lovenovelstory Chapter 56 The night raid is over, the killing has stopped!
Chapter 56 The night raid is over, the killing has stopped!
A sleepy-eyed man with a scar running across his cheek muttered nonchalantly:
"Cook, if you hadn't dragged us away from our previous camp to this godforsaken place, we brothers would be sleeping soundly long ago!"
The other bandits all agreed with their leader, but no one dared to disobey Cook.
What has happened before has already proven that this bearded middle-aged man is often right!
"Are you blind? Didn't you see what that devil did?" Cook roared in a low voice, nervously scanning the surrounding darkness.
"You warned us to be careful last night, and nothing happened! Those immigrants wouldn't dare attack us even if they had ten lives!" The bandit's words were cut short—
boom!
A bullet precisely ripped open his skull!
Hot blood and brain matter spurted out, splattering all over the faces of those around them!
"F**k!"
"Scatter! Get the fuck away from the fire!" Old Cook reacted quickly, throwing himself to the ground and scrambling into the shadows.
The boss died instantly!
The remaining bandits were shocked and enraged, and instinctively raised their guns to return fire.
boom!
Another shot rang out!
Another bandit fell to the ground, his blood quickly staining the ground red.
"On that hillside!" A bandit with sharp eyesight finally spotted Tom's location.
boom!
The third one!
Before he could finish speaking, his head was blown off, and he collapsed limply to the ground.
In just a few breaths, three lives were lost!
"Get down! All of you get down! Get out of the light!" Old Cook roared hoarsely, while continuing to roll around recklessly.
Are there venomous snakes in the pitch-black night?
There's no time to lose! Staying where you are means certain death!
Tom watched old Cook's actions with great interest from the hillside.
That old man is quite good at saving his own life.
The remaining bandits had already fled the campfire in a panic, desperately trying to shrink into the darkness.
In the valley, apart from the crackling of the campfire, there was a deathly silence.
A suffocating silence.
"Old Cook... what do we do now?" A trembling voice broke the silence.
Old Cook glared fiercely in the direction of the sound (though he might not be able to see it in the dark), cursing inwardly: Idiot! Calling my name at a time like this!
The enemy was able to snipe accurately from such a distance because of the firelight.
Now everyone is hiding in the darkness. If they can hold out until dawn, there are still eight of them, eight guns, and they might still have a chance...
boom!
A bandit, gun in hand, lying on the ground, had his head smashed open and collapsed, unable to move.
"Ah! How...how did he see that?"
boom!
Another skeptic was instantly killed, his blood staining the ground beneath him.
Old Cook stared in horror at the dark outline of the hillside in the distance, a chill running down his spine.
How did he manage to do that from such a great distance in such darkness?
"Brothers! If you want to live, follow me and charge! Kill him!" Old Cook roared, his voice trembling without him even realizing it.
Not fighting back is tantamount to waiting to die!
The instinct for survival overcame fear, and a hail of bullets rained down on the hillside where Tom was, sending dirt and rocks flying everywhere!
clap clap clap!
Tom immediately ducked, momentarily subdued by the fierce firepower.
"Don't stop! Keep firing! Crush him!" The bandits, seeing that the gunfire had stopped, perked up and began to fire even more frantically.
Unbeknownst to them, Tom, guided by the muzzle flash of the enemy's gun, moved silently and quickly to the flank a dozen steps.
Find a new firing position, raise your gun, and aim.
The ruthless harvest begins again!
boom!boom!
Two precise shots instantly wiped out two more lives.
The gunfire suddenly stopped!
The remaining bandits stared in horror at their fallen comrades, a sense of despair spreading through the darkness.
"ah--!!!"
"Fire! Keep firing! Shoot over there!!" Old Cook seemed to be going crazy, firing wildly at the last spot Tom remembered, but the gunshots couldn't hide the fear in his voice.
The remaining seven bandits instinctively obeyed orders, and bullets whistled across the hillside once more.
Tom crouched down and moved again.
On the hillside, Tom roamed like the Grim Reaper; in the valley, the desperate bandits became lambs to the slaughter.
Each gunshot was accompanied by a bandit being shot in the head and falling to the ground.
Finally, the gunfire stopped completely.
In the valley, only old Cook remained, breathing heavily.
"Come out! You fucking come out here if you dare! You coward!!" Old Cook, holding his gun, wildly fired wildly into the surrounding darkness, his roar echoing in the silent valley, filled with hysteria.
The gunfire ceased, and the screams gradually subsided.
A deathly silence once again enveloped the valley.
After a while.
"Your chance to prove you're not a coward has come."
A chillingly calm voice suddenly rang out from behind.
At this moment, the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.
Old Cook shuddered violently and turned around abruptly.
In the dim light of dawn, a young figure stood clearly before him.
He remembered that face; it was that sharpshooter boy who had used his precise marksmanship to slaughter all his pursuers!
But what's his name?
Old Cook didn't even know.
"No... impossible... how could you..." Old Cook's mind was in chaos, unable to accept that a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy could single-handedly slaughter their group of ruthless bandits who had lived on the edge of death!
Extreme fear and anger made him roar, and at the same time he suddenly raised the gun and pointed it at Tom.
To his surprise and chilling realization, Tom didn't raise his gun; he simply looked at him calmly.
"I bet," Tom's voice was icy, "that your gun is empty."
"No...impossible..." Old Cook subconsciously looked down at the gun in his hand, then, as if burned, he retreated in a panic, and the gun fell to the ground with a "thud".
His knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees, staring intently at Tom, uttering his final curse: "You devil! You're a fucking devil! You'll go to hell!!"
"Hell?" A cold smile seemed to curl at the corner of Tom's mouth. "Yes, that's where I crawled out. Down there, there are many guys like you, whom I personally sent down."
He paused, his voice as cold as ice:
"Perhaps... you won't be too lonely there."
The moment he finished speaking, Tom drew his revolver from his waist with lightning speed, and the dark muzzle was pressed directly against Old Cook's forehead!
boom!
The final gunshots rang out in the valley, splattering blood and brains everywhere.
Tom deftly holstered the revolver.
My gaze swept across the entire valley once more.
Apart from the corpses and the still-burning campfire, there was no sign of any living thing.
Tom's night raid has finally come to an end.
The sky was completely bright.
Tom quickly cleaned up the battlefield, stuffing all the guns and ammunition he had looted from the bandits into the pack next to the saddle.
Several spirited horses followed behind the Snow Woman!
He nimbly mounted his horse and slowly rode along the path he had come from. As the terrain gradually rose, his view slowly opened up.
suddenly!
Tom suddenly pulled on the reins!
His gaze was fixed on a hillside in the distance.
There—several figures were lying prone!
Even from a great distance, Tom could clearly feel several gazes directed at him!
Icy cold! Bone-chilling!
That was undisguised, naked—killing intent!
Six cowboys!
They lay prone on the hilltop, like a pack of wolves eyeing their prey, their target clear:
Kill him!