xymnovel Chapter 33 The Killing Never Ceases
Chapter 33 The Killing Never Ceases
Tom's heart skipped a beat. Without thinking, his gaze shot like an arrow towards the direction the wild horse was staring at!
An invisible sense of perception swept over the scorching sand and jagged rocks, just as the senses were about to be exhausted and the edges of the field of vision began to blur.
Behind several giant rocks eroded by the wind, a dozen or so figures were hidden!
Dressed like a typical Western villain, with a wide-brimmed hat pulled low and a revolver slung over his waist, he was crouching furtively behind a rock, peering out.
Several carriages, completely covered in canvas and exuding an ominous aura, were parked nearby!
Tom's "gaze" pierced through the thick canvas in an instant!
When he saw the parts scattered on the side of the carriage, gleaming with a cold, metallic light, his hair stood on end, and he sprang up from the ground as if stung by a scorpion!
barrel!
That terrifyingly thick, menacing gun barrel with honeycomb-shaped heat dissipation holes!
I'd recognize him even if he were ashes!
Gatling!
"The Sun Gang! Those Sun Gang bastards deserve to go to hell!!"
A bone-chilling cold instantly shot from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head!
Tom knew without even thinking that there wouldn't be a second meat grinder like this in this godforsaken place!
The Sun Gang fugitives once said that another group of them went to Dallas... I never expected them to end up here!
Where exactly is this godforsaken place?
Tom cursed the stupid mule loach in his mind again!
What surprised him even more was that at the very edge of his "field of vision," the group of Native Americans who had just parted ways and remained as silent as stones were now approaching the heavily armed Sun Gang thugs who were lurking behind the rocks, step by step!
Surprisingly, these two groups didn't look like enemies at all; they seemed more like... old acquaintances?
The old Indian man did not appear; instead, a man with sharp, eagle-like eyes was whispering something to the leader of the Sun Gang.
boom!
A bolt of lightning struck Tom's mind!
I understood instantly!
He rushed to the mule, grabbed its mane, and said in a low but urgent voice, "Fool! We really have to go this time! If we don't, a huge mess will be waiting for us!"
Sun Gang! Indians!
This is definitely a shady business, like arms dealing!
This muddy water is deadly if you get involved!
The thought flashed through his mind, and Tom moved as fast as a rabbit!
He leaped onto the mule's back and yanked the reins hard: "Giddy up! Let's go!"
Unexpectedly, this mudfish, usually so stubborn, turned around and left without looking back!
The man and his mule vanished silently into the desert, as if they had never existed.
Just when Tom thought he had escaped danger and gotten rid of trouble, little did he know that an even bigger problem was quietly approaching!
As you move, your field of vision expands outwards in all directions.
suddenly!
"Whoa!" Tom suddenly pulled on the reins!
Suddenly, a group of people appeared in their field of vision!
Upon closer inspection, Tom's heart tightened.
"Texas Rangers!" He was momentarily puzzled. "Patrol?"
But this was immediately rejected. At that time, the Texas Rangers were few in number, at most a hundred. How could they possibly send out a large group of more than twenty people to patrol at the same time?
Swish!
A flash of inspiration struck me!
Native Americans, Sun Gang robbers, Texas Rangers...
What's their relationship with each other that they both appeared in this desolate place?
Why did the Rangers appear here at this particular time?
Native Americans who lack weapons but always want to resist, and outlaws who make a living by robbing and selling arms... What are they doing when they meet?
Tom's pupils suddenly contracted!
The answer is obvious!
Native Americans and bandits are making arms deals!
The Texas Rangers are here to arrest them!
These speculations themselves did not frighten Tom much.
But! Tom knows where the weapons the Sun Gang stole are!
Not only did he know, he was even there! Their leader, Lucas, was the one Tom personally sent away! Although Tom didn't touch a single piece of the weaponry inside…
But who the hell would believe that!
Once he's involved, he'll never be able to clear his name, even if he jumped into the Mississippi River!
This is not his fault for overthinking; it's all thanks to his previous profession.
No!
These bandits must not be allowed to fall into the hands of the Rangers alive! Otherwise, the consequences will be dire!
Once he understood the key point, a fierce glint flashed in Tom's eyes, and he yanked the reins sharply!
As if sensing human nature, the loach changed direction and stopped running away. Instead, it silently slipped back towards the rocky area where the Sun Gang robbers were hiding!
Tom crouched low, using the shadows of the rocks and dunes as cover, like a leopard eyeing its prey, stealthily approaching as he tried to avoid the robbers' gaze...
Two hundred yards away, those jagged, wind-eroded boulders looked like the fangs of a monster.
The twelve figures were clearly imprinted in his "vision".
They were either squatting or leaning, their faces rugged and fierce beneath their wide-brimmed hats, and the holsters of their revolvers at their waists were open, revealing a cold metallic sheen.
The leader was a burly man with a full beard, who was impatiently patting his gun holster.
Tom knew he had been discovered.
Perhaps it was the restless snorting of a loach, or perhaps it was the shadow cast by a vulture soaring across the desert.
It doesn't matter anymore.
Twelve against one?
He licked his chapped lips, his eyes showing no fear, only an icy killing intent and a hint of almost fanatical excitement.
"Loach, hide well."
He whispered, his voice eerily calm.
As if guided by a spirit, the mule immediately curled up into a patch of withered thorns and disappeared.
Tom took a deep breath, the scorching air rushing into his lungs, instantly igniting the blood in his entire body.
He stopped hiding and slowly stood up, like a bronze statue rising from the yellow sand.
"Hey! Look there! That kid's come to us of his own accord!" one of the bandits yelled, his voice filled with mockery and cruelty.
"Just him? He's got some nerve! Brothers, turn him into a honeycomb!" The bearded man grinned maliciously as he pulled out his specially made large-caliber revolver.
boom!
The first person to fire a shot wasn't a bandit, but Tom!
The moment the bearded man drew his gun, Tom had already seen all his movements!
Before the savage grin on the bearded man's face could fully unfurl, a burst of blinding blood suddenly erupted from between his brows!
His body jerked backward, crashing heavily onto the scorching sand. He convulsed twice and then fell silent.
Dead!
Time seemed to freeze for a moment.
The mockery and cruelty on the faces of all the bandits were instantly replaced by unbelievable horror!
Fast! Too fast! They didn't even see how the other person drew their gun!
"Boss!!"
The closest thug, his eyes blazing with fury, instinctively pulled the trigger in Tom's direction!
boom! boom! boom!
The bullets whistled through the air, but Tom had already "seen" their trajectory!
His body slid half a step to the side like a ghost, the bullet grazing his clothes and entering the sand dune behind him, kicking up a trail of dust.
Meanwhile, Tom's Colt let out another death roar!
boom!
The gunman's chest exploded with a bloody hole, and the huge impact lifted him half a foot off the ground before he fell heavily to the ground.
"Kill him! Open fire!" The bandits were in complete chaos, their fear instantly overwhelmed by a frenzied killing intent!
The remaining ten men, like enraged wasps, simultaneously drew their guns!
boom!
The roar of ten revolvers firing simultaneously instantly shattered the silence of the desert!
The dense barrage of bullets, like a steel storm, swept over Tom like a tidal wave!