Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

He crouched down, facing Alana directly, and sneered, "Either you tell me everything you know, one by one, and I might consider leniently reducing your sentence. Or... ha... something might happen, and it's hard to say."

"Burning down a house, caught red-handed—unless a lawyer suddenly jumps out of the police station right now, you can't escape this charge!"

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"Boom!"

The police station door was pushed open, and a man strode in.

A black suit, a red tie—a classic Whitemore suit. The man wasn't particularly tall, and his hairline was receding precariously, but he exuded confidence. Even the light reflected from his smooth forehead seemed to proclaim his confidence.

There are indeed people like that; the moment they stand there, the whole world seems to fall for them.

"Good morning, Sheriff Malloy. And the renowned weapons manufacturer, Mr. Theon Mislandil."

The confident man walked as if he were tap dancing. He took out two small cards from his pocket and handed them to the two men.

"what is this?"

The sheriff took the card, squinted, and looked puzzled. "'Give me Jimmy'? And who the hell are you?"

“Jimmy McGill, that’s me.” Jimmy bowed and smiled. “As you can see, I am the lawyer representing these two ladies. I am also Mr. Lane Childer’s legal counsel. I look forward to your guidance.”

"Chedell? What?" The sheriff's expression shifted from shock to confusion, but the mention of Chedell's name forced him to handle the matter with even greater caution. "That Chedell, the rich one?"

“Indeed, as you may know, the legal system in New Elizabeth has always been at the forefront. I won’t leave until I’m certain my client has exercised his due power.” Jimmy turned to Theon and said, “Can we talk privately?”

"Wait a minute!" Seeing the situation quickly taken over by an outsider, the sheriff was somewhat annoyed. "What right do you have to talk to him..."

“Mr. Theon hasn’t filed a formal lawsuit against my client, right? So, under these circumstances, an out-of-court settlement is entirely possible, as long as our compensation… is sufficient.” Jimmy winked at the two girls in the jail, reopened the police station door, and gracefully gestured, “Please.”

……

"F**k!" The sheriff was furious that the duck he was about to catch was about to fly away again, and he slammed his fist on the railing.

But this time, even Alana could see that he was in a state of impotent rage.

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“If you do something wrong, you should be punished.” In the dusty town, Theon leaned against the police station wall and said earnestly, “That’s what’s important.”

“Well, let’s put it this way, Mr. Theon. First of all, I agree with your point of view. Indeed, your understanding of justice is very correct.” Jimmy first expressed his affirmation, “but they are just young people. As you can see, my client is only 14 years old, and the other girl is probably even younger than her.” (Jimmy misjudged Mesalia’s age; in fact, Mesalia is one year older than Alana.)

"The charge of burglary is unfounded. 'Breakthrough'? Of course, but 'theft'? No. Think back, when you subdued them, did you find any stolen goods?"

"..."

It really doesn't.

Theon bit his lip.

"Their purpose in breaking into your home was actually quite simple—they wanted to see for themselves the various weapons you had created."

Theon rolled his eyes at him, not understanding how he could say such an obvious lie without batting an eye.

"Are you serious?"

“Oh, of course, come on! Who do you think you are? Mislandil, the renowned successor of the ‘Gunsmith’! It’s perfectly normal to have a few admirers. They’re just a little fanatical, which is certainly not good. I believe this short trip to prison will be enough to teach the ladies a lesson.”

"Let's just leave it at that..."

Jimmy pulled out $100 from his wallet, grinned, and handed it over. "Let's settle this quickly and easily, okay?"

Throughout the entire process, Theon only needed three bullets to subdue the two girls.

Three bullets for $100—it seems like a sure-fire way to make money.

Theon bit his lip, but in the end, he still took Jimmy's hand.

----

……

Outside the police station, Xiaomei was still in shock and breathing rapidly.

The sky was still so blue, the dust was still so intense, but all of this became so lovely in her eyes.

Jimmy was right about one thing: going through prison really does give you a second chance at life.

At least, at this moment, Xiaomei secretly made up her mind that she would never come in again, never!

"So, who exactly are you?" Alana looked at Jimmy beside her, her brows furrowed. "I appreciate your help, but... I don't recall ever having a lawyer."

“Me? I’m just a nobody, Alana, an unknown nobody, but I’m your friend.”

Jimmy smiled, held up his finger, and made a "flirting" gesture, saying, "'Sly Jimmy' will always be your Amigo, just remember that."

