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

Three days later, in the underground cell of Xin'antang, Trelawney, covered in blood, was hung in the air. He forced his eyes open and looked at Zhou Xing in front of him, his eyes full of fear.

God, this guy is a devil from hell. It's scary.

"I...I told you everything I know. You...promised...let me go..." Trelawney begged for mercy as he was dying.

Zhou Xing laughed softly: "Don't worry, Mr. Trelawney, you still have something you haven't told me."

"What...what happened? I have already told you everything I know..." Trelawney lowered his head weakly and murmured.

"You knew something was wrong a day in advance, and notified your companions to escape. You even bought the tickets yourself, but why didn't you run away? Did you go to Bronte?" Zhou Xing stood up slowly and walked to In front of Trelawney.

"You must be hiding something from me, and this matter is very important, more important than Zhou Zheng and your plan." Zhou Xing, like