"Brandy is right, Bill," Javier said, "Dutch's order is for us to find out what's going on in the town of Valentine. That town is very important to us now."

"Haha? Javier, why are you on the same side with him?" Bill was a little surprised, and then said a little angrily, "Don't you think it's unfair? How long have we been in the gang? At least several years.

Right? But he is still just an ordinary thug with no leadership rights at all. But this kid, he has been here for less than a month, and now he can tell us old people what to do?"

"Brandy is more familiar with Valentine's situation than we are, or in other words, he should be the most familiar with Valentine among us besides Hosea, and he is young, strong, smart, and has good marksmanship.

It is very suitable to lead us to carry out this mission. I believe in Dutch's judgment. If he says Brandy is suitable, then he is suitable," Javier said unceremoniously, "Also, to correct me, simply

The only one who is just a thug and has no status is you, Bill. At least compared to you, I am still very popular among the girls. As for why you still don’t have any leadership rights, the reason is actually known to everyone, because you lack a brain."

"Okay, you're amazing, you're noble, you've never made a mistake, right," Bill said, getting angrier and angrier, "I don't understand why when you make a mistake, others will only say it was a moment of negligence.

I just neglected it once in a while, and you said I'm not smart enough?"

"What mistake did Bill make again?" Brandi asked Javier with some confusion.

"We hijacked a private train in Cornwall, remember?" Javier said. "We were planning on blowing up the tracks, and Bill was the one who knew best about making and setting explosives among us, so Dutch handed over the task of planting the explosives.

I gave it to him, but something went wrong on his side and the explosive didn't explode, so we ended up having to jump off the train. I even fell off the train. To be honest, my waist still hurts a little."

"You can only blame yourself for the pain in your back," Bill argued. "Besides, I've said it many times, you can't blame me if the dynamite didn't explode. I laid the dynamite, but it was Arthur who connected the line. He...

I just connected a wire, and no circuit was formed. It’s really a damn thing that the dynamite can explode. This matter has nothing to do with me anyway. If you want to blame it, blame Arthur.”

This group of people came to Valentine in such a noisy manner.

When the horse's hooves crossed the railway line and walked into the town of Valentine, Brandi keenly felt something was wrong.

There were obviously a lot fewer people in the town, and the remaining people looked at the group of them in a strange way, especially at him. The eyes were full of inexplicable malice, which made him feel baffled and at the same time, he gradually became wary.

.

"Hey," Bill also realized something was wrong at this time, "Do you feel anything is wrong?"

Javier's hand had already touched his revolver. He looked around at the situation and said, "It seems to be coming for you, Brandy."

"It does seem to have something to do with me." Brandy noticed that several quietly wearing police badges were already behind and on both sides of them, trying to surround them.

"How to fix it? Do you want to do it or not?" Bill looked eager to do it.

"Don't act rashly," Brandy whispered. "Now, the three of us will split up. You two go to the inn and stables in the town and take away all the things I put there. Then you will return to the camp and leave the rest."

I'll deal with it."

"No, we can't leave you here alone," Javier objected, "Daqi said that we will not give up any of our brothers."

"I'm not asking you to give up on me, but to go back and report the news quickly," Brandy explained. "Tell the boss that if I don't return to the camp within the time agreed with him, then it's up to him to decide what to do.

Already."

"I'm still worried, Brandy," Javier said worriedly, "these police are clearly up to no good."

"Don't worry, I've been with them for a while, I can handle it," Brandy said. "By the way, if you find someone following you after you leave, don't hesitate, just kill them."

"You don't need to say that," Bill took off his bolt rifle from the saddle, put it on his shoulder, turned the head of "Brown Jack" under his crotch, and said, "Let's go, Javier, remember

? We have to obey Brother Brandi’s orders.”

"But..." Javier wanted to argue, but saw that Bill had already left here on horseback. He could only tell Brandy to be more careful, and followed Bill away.

Watching Bill and Javier leave, Brandy turned her head, drove her horse to the tying post of the Sheriff's Office, tied the horse, and greeted Sheriff Malloy, who was still standing at the door of the office: "Afternoon

Okay, Sheriff, what happened? Such a big fight?"

"I'm looking for you, Mr. Munny," Sheriff Malloy took two puffs of his cigar, threw the cigarette butt away, stamped it twice with his foot, and said, "If you don't mind, how about we go in and chat?"

Brandy looked at the police officers slowly surrounding her with her peripheral vision, smiled slightly, and said, "Of course."


Chapter completed!