Such an unstructured attack with no measurable speed... let's call it an attack. Not a single leaf in the empty mountain moved at all, and there was still room for energy to wave towards Tuko.
When Gant's huge body rushed in front of Kazuyo Sorayama, he found that this terrifying oriental man neither disappeared inexplicably as usual nor drew his sword to kill anyone. He couldn't help but feel ecstatic in his heart: As long as you let me hold you, even if you are a bitch,
You can also break a few of its bones!
But just when the general got on the opponent's clothes, Sorayama Kazuha turned his body slightly, stepped on his toes, and while letting Gant pass, he tripped his other intact ankle. The big man was horrified to find that he was not affected by it.
He hit the ground in a controlled manner.
With a muffled roar, Gant knocked off the bridge of his nose and half of his front teeth. The force was so fierce that Tuco, who was watching the excitement on the side, couldn't help but take a breath. If it weren't for the former army sergeant's strong body,
It was so terrifying that just this one blow could cause him to suffer a concussion and pass out on the spot.
Ichiyo Sorayama, who caused all this, just moved his two toes.
The gunfire did not sound. Gant shook his head and tried to turn over. Except for himself lying on the ground with blood on his face, the other three remained as usual.
The captain who had high hopes for him had no idea of fighting back with a gun. He just looked at him with a worried look. Gant spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted angrily: "Sir, you are still so weak. When you were bullied by that bastard Bagley,
So it was, and it is so now.”
"Gant...I'm sorry..." Algren did not dare to look into his friend's eyes. It was not so much that he did not dare to pick up the rifle on the ground, but rather that he was unwilling to do so.
As Kazuha Sorayama who killed Bagley and avenged the entire Indian tribe, he was actually only grateful in his heart, even if the other party wanted his own life.
Gant was right. With his "weak" personality, he would never shoot Bagley. This was a violation of his own honor. He would spend the rest of his life living in self-blame and waiting to die of alcohol poisoning.
, he couldn't think of any other ending. It would be a good choice to die here to end his guilt and pay off the debts to the Indians.
Seeing Algren's expression of calmly waiting for death, Kazuyo Sorayama frowned: "Are you so anxious to die? Along with this idiot?"
"It is more pleasant to die easily than to live burdened with sin." Algren said calmly like a wise man.
Kazuyo Sorayama's heart tightened. Algren's words greatly touched his memories.
Yes, I have owed countless love, kindness, debts and sins in every world, but I have to live like a puppet on strings. I will never see the end except the day I die. If it is not a heart that yearns for the sword,
The ultimate heart may have gone completely crazy in a certain world.
He sighed softly, nodded, and said to Algren seriously: "You are right, death is indeed a relief, living is your punishment. In this case... just live."
Who can tell whether living is hope or despair? It’s the same for you, and it’s not the same for me.
"Uh... what a devil..." Gant muttered in a voice that only he could hear.
But Tu Ke had an anxious look on his face. He made a cross on his chest and blurted out at the speed of a machine gun: "No, no, no, my friends, we can't let them go! Tu Ke can smell these Northern troops with his nose."
You smell like a bastard. They always do evil when they see money. They are the best at turning against others. I can guarantee that they will report you when they turn around! Kill them here, I will dig a hole, and I will make sure to bury them decently, even if I
You can also make a guest appearance as a pastor to help them return to the embrace of the Lord..."
Tuko, who was chattering endlessly, gradually stopped talking as he watched Kazuyo Sorayama in a strange state of contemplation.
Tuco, who was full of expectations, Gant, who had a look of hatred on his face, and Algren, who was indifferent, all three of them looked at the man who could decide the fate of all of them.
Ichiyo Sorayama remained silent for a long time. After a long time, he let out a long sigh. In the eyes of the other three people, this man who always seemed to stand upright and never wanted to compromise was actually slightly rickety. With his gray beard and hair, it was unknown.
Why can't you help but feel a little sad?
At this point, Kazuyo Sorayama didn't say a word, silently walked to a distance and mounted his horse, and gradually left Algren's sight amidst Tuco's complaints.
