Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

It's like using half a piece of gold as bait to successfully catch the big fish that is the stock photo library.

There's still half a piece of gold with Mei, so let Mike and her split it; I won't get involved.

……

Now, not only Alana, but Jimmy also looked at him with an expression of utter shock.

“It’s possible, but… are you sure?” he asked again. “Are you sure you want to distribute gold to the poor?!”

"Can you do it?" Zhang Renfeng did not answer his question.

“Of course!” Jimmy murmured as if in a dream, “A piece of cake.”

“Very good, Jimmy McGill.” Zhang Renfeng smiled and extended his hand to him. “That’s settled then.”

"We're done."

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Chapter 46: This Stand is So Useful!

After shaking his hand, Jimmy's feelings were incredibly complex. He had desperately hoped the conversation would end quickly. But the information he received at the very end far exceeded his expectations. All his previous stereotypes about Red Zhong changed in that instant.

It's only seven short steps from the desk to the main entrance.

seven steps.

He used those seven steps to think things through and made a decision that would change his life.

……

“Hey, Red Center, you know what…” Jimmy suddenly turned around and stared straight at him as they reached the door. “I can help Cheder, and I can help you too.”

"Me?" Zhang Renfeng couldn't help but laugh out loud when he heard this. "I don't think I need legal aid."

"No, you need it!"

When the topic turned to his field of expertise, Jimmy suddenly became confident, and his voice unconsciously grew louder. "You killed Tuku Zolael, and soon the news will spread like wildfire, through every town and every bar in New Elizabeth. Your bounty will skyrocket, and bounty hunters will flock to you."

"Eliminating the Thunder Gang indirectly cuts off Cheder's source of income. He will hold a grudge against you and intensify his efforts to suppress you... In short, facing increasing external pressure, you need a 'friend in the city' to help you gather information, provide tips, and even find some 'business' opportunities to make money and make a living in the gaps of this tight net."

He patted his chest, flashing the signature "sly Jimmy" smile, "I! I can be your friend."

"Why?" Zhang Renfeng asked curiously. "After you go back, you can easily continue to be Chaidell's legal counsel, can't you?"

“You haven’t seen the essence of the problem, Red Center boss. Cheder needs this black glove. With the Thunder Gang gone, he now has two options—the first is to foster another gang within the New Elizabeth region.”

“Please note that I used the word ‘support’ because the existence of the Thunder Gang has almost monopolized all illegal businesses here, making them the dominant force. In the short term, it may be difficult to find a gang that can rival it in size, which leads to the second option.”

Jimmy's mind works very fast. Unlike Mei, he sees the future from a more macro perspective.

“Continue to cooperate with the Thunder Fury Gang, and the Zolael family will send people over again. New leader, new henchmen, new guns, new horses... everything will be the same as now. When the new Zolael arrives, he will inevitably ask me how Tuku died. I will say I don't know, maybe I can get away with it, maybe I can't.”

“But in any case, I’m already too deeply involved with the Thunder Gang. I know too many of their secrets. Sooner or later, they will get rid of me, like a stray dog ​​being trampled on the side of the road! To Cheder, I’m just a tool that he bought with money. He doesn’t care if I’m threatened, imprisoned, or have a few fingers chopped off by the gang.”

“At that time, you’ll need someone to vouch for you,” Zhang Renfeng said with a smile. “Do you think I’ll be your guarantor?”

“In the civilized world, I’ll be your guarantor. In the barbaric world, you’ll be my guarantor.” Jimmy seemed to enjoy this dance with danger; he licked his lips and even smiled. “So, Boss Red, wanna give it a try?”

“I can absolutely be a part of your grand cause… a silent and insignificant part.”

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Several gunshots rang out in quick succession.

When it comes to actually firing a shot, skill becomes less important; even the most renowned sharpshooter can be taken down by a single, random bullet.

