Wilderness Redemption Tour

Ross was a pragmatic man of action. He had always been disdainful of Milton's attitude towards Dutch's gang. In his opinion, criminals were criminals. Once they made mistakes, there was no room for repentance. To persuade these people to surrender in a nice way was a waste of time, manpower, and resources. Although he was extremely dissatisfied with Milton's method, he was happy that his colleague suffered a series of setbacks in this matter.

What are your qualifications and what qualifies you to lead me?

Even in the attack just now, Ross had been dawdling with the thought of working without putting in any effort, but the explosion at close range just now suddenly woke him up: If I catch Dutch van der Linde, then the credit must be attributed to me. Even a large organization like Pinkerton, which is spread all over the country, is particularly troubled by the Van der Linde gang. Whoever catches Dutch, the gang leader, must be a great achievement. Now this opportunity is in front of me, and I can't hand him over to Milton, that arrogant guy!

Ross figured this out and started to take more proactive actions.

After breaking through the "fog" created by the two explosives, Ross saw John, who was about to escape into the employee lounge. He used the service desk to make a beautiful emergency brake and change direction, and at the same time, he skillfully raised the Lancaster rifle in his hand, took aim, and quickly pulled the trigger.

The bullet hit John's calf squarely as he was exerting force, and he fell down just as he was about to touch the door to the staff lounge.

It was Dutch who entered the room before John. After hearing the gunshot, he had already run into the employee lounge and instinctively looked back. When he found that there was no trace of John behind him, he immediately realized that John was most likely shot.

"John! How are you?" Dutch shouted through the crooked half door panel.

After the gunshot, John felt his calf go numb and fell to the ground. It was Dutch's questioning that brought him back to his senses. He turned his head and looked back. A familiar-looking big Pinkerton detective was walking towards him with a gun in hand. Behind him, more and more men in black were pouring out from the side.

"I can't leave." John said with a bitter smile, "Hurry up and leave, they are coming towards me!"

As he spoke, John tried to move towards the passage, trying to buy more time for Dutch and the others.

"Dutch, we should go!"

"Hurry up, Dutch!" Javier and Bill waved to Dutch from the alley.

There was a flash of struggle in Dutch's eyes, but then he regained his determination. He responded to Bill and Javier's call and walked out, while turning back and shouting to John: "Hold on, kid. I will definitely get you out."

"I know..." John replied with a gasp. As for what else he said afterwards, Dutch, who had already escaped from the bank, had no idea.

John rationally chose to give up resistance when he fell to the ground. As a man with a family, he didn't need to fight to the death. Besides, he wasn't some vicious criminal who would be executed if caught. Dutch had escaped, and these Pinkerton detectives might use him as bait to lure Dutch, the big fish, to the hook. His life was definitely safe for the time being.

After Ross knocked John down and saw that he no longer resisted but instead threw away the weapon in his hand and raised his hands in surrender, he stopped making things difficult for him. The subordinates following him would deal with this guy themselves.

Ross also heard Dutch's voice just now. He knew that Dutch was in the door in front, so he walked around John and carefully stepped into the staff lounge with a rifle in hand.

As soon as he entered the house, the first thing that caught his eye was the huge hole that was blown out by the explosives, which was as tall as a person. From the hole, he could faintly hear sporadic gunshots coming from outside. The situation inside the house was just as he expected. Dutch was no longer there.

Seeing this, Ross chased after him again. Dutch had just left, and if he continued to chase him, he might be able to keep him.

After getting out of the big hole in the wall, Ross looked up and saw Dutch van der Linde climbing up the iron ladder. At this moment, Dutch and his accomplices were struggling to climb up with their hands and feet. In Ross's eyes, these three people were like fish on a chopping board, and they had no room to resist the impending danger.

Ross would not try to persuade people to surrender like Milton did. For him, killing the target with his own hands was more meaningful than capturing him alive. Unless the opponent gave up resistance, he would generously spare his life, just like John did. Otherwise, he would kill them all.

Just as he raised his rifle with a smile on his face and aimed the muzzle at Dutch van der Linde diagonally above him, a bullet from directly above grazed his ear and hit the damaged wall behind him.

Ross was startled and quickly gave up aiming, and quickly retreated to the bank. The next moment, there was a series of "puff, puff, puff" sounds from where he had just stood. Ross was very familiar with this sound, which was clearly the sound of bullets embedded in the wall and bouncing off the ground.

There are Dutch's helpers on the rooftop!

After discovering this problem, Ross waved to the team members behind him and said, "Come on, some of you who are not afraid of death, shoot at the roof of the opposite building."

Hearing the call, five or six people stood up in the team and said, "Sir, let's go."

"Very good." Looking at his men who were eager to try, Ross nodded with satisfaction: "Line up and rush out together."

"Yes!"

The men agreed, then lined up and rushed out recklessly.

But before these people raised their guns and aimed, a series of gunshots were heard again from the rooftop of the opposite building, and the people who went out fell almost simultaneously, less than a meter away from the exit.

Seeing this scene, Ross's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

What a great shooting skill! The other party must have let me go just now, otherwise I would have gone to see God before them.

After witnessing his opponent's accurate shooting, Ross was immediately caught in a dilemma. If he went out through this hole, there was a very powerful gunman on the opposite building aiming at him. If he forced his way out from here, it would be no different from being shot in a queue. Not only would he not be able to kill Dutch, but his team would also be buried here. This deal was really not worth it. If he went back the same way, he was really unwilling to accept that his group of people had gone through so much trouble to only capture two insignificant people.

Milton, this guy, didn't tell me earlier. If he had reminded me earlier, catching Dutch would have been a foregone conclusion...

Seeing that things were going nowhere, Ross began to blame his partner. But he had no idea that Milton had just shouted at him across the intersection for a long time, and if it weren't for the two explosives that temporarily calmed the situation, his voice would have been hoarse.