With that, he put his hands behind his back, strode away, and disappeared into the noisy town.

Chapter 37: You Shouldn't Have Done That (Please click and read on!)

“Jimmy McGill? Cheddar’s legal advisor?” Zhang Renfeng was puzzled when he suddenly remembered the small card he found in the trash can in Tuku’s room. The fact that it was thrown in the trash suggested that Tuku probably didn’t value it much, but the fact that it was in his office itself indicated something.

Xiaomei pulled out the card, unsure if it was the right one. After all, she was locked up in prison when Jimmy handed her the business card, and only vaguely saw him pass it to her. But the name printed on the card was indeed that name, and the strange slogan on it matched up perfectly.

"The slippery Jimmy Ha, Chedel's legal advisor, has become a friend of the gang members..."

However, it's not the right time to delve into this matter. What's truly important is the plan that's scheduled to be implemented in three days.

Mike's expression was somewhat somber, though it was always like that—a stern face, as if someone owed him money. But this time, his expression was noticeably more somber than before. When Zhang Renfeng asked him, he confessed that he had encountered a bounty hunter that afternoon while setting up a trap.

“You might not care, but I also have a 500 yuan bounty on me. By the way, I'm carrying this 500 yuan bounty because you killed Colin without thinking.” At this crucial juncture, Mike didn't intend to start any internal strife, but simply sighed, “The incident occurred in Windblown Sands. We've been gone for over a week, and the bounty hunters who caught wind of it must have turned Windblown Sands upside down. After discovering I wasn't there, they will inevitably expand their search area. The Gray Wolf Mountains, well, they're not actually that far, so it's normal for them to find us here.”

"So... Mr. Mike, did you have a conflict with them?"

Xiaomei's tone clearly implied the question, "Did you get rid of them?", but she had to express it in a more literary way.

“No, they didn’t recognize me. I was wearing a fisherman’s hat,” Mike replied. “But they rode past me on horseback, swaggering around, talking about my relationship with Red. Right now, most bounty hunters think I’m Red’s subordinate. Catching me would expose Red, the $1500 bounty.”

"So, whatever the reason, the little girl is very lucky to be able to get out of prison today without paying any price."

"As for me and Red Center, this bounty will probably only be cleared up when Chedel dies of old age and no one is willing to pay. For the rest of our lives, we'll both have to live like rats in the street, dodging sheriffs, mounted police, Pinkerton detectives, and bounty hunters."

The three remained silent for a while, their expressions varying under the kerosene lamp, each lost in their own thoughts.

"Everyone is tired, let's get some rest."

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At the same time, in Tuku's room, he was tightly embracing a tall man in a black coat with a smoke scar near his eye, and was patting his back with a dull thud. It was rare to see him engage in such intimate physical contact with others, and to see him with such an innocent smile.

"Oh! Giselle, you have no idea how long I've waited for you!"

Giselle said in a deep voice, "I've already heard the whole story from them. When I was collecting debts in Redstone Town, I also inquired around and found that no one in the industry had ever heard of such an eye-catching trio. This is enough to prove that their origins are fake, or at least, they definitely didn't come from Redstone Town."

“I knew it, those bastards were after me. My head is worth $6000, enough for a bounty hunter's livelihood for half a lifetime.” Tuku’s eyes flashed with ferocity as he gritted his teeth and said, “I’m going to rip their throats open and pull their tongues out!”

Giselle didn't respond to that, but just looked at him noncommittally.

"I heard that you beat to death all the people I assigned to take care of you." His voice was calm and firm, like an ironwood tree growing in the darkness. "Why? What did they do to make you so angry?"

“Friend, my friend, it’s a misunderstanding, it wasn’t directed at you. They didn’t close my window properly, and a thief broke in. That guy came in, sat in my chair, and smoked the Red Apple cigarettes I stole—it was an intolerable provocation!”

The body language of the photo library is very expressive. It uses jokes to explain its behavior: "Although no one knows, there must be disciplinary measures. Otherwise, today they just don't take you seriously, but tomorrow they might poison your food, hahaha... Friend, no offense, but unlike you, my head is quite valuable."

"Anyway, we can just catch a few more of those 'things' next time we go down the mountain. It's not a big deal."

Tucus waved nonchalantly, lit a cigarette for himself, and tossed one to Gisele.

He took the expensive Red Apple cigarette, held it to his nose and smelled it, but detected a bloody odor.

He ultimately didn't smoke the expensive cigarette, but instead put it in his pocket, asking, "What do you want me to do?"

