"Kenny!"
"Wall!"
"Manuel?!"
The hunchbacked old man raised his voice and shouted the names of his three men, but no one answered outside the house.
It was not until half a minute later that there was another knock on the door.
"Trying to be mysterious." The hunchbacked old man let out a sneer. He didn't say any more nonsense, pulled the trigger, and fired all the bullets in the pistol. This time, the other party had really shot himself in the foot. If he hadn't done this, the hunchbacked old man wouldn't have known where he was. But now, the knocking on the door was tantamount to exposing his location, and the thin wooden door could not stop the bullets from pouring out.
In the blink of an eye, the hunchbacked old man emptied a pistol's magazine. When the white smoke from the muzzle dissipated, there was finally no movement outside.
The hunchbacked old man threw the empty pistol to Matthew and said, "Go, open the door and see what's going on outside."
Matthew hesitated for a moment. He knew that the hunchbacked old man wanted to use him as bait, but seeing that the hunchbacked old man had turned his gun to his wife, he could only pick up the empty pistol, pick up the kerosene lamp on the table, and walk out of the house.
Jane couldn't care less about her own safety at the moment. She quickly ran to her daughter, checked her injured hand, and opened the cabinet to look for gauze that could be used to wrap the wound.
Wendy, however, endured the pain, and glanced at the shadow under the cabinet from time to time. She hid the shotgun's bullets there, looking for a chance to load it into the chamber.
But the next moment, the hunchbacked old man's words shattered her last hope. "Dear, you'd better not do anything. Otherwise, it won't just be your hand that gets hurt. Now, kick the shotgun to me."
Wendy could only reluctantly kick the shotgun on the ground.
The hunchbacked old man stepped on it with his left foot, then turned his head to look at Matthew, who had walked to the door. The latter took a deep breath and opened the bullet-riddled door.
There were no gunshots outside.
"How is it? Did you see his body? "asked the hunchbacked old man.
"No, there are only three bodies outside, all of them are your men," Matthew said.
"Where's the blood?"
Matthew moved the kerosene lamp closer. "Uh, I don't know. There's a lot of blood on the ground, but it looks like it was left by your men."
"Well, it seems that I have to meet him personally." The hunchbacked old man's expression did not change. "It just so happens that I haven't exercised my muscles for a long time."
As soon as he finished speaking, the long-awaited gunshot rang out again, shattering the kerosene lamp in Matthew's hand. The hunchbacked old man reacted quickly. His ears twitched, and he immediately caught the direction of the gunshot. He rolled to the door, raised his gun, and fired.
However, the next moment, a figure flashed past the window and smashed another kerosene lamp in the room.
The room was plunged into darkness.
The hunchback man kicked over a table for cover, grabbed Wendy's mother, leaned back, and shouted at the door.
"And then? Without light, I can't see you, but you can't see me either. Besides, I have a hostage in my hands. It seems like we're in a deadlock. Since that's the case, why don't we have a chat? "
The hunchbacked old man paused, then asked, "Who are you? What's your relationship with Matthew's family? Why do you care about this? "
"…"
It was still quiet outside the door. The man seemed to have made up his mind not to speak.
The hunchbacked old man didn't mind and continued, "Well, let me tell you what's going to happen next … You killed three of my men. To be fair, I should also kill the hostages. Or … we can also use a gentlemanly way to solve this dispute. How about I fight you one-on-one? Your marksmanship is good, and I'm just an old man. If we duel, you have a big advantage. As long as you kill me, you can save this family. "
"…"
"Tsk tsk, it seems that you don't like to talk, but it doesn't matter. I'm a very patient person. I'll give you half a minute. If you don't speak after half a minute, I'll kill the woman in my hands."
As soon as the room was plunged into darkness, Wendy squatted down, endured the pain, and searched the ground. She didn't know who the man outside was, and whether he was a match for the hunchbacked old man. However, pinning her hopes on others had never been her style.
After a while, she found the box of bullets under the cabinet, and then quietly crawled in the direction of the shotgun.
Along the way, not only did she have to look for the gun, but she also had to be careful to avoid the debris on the ground to ensure that she didn't make any noise. Probably only she knew how difficult it was. However, when she finally touched the shotgun and was about to load it with bullets, she suddenly heard a gunshot.
Wendy froze in place.
She had been highly nervous, and her concept of time had long been confused. She didn't know how much time had passed, and whether it was the half-minute deadline. She only felt something warm splashing on her face.
Until the lights came back on.
Only then did she see the scene in front of her again. What she was most worried about did not happen. Although her mother was frightened and trembling, she seemed to be fine. On the other hand, the hunchbacked old man beside her had a muzzle on his head, and he was lying in a pool of blood.
And the blood that splashed on her face just now was the hunchbacked old man's blood, perhaps mixed with some brain matter.
At the top of the stairs on the second floor, Zhang Heng put away his gun.
At the same time, he received two system prompts. One was about the main mission, and the other was about the 30 game points he received after killing the hunchbacked old man.
The second half of the main mission was to find the Lucky Horseshoe. Zhang Heng had met the old sheriff before this, and then he met Matthew and the hunchbacked old man. After that, he gathered the remaining three members of the Lucky Horseshoe, and this part of the mission was completed.
This mission was actually not as difficult as he imagined. Strictly speaking, he didn't even need to experience any battles. All he needed to do was find the three members. However, the possibility of encountering Cook and his gang without a fight was very small.
Zhang Heng looked at Wendy, who was still in a daze downstairs, and said to her, "It's okay."
Wendy acted as if she didn't hear what he said, still holding the shotgun in her hand and pointing it at Cook's body on the ground.
Zhang Heng walked downstairs and came to the girl. He held the barrel with one hand and carefully pried Wendy's fingers with the other. "Okay, it's okay. He is dead. There should be only a few members of the Cook Gang left. Sheriff Dolan is chasing after the rest. Your family is safe now."
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