PFC Chapter 100 Fierce Battle: The Bandits Are Wiped Out!
Chapter 100 Fierce Battle: The Bandits Are Wiped Out!
Chapter 100 Fierce Battle: The Bandits Are Wiped Out!
Almost at the same time Dan roared, Tom had already darted out!
He endured the excruciating pain of his right hand wound reopening and sprinted forward with all his might.
"Neigh-neigh—!"
A dark shadow swept up to his side like a gust of wind!
It's a "loach"!
Tom didn't even slow down. Taking advantage of the momentum of his forward charge, he grabbed the saddle with lightning speed with his left hand, spun around in mid-air, and landed steadily on the horse's back!
The movements were fluid and graceful, yet carried a ruthless, desperate energy!
"Rush!!!"
A man and a horse instantly transformed into a black whirlwind tearing through the snow curtain, kicking up towering snow dust, and relentlessly pursued the three black dots fleeing for their lives in the distance!
James reacted extremely quickly, grabbing the reins of the unattended horse next to him, flipping himself onto the saddle, and spurring the horse's belly hard!
Cooper and Ennis followed closely behind, their silhouettes shooting into the snow like arrows!
Pursue!
The constant pain in my right hand rendered the Winchester lever rifle useless!
But the desperate robbers ahead showed no sign of slowing down!
"Left hand! I still have my left hand!" Tom's eyes flashed with ferocity. He endured the excruciating pain, gripped the reins tightly with his right hand, and reached for his waist with his left hand like a venomous snake!
"Whoosh!" The cold Colt revolver was pulled out in an instant!
The "loach" flew with all four hooves, reaching its maximum speed, and the distance to its target was closing rapidly!
One of the robbers in front couldn't help but turn around.
boom!
Gunfire erupts!
The robber and his horse crashed to the ground with a thud, splashing up a large patch of scarlet blood!
"Giddy up! Giddy up!!!"
The two remaining desperate men glanced at their fallen companions and exchanged a look.
He frantically stomped his heels against the horse's belly and charged forward!
The two horses, in pain, neighed and accelerated again!
boom! boom! boom!
Suddenly, a burst of gunfire erupted behind me!
The bullet whizzed past Tom and slammed into the snow next to the robber, sending up a foot-high column of snow!
It's LeBron James and his teammates!
They weren't trying to hit their target, but rather to create panic among the rapidly galloping horses ahead with the barrage of gunfire!
This trick worked!
The robber running at the front had his horse galloping at full speed when, for some unknown reason, its front hooves suddenly gave way, causing it to stumble in the snow.
"Boom!"
Man and horse rolled like gourds, wolf tumbling forward and leaving long, messy tracks in the snow!
The last robber following closely behind had no time to react!
His pupils reflected only the suddenly expanding, swirling black shadow in front of him.
"Bang!!!"
Two wild horses galloping at full speed collided head-on with a resounding crash!
The terrifying, muffled sound of bones shattering could be clearly heard!
The enormous impact instantly threw the man and horse into the air, screaming and rolling around, churning in the snow!
A golden opportunity!
Tom's eyes flashed with a cold light, giving the other party no chance to breathe or struggle!
Colt raised his left hand steadily!
boom!boom!
Two crisp, clean gunshots rang out!
The two writhing figures on the snow suddenly froze, then went completely limp, and blood quickly spread across the white snow, glaring and cold.
In front of the "Dutton House" ranch, Dan gripped the Winchester lever rifle tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.
"Do you know who's hunting you down?"
Zack's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a cold knife cutting through the silent air.
His rough hands stroked the restless horse's neck intermittently, but his gaze, like Dan's, was fixed on the direction where Tom and the others had disappeared.
Dan's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something, but he ultimately swallowed it back with difficulty. He slowly shook his head.
"Then you should at least know how many of them there are, right?" Zack suddenly turned around.
His tone suddenly rose, filled with undisguised accusation and a hint of anger, "Otherwise, you wouldn't have been shouting at the top of your lungs that not a single one of them could escape!"
Dan was completely unfazed by the oppressive pressure in Zack's eyes. He lowered his gaze and replied indifferently, "I don't know."
Zach's eyes instantly sharpened like knives, staring intently at Dan, his gaze seemingly trying to pierce through flesh and see the secrets hidden in his heart.
Dan's gaze remained fixed on the distance.
Time flowed slowly in the silent stalemate.
until.
In the distant snowstorm, a few tiny black dots struggled to tear through the chaos and stubbornly emerged!
The black dot slowly grew larger, and its outline gradually became clearer.
It's Tom and his friends!
Several riders broke through the wind and snow, returning with a chilling aura of killing intent.
What's even more striking is what's behind them.
Two unmanned packhorses, with several guns stained with dark red dirt hanging on either side of their saddles!
Seeing this, Dan's body, which had been tense like a bowstring, finally relaxed.
His tightly clenched lips finally couldn't help but curve upwards, and his signature mustache also subtly curled upwards.
The crisis is temporarily over!
"Tsk, look at you, all disheveled." The warm firelight danced in the fireplace, illuminating the people sitting around.
Tom pushed a glass of whiskey toward Dan, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of teasing.
The woman Dan brought had already been settled in the bedroom to rest.
Dan grabbed the glass, tilted his head back, and gulped down a large mouthful. The spicy liquid rolled down his throat, slightly easing his tense nerves.
He licked his chapped lips, his eyes growing deep in the flickering firelight, and finally began his story: "After that deadly blizzard, the weather grew colder and colder, and people's hearts froze. At first, a few starving fools started scrambling, but then? Ha, the longer this freezing weather dragged on, the more people grabbed weapons and joined in!"
"Banks? Empty! Post offices? Smash! Grocery stores? Robbed! They even raided the brothels!"
Dan's voice was hoarse with the shock and anger of someone who had survived a disaster; every word struck everyone's hearts like a cold stone.
He suddenly lowered his voice, leaned forward slightly, and spoke with an almost morbidly eerie air: "Guess what? Not only was the train station looted completely, but they also set it on fire!"
"What?!" The words were like a thunderclap, and even the flames in the fireplace seemed to flicker.
Destroying a train station? That's something no ordinary robber would do!
"Who exactly is this person chasing you?"
Tom's voice was calm, as if he were asking about the weather, but his sharp eyes were fixed on Dan's face.
Dan's mustache twitched nervously upwards. Instead of answering directly, he dropped a bombshell: "Tom, your pub is gone."
Tom's hand holding the wine glass remained motionless, and his face was completely calm, but his gaze was so intense that it was suffocating, exerting a silent pressure.
Dan felt a little uneasy under their gaze, and finally dropped his pretense, saying seriously, "They are the guys who used to be mine owners, but have now turned into ranchers."
Before Tom could press for details, Dan, as if eager to prove something or throwing out bait, quickly added, "I still have a few mines in my hands!"
After he finished speaking, he stared intently at Tom, eager to see the shock on the other's face.
However, Tom simply gave a curt "Oh," his expression as calm as if he were listening to some unimportant old news.
This unexpected calmness stunned Dan!