"It's simple. By this time tomorrow, I'll tell them they're almost ready and can set off to dig for gold. You'll lead the team down the mountain with them. Once we've located the gold mine, we'll take care of them all. Under cover of darkness, we'll bury the bodies as well."

Tuku calmly issued the decisive order: "Your opponents are only an old man in his fifties and a young girl who looks like a virgin."

"Oh, right. Don't kill that girl yet. Bring her back. These past few days, we've been seeing her wandering around outside the camp, and the brothers are getting really hungry. We need to let them have a good time."

"……clear."

Giselle didn't say much, turned to leave, but stopped at the door.

"There's new information from the Windblown Sands: Angel Eyes has resurfaced, killed several high-bounty targets, and is heading towards New Elizabeth."

"Hahaha, you're overthinking it, my friend. Those who truly want to make a living as bounty hunters wouldn't dare touch me." Tuku, however, appeared quite confident, waving his hand. "The consequences of offending the Zolael family are far beyond what nobodies like them can afford."

Seeing that he remained unmoved, Gisele said no more, nodded slightly, and left.

The moment he stepped out, Tuku once again displayed his amazing ability to change his expression, his smile vanishing completely.

He spat the half-smoked Red Apple cigarette into the trash can.

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In the tavern, under the dim, worn-out light, Scarface slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes somewhat unfocused.

He wasn't unfamiliar with the fact that Tuku had killed people before, but the fact that he was so violently attacked simply because the window wasn't closed properly—a reason that even the gang found incomprehensible—still instilled fear in him.

Think about it, if you deserve to die for such a small mistake, what would happen if you made a mistake in the future and the stock photo agency found out?

Joining the Thunder Fury Gang, he was mentally prepared to die from gunfire. But when he saw a pair of fists pounding into the servants, raising clouds of blood, he couldn't help but tremble. If he had a choice, he would rather be shot in the head.

The strong liquor couldn't suppress the fear in his heart, but he also realized that the money in his pocket wouldn't allow him to drink anymore.

"How many?"

"1 dollar and 25 cents."

"?"

"You bought everyone a drink, remember?" the bartender reminded him. "It's all on your tab."

“I don’t have 25 cents…can you round it down?” Scarface pleaded gently.

"Rules are rules." The bartender put down his glass and stared straight at him. "You have to pay for whatever you drink."

He felt around and actually found a 25-cent coin in a pocket. After a slight hesitation, he took it out and placed it on the bar.

"when----"

The sound of the coin exploding in his mind was like a thunderclap.

For a moment, Scarface regretted it, but the bartender had already covered it with his hat.

……

At the same time, Giselle arrived at the tavern entrance.

Riding a black horse, dressed in black, wearing a black hat... he looked like the embodiment of death.

"Come here." He beckoned to the scarred man. "I need to talk to you."

Chapter Thirty-Eight: When people cry, they must speak their true feelings.

"So, the person has already left?"

"Yes, they left, they just left."

Tuku patted Zhang Renfeng on the shoulder, revealing for the first time in front of him a half-smile, as if he wanted to devour his prey whole, and sneered, "Don't worry, Amigo. Just like you, I also have my most trusted 'partner,' and he's the one leading this team. As you said, the old man and the young girl are in charge of giving directions, our people will do the work, and we'll all work together to make big money."

"As for you, Amigo... just stay here with me and wait to count your money."

Zhang Renfeng looked at him calmly, took out his pocket watch, checked the time, and saw it was 5:30 PM.

Winter days are always exceptionally short; it was barely six o'clock, and already dark in the mountains. They could have waited until tomorrow morning, but they chose this particular time. What the library was up to was as clear as day.

Just now, Tuku organized a so-called "gold-digging team," led by Giselle, and they blocked Mike and Mei on their way back on the road leading to Scar Village.

Then, almost forcibly, the two were made to lead the team down the mountain to search for gold.

They deliberately kept the entire process away from Scarface Village, or more precisely, away from Zhang Renfeng's sight. By the time he realized something was wrong, it was too late; it was Alana, who had returned to the village alone, who told him everything.

From the very beginning, the stock photo agency never trusted its own group, which seems to be nothing new.

“If all goes well, this might be your last night in Scarface Village.” Tuku stared at him with a victorious air, sneering, “Do I have the honor of having dinner with you once again?”

Zhang Renfeng realized that this was no longer a request.

The story of Scarface Village is coming to an end.

He nodded.

……