What awaits him will be life imprisonment.

However, Scott didn't think so.

Perhaps his political career is over, but he will never spend the rest of his days in prison.

Having been operating in New Mexico for many years, he had already prepared his own retreat.

A few months later, one night, outside Santa Fe.

A carriage quietly drove out of the prison in the western suburbs of Santa Fe.

Scott is in the carriage.

He is planning to leave the border of New Mexico and go to Canada or Europe. In short, he will change his life somewhere.

Or maybe, he will come back in a different way.

Scott began to close his eyes and meditate. This trip would be very far and tiring.

However, the carriage stopped for some unknown reason.

The old man felt a little strange.

He opened the curtain of the carriage and looked outside.

Under the moonlight, he saw a man standing next to a black horse, smoking a cigarette with his back to him.

In the man's waist were two golden revolvers.

He finished smoking, turned around, and grinned at Scott.

This smile made the old man feel cold all over.

"Chen Jian."

Before Scott finished speaking, a gunshot rang out in the wilderness.

Chen Jianqiu put the revolver back into the holster on his waist.

He glanced at Scott's body and just said softly to the coachman:

"Find a place and bury it."
Chapter completed!