Riding his beloved horse through the forest, the mottled sunlight gave the woods an incomprehensible elegance. Old John took out a wrinkled letter from his arms and slowly unfolded.m

"Dear Kent:"

"If you can see this letter, which means that God has not taken you away yet, then you should also consider what we discussed before."

"You can't never come back in your life. Do you really want to wait until the day when the bad news comes before regretting what you have done?"

"My father is very old and fell some time ago. He can no longer continue to do anything now. He can only move a short distance every day, which looks very pitiful..."

"Although he never said anything to us, we all know that he felt very guilty and regretted everything he had done to you."

"In view of his old age, he is about to see God, all my family members, I ask you to come back and see him if you can, even if you only stay for a few days..."

It didn't take long, but the content made Old John a little...heart-worry.

John was his name after becoming a gold digger, and used to cover up his real name. When he was young, he quarreled with his father for reasons of philosophy and left the house, and vowed that he could use his own hands to fight for himself to create a future even without the support of his family.

Obviously, he overestimated his abilities and underestimated the reality of society. He was desperate and unwilling to go home to admit his failure, so he became a gold digger.

It was the best time for the gold digger. People say that there are countless wealth hidden in the wilderness of the west. He really believed it. From the day he set foot in the west, it has been more than ten years. (The previous article says that Old John is not old in fact)

During these long years, he had almost forgotten his past and had forgotten that there was an old man who was always rude to him, laughing at his dreams, and rejecting his requests.

It was not until a few years ago that he accidentally met his brother who came to find him, and he had a new contact with his family. At the same time, he also realized that his family had never given up looking for him.

Whenever his brother is free, he will come to the west, because before he came to the west, he told his colleagues who had worked that he would come to the west to seek wealth.

For such an illusory clue, every city in the west has footprints left by his family just to find him.

Because he was young, he was unwilling to go back. He just wanted to prove to his father that all his ideas were right and that he would definitely be the person he wanted to be.

Now he is unwilling to go back because he has no face to go back. Even if he is unwilling to admit it, he has to admit that he is wrong and his father is right.

Sometimes it is easy to pick up things, but it is difficult to put them down.

Recalling the pale past in memory, Old John put the letter back into the letter and put it in close proximity.

The killings during this period and the subtle changes in the camp made him feel irritated, especially the injured leg that kept warning him that the gold digger was not a naive career full of dreams.

Maybe one day, if you are not careful, he will throw his life into this wilderness, and no one will even know what happened to him or where he died.

The gold mine is so tempting,

His hands, holding the reins tightly, were a little white, and the struggle in his heart was very fierce. After a while, he sighed.

This time I brought some more ore back and took home after collecting three to five thousand yuan. This money may not be much, but at least I can open a small shop in my hometown.

Suddenly he looked up at the bushes on one side, reached out and raised his gun to raise his hunting rifle. Under his gaze, a rabbit jumped out of the bushes and stopped and walked.

After observing for a while, the muzzle was slightly downward, but suddenly he raised the muzzle and shot the bushes again.

Isn't it always like this in the movie? The guy who is hiding accidentally makes a sound, and then he doesn't know where a bird comes from, or runs away with rabbits, cats, and other things, making people mistakenly think that no one is there.

After a shot, there was no noise inside. No one endured the pain and hummed and pretended that others could not hear it, and there was no sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

He quickly retracted the bullet and refilled a bullet. He skillfully inserted the hunting rifle into the saddle's holster with his backhand. He grabbed the reins with both hands and shook them hard. After the gunfire just now, someone would come to check it out soon.

He was alone in the mountains this time, and he knew very well what the gold diggers were doing. Even if he was himself, he would have some unfriendly ideas when he met someone who was alone.

On the canopy thirty meters away, a guy with oil paint on his face raised his gun, and the muzzle reached out from the canopy...

The strong wind in my ears blew the greasy temples of Old John swayed around, and the strong wind blew into his ears and bursts of sharp tinnitus. Time seemed to be tired of walking, and wanted to rest for a moment at this moment.

