One of them was interested in making money, and stretched out a hand to touch the banknotes in Brandi's hand. But as soon as his fingers touched the silky paper, the three brand-new banknotes with the bust of the Indian chief on them came out of his hand.

The fingertips slipped away.

Brandy put the banknotes back into his pocket, looked at the three pairs of greedy eyes, Brandy smiled slightly and said, "As long as you tell me what you know, the money will be yours, how about it?"

The three of them looked at each other and then laughed. One of them quickly pulled out his revolver from his waist and said with a ferocious smile: "Then if we just rob you or kill you, wouldn't we be able to get more than the fifteen dollars?"

Tickets?"

Brandi glanced at the muzzle of the gun pointed at him, shook his head slightly, sighed, raised his hands, and said, "Okay, okay, you succeeded. This is indeed something I didn't expect."

Brandi's simple surrender triggered bursts of laughter from the three homeless cowboys.

"Warm reminder, young cowboy," the man holding the gun smiled as he stepped forward, put his hand into Brandy's trouser pocket and began to fumble, "don't show your wealth casually outside, or you will end up badly."

"Thank you for the reminder, but I think I have to remind you of one thing." As soon as he finished speaking, Brandy jerked his leg away. The man who came to pick out his pocket immediately lost his balance. Brandy

Taking this opportunity, he raised his hand and snatched the gun from the man's hand, and pulled the man into his arms. He restrained the man with one hand and pressed the gun against the man's temple with the other hand. "It's best to wait until the target loses the ability to resist."

Now, go check his pockets again."

The other two people panicked and hurriedly touched the gun, but Brandi fired a shot directly into the sky and said, "Don't move, move and I will make a hole in your partner."

The hands of the two men touching the guns immediately froze.

At this time, Brandi once again showed a winning smile and said: "Now, tell me what I want to know, but you have lost the opportunity to get rewarded from it."

"Don't move, you must not move," the man controlled by Brandy shouted, his voice filled with unconscious tremors caused by fear, "Damn it, what were you talking about? Three days ago

, or four days ago, did you see any motorcade or robbery near here?"

The other two people looked at each other again, with confusion in their eyes.

But in the next second, the two of them would only have confusion in their eyes.

Two gunshots almost in succession rang out from behind Brandi. A deep gunshot appeared between the eyebrows of the two people in front of him. The confusion in their eyes was even greater, and it seemed that they were even more confused about being suddenly attacked, but not yet.

When they saw clearly where the bullets were coming, their bodies fell limp to the ground, and their consciousness fell into darkness forever.

Encountering an unexpected situation, Brandi did not hesitate. He pushed the person he restrained hard, twisted his body, and quickly pulled out the revolver from his waist with his other hand. He stood sideways and raised his hands.

One after the other, he simultaneously aimed at the homeless cowboy in front and the unknown gunman behind him.

"It turns out it's you. Looking at your outfit, I thought it was Arthur," a familiar voice came from behind, "Don't be nervous, we're one of our own."

Brandi looked back and saw Micah and Lenny standing behind him. The double-action revolver in Micah's hand was pointed upward, with some black smoke curling out from it.

"Is that you?" Brandy put his revolver back into the holster, while keeping the other gun pointed at the last homeless cowboy. He glanced at Lenny and Micah, who automatically walked to both sides of him.

Asking, “Why are you here in West Elizabeth?”

"I consciously applied here to try my luck and see if I can make some extra money. As you know, we still need money now," Micah said, glanced at Lenny and said, "As for that black boy, he is the boss

What he said to me was to help me stay calm, huh, when did I need a black-skinned brat to tell me what to do?"

Lenny interrupted Micah's insulting words with a gun and a stick at the right time, and asked Brandy: "Are you healed? Why are you all here, and are you playing robbing and kidnapping games with this kind of person?"

"

Brandy immediately told the two of them exactly why she appeared here.

"Oh, it turns out it was the old profiteer who asked you to come. He is really good at calling people," Micah suddenly realized, "but to be honest, your ability to find out information is still lacking."

"I could ask for something right away," Brandi argued, "and at this very moment you shot and killed two people who might have provided me with important clues."

"Since the three of them are together, it's enough to keep one alive," Micah said nonchalantly. "Also, little cowboy, you may know how to extract information from civilized people, but that method is not suitable for this kind of person."

Not only does the stuff not work, it actually encourages them to become more evil."

"I didn't expect you to have experience in this area," Brandi smiled disdainfully, made a "please" gesture, and said, "Well, you are so good, you come and ask."

Micah smiled coldly and did not answer. He just stepped forward, the revolver in his hand dangling, and the muzzle of the gun hit almost all the vital points on the body of the man who was kneeling on the ground.

"Hey, kid," Micah knelt down, raised the man's chin with his gun, and said, "Tell me, did anything interesting happen here related to carriages or carriage convoys three or four days ago?"

The man's body was shaking like chaff, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Micah didn't waste any time and started counting down directly.

"five."

"Four."

"three."

"I said, I said, stop counting," the man shouted, "Three days ago, a convoy of two carriages was indeed robbed here. The hijackers were very good at marksmanship, or they used

They used sniper rifles. Anyway, they first killed the coachman and the guards in the car, then had a fierce fight with the other guards, and then drove away the two carriages before the police from Strawberry Town arrived."

"Where did the carriage go?" Brandi asked.

"I don't know about that," the man shook his head and said, "The gun battle was extremely fierce at the time, and the police came later. I was the only one there at the time, and my two partners, the two who are on the ground now, ran away

I went hunting on the other side of the river, so I didn't dare to show my head when I wasn't there. After the police left, I looked again and couldn't see anything."

"So, do you have any impressions of the carjacking gangsters? For example, their facial features?" Brandy then asked.

"Those people either have their faces covered with black cloth, or they have sacks with their eyes removed on their heads, so you can't see clearly. Their clothes are only a little better than mine, and you can't tell what their background is." The man replied hurriedly.

.

At this time, gunshots rang out again, and the voice of the last homeless cowboy suddenly stopped.

"What are you doing!" Brandy was a little angry, and he hadn't finished asking yet.

"It's a waste of time," Micah said after blowing the black smoke from the muzzle of his gun. "This person obviously doesn't know anything. No matter how many questions you ask, it won't be of much use."

Lenny advised in a low voice from the side: "Okay, Brandi, don't get angry with him. It's not like you don't know who he is."

Brandi slammed the broken revolver in his hand to the ground without saying a word.

Micah was a little amused when he saw Brandi's appearance. He raised his head and looked in the direction they came from, only to see a petite figure riding on a pony that was slightly smaller than the average horse, running quickly towards this side.

Come.

"Oh," Micah said, as if he had discovered something interesting, "Brandy, you must not have imagined what I saw."

"What good things can you see, the photos of Melina and Lani?" Brandi cursed in her heart, turned back and looked in the direction Micah was looking at, and was suddenly dumbfounded.
Chapter completed!