Kevin Wofford casually turned the gun and put the revolver back into the holster, with a calm look on his face. He did not notice at all that there was a trace of black smoke lingering on the left shoulder of the holster that was scratched by the bullet.

But being in the game, he knew very well that he was lucky enough to win.

Kevin Wofford knew very well that in the duel just now, there was only a millimeter difference in the speed of drawing his gun between him and his opponent. If his bullet had not hit the opponent first, then the opponent's bullet would not only have scratched the left shoulder of his coat.

So simple.

And this tiny difference lies in the musical pocket watch used as a timer.

This pocket watch has been with him for three years, and he is naturally very familiar with the music of the pocket watch. He already knows when the music will stop. Compared with the young policeman who is not familiar with the music of the pocket watch, he is more prepared in this regard.

Moreover, during the timing phase, the pocket watch was held in the hand of Second Lieutenant Butch who was relatively close to him. Therefore, compared to the young policeman, Kevin Wofford could realize that the music had stopped faster and could pull it out earlier than his opponent.

Gun shooting.

From this point of view, if we only look at the speed of drawing a gun, the young policeman should be faster than Kevin Wofford. However, it is a pity that this fledgling policeman inadvertently missed the opportunity and let

Your own advantages are gone, and your opponents have found opportunities to take advantage of them.

The so-called duel is nothing more than a competition between the two sides' methods. This method not only refers to the hard power of both sides, but also includes the intrigues and intrigues of both sides.

Although in the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy and trickery are like childish play, when the strength gap between the two sides is not huge, conspiracy and trickery become a weapon for surprising victory.

The middle-aged policeman didn't react until Kevin Wofford turned around, stumbled out of the carriage, threw himself on the young policeman and cried loudly.

Even Brandi, who had experienced hundreds of battles, was stunned for a moment before he realized that the duel had come to an end.

No matter how many duels you have watched or experienced, this early and middle stage paved the way for layers of tension and pressure. Until the end, all the tension and pressure suddenly disappeared with the sound of a gunshot and the death of a life.

Broken is like piercing a balloon close to the heart. Anyone who is human will be moved by it.

"A very good young man," the person who concluded the young policeman's coffin was his last opponent during his lifetime, Kevin Wofford. He seemed to sigh with regret and said, "What a pity, young man.

Always too energetic."

Brandy looked at Kevin Wofford's back, walked up to the middle-aged policeman, and said, "Don't cry. Although all this is a bit unexpected, at least you are still alive and can do anything for you."

He gathers the bones."

At this point, Brandi paused, took out five ten-dollar bills from his trouser pocket, handed them over, and said: "Take it, buy him a good coffin, and if you have extra, treat it as mine."

Just give me a little thought."

The middle-aged policeman wiped the tears from his face, looked at the banknotes in Brandy's hand, seemed a little sad, and smiled a little self-deprecatingly, and said: "Of course there are too many, too many."

He pushed away the dollar in Brandi's hand without getting up and said: "A revolver can only be sold for 25 dollars at most, but if you throw a 10-dollar bill in the face of the coffin seller in the town,

Come on, believe it or not, he will treat you like a gentleman in the White House and His Majesty the King of the British Empire."

Brandi was not unaware of this situation. During the month or two when Valentine was recovering from his injuries, he even witnessed the hellish scene of the town's roads being covered with thin wooden coffins. However, other than some emotion at the time, he didn't have much else to say.

Feeling.

For him, who is alone in this world, only the lives of everyone in the Van der Linde Gang (except Micah) who he currently regards as relatives and partners are worthy of attention. For some special people, this attention sometimes even exceeds

The importance he places on his life.

As for the others, they won't even leave many traces in his heart. Facing the enemies who raised their guns at him, this young man who had only touched a gun for more than a year could even face a group of enemies for the first time.

When faced with a situation, do not hesitate to raise your gun and shoot at the enemy.

Brandy had never done any psychological preparation beforehand for killing people. When he first shot through the heads of the members of the Skinned Brothers gang who invaded Adler's farm with a repeating rifle, his heart was more intense than the frozen Lake Isabella.

He also wanted to be calm and calm, as if using a gun to kill someone was as simple and normal to him as eating and drinking.

Brandy herself has never figured out the origin of all this, but it is actually not difficult to understand.

Anyone who can easily kill someone is someone who has no regard for life.

As a time traveler, Brandi has never taken the lives of people in this era seriously. Although he is used to living in this world, he has not yet truly integrated into it from his heart.

Generally speaking, in Brandy's subconscious, in this world, except for those people she cares about, everyone else is still NPC who can be killed without any psychological burden.

Therefore, Brandy just felt a little pity for the death of the young policeman. After all, objectively speaking, it is always a pity for such a person to have the courage to die, even if this is a person who has nothing to do with him.

The middle-aged policeman had wiped away his tears and his face had returned to a calm state. If it weren't for the traces of tears still left on his cheeks, no one would have known that he had cried before.

He didn't look at Brandi, he just picked up the young policeman's body and carried it to the carriage step by step.

"Mr. Police, what are you..." Brandy hesitated to speak.

"The prisoners have all escaped. I can only take this child's body back to Blackwater Town." The middle-aged policeman settled the young policeman, climbed out of the carriage, turned to look at Brandy, and said, "Take your money."

Get up, Mr. 'Angel Eyes', I understand what you mean, but this matter is not your fault. It was the child who was so impulsive that he took his own life. You have already done everything within your power, I think.

