game traveler

Chapter 95 Sorry, I Never Accept Bargaining
Hearing the key word "gold bars", Arthur and Javier, who were sitting on the sofa, stood up without hesitation, pulled out the pistols at their waists, and raised their hands to shoot!
boom!boom!
The two guards standing on both sides of the living room were shot in the head on the spot!
The sudden change shocked the three members of the Braithwaite family.

Marcus and John subconsciously reached out to touch the holsters around their waists, but unexpectedly, Arthur's low voice full of warnings rang in their ears:

"If you don't want to eat bullets, don't fucking move around!"

When they raised their heads, the two realized that the dark muzzles had already been aimed at themselves.

At this moment, Madam Catherine, who was sitting on the sofa, just stared at Dach, who was holding a teacup and looked confident:

"Mr. Mackintosh, what do you mean?!"

Facing the questioning, Dach just took a sip of hot tea, then put down the cup, and stood up slowly:
"You shouldn't play tricks on us."

"what are you saying?"

"Someone told me that you bastards are not going to pay you, and you're going to kill us after it's done..."

As soon as these words came out, the scheming Mrs. Catherine's expression remained unchanged, but a look of astonishment flashed in her eyes.

However, her two sons don't have the city and cultivation like her.

Marcus and John's expressions changed at the same time, revealing the guilty expressions of being talked about.

Seeing the change in their expressions, Dach spread his hands and sneered: "It seems that there is indeed such a thing..."

"Actually, no matter what complaints you have against us, you can just say it out loud. Why do you have to make such despicable calculations behind your back?"

Madam Catherine's expression was serious, and she wanted to argue, "This is slander at all! We didn't mean it at all!"

"Who told you, it must be a misunderstanding. Let him stand up, let's face it!"

However, in Daqi's eyes, their defense was nothing more than a clown's performance.

The matter has come to this point, it cannot be resolved by saying "sorry" or "misunderstanding"...

"It doesn't matter what the truth is. Blame it on yourselves. If you were us, you would do the same..."

Leaving this sentence behind, Daqi also took out his silver-white Scofield, pointed at Mrs. Catherine, and at the same time, did not forget to give instructions:

"Javier, take away the weapons of the two gentlemen, then go out and lock the gate, and notify the others."

Hearing this, Javier, who was holding a cowboy revolver in his hand, nodded, then stepped forward and roughly pulled out the pistols from the waists of Marcus and John, and stuffed them into his belt.

Then, he stepped out of the small living room.

As soon as he went out, he saw the black butler with a terrified expression on his face. Javier raised the revolver in his hand and didn't pull the trigger. He just yelled loudly:
"If you don't want to die, get out!"

Hearing this, the black butler who was full of gentlemanly etiquette just now turned around and ran away without hesitation.

Going forward, Javier saw two guards with double-barreled shotguns rushing in towards the gate of the mansion when they came to the main entrance.

Javier's marksmanship, like his character, is crisp and sharp!

Bang bang bang!
Without hesitation, he raised his gun and killed the two guards, and Javier took out a stick of explosives from the inner pocket of his jacket.

He lit the fuse with a match, and threw it into the courtyard outside the mansion, and he pulled it with both hands, locking the gate of the mansion.

A few seconds later, there was a loud "bang" outside the door.

In the silence of the night, the sound of the explosion was particularly ear-piercing, almost spreading throughout the entire area.

And this is the signal in the plan.

It was to tell Van der Lin who was ambushing outside the manor to help the rest of the troops, it was time to work!

After receiving the signal, Charles, John and others, who were ambushing outside the manor, rode horses and held guns, and swept towards the manor house like a ruthless hurricane.

Bang bang bang!
For a while, gunshots rang out.

Hearing the movement from outside the mansion, Dach raised the corner of his mouth, then looked down at Mrs. Catherine condescendingly, and said in a deep voice:
"Okay, next, I will give you a chance to live. As long as you tell me where the gold is hidden, I will let you go!"

Regarding the deal proposed by Dutch, Madam Catherine just snorted coldly, "I know people like you, you are just some scum."

"We've lived in this house for 120 years and never had a problem, except you bloody Yankees."

Hearing the slur of "Yankee" again, Dach's eyes showed disgust.

But this time, he no longer has to worry about the cooperative relationship between the two parties.

He turned his arm, aimed his gun at Marcus next to him, and pulled the trigger without hesitation!

boom!
The gunshot rang out, and the coquettish blood splashed out and sprinkled on the delicate wall.

"Do not!!!"

Witnessing her son's headshot with her own eyes, Mrs. Catherine finally couldn't keep her face calm any longer. She wailed and wanted to get up to check on her son's situation.

However, Dach grabbed it firmly and threw it back on the sofa.

"I'll ask you again, where is the gold!"

Facing Daqi's questioning, Madam Catherine raised her head slightly, but stared at the man in front of her with bloodshot eyes full of hatred:

"You killed my son!"

Dach has seen this gaze countless times.

And every time, those who looked at him with this kind of eyes died under his gun.

"Oh, I'm absolutely going to kill this remaining son of yours...unless you speak up."

While speaking, the Scofield revolver in his hand was already aimed at John's head.

Facing the dark muzzle of the gun, John, who hadn't reacted to the news of his brother's murder, jerked violently, raised his hands subconsciously, and repeatedly begged for mercy:
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I say, I say...I'll tell you where the gold is hidden!"

Seeing this, Daqi couldn't help but said to Arthur who was controlling the field, "Ha, it seems that there are still people who can understand human language..."

"Tell me, boy, where is it?"

Swallowing, John said under his mother's eyes that hated iron and steel:
"The gold...is in the basement of the study. There is only one key to the basement, and it's in my mother's hands..."

Hearing this, Dach turned to look at Mrs. Catherine on the sofa, "Dear Mrs. Catherine, it's your turn. Whether you want gold or a son, you can choose for yourself."

At this moment, Mrs. Catherine's heart was full of regrets.

She thought these people were just a bunch of rough punks from the north.

But I didn't expect these people to be so ruthless.

Just for an unconfirmed hypothesis, they mercilessly entered their manor!

The death of her son has made the mistress of the Braithwaite family feel ashamed.

But she wasn't going to give in to these damn bastards just like that.

After all, she also has a son...

"You release John first, and then I will hand over the key to you."

Hearing this, Dach's cold face under the flickering lights did not change at all.

He just shook his head, and responded with a bit of pity: "Sorry, I never accept bargaining!"

Before the words fell, he pulled the trigger again.

Along with the gunshots, a mournful howl resounded throughout the Braithwaite mansion:

"Do not!!!"

(End of this chapter)