bullyxtreme Chapter 29 The Final Revenge
Chapter 29 The Final Revenge
Tom's icy gaze instantly fixed on Lucas, who was sprawled at his feet like a tattered sack.
"Where...is...the money?" Every word sounded like it had been pulled out of an icebox.
Lucas struggled to lift his heavy eyelids, and a faint light flickered eerily in his cloudy, dying eyes.
He made a hoarse sound in his throat, and his blood-stained chin gestured very slightly toward an inconspicuous shadowy corner of the stone house.
Tom's sharp "vision" swept across in an instant, revealing a heavy oak cover that was disguised almost as if it were one with the ground!
Without a word, he roughly grabbed Lucas by the back of his collar and shoved him into the dark cellar entrance like a sack of rotten potatoes!
Bang! Smash!
The dull thud of a heavy body hitting the hard soil at the bottom of the cellar echoed through the air.
Tom listened intently for a moment, but there was no sound of the mechanism being triggered, only Lucas's suppressed groans of pain.
His "vision" was like an invisible tentacle, quickly probing deep into the cellar to scan, where piles of canvas covered unidentified objects!
In that instant, alarm bells rang in Tom's mind!
not good!
Without any hesitation, he ducked down like a cheetah and darted into the cellar entrance like lightning!
The moment he landed, the scene before him made his pupils shrink!
Lucas, who was barely clinging to life, suddenly found his last bit of devilish vitality!
He actually writhed and, using his only movable injured leg, managed to slide himself under the nearest large piece of canvas!
Then, he suddenly raised his head and, with all his remaining strength, bit down hard on a corner of the canvas!
Whoosh—!
With Lucas pulling his head down with all his might!
The huge canvas slid down like a collapsing curtain in an instant!
What was exposed beneath the canvas made Tom's breath catch in his throat at that moment!
It's not gold!
Those were neatly stacked, dark green wooden crates covered with a thick layer of grease!
The Federal Army's star and eagle insignia is clearly imprinted on the box!
Several heavy brass bullet belts were scattered nearby, along with several barrels of black powder marked with military insignia!
A huge object suddenly appeared in front of me!
Gatling gun!
It would never have been a civilian weapon in the 19th century!!!
"This is... the army..." Lucas uttered his last breath.
boom! boom! boom!
The flash of gunfire instantly illuminated Lucas's face, which was contorted with excruciating pain and the ecstatic pleasure of vengeful vengeance!
Three scorching bullets, accompanied by Lucas's final, sinister grin—a smile he gave with his life—pierced his chest with deadly precision!
puff!puff!puff!
Blood, like a blooming red poppy, instantly seeped onto his chest!
Tom looked down in disbelief at Lucas, whose life had been exhausted and whose head was limply tilted to one side.
In his last breath, Lucas's blood-stained lips curled up in a faint yet incredibly clear arc, full of malicious pleasure!
He got it.
What Lucas bit into in the end wasn't the canvas, but the trigger of revenge!
He knew he was doomed, and he used his last bit of strength not to live, but to drag Tom, who had discovered the military supplies, into an abyss of despair!
This retribution came so swiftly! So cruelly!
where is this?
"Clefthoof Valley!"
This godforsaken place is half a day's drive from Fort Worth.
Fort Worth!
A vital transportation hub in Texas.
All the military supplies and equipment heading to the US-Mexico border have to pass through there!
Tom's gaze was fixed on Lucas's corpse.
The Sun Gang's "masterpiece"?
But where did a bunch of cattle thieves get the audacity to touch the military's goods?
1883 years.
The significance of a Gatling gun to a border post is self-evident.
That thing is worth much more than dozens of broken lever rifles!
The Sun Gang... Lucas... Have you guys lost your minds? Or... do you have some powerful backer behind you?
Tom ripped off another piece of canvas!
Crates of ammunition were exposed, but there was no sign of any other Gatling guns!
Only a few deep drag marks on the ground silently testify to its existence!
Tom's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart sank!
As soon as it was light, he brought the loach inside.
In a few swift movements, Lucas's body was securely tied to the horse's back with a canvas.
He had to make this guy disappear without a trace!
His gaze swept over the mountain of weapons: revolvers, rifles, and neatly stacked ammunition boxes.
They're all hot, hard stuff!
A pang of regret swept through Tom's heart.
"What a pity!" He slammed the heavy stone door shut.
The traces inside have long been cleaned up completely.
He mounted the mule and gave the reins a flick:
"Go, loach! Southeast! Through the woods, into the meadow! Remember, avoid all living people! Don't run into a single one!"
"Ah!" the loach hissed and scurried away.
As the sound of hooves faded into the distance, Tom's figure, along with the secret loach he carried, finally left the perilous land of Clefthoof Valley far behind in the morning mist.
As dawn broke, the immigrant camp where Tom lived was just beginning to awaken.
In the southeast of the camp, a man rode a tall horse, his figure frozen as he gazed at the distant horizon.
"He'll be alright!" Ennis rode up to James' side, his voice reassuring.
Three full days have passed since that sudden attack.
Tom, along with his horse, was still nowhere to be found.
James yanked the reins sharply, turned his horse around, and walked silently toward the camp, his back conveying a heavy sense of oppression.
"There's no use in getting anxious now!" Wade's voice came from behind him. He walked to where James had been, looked southeast, and sighed heavily.
By all accounts, Tom should have been victorious long ago after dealing with just three escaped bandits.
Who could have predicted that the team would be stranded for three days without a single word?
As time went on, everyone's mood grew heavier and heavier!
"It's time to break camp. Go check on the cattle," Wade called to Ennis, and the two walked side by side toward the herd.
As dawn broke, the silence of the camp was broken, and the sounds of voices and the clanging of equipment gradually became noisy.
Inside the tent, little John rubbed his sleepy eyes and mumbled, "I want to sleep a little longer... is that okay?"
"That won't do," Margaret said quickly as she helped him put on his clothes. "We need to get going." She gently pinched the boy's cheek.
"Is Tom awake? I want to be with Tom!" Little John yawned, his little hands flailing in the air.
Margaret paused almost imperceptibly in her hand movements, then quickly fastened the last button.
"You promised Tom you'd be a good little man and bring him candy when he gets back, have you forgotten?"
Little John's eyes widened instantly: "Tom's not back yet?"
"Almost there!" Margaret picked him up and quickly walked out of the tent.
Just as I stepped out of the tent, I bumped into James, who was returning on horseback.
The man's face remained impassive with silence.
Margaret's eyes darkened slightly, then she forced a reassuring smile: "He'll catch up!"
Her voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like she was speaking to everyone!