want?"
"Just asking you a few questions."
Arthur and Victor had a brief exchange of words.
Although he was still a little confused, Arthur basically guessed that he had been exposed.
Victor blew out a puff of smoke and asked, "When did you leave the Conor Gang?"
Arthur took out some more tobacco and rolled it for himself: "A year ago!"
"So you have no contact with Augusta now?" Victor stared at the other person, his eyes in the shadows becoming smarter.
Arthur had a wry smile on his face: "I'm just an ordinary second-rate dealer, Mr. Victor."
"Are you cutting off the relationship?"
"No, I have no relationship with him now, and there is no need to separate."
"Aren't you afraid that I will tell you?"
"Then I'll kill you first." Arthur rolled up the cigarette, took a deep breath, and said, "It feels so good."
"I don't doubt your ability, but I'm afraid... you and the friends you brought will not be able to leave this plantation."
Victor threatened in a particularly calm manner, which sounded a bit weak, at least that's what Arthur thought.
The latter laughed loudly, feeling that the other party was being alarmist: "There are four of my partners, and they all have guns. You have no chance of winning..."
Narrowing his eyes to a slit, Victor did not waver at all. He continued: "Do you think the old man outside curling up to keep warm is just a decoration?"
Hearing this, Arthur's smile froze, he lowered his eyelids, and said disdainfully: "What, is he some kind of retired sharpshooter?"
"The seer..."
Victor calmly blocked Arthur's mouth with the truth.
"I can guarantee that he can kill four of your companions in an instant."
That's it...
Arthur finally understands Victor's confidence.
"But I won't let him do that." Victor continued to smoke and softened his expression, "I have always said that I just want to ask you a few questions. As for whether you were a member of the Konol Gang in the past and had nothing to do with me.
Relationship."
Arthur smoked faster than Victor: "I have already said that I have nothing to do with those guys now."
"Augusta killed many people, including my family." Victor corrected his stance.
"I'm deeply sorry, but you should go to the police and let the Missoula police help you. The death of your family has nothing to do with me. I left them long ago." Arthur always felt that Victor was making trouble.
Ask guilty.
"But you know that Augusta will kill more people..." Victor threw the last cigarette to the ground and stamped it out, "I know you guys quarreled, why?"
Arthur's face finally changed, and his originally calm expression turned confused: "What do you mean? How did you know..."
"On June 15 last year, you attacked the Secred Army Fortress outside Precia. I don't know what your purpose was, but you were quarreling with Augusta at the time! This is how you broke away from the Conor Gang.
Reason!"
Victor doesn't want to give up anymore. This guy is an important insider and he will definitely be able to find out the secrets about the Conor Gang from him.
The strange creature lurking in his body cannot continue to exist, and the key to disarming this time bomb lies in Augusta.
Arthur's pupils dilated and then gradually narrowed, and he knocked on the wooden box under him with his restless right hand. Finally he sighed and said: "I understand what you are thinking. You are seeking revenge from Augusta National, so you want to start from
I got a clue here."
"You can say that." Victor admitted.
"Where's that young man from the Inspection Bureau?"
"Don't worry, as long as you cooperate, the Inspection Bureau will not care about you... They know who the target is."
Victor gave Arthur reassurance, but he understood that this was not an important step in getting the other person to tell the truth.
Everything depends on Arthur's own thoughts.
After pulling out one stick and rolling another, Arthur was silent for a long time, as if he was fighting and struggling in his mind.
Victor can see that the Conor Gang must be a special existence to Arthur.
Being able to leave the gang at will without being liquidated by Augusta also proves that Arthur's reputation in the gang is probably not low.
"Is he still killing people...this hopeless thing..." Arthur's face felt like it was squeezed together, which was a sign of tension.
"That's right! I want to know what his purpose is. Is it just to fight against the new order? To fight against the law of public order? Are the days of drinking blood like hair and licking blood with the tip of a knife so desirable?" Victor asked.
Arthur gritted his teeth and sighed: "Some power beyond mortals confused him... Perhaps it was also because the blow was too great. He knew that his wish could never be realized within common sense, so he..." p>
As he talked, he gradually fell into memories, and some painful past events made him feel that the newly rolled cigarettes had lost their smell.
After leaving the wooden box and standing up, Arthur suggested that Victor go out for a walk.
Victor agreed. He could see that this guy seemed to want to tell a long, long story.
When I opened the barn door, the sun was shining brightly, bluebirds were chirping, and the four grooms who came with me were drinking liquor and joking.
Father Sang was making wine by the campfire, and he wanted to drink something hot.
"Augusta has a younger brother...named Joshua..."
Arthur put his hands in his pockets and walked ahead, heading towards a farmland with no new plants.
Victor took the gun from Donnie and followed him.
Augusta turned his back to him, stood on the edge of the farmland, and continued: "One day 12 years ago, I first met the two brothers in Renekton."
"I was 19 years old at the time and living a life of little food, so I reached into Joshua's backpack while they were walking without paying attention..."