"Captain, he...he really let us go? Haha! We're saved, we're saved, and we still have one hundred thousand dollars!" Gant jumped up and shouted excitedly, but a sharp pain on the bridge of his nose interrupted him
yearning.
Algren shook his head slowly but firmly: "Gant, promise me not to tell anyone else about this, okay?"
"Why! Captain, he is a devil, a murderer, and... he is not a good person anyway. Why don't we take the money that has been left in our pockets?" Gant said eagerly, enduring the severe pain.
"No, you are wrong about Gant. We only have 10,000 US dollars. We can't kill him." Algren shook his head: "Even if you tell the government his whereabouts, how many more people do you think would be needed to kill the entire company of soldiers?
How can I catch him? Letting him leave the United States like this is the best outcome. And no matter how malicious he is towards me, he will let you go after all, and this kind of kindness cannot be betrayed!"
Gant was discouraged, sat down on the ground, rubbed his ankles and said angrily: "As ordered, sir."
Algren smiled: "Sergeant, I owe you this money. I will sign a contract with Winchester when I get back. I believe I can pay you back soon."
"Hey! Captain, you are kidding again." Gant said dissatisfied: "Although I resent these blind arms dealers for why they did not hire the reliable tough guy old Gant, but hired a handsome guy like you, Captain, to speak for them, but you also
Don't force yourself, I know what you hate the most is these executioners."
Patting his old friend on the shoulder, Algren looked towards the direction Kazuyo Sorayama was leaving and murmured: "Maybe this is the price of bearing sin... You know, Gant, I always have a feeling that that Easterner is actually the same as me.
He is a kind of person. I don’t know why, but I always feel that we will see each other again in the future..."
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"Will we meet again in the future, Sora? My friend, didn't you really go out to hide from the limelight and then come back to make a fortune?" Tu Ke blinked his eyes and reluctantly handed over the ticket, with a face filled with anticipation.
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If you only looked at the way they were dressed, no one would have guessed that one of them was the most brutal killer in the history of the United States, and the other was an intelligence dealer and amateur robber who wandered around the West. Although their clothes were not very elegant, they were also unusual.
Wearing a crisp suit, a top hat, and carrying a brand new suitcase in his hand, he looked like a gentleman about to travel far away.
These days, under the leadership of Tu Ke, they went all the way west through the vast Gobi desert. In order not to attract attention, they did not take the train, but ran on horse power alone. Although they were full of wind and sand along the way, they finally reached their final destination of San Francisco.
In this kind of American city, as long as you have money, there is nothing you can't do. At Tuko's strong request, Sorayama Kazuha shaved off his beard and straightened his hair. This look showed a slightly vicissitudes of life, and his temperament was unbearable.
Daddy-Long-Legs felt so cold that he couldn't help but let Tu Kelian whistle.
"Song, you are not suitable to be a gangster at all. You look like a gentleman from Capitol Hill. It seems that the dirty and poor West does not belong to people like you after all..." Tu Ke sighed.
But when parting, the gangster was particularly reluctant to leave - he had never had such a smooth life in his life. Touching the clothes on his body was something he never dared to think about before.
Kazuyama Ichiye held the long box holding the captain's light between his arms, took the suitcase from Tuko, and patted Tuko on the shoulder: "Don't be a bandit when you go back. With your skills, you will die in front of others one day."
Under the gun.”
Under Tu Ke's complicated eyes, Sorayama Kazuyo turned around and walked onto the side of the ship, waved to Tu Ke and said: "We should never see each other again in this life. Farewell, Tu Ke, my... friend."
The cruise ship gradually disappeared on the horizon until it was no longer visible. Tu Ke rubbed the sore circles under his eyes, pinched the other ticket in his hand, opened his hand, and let the wind from the shore carry it into the sea.
The world across the ocean does not belong to him after all, just like a leaf in the empty mountain never belongs here.
The ticket is floating in the air, and the words on it are gradually blurring. If you look carefully, you can still recognize two words——