The sun is scorching, but there is a gentle breeze on the green hills, and it is especially cool in the dense forest.
Different from the hustle and bustle of the town at the foot of the mountain, the mausoleum on the cliff is unexpectedly quiet. The dividing line between green plants and golden land also divides the realm of life and death.
A middle-aged man wearing a rough straw hat was leaning forward to weed an isolated stone grave. The sweat on his forehead dripped along his greasy brown hair into the withered grass, and the past was reflected on his cheeks.
It has left many traces of vicissitudes of life.
This group of tombs located in the back hills of Heijin Town contains the burials of everyone who has died in the town over the past few decades.
The strong man raised his head and stared at the dazzling sunlight, throwing away the sickle and the cut weeds. Then he picked up the water bottle he brought with him and hid under a huge red oak tree to enjoy the shade.
His face was dripping with sweat, and his eyes were blurred and soft as he stared at the tombstone in front of him.
"The world is still so crazy, are you right? Maybe one day, I will also long to sleep..."
The man talked to himself, but there was no response from the dead, but the living people in the town brought him bad news.
"Arthur! You are indeed here!"
A man who looked like a farmer panted from the path to the top of the hill, and said urgently: "Pete and the others started fighting with two outsiders."
The strong man wearing a straw hat raised his head and looked at the other person, asking in a confused tone: "What's going on?"
"There are two outsiders who are asking about you in the town. One of them is wearing a very formal uniform. Peter thought they wanted to cause trouble for you, so he took someone to deal with them, but..."
When the strong man heard this, he immediately stood up and showed an unhappy expression: "Those bastards always cause me trouble... Take me to see them quickly!"
……
At this time, Black Gold Town was in turmoil. On the street, Henry stood at one end and a cowboy with a gun stood at the other end. The two looked at each other with a strong desire to compete in each other's eyes.
It's amazing to say that when the other party first approached him, Victor thought the cowboy was Arthur.
Who knows that the other three just want to cause trouble for them.
After a verbal conflict, Victor almost started a fight, but in the end, the cowboy standing opposite asked for a fair duel.
This trouble must be because of the name "Arthur".
But at the beginning, Victor didn't know Arthur's importance in the town. He only knew that Arthur worked as a vendor.
But!
When Henry heard that there was a duel, he decisively accepted the invitation. He was very confident in his marksmanship and had long wanted to learn from the cowboy sharpshooters in the East.
"I said, can you let Donnie handle this matter? Don't you still have old injuries?" Victor was afraid that Henry would be injured, but Henry had no intention of backing down.
He had already seen that the other party was unhappy, so the guy came up to the stage and threatened them with his gun, making it look like he didn't have a gun.
Henry's face was filled with confidence and he did not give in. He shouted at the man opposite: "What rules?!"
"You and I stand on one side, about twenty meters apart, and we'll shoot on the count of three!" The cowboy was full of disdain for Henry.
At this time, a short police officer struggled to squeeze out from the crowd of onlookers. His small husky-like eyes and curled beard were incompatible with everyone around him, and he could be easily recognized.
Downey finally came back. He stared hard and exclaimed to Henry: "Detective, what are you doing?!"
"Chief Downey, please go to Mr. Victor, I will handle it myself." Henry did not look at Downey when he spoke, focusing on the opponent in front of him.
"You can leave this matter to me."
"No need!"
After saying that, Henry walked to the designated position, and the crowd around him hurriedly dispersed to both sides.
Victor knew that Henry's competitive spirit was aroused, so he quickly made another move.
"Xiaoji! There should be no problem!"
After receiving the auspicious prophecy, Victor immediately felt relieved. He stood to the side and waited to watch Henry show off.
Next, both sides took up stances and put their hands on the holsters on their waists. Henry squinted his eyes and did not continue to speak, staring closely at the movements of the other's hands, while the cowboy began to count.
Three,
Two,
……
Before even counting to one, the cowboy opened his holster!
One!
With the last sound, the cowboy drew his pistol at lightning speed and quickly pressed the trigger with his thumb.
Bang!
There was only one gunshot, and the cowboy's pistol exploded immediately, sending fragments all over the floor. He also covered his swollen palms and knelt on the ground in pain.
Henry spun the pistol in mid-air several times, firing hard, then put the muzzle of the gun to his mouth and blew away the smoke.
"Beautiful!"
Victor clapped his hands and cheered Henry up.
"You are too slow to draw your gun..." Henry said condescendingly, putting his hands on his hips and looking to the opposite side. The other two cowboys had already gone over to help their companion.
"So, can I see Arthur now?"
Henry stood proudly in front of the other party, full of confidence.
But at this time, an evil voice came from behind the crowd.
"Is this all this fun just to meet Arthur?"
With these words, the crowd dispersed, and a shabby man wearing a straw hat came forward from behind.
Seeing the person coming, Victor's eyes immediately narrowed, and he felt extremely fierce from the other person!
The strong man walked up to the two cowboys who were supporting his companion and took a revolver from their waist. Strangely, the two cowboys did not stop him.
"Aren't you the local sheriff?" The strong man looked at Henry.
Henry looked serious and felt the same as Victor. He replied: "I am an agent of the Intelligence Bureau."
"Really? Mr. Detective, your shooting skills are good."
"Thank you for the compliment."
"How about we compete and if you win, I will take you to find Arthur?"
"If I beat you to death, who will take us to see Arthur?" Henry raised his eyebrows.
The strong man was a little happy after hearing this. He said cheerfully: "I have lived in this land for more than ten years. In my opinion, the top ten sharpshooters and the top three most wanted criminals are all a bunch of people who can't use guns.
Little brat. My bullets are equivalent to summonses from hell."
Are you so bragging?
Victor became very interested in the strong man in front of him, but judging from the reactions of the three cowboys behind him, he probably already guessed who they were.
"Want to give it a try? Young man." The strong man shook his gun.
He looked down upon all the gunmen in Missouri, thinking they were just a bunch of kids. Now he calls Henry a boy, which is obviously a mockery.
A man like Henry, who was extremely confident in his marksmanship, would definitely not be able to bear such disparagement, so he immediately agreed.
"He is Arthur..." Victor leaned into Henry's ear and whispered to him, "It's best not to conflict with this person and stop it."
Although Henry heard Victor's reminder, he still did not stop the duel. The opponent was such a braggart, and he was so arrogant that he decided to kill the opponent's majesty.
Victor slapped his forehead, feeling that things were difficult to handle, because Arthur seemed to be a master of marksmanship.
He didn't want anything to happen to Henry, so he retreated behind the crowd and walked to Downey's side, hoping that Downey would find a chance to interfere with Arthur.
However, the duel took place in a flash of lightning!
Arthur opened his mouth and counted quickly, and Henry stared at each other's movements attentively. Both of them were highly focused, waiting for the moment when the numbers fell!
Three!
Two!
One!
The two men drew their guns so fast that Victor had no time to react, and the bullet was already out of the chamber!