noveltune Chapter 57 The ruthless bandits, in order to cover their tracks, plan to silence Tom.
Chapter 57 The ruthless bandits, in order to cover their tracks, plan to silence Tom.
Six bandits, like wolves and tigers, rushed down from the top of the slope, mounted their horses, and gave chase!
Tom's mind raced, and he patted "Snow Maiden": "Go quickly!" signaling it to lead the other horses away first.
He spurred his horse on its flanks, determined to draw away the pursuers.
Unexpectedly, this band of bandits was exceptionally cunning, splitting into three groups in an instant!
The two men stayed close behind, while the other two groups, like venomous snakes, flanked from the left and right!
Fortunately, the area was characterized by crisscrossing valleys and rolling hills, which temporarily obscured the view and gave Tom a chance to catch his breath.
He spurred his horse and galloped wildly, narrowly avoiding a small valley pass.
Suddenly, a vast plain covered with short grass opened up before us!
Tom quickly scanned the area: the pursuers behind him were the closest, the sound of hooves was almost right behind him!
The bandits flanking from the left are moving faster and have already approached the flank!
The one on the right was obscured by the hillside and had just begun to emerge, making it the slowest route.
Just as they rounded the hillside, Tom suddenly tightened the reins!
He sprang off the horse like a cheetah, flipped nimbly, and landed steadily!
The movements were executed in one smooth motion!
The revolver was drawn instantly!
boom!boom!boom!boom!
The four gunshots rang out almost in quick succession!
Before the smoke had cleared, Tom didn't even look at the result, turned around and ran, leaping and landing precisely back on the saddle!
Two figures had already fallen to the ground in sight.
Snapped!
"Loach! Charge!" He slapped the horse's rump hard.
The loach, in pain, let out a long hiss and shot into the depths of the plain like an arrow released from a bow!
One man and one horse, speeding across the boundless wilderness!
Tom had just regained his balance on horseback—
Swish!
Suddenly, a horse's head appeared on the left, followed by the menacing figure of a bandit!
boom!boom!boom!boom!
Gunshots rang out behind me like popping beans!
The bullet whistled past!
"You bastard! Stop right there!"
The deafening roar almost tore the air apart.
A cold glint flashed in Tom's eyes, and he suddenly turned around!
Riding a wild horse backwards!
The Winchester rifle was already leveled!
boom!
A crisp, loud bang!
One of the most aggressive pursuers fell from his horse!
The bandit beside him was terrified. He jerked on the reins, glanced in horror at his convulsing companion on the ground, and then looked up at the menacing figure riding backwards at breakneck speed, his gun still emitting smoke...
He was terrified and instinctively wanted to turn his horse and flee!
That moment of hesitation was the perfect target for Tom!
boom!
Another bullet hits its mark!
Two bandits who came from the left flank fell to the ground one after another, their blood instantly spreading among the short grass.
Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves came from the distant hillside.
Tom dismounted, and Winchester's gun was steadily pointed at the intersection.
Two figures had just entered their line of sight—
boom!
"hiss--!"
The bandit at the front didn't even see who was lying on the ground before he and his horse tumbled and fell!
The bandits following closely behind didn't even have time to pull on the reins. Their mounts slammed into the fallen horse, sending the bandits flying through the air!
Thump! The bandit rolled several times on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
boom!
The guy who fell first was struggling to reach for his gun when Tom's bullet pierced his wrist!
"ah--!"
Blood spurted out, instantly staining the ground red.
The other bandit was so frightened that he turned and ran!
boom!
The bullet pierced his thigh with pinpoint accuracy; he screamed in agony and collapsed heavily to the ground.
"Ugh!"
The bandit clutched his bleeding thigh and glared fiercely at Tom.
"Why did you kill me?" The icy voice was like a knife, piercing the ears of the two bandits.
The two fell silent instantly.
Tom slightly shifted the muzzle of his gun, pointing it at one of them.
boom!
"Awooo—!!!"
A piercing pain exploded from his groin. The bandit clutched his groin, his screams tearing through the silence of the wilderness.