To have lived to this age is quite an achievement, as Mike has indeed had more than one near-death experience. But this time, in this duel that resembled a knightly duel, a bullet struck the horse in the neck, startling it and causing it to fall to the ground, throwing Mike off with it.

Half of his body was pinned down by the horse, and he couldn't get free for a while.

On the other side, the group had dwindled from five to one, and they leisurely rode their horses back.

"Excellent marksmanship, old man, truly excellent marksmanship. What a pity..."

Giselle's right hand was bleeding. In the instant they crossed paths, Mike had aimed for her heart, but Giselle blocked it with her hand.

The bullet pierced his palm, rendering his right hand unusable. His voice was weak as he pulled out his gun with his left hand and awkwardly flicked the firing pin. "There are still five of us."

……

"boom!"

A bullet whistled past, piercing Giselle's head and exploding into a spray of blood on his body. His body lost its support and slid limply off the horse, like a broken puppet.

In the bushes not far away, Xiaomei still held a gun in both hands, breathing rapidly.

She stood there blankly, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions that even she found unbelievable.

Because what I felt first was not happiness, but emptiness.

Giselle is dead, he has avenged his father, and he has done everything he could. Now, this adventure should come to an end.

Giselle offered no reward; sending his body back to Windblown Sands would bring her nothing. There, she would find no glory or flowers like a hero's return, only a cramped bed at her aunt's house, the stench of the livestock town, and a hopeless, predictable life.

"What's wrong with me...?"

……

"Good shot." Mike gritted his teeth and finally managed to pull his legs out from under the horse—the poor mount had been shot right through a vital spot, bleeding profusely, and was clearly beyond saving, groaning in pain. "Oh, poor unlucky fellow..."

"boom!"

Mike couldn't cure it, but he could only try to reduce its pain in his own way.

His leg also seemed to be injured. He limped over to Giselle, lifted his scarf, and her first reaction was that something was wrong. According to Mei's description, he was white, with thick eyebrows and smoky shadows under his eyes, which seemed to be from some kind of burn, causing the regrowth of skin to look different from before.

The Giselle before me did not have the marks she had mentioned on her face.

Yes, but his face was covered in scars, and he had a forlorn expression.

He seemed unsurprised by death; in his final moments, he had somehow foreseen it.

"How is it, Mr. Mike?" Xiaomei shook her head, forcing herself to cheer up. "It's him..."

Suddenly, a large hand reached out from behind and silently gripped her neck!

----

"woo woo woo woo!"

Xiaomei's cries for help made Mike draw his gun instantly, but the tall man was not quick either. In the blink of an eye, he drew a short knife and pressed it against the girl's fair neck, pressing it down slightly.

Despite the darkness and the inability to see his features clearly, Mike quickly understood what was going on and sneered, "I see."

He kicked the corpse on the ground twice. "This is a scapegoat pretending to be you. You are the real Giselle, aren't you?"

Xiao Mei was shocked, her heart leaped into her throat, and she regretted not having seen through it sooner.

It must have been because of his eagerness for revenge that he overlooked many details he shouldn't have, leading to this outcome! Both he and Mike were tricked by Giselle!

“Don’t move, Mr. Reinhardt.” Giselle revealed his real name as well, and pressed the tip of the knife lightly against Mei’s skin. The girl’s skin was quite delicate, but he was able to make only a shallow mark without drawing blood. “I don’t want to fight you both to the death.”

Chapter 47: Is Revenge a Game for Fools?

"Have we met before?" Despite his identity being exposed, Mike didn't seem surprised, as if he had expected this.

Unlike Hong Zhong, although he used a pseudonym and traveled all the way from New Austin, he left behind too many clues and traces.

"On the other hand, only the two of you would dare to break into the Thunder Fury Gang and do such a big job."

Giselle shielded Mei in front of her and began to slowly move to the right, saying, "The former members of the legendary gang, the Jack Gang, 'Iron Wall Reinhardt,' and the assassin who committed major crimes in White Torch Town and Windblown Sand, 'Red Center.'"

