Why is that?


    This is something Brest has been trying to understand. A strange man inquired about their news and ran away. He just caught up and told the other party not to go. That guy actually shot. What''s more, he broke into 203. That''s Dooling''s room. What''s wrong with the world? Why do people always embarrass me?


    Brest knew it was exposed when he watched the man hit 203.


    No matter who is suddenly disturbed, he will certainly be vigilant. According to Brest''s observation, there are at least three people in the room, or more, plus the inexplicable person, they can hide in it with the advantage of the terrain. He secretly scolded. Damn it, the other party''s sudden and inexplicable shooting has alerted the people in the street. He can hear some screams. This guy has destroyed all his opportunities and even ruined his future!


    Because the moment the gun rang, the sheriff picked up the phone and asked for assistance.


    If the sheriff wants to mobilize police officers from the nearest city to participate in this battle, it will take a long time. He doesn''t worry. He was worried about the sheriff in the nearby town and a group of "hunters" who made a living by offering bounties. These self indulgent gold seekers exchanged the heads of their peers for money. For them, each peer is likely to become their prey for money. They refused to admit that they were gold diggers and gave themselves a new name, bounty hunter.


    Looking at the empty corridor and the two smoking gun holes on the wall, Brest stamped his feet, turned and ordered his companions, "it''s too late, do it now, you go to the horse, and the others follow me..." he took the lead to touch the corridor outside 203 with a gun, and the door opened beside him. He didn''t even look at it. There was a shot in the inside, He just wanted to know how many people were in the room and where they were hiding.


    This is a very old-fashioned tactic. It can also be said that it is an experience for gold miners to survive in the West. They will always make a sound in the process of avoiding bullets. They also need to adjust their position in time in order to avoid becoming the first target of the enemy. Even if some people can''t see the enemy, they will involuntarily pull the trigger to fight back. These sounds and movements can tell the people in the corridor, how many people there are in the room and where they are.


    But what he didn''t expect was that he hit someone, because there was a scream in his ear.


    In the room, Eric twisted the tender meat on the inner side of his thigh hard and almost tried his best to feed. The penetrating pain had already spread all over his body along the neurons. He felt his body trembling because of the pain. He bared his teeth, narrowed his eyes and cried painfully, "Damn, I''m shot, I''m shot, help me!", He also slapped the floor twice, then dragged his colleagues who were already cold up and dragged them for a distance on the floor.


    It''s like... Someone was really shot and his friend is rescuing.


    Brest looked at the pistol in his hand and couldn''t help kissing the slightly hot barrel of the pistol. With this gun, there was less resistance in the room and their action was more safe.


    At this time, there was a sharp tear in his ear. The companion who was about to jump out of the window on the second floor was pushed back by a huge force. His body twitched and fell on the floor with a frightened expression on his face. His chest was almost broken and a tear was torn under the tears on his right side, It can be seen with the naked eye that the expanding and contracting pink bubbles are providing oxygen to his body.


    Brest looked out of the window in fear, as if something could fly in from the open window and bite them in the next second.


    At this time, Du Lin was sitting on the balcony on the second floor of a folk house not far from here. He held a glass of wine in his hand. The glass shook gently in his hand, and the amber liquid kept emitting charming fragrance with the shaking.


    On the street under his feet, outside the small hotel, a group of soldiers in military uniforms raised their weapons and aimed at all the windows of the hotel. They were from the military.


    Dooling arranged a play to get rid of his crime, do meritorious service for Eric, and obtain the imperial Hero Medal for his unlucky colleague, and minimize his risk.


    In fact, there is a very fatal loophole in everything that happened today. This loophole is that these gold miners may be members of the freedom front, and only members of the freedom front know that he will come to Washou town today. If these gold diggers are captured alive by the military, in order to survive, they will unreservedly explain why they appeared in Washou Town, why they targeted Dulin, and why they knew Dulin was coming here today!


    So these people have to die, and must die, but they can''t die in Turin''s hands. They can only die in the hands of the military. But what if the military doesn''t want to kill them? It''s easy. Eric''s in the house!


    As arranged in the script, when a guy tried to jump out of the window to find a horse, they were considered a threatening target by the soldiers who had appeared in the town and surrounded the hotel. They resolutely shot the guy back. This also made the military determine that there were some people with problems in the hotel. At the request of the commander, Du Lin solved the future trouble, paved a way for him, and satisfied his guilt at the same time!


    Brest huddled in the corner of another room. He was shot several times. These gunshot wounds looked serious, but they would never be fatal. The aggravation of wooden walls and rooms weakens the lethality of bullets to the greatest extent. Of course, there are lucky ones, and naturally there are unlucky ones. For example, the other three brothers around him are dead and can''t die anymore. Brest will remember these people. If they didn''t stop bullets for him, he might die.


    Just when the gunfire outside the house stopped, Brest finally decided to surrender after a short consideration. He would never let himself die here. He had another message to keep himself, that is, the relationship between Dooling and the freedom front. Once he reaches an agreement with the authorities, he is bound to be acquitted and may make a profit. Just as he struggled to get up, a shadow blocked the light from the window opposite the door of the house, making the room darker.


    He followed the shadow and saw a pair of leather shoes, a nice pair of trousers, and... A pillow.


    The next second, it was like slapping in the ear. He lost all consciousness and slowly fell to the ground. Eric went to the seven bodies and checked again if they were all dead. Then he put a pistol in his pillow and shot himself in the thigh and side waist. Then he staggered out of the hotel door with his hands up, flopped on his knees, licked his dry lips, tore and shouted, "I''m Eric, an agent of the security committee. I want to see my superior!"


    "Very touching story!" Dooling sat on his chair with his legs tilted. He was applauding Eric''s acting. "Next is another group play. Unfortunately, we can''t see this play!" he said with a little regret!