"Speak!" Tom's gaze turned to the remaining bandit.
The brief command sent shivers down the spines of the remaining bandits.
"If you have the guts, kill me, you bastard!" the bandit roared angrily.
boom!
The person groaning on the ground suddenly raised their voice as their left ear and half of their cheek were blasted to pieces, with blood and brain matter splattered all over the ground!
"Speak!" Tom's voice remained completely still.
The remaining bandits, witnessing the hellish plight of their companions, completely broke down.
"You devil! You're a devil!!" he screamed desperately at Tom.
Tom simply pointed the gun at him coldly.
"I'll talk! I'll talk!!" The bandit pleaded, tears streaming down his face. "We just robbed a bank... and fled here with the money! And you caught us!"
He stopped and looked at Tom in horror.
"Where did you hide the money?"
"The valley where we found you!"
"Continue!" Tom's eyes remained cold.
The bandits dared not hesitate any longer: "We can't leave any survivors... otherwise our whereabouts will be exposed!"
Just because someone was seen, they're going to kill them?
The command, "Continue!" stung like an ice pick.
The bandits were bewildered, unsure of what else to say.
boom!
"ah--!!!!"
The one on the ground suddenly curled up into a ball, frantically scratching at the blood and filth with its hands, letting out inhuman howls.
"I'll talk! I'll talk!" The last remaining bandit was terrified. "We...we planned to rob the train carrying gold!"
Tom was also taken aback: after robbing a bank, they're now eyeing gold trains? These desperados are ruthless!
The thought had barely crossed his mind when Tom's eyes turned cold, and he raised his gun with lightning speed!
boom!boom!
Two bullets pierced precisely between the eyebrows, and the two bandits' heads snapped back, crashing to the ground and falling silent.
The only way to show the greatest "respect" to such ruthless desperados is to send them to hell!
Tom's sharp eyes swept around; the wilderness was silent, and there were no more ambushes.
He strode forward and pressed the muzzle of his gun against the foreheads of the bandits on the ground one by one.
Bang bang bang!
They each finished off with a clean and decisive shot.
Three intersections, three groups of desperate criminals, all wiped out!
Tom quickly and efficiently looted the battlefield.
The cash they received was meager, pitifully small compared to the previous waves of bandits.
He casually tossed the captured broken gun onto the bandit's saddle.
Tom weighed the telescopic binoculars in his hand, then looked at these well-equipped bandits. Tsk, these highway robbers are quite professional!
Thinking of the huge sum of money they had obtained by robbing the bank, Tom immediately spurred his horse and charged into the valley.
The scene inside the valley surprised him: the six bandits' carriage was unusually sturdy and thick.
His gaze had already swept across the inside and outside of the carriage—it was completely empty!
"There's some cargo in the carriage!" Tom's heart skipped a beat. He dismounted nimbly and rushed to the carriage.
Three bulging canvas bags were piled up in the carriage! He ripped open the bags—
Wow!
Bundles upon bundles of brand-new, bright green US dollars instantly stung his eyes!
He impatiently grabbed a bundle and tore it open.
All ten-dollar bills!
A bundle of fifty sheets is five hundred dollars!
One bag was stuffed full of twenty bundles, a full ten thousand dollars! Three bags... thirty thousand dollars!
This is the end of the 19th century!
Thirty thousand US dollars, converted to purchasing power in today's world, is definitely in the millions of US dollars!
Tom looked at this fortune that could drive anyone crazy, how could he let it gather dust in this desolate wilderness?
They desperately need a warm home!
Hmm, like... his pockets!
He deftly and firmly tied the three heavy money bags to his saddle.
There were also a few inconspicuous pine crates on the vehicle.
Tom's gaze inadvertently swept over the inside of the box—
hiss!
His pupils constricted sharply, and he instinctively took a step back!
"What the hell is this thing?!"
The box was crammed full of cylindrical objects wrapped in oil paper.
Each one is about three centimeters long and as thick as an adult man's thumb.
A quick glance revealed no fewer than two hundred!