The bullet slowly approached his temple with a cyclone. He had tried his best to avoid it, but his slow movement speed was powerless.

At this moment, his heart was calm. Perhaps from the day he came to the west, he knew that he would have such an end.

Everyone is exchanging their lives for money. Some are dead and some are about to die. No one can break free from this iron rule.

Thinking of the person I killed before, Old John no longer tried to avoid it, but instead found it interesting and ridiculous. This may be an endless cycle of reincarnation.

He killed a lot of people, and now it's his turn.

The bullet slowly embedded in his flesh. He thought it would hurt, but in fact it was not as painful as he imagined, and he couldn't even feel the pain.

The flesh that was shattered by the spinning bullet flew past the corner of the eye, cracks appeared on the skull, and the bullet was slightly blocked for a moment...

"I'm sorry..." At the end of my life, Old John just wanted to say an apology that I can never say.

The next second, the entire skull was lifted out.

The second gunshot was shocked by the first gunshot above the woods and the birds hovering over the nest were frightened again and flew quickly to the distance. A nearby marching team suddenly stopped and turned their horses to move quickly towards the place where the gunshots sounded.

Seven or eight minutes later, the team came to the place where the gunshots sounded. After searching for a while, they found an old John with a foot hanging on the stirrup.

Several people in the team immediately raised their hunting rifles to watch out. One of them turned over and dismounted, walked to Old John, pulled his foot out of the stirrup, then squatted down to check the injury, and searched his body.

"I shot myself... everything is there, and the other party may not have gone far, be careful around me." The man checked the body and took out Old John's scarf, untied it, and then took out everything on him, including the letter.

In fact, gold diggers often encounter such things. These people are also gold diggers and know how to deal with the current situation.

They took out all the valuable things on Old John, packed them, hung them on Old John's horse, and quickly left the place with his horse.

Such assassinations continued to occur in the Yagur Mountains, and gunfire sounded from time to time. The gold diggers on the way did not find anything too abnormal until the moment they retreated from the mountain after the rotation ended.

The gold diggers who came back from the mountains happily said that bags of gold ore were sent to the recycling station in exchange for a large amount of cash. Now the only thing they need to do is to have a carnival.

Gold mines are always one of the favorite things that gold diggers like the most. A small piece of gold ore can be exchanged for a large amount of money, which allows them to experience the joy of being gold diggers and the value of their existence.

With money, gold diggers flocked to nearby entertainment venues, among which bars were the most attractive places. Here you can buy drunks, find skilled women, and exchange experiences and information.

Almost everything the gold diggers need can be found here.

In the evening, the largest bar in the West End suddenly became boiling, and some people claimed that Hawkeye was dead, which made the gold diggers in the bar very dissatisfied.

Hawkeye is the most famous legendary gold digger in the West District. This is no longer a title or a symbol, but also a spirit.

Now, someone spread rumors that he is dead?

The young man with a bruised nose and swollen face was pushed by several strong men in the corner, and there were circles of people outside, and they all angrily abused and cursed the rumor-monger.

"Boy, listen, if you don't want to die in a stinky ditch in the middle of the night, it's better to kneel down and apologize for your stupid behavior!"

The little man covered his bulging cheeks and said vaguely, "I didn't spread rumors or lie. Really, Hawkeye died, and his body was brought back..."

A moment of silence in the bar, a strong man roared, "Impossible, Hawkeye cannot die. Last time, more than a dozen people surrounded him and killed him without success. He would be even more unlikely to die in the mountains..."

"But the body has been brought back..."

Hawkeye died?

The people in the bar were silent. They may not be familiar with Hawkeye and may not have said a word, but Hawkeye is the object of worship for everyone. When he is alive, every gold digger in the West End will feel excited.

His legendary story, his legendary encounters, and his terrifying marksmanship largely symbolizes the ideal state of the gold digger.

Not just Hawkeye, but most people who have been called "Legendary Gold Diggers", are like this. They set an example for all gold diggers and pointed out a direction. They are the future of living and the hope of living!

But now, someone told them that this benchmark, role model, future and hope are... dead?
Chapter completed!