Chapter 194 The afterglow of the sunset

Author: Mosaic's Melancholy

Chapter 194 The afterglow of the sunset

On the lakeside.

Hooked Nose Lynch appeared not far from the lakeside camp with his Pinkerton detectives and a few newly recruited soldiers.

After evacuating from Roswell, they returned to Lincolnshire for some repairs, and then entered the Chihuahua Desert again.

This time, they bypassed the stone fortress and headed straight for the mountainous area to the south.

Lynch and his detectives met the Nava tribe. After a fight, they lost some people, but all the combat power of the Nava tribe was destroyed in this battle.

The remaining alive people were tied to the center of the village.

The only person in the Nava tribe who understands English has died under the knife of that young man.

After confirming that Chen Jianqiu and the others had come here, Lynch put on his own gloves.

"Only that old man can lead us." Lynch picked up the timid old man and dragged it outside the camp.

"Where are the others?"

"Kill them all!" Lynch said coldly.

He took the old man out of the camp, blindfolded him and blocked his ears.

They walked towards the periphery of the forest, behind them, crying and howling everywhere, and fires soared into the sky.

Like Chen Jianqiu and the others, the detectives of Pinkerton also found the Pecos River first and then went south along the river.

Although they couldn't speak with the old man, sometimes the gun was better than the language.

Under the leadership of the old man, they also found the waterfall and the lake.

But when they could already see Chen Jianqiu and the others in the camp by the lake, the old man refused to take a step forward again.

Even Lynch's gun had already hit his temple.

The old man fell to the ground, bowed to the lake from afar, begged, and kept muttering something.

"Boss, there seems to be no one in the camp." Lynch's adjutant handed him the binoculars in his hand.

Lynch took the telescope and took a look and put it down.

He pulled the trigger of the revolver in his hand.

The old man's head was penetrated by a bullet and fell forward to the ground. The blood flowed out soaked the soil under his head.

The gunshots echoed in the wilderness.

"Old, boss!" The adjutant was shocked.

A shot like this is equivalent to notifying the enemy that they are coming, why the always calm boss did this?

"Let's go." Lynch turned over and gave an order.

When the crowd of Pinkerton arrived at the camp, they found that there seemed to be no one in the camp.

"Boss, they have just left." The adjutant drew the campfire, with embers inside.

"No, they didn't leave." Lynch said, pointing to the footprints by the lake, "Let me find someone to go down the lake and take a look."

Everyone was stunned. A group of people? In the lake? Are they fish?

But Lynch's order seemed undeniable, and they had to let the person who had the best water quality in their team, who had been a lifeguard at the beach, get into the water.

However, when the detective returned to the shore, his words surprised everyone.

"Lake...I found a rope under the lake, and it seems that you can swim along the rope and go to another place."

"You all go into the water." Lynch ordered to the dozen people under his command.

Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and finally, a detective stood up:

"Boss, some of us don't know how to water, they will, they will drown people."

"I don't care about this, why do they do it, but they can't?" Lynch's eyes were a little scary, "Get into the water!"

The detectives had no choice but to know their temperament as the chief, so they had to take off their clothes and walk into the water one by one.

Those water quality is not very good, so I can only hope that the lifeguard senior can help him at critical moments.

After watching these people get into the water, Lynch unbuttoned his coat and prepared to get into the water.

However, a voice rang behind him:

"Lynch!"

Lynch frowned, he was very familiar with the voice.

He turned around, the camp behind him was empty and there was no one.

"Lynch!"

Lynch put his coat back on, and he pulled out a cigar from his pocket and lit it for himself.

A man slowly walked over from the shadows in the direction of the waterfall.

The man was wearing a shabby gray-blue jacket, a light gray scarf around his neck, and a cowboy hat of similar colors.

"Adam Granger? I thought you should be with that Chinese now." Lynch took a sip of cigarettes and sniffed.

"It seems that you are disappointing, Lynch." Adam raised his head, his face turned even more sallow under the setting sun.

"It seems you are not going to fulfill your promise." Lynch looked at Adam.

His previous guess was correct, and the person in front of him deceived him.

Adam didn't speak, and looked at Lynch calmly.

"I thought we had a happy collaboration with Santa Fe before." Lynch showed a sarcastic smile on his face, "You won't forget who you are, do you?"

"That's because those gangs deserve their crimes, and it has nothing to do with you." Adam replied.

"I'm curious, what would it be like if your good apprentice knew you were a detective Pinkerton or an undercover?" The sarcasm on Lynch's face became even deeper.

"He knows." Adam's expression was still calm. "Since I put Astor on the train, he knew I was an undercover agent."

"So, he promised to give you gold? No, no, he will shoot you with one shot." Lynch said.

"It has nothing to do with gold. I'm just tired of life like this, tired of your hypocrisy." Adam said slowly, "Jones is not a good person, but his subordinates, you have not left a living person except me."

"Some of them were just ordinary cowboys, and they were still children when they died in my arms."

"Hahahahaha!" Lynch laughed wildly, as if he heard the funnyest joke in the world. "A betrayal Pinkerton undercover, talk to me about hypocrisy? It's extremely ridiculous."

"Chen knows what he is doing. He is amazingly talented and faces injustice calmly, challenging the order you represent." Adam continued, "What's more, what you do now has nothing to do with order, it's just you personally

The selfish desires.”

"So, are you going to judge me?" Lynch looked at the person who was known as "Death" in front of him. "We all have the talent for shooting skills, and the outcome will only be a loss-win situation."

"Oh? Is it? How many days do you think I'll have to live?" Adam finally smiled, "Our era is over, Lynch!"

He faced death openly, as if he was about to meet an old friend who had been for many years.

The mockery on Lynch's face disappeared, and he stared at the unshaven man in front of him.

If this man is really determined to change with him, it will be really hard to deal with.

There will be no winner in this level of duel.

The two of them stood by the lake as if they were still, about ten meters apart, and their backs were pulled long by the afterglow of the setting sun.

They are all waiting.

Lynch was waiting for an opportunity, although he didn't know when that opportunity would come.

And Adam was waiting for him to draw his gun first.

However, this opportunity was really arrived by Lynch.

Suddenly, behind an inconspicuous hill opposite Adam, a dark "dark cloud" rose, making a creepy sound.

Lynch captured this moment from Adam's pupils, and he immediately pulled out the revolver on his waist.

The duel between masters is fatal even if it is a moment of loss of mind.

However, the trigger in his hand did not have a chance to fire.

"Bang!"

Lynch felt that he was trapped in the Sagittarius forever, and his mind stagnated until it disappeared.

A bullet penetrated his forehead.

Lynch fell to the ground, died in an unknown lake in New Mexico with a wild nature.

Adam put away the gun in his hand.

"There is only one way to win the showdown between shooters' talents, that is, shoot with instinct." Adam looked at Lynch's corpse and laughed at himself, "I guess, that little brat will listen."
To be continued...