"You want to use Tuku's head to exchange for the bounty, right? Unfortunately, that's a dead end. If you have any basic intelligence, you'd better leave here as soon as possible and take action against Tuku. The Zolael family's revenge will soon come like snowflakes from all over the country."

Mike remained staring blankly with his lifeless eyes, unmoved, and it was difficult to discern any change in his emotions from his gaze. It was as if no matter what kind of pressure was applied, it was nothing more than a gentle breeze to him, causing no pain or itch.

"Let that girl go." His hand holding the gun was as steady as iron. "Let's talk like men."

“Ha, I’m afraid that won’t work… ‘Belok’!” Giselle whistled, and his black horse naturally turned a corner and galloped toward him.

The man and the horse were clearly longtime partners, and the black horse even lowered its body slightly to the side during the run. Giselle seized the fraction of a second of the gap, using her strong left arm to hold Mei, her right hand on the saddle, and her feet in the stirrups, leaping onto the horse with a fluid and graceful movement.

"boom!"

Mike didn't waste this rare opportunity and fired a shot, hitting Gisele squarely in the left shoulder.

"Woo..."

He seemed to grunt, but didn't move. Instead, he pulled Xiaomei onto the horse's back. The black horse seemed to understand its master's intentions; instead of taking the main mountain road, it galloped off and plunged into the depths of the dense forest.

It was completely dark, and the branches and leaves made it impossible to hit the target. Mike tried firing two more shots, both to no avail. Watching the black horse recede into the distance, he cursed in frustration. His leg wasn't fully healed, and the only horse he could ride had been lost just minutes before. He couldn't think of any other way!

“I’m going to die…”

After checking his remaining ammunition, Mike went to the river, filled two small bottles with river water, and then took his carbine out of his saddlebags. After clearing out the remaining supplies, Mike decided to travel light, taking only some dried meat he had hunted, along with his weapons and the necessary water.

His hand hovered over the handle of the kerosene lamp for a moment before he finally decided not to bring it: in the pitch-black forest, to light a lamp rashly while tracking prey would be tantamount to revealing his position.

That being said, he certainly wasn't as familiar with the terrain of the Grey Wolf Mountains as Giselle was. In the darkness, it was still unknown who was the hunter and who was the predator. He could only hope that his luck would be as good as before.

"call……"

Mike quickly lit a cigarette, took a puff to bolster his courage, then threw it on the ground and stomped it out before slowly stepping into the tranquil forest.

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So stupid!

That's so stupid, so stupid, so stupid...

Xiaomei kept repeating to herself, and after realizing what had happened, she recalled the details and realized that many things were not right.

Along the way, Gisele, riding on the black horse, tightened the reins and soothed the horse many times. Now that I think about it, if it were the horse he always rode, he wouldn't need to use the reins so frequently. He didn't even notice these obviously abnormal behaviors!

Fortunately, there is still a chance to remedy the situation.

"Madam, I need you to give me the revolver from the holster."

The moment her hand reached for the gun handle, Gisele seemed to know what she was about to do and said in a remarkably calm tone, "Don't do anything foolish. You'll survive."

"..." Xiaomei bit her lip, but still chose to pull out the revolver and hand it to him.

After taking the gun, Gisele threw it away, completely eliminating any possibility of Mei firing it.

"Thank you." He glanced at her briefly. "I'm curious, what exactly did they promise you that drew you into such a crazy journey?"

"Revenge." Xiaomei stared into his seemingly emotionless eyes. "My father was killed by the Thunder Fury Gang. I want him to pay for this in blood!"

“I see, revenge, that makes sense now.” Giselle glanced back to make sure Mike wasn’t chasing after her, then slowed down and tore open her clothes to check the gunshot wound on her shoulder. “Only this reason could make a lady give up her bright future and throw herself into this furnace.”

A bright future?

A future to choose between maids, helpers, and housewives?

Xiao Mei didn't say anything, but her azure eyes revealed disdain and a lingering hatred.