Targeting you."

"You are a smart man, aren't you? How dare you kill me? You can't kill me, you..."

Before Kevin Wofford could finish speaking, a dull gunshot rang out, and the bullet penetrated his abdomen, leaving horrific wounds on his front abdomen and back.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Blood quickly gathered in a pool at Kevin Wofford's feet. His body lost the support of his vitality and fell limply on Brandi.

"Mr. Lieutenant, I have to thank you. Not only did you give me a chance to kill you, you also made me determined to kill you."

Kevin Wofford was shot through the abdomen, and naturally there was no way to survive, but Brandy knew very well that this guy could still hear himself talking.

"May your soul rest in peace (Requiescatinpace), don't worry, your horses will be with you soon."

On the Lemoyne Marauders side, they didn't hear the first gunshot very clearly. They just wondered why the two people had to hug each other multiple times, but when Kevin Wofford's body fell limp to the ground

, when two Mauser pistols like black boxes were pointed at them, no matter how stupid they were, they would know what happened.

Lieutenant Butch roared angrily: "Kill him!"

Even faster than his voice was the barrage of two Mauser pistols that poured out almost instantly!

The semi-automatic firing method that was ahead of the times, the exaggerated ammunition capacity of the Mauser pistol, and Brandy's eyes of death made the two semi-automatic pistols feel like submachine guns that were only invented more than ten years ago!

And with the blessing of the eyes of death, each bullet seems to have eyes, and its target is the vital points of the predators!

Second Lieutenant Butch's reaction was not unpleasant, and his order was not untimely, but had he ever seen anyone who could use a pistol like a machine gun?

When he came to his senses, half of the men around him were already lying on the ground. Except for a few who had been shot in the head, some had their lungs shot through and passed out on the spot; some had their necks shot.

The artery was hit. They covered the wound that could not stop the bleeding. After taking a few staggering steps, they lay down on the ground and struggled, and soon died; some who were unlucky were shot several times.

, the bullets in the chest and abdomen left no intact tissue intact, which was extremely painful, because even if they were beaten like this, they would not die immediately.

In the middle of the road, Brandy's figure had long since disappeared.

He had already hid behind a tall, moss-covered tree by the roadside. Panting heavily, he unloaded the empty magazine with a shake of his hands.

"The last time I used them, it was at the Drooping Dog Ranch," Brandi thought as he reloaded, "I'm still not used to this rate of fire, and the accuracy is not up to par."

Brandy has never slacked off in training the Eyes of Death, but for some unknown reason, he always felt that the duration of his Eyes of Death was too short. He could still use it when facing a small number of enemies, but when there were many enemies

When it reaches more than ten, the duration begins to be stretched, which makes him have to quickly lock on to the enemy's vital points in battle to achieve the goal of killing him with one blow.

Obviously, he still needs more practice, and every life and death battle is a valuable training opportunity.

At the same time, despite being startled by Brandy's miraculous marksmanship, Lieutenant Butch still relied on his rich experience to determine the location where Brandy was hiding almost instantly.

"Gatling! Go and shake Gatling up quickly, you idiots!" Butch hid behind the fortifications at an unimaginable speed, while not forgetting to curse the nearly frightened predators around him, "

If we don’t kill him, we won’t get anything good to eat when we go back!”

"Gatlin? What a beautiful idea!"

Brandi naturally heard Lieutenant Butch's shouts. He would not give the predators a chance to touch the Gatling heavy machine gun.

He did not choose to continue using the Mauser pistol, but took off the bolt-action rifle from his shoulder at an extremely fast speed.

The wind and thunder roared in the ears, and the world in front of him was instantly dyed scarlet, and the predator who was reaching for the Gatling heavy machine gun moved at a snail's pace.

The sound of gunfire rang out, and the Predator who had just touched the machine gun with his hands was instantly pierced by a bullet in the head. He stumbled and fell on the machine gun. The blood mixed with yellow and white brains stained the body of Gatlin's gun.

Lieutenant Butch was completely stunned.

Although he is at best the descendant of those losers in the Civil War, he also boasts that he has seen many gunmen who are called sharpshooters. Of course, there are many who are just seeking fame, but some of them are indeed capable. However,

None of those people could do anything like the young and immature bounty hunter in front of me.

In Lieutenant Butch's view, the young man with blond hair and green eyes in front of him almost didn't aim before each shot. From a certain point of view, it was just a random shot. But the strange thing was that every shot he shot

Each bullet accurately hit the vital part of the brother next to him, as if the bullet had eyes.

"Hell...hell...this kid is definitely up to something..." His lips trembled, and he soon fell into a state of near collapse, shouting, "Get out, get out!"

As soon as he said these words, he immediately turned around and fled deep into the Blue Water Swamp.

In fact, there was no need for him to shout so loudly, because there were already timid predators turning around and running for their lives.

Looking at the Lemoyne Marauders scattered in front of him, Brandi didn't feel any emotion in his heart. He just pulled the bolt and let the bullet casing jump out of the gun chamber.

The gunfire of a single rifle and the sound of bolt pulling began to dominate the battle, and the battle mode also changed from a short confrontation between the two sides to a longer one-sided harvest.

Second Lieutenant Butch no longer cares about his remaining brothers and the Gatling heavy machine gun that he spent a lot of effort to obtain. The only thing he wants to care about now is his own life, and it seems that he can't guarantee it.

He was able to escape unscathed.

The gunshots and bolt-pulling sounds behind him did not last long, but soon, the crisper gunshots of the Mauser pistol continued the one-sided massacre.

Although he did not have the energy to take care of his remaining brothers, the feedback from the corner of his eye told him that with the sound of gunshots in his ears, his men were falling to the ground and dying one by one.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The sunset has faded, night has fallen, and black clouds have enveloped the sky, blocking the glow of the stars and the moon.

Lieutenant Butch soon felt that there was nothing around him. He immediately realized something, his legs went weak, and he almost fell to the ground.

Behind him, gunshots rang out again, and he felt that his knees were hit in half by something. The heartbreaking pain centered on his already shredded knees and instantly spread to his whole body. He almost fell down just now, but this time he really fell.

On the ground.

Second Lieutenant Butch turned back subconsciously. The towering trees on both sides of the road were like black iron curtains, blocking all light from outside the swamp, so that he could not see clearly where the devil was seeking his life.

"I can't see him, he...maybe he can't see me either..."

He thought about it luckily, gritted his teeth, tried his best to mobilize his whole body, which had been paralyzed by the severe pain, and crawled into the low shrubs on the roadside little by little.

At the same time, Brandy held two guns in hand and looked at the dark blue water swamp in front of her, feeling a little entangled in her heart.

After all, in Lemoyne, what is more dangerous than the predators is the blue water swamp at night.

Brandi looked up at the sky. Dark clouds were looming overhead and there was no light.

"The moon is dark and the wind is high..."

But soon, he made a decision, put his pistol back in his holster, put his hand to his mouth, and blew a sharp and long whistle.

The whistle was quickly responded to, and not long after, Jueying's familiar long hissing sound came from behind.
Chapter completed!