He's in the west, he's a cowboy

Dutch looked more lonely than ever before, and Trelawny had never seen such an expression on his face.

In his impression, Dutch should always be a proud, confident and high-spirited person.

Dutch slowly ate the bread in his hand, stood up and left without looking back: "I'll pick them up."

Trelawney looked at Dutch's back and was very worried about him, but now was not the time to talk about this. He hurriedly prepared a lot of food. Dutch was so hungry that there was no need to talk to those two people.

Dutch was walking alone on the roadside, feeling very complicated.

The reason why he left was because Hosea and Arthur had been questioning him for a long time because of the incident in Blackwater Town, plus the incident with Micah. It makes him feel that the gang no longer belongs to him, so he has to start over from scratch.

Originally, the Van der Linde Gang should have nothing to do with me, but now that I heard that it has been disbanded, I still feel sad.

He tightened his coat tightly and took a deep breath. His back looked very lonely.

In the middle of the night, the three of them came to Trelawney's home, and Trelawney placed the three of them in his tunnel.

"Understood, I will go to the train station to take a look at the situation. If the situation is good, we will leave by car. If the situation is not good, we will find a way." Trelawny had no good solution for a while, so he could only say this first. .

"As long as we can get out of the city, as long as we get to the wild, there are countless ways for us to escape." Dutch had recovered, and he said confidently.

"I understand, just wait for news from me, and don't come out when nothing happens." Trelawney nodded, and then said worriedly: "If it is no longer safe here, there is another one a street away from here. It’s a broken house, and no one lives there, so you can move there and take shelter.”

"I know, I will take good care of both of them." Dutch looked at Trelawney with a grateful expression. It was true that a friend in need was a friend indeed.

Trelawney turned around and returned to his home. He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to take Dutch and the others in now. Now the searches in the city were becoming more stringent day by day, and the risks doubled every day he stayed.

No matter what, I have to leave tomorrow and absolutely cannot stay any longer. And he couldn't go with Dutch and the others. He had to go east, away from this muddy water.

Early the next morning, he arrived at the train station first. Looking at the seven or eight search personnel inside the train station and the wanted warrants in their hands, Trelawney felt a chill in his heart. His photo was among them.

Damn it, they weren't so strict yesterday, how could they work all night... I should have known they would have been ignored yesterday.

Trelawney was anxious, but he couldn't show it on his face. He slowly left the station, only to find that the city was full of people from Pinkerton and Xin'antang, and the police set up checkpoints at various entrances and exits of the city. Intercept, it seems that Cornwall's PR is very successful.

It's over now! Trelawny sighed inwardly, now completely unable to get out.

In a desperate situation, Trelawney's brain was spinning rapidly. There must be a way. In such a big city, even if there is a lot of blood in Cornwall, it is impossible to cover the sky with one hand.

That’s right, Bronte! ! !

This Italian gang boss hates Xinantang and Cornwall very much. If you ask him for help, maybe you can. As a gang boss, he must have smuggling channels.

Trelawney hurriedly walked towards Bronte's mansion. In previous missions, he had met Bronte many times, and they had quite a few conversations. He should be willing to help with this little favor. of.

If it really doesn't work, just take the money. As long as you still have your life, you can still make more money. Trelawny tried his best to comfort himself and try to look as normal as possible.

But his hopes were quickly dashed...

Bronte didn't see him at all. No matter what he said to the doorman or which high-ranking official he moved out, all he got in exchange was a cold word from the doorman that Mr. Bronte was not here.

Trelawney persisted for a long time but still had no results, so he could only turn around and leave in disappointment.

Looking at Trelawny's disappointed back, Bronte, who was standing on his tall building, curiously asked the people around him: "Mr. Mayor, are we just going to ignore it? Let those yellow-skinned people mess around in the city. ?”

The mayor smiled: "He has suffered such a big loss in Cornwall this time. He must be allowed to vent, otherwise this matter will never get over. After he has vented, there will naturally be no reason to talk about anything else."

The mayor's meaning is simple. Cornwall is going crazy now. He is eager to catch the perpetrators and establish his authority. Anyone who stops him is an accomplice.

It would be unwise to go against him now. On the contrary, it would be more beneficial to make him crazy. After all, Cornwall paid a lot of money to let his people search the streets.

Politics is not about fighting and killing, that is too barbaric. The mayor drank coffee and looked at the city outside the window. This is a civilized society, not a wilderness with mud legs. There are rules here.

Trelawney had just walked not far when a group of people gathered around him. He raised his head and looked, and his heart felt completely cold.

"I knew that if you were stuck in the city, you would definitely come to Mr. Bronte." A yellow-skinned man looked towards Bronte's mansion and walked towards his mansion with a smile on his face. A hand-over salute.

Trelawney immediately understood that Bronte had been bribed by them, and it was a huge mistake to come to him on his own.

He looked at Trelawney's nervous look and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, Mr. Trelawney. It's been a long time since we last seen each other in Annesburg."

Trelawny knew the person in front of him: "You are the one next to Dawson, the one named..."

"Haha, sir, you are such a noble man who forgets things. My name is Zhou Xing. I am the second in charge of Xin'antang. I am also the senior brother named Zhou Zheng in your gang." Zhou Xing cupped his hands and said with a smile.

"You...how do you know!!!" Trelawney said in surprise.

"Of course I know. Although Mr. Cornwall's information is not very good, it's not like you don't know anyone in your gang." Zhou Xing spread out the folding fan in his hand, and with his polite appearance, it was really a good match. Looks like a scholar.

"Please sir, please come with us. Our boss is very interested in what he did in Annesburg." Zhou Xing finished with a smile, and then waved his right hand, without waiting for Trelawney After saying something, the people behind him swarmed up and put him directly into a sack and took him away.

That night, Dutch and others discovered that Trelawny had not returned. They immediately knew that something was wrong. They quickly moved and did not go to the place Trelawney mentioned. Instead, they found a dilapidated house.

There was actually someone living in this house, a black boy, but the three of them didn't care about anything else for their own lives. They killed the young man directly, and then the three of them hid in it.