Chapter 45: Rescuing Sean (Part 2)
Trelawny looked at the young man in the Gang before him, unable to help but feel more curiosity and doubt.
Just who had influenced this fellow to be so money-grubbing?
Was he forced by his childhood environment, or had he encountered some special experience while growing up? Trelawny wondered to himself.
Meanwhile, Johnny stared at the densely packed enemies ahead, his brow furrowed.
Obviously, being truly low-key was impossible; the only feasible way was an "armed infiltration."
Thinking this, he turned his head and said to Trelawny:
"The situation isn't good. You need to hurry back and slowly herd everyone else's horse over to Charles."
"The commotion here won't be small in a moment. We need to evacuate as quickly as possible in the chaos afterward!"
Standing aside, Javier heard this and stared at Johnny with wide eyes, full of expectation to receive a plan of his own.
Ever since he had this external brain, he didn't want to think at all.
However, Johnny didn't say much. He unhurriedly pulled a piece of cured wolf meat from his satchel, took a large bite, and began to chew.
Then, he stuffed the remaining wolf meat back into his satchel and, without a word, strode toward the enemy's direction.
Just like that, Johnny showed his plan to everyone and Javier through action—crushing them with raw strength.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" Six deafening gunshots pierced the sky, like the Grim Reaper swinging his scythe, mercilessly harvesting lives.
Each gunshot represented a living soul being sent to another world to meet Jesus. In an instant, the scent of blood spread, making one's hair stand on end.
Following that, intermittent sniper fire echoed from above the valley, like ghosts whispering in the dark night.
By the cliffside, the enemies' corpses fell one after another like puppets with their strings cut, performing a classic gravity experiment.
In the midst of this chaos, the two moved agilely, weaving through the battlefield like specters.
They struck ruthlessly; wherever they went, the enemies' minds were opened.
Those pretentious Bounty Hunters would be hit by precise bullets the moment they showed their heads, falling into a baby-like sleep.
Johnny was like an arrow released from a bow, sprinting rapidly toward the front of the canyon.
Although time was tight and there was no time to search for loot carefully, with his keen eyes honed over many years (and his freeloading walkthrough), he spotted a brand-new bolt-action rifle at a glance.
Without a moment's hesitation, Johnny snatched it into his arms and continued his forward dash, disappearing into the smoke-filled depths of the valley.
Early-game mini-god-tier item obtained! √
As the final blow of the Dynasty PK on the hilltop by Charles landed, the fierce battle finally came to an end.
The four figures still standing on the field announced that one side had achieved a total victory in this peripheral battle with overwhelming advantage.
Charles walked with steady steps toward the fallen enemy, his gaze falling on that high-quality machete shimmering with a cold light.
He bent down without hesitation, gripped the hilt, and easily took it from beside the corpse.
Then, he stood up straight and spat hard at the lifeless body.
The spit traced an arc in the air, landing accurately on the corpse's face, as if it were the most ruthless mockery and contempt for the loser.
At this time, the other four also quickly reached the hilltop. They gathered together, every face beaming with the joy of impending victory.
Charles nonchalantly handed the newly acquired machete to Johnny standing beside him, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly as he said softly:
"Hey, Attendant, I know you've always liked collecting all sorts of weapons. This blade should be to your liking."
However, at that moment, Arthur, who was standing nearby, suddenly began to grumble like a resentful woman.
He stood with hands on his hips, eyes wide, and shouted in dissatisfaction:
"Hmph! Why don't I see anyone caring if old Arthur also needs a machete? Charles, you've really had a change of heart! In the past, you'd always think of me first when there was something good..."
While he complained incessantly, he occasionally glanced at Charles with a mournful look, appearing just like a wronged young wife.
In that instant, Charles almost lost his composure, but with his strong psychological resilience, he forcefully changed the subject.
Immediately after, he unhesitatingly led the other three, charging into the camp like a gust of wind to begin a bloody and cruel massacre.
Meanwhile, Trelawny was left alone outside the camp to keep watch.
Time seemed to freeze, yet before long, no other living creature could be found standing inside or outside the camp except for the six of them.
The air was thick with the smell of blood and the aura of death.
Having successfully infiltrated, Johnny was puffing heavily on a cigarette to soothe his nerves. During the battle just now, he had intentionally or unintentionally taken out three people at once to grind progress for his Dead Eye.
Hard work pays off; he had finally met the requirements for an upgrade. Now he just needed to find someone to ask for guidance to level up.
After Arthur gently cut the rope with his knife, Sean immediately became excited. Like a chirping little bird, his mouth never stopped as he recounted how heroic and fearless he had been after being captured.
At the same time, he didn't forget to ask about the situation with the burly big guy who had newly joined the Gang.
But just as he was speaking with spit flying everywhere, Arthur suddenly roared:
"Shut up!" This roar was like a thunderclap in his ear, instantly bringing back bad memories for Sean, who then shut his mouth.
"We have to get out of this hellhole quickly; the Blackwater Town police will surround this place soon!" Johnny shouted anxiously.
Meanwhile, his hands didn't stop for a second. He nimbly wove through the corpses.
In a short while, he scavenged several bulging wallets, two bottles of fine brandy, and a box of brand-new hollow-point pistol cartridges, stuffing them all into his wolf king satchel.
Seeing this, the others couldn't help but feel a bit speechless.
But everyone knew the situation was critical, so they stopped talking and mounted their horse, preparing to flee the area as soon as possible.
As the sound of hooves echoed through the air, they rode further away, disappearing into the vast wilderness... Interestingly, Javier strongly refused to share a horse with Sean. He stated that he was already nearly annoyed to death by Trelawny on the way there, and if it were the same on the way back, he would never participate in such an operation again.
Arthur shook his head helplessly, indicating there was really no other way, and he would have to take Sean along himself.
However, this decision made that small-statured Arabian Horse suffer greatly.
Worried that the police would catch up while they waited for a train, they all agreed to give up on the train and ride their horse back to camp instead.
Arthur sighed deeply, already knowing what kind of torment he was about to face.
He gritted his teeth and squeezed the horse's flanks hard, urging his steed to speed up, even hoping the violent jolting would knock Sean unconscious behind him.
But who would have thought that despite having endured long periods of being hung upside down, Sean was already immune to this level of jolting.
Not only that, he continued to chatter away frantically at three times the speed of a normal person.
Thus, the group galloped along the long road, covered in the dust of travel. Along the way, the sound of hooves echoed, kicking up clouds of dust.
As time passed minute by minute, both men and horse gradually became exhausted. But no one dared to slacken, pushing themselves to keep moving forward.
After forty-eight hours of arduous travel, they finally reached the camp just as the horse were on the verge of a collective breakdown.
By then, every person and every horse felt as if they were falling apart, panting heavily and drenched in sweat.
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