Let’s just say goodbye.”

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Brandi looked at the middle-aged policeman in front of him, and felt in a daze that the man in front of him had aged by more than ten years in an instant.

"I...I'm sorry." Brandi felt as if she had a thousand words in her heart, but in the end, she only said one sentence of apology.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, young man," the middle-aged policeman climbed onto the carriage and covered his greasy, sparse and somewhat white hair with a white cowboy hat. He held up the brim of his hat and said in a low voice, "While this is happening,

I helped divert the attention of the bandits, so hurry up and leave."

The draft horse was neighing, the wheels were squeaking, and in the empty prison car, the middle-aged policeman who looked much older carried the young policeman who had only the empty body left, and slowly left with his back to the sunset.

Brandy looked at the carriage gradually going away and silently took off the cowboy hat on her head.

He now feels a little tight in his chest, and his breath seems to be stuck in it, making it difficult to clear it.

For the first time, he felt that there was a big problem with some of the truths that he had believed in for a long time.

Brandi, who has always been able to think everything clearly about herself, is a little confused at the moment.

He knew that he had probably done something wrong. Of course, it might not be considered a wrong thing, but it went against his own hidden intention. However, he was confused and couldn't figure out what went wrong.

All he knew was that he wanted to kill someone now.

At this time, Kevin Wofford's voice suddenly sounded not far behind him: "Young man, your courage is not as good as that boy's, but you know how to assess the situation better. I admire you more than him."

Brandi was about to put her hat back on her head, but paused when she heard Kevin Wofford's voice.

Behind him, the sound of footsteps gradually approached.

"How about it? Are you interested in joining us? Although I have always hated Yankees, a Yankee who knows the current affairs is better than a nigger who never matures, what do you think?" Kevin Wofford drove the car

Thinking it was a funny joke, the Lemoyne raiders behind him also joined in the booing, saying all kinds of unseemly welcome words.

Brandy turned around and looked directly into Kevin Wofford's provocative and contemptuous eyes, without any emotion in his eyes.

"I have no interest in joining a group of Southern scum with big dreams," Brandi still didn't spare any face for Kevin Wofford. He said unceremoniously, "I'm very sorry, Lieutenant.

, I still have some personal matters, so I will stay here soon."

"You brat, I think you're tired of living!" Among the Lemoyne Marauders, Second Lieutenant Butch was furious when he heard this. He immediately took the revolver on his waist and pointed the gun at Brandy.

His actions seemed to give an order, and the other Lemoyne Marauders also raised their guns almost at the same time. For a moment, more than a dozen guns locked onto the expressionless Brandy.

Kevin Wofford raised the corners of his mouth and scrutinized Brandi's facial expression with his eyes, trying to find fear on his face.

Naturally, he failed, because even though a dozen guns were aimed at him, Brandy's face did not show the slightest emotion.

"It seems that I underestimated you, and you are right. Knowing how to assess the situation does not mean losing courage," Kevin Wofford said with a smile, "I will not hinder you, but I also hope that you will not be on my territory in the future.

When trouble comes, our power is beyond your imagination."

He turned around and walked a few steps, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and said: "Oh, by the way, maybe, I mean maybe, there will be a day in the future when we will have the opportunity to cooperate. I believe that we will meet again in the future.

of."

"I advise you not to expect such a day." Brandy said this from the bottom of her heart.

Kevin Wofford looked coldly at Brandi's back, who had turned around. As if on a whim, he spoke again: "In the South, there is a tradition that any business or cooperation can only be done with...

It will be effective only after shaking hands. Otherwise, even if a contract with legal effect has been signed, we will not recognize its legality."

"So, young Mr. Bounty Hunter," he maintained a gentlemanly smile, stretched out his right hand and said, "It's better to choose the day than to hit it. How about we take advantage of this opportunity to shake hands for future cooperation?"

Brandy turned around again, and there was a little doubt on his calm face. He asked in a tone of trying to confirm something: "You? Want to shake my hand? Now?"

"That's right." Kevin Wofford nodded.

"I don't think it's necessary." Brandi seemed to relax a little, took out the cigarette case from his pants pocket, threw a cigarette into his mouth, and said.

"What if I insist on doing this?" A layer of gloom passed over Kevin Wofford's face.

Brandi struck a match slowly and lit the cigarette in his mouth. He raised his head slightly, glanced at Kevin Wofford's hand stretched out to him, suddenly smiled, spread his hands, and said: "Since you insist,

Then I will obey."

The gloom on Kevin Wofford's face was instantly wiped away, replaced by a winner's smile.

Brandi walked a few steps closer and held Kevin Wofford's hand, smoke curling out from the corners of his raised mouth.

Kevin Wofford moved his lips and wanted to say some winner's declaration. Suddenly, there was a strong force from the held right hand, and he and Brandi were close to each other in a weird posture that was similar to a hug.

.

The familiar sound of the safety being clicked suddenly came to his ears, and Kevin Wofford's abdomen was pressed against the barrel of a gun brutishly.

"I was just thinking about how to kill you," Brandi said with a cruel look on her face, "It's good, someone just handed me a pillow when I fell asleep."

"You...I advise you not to act rashly," Kevin Wofford was a little flustered at first, then forcibly calmed down, and said with a trembling smile, "Have you forgotten? There are more than a dozen guns at the moment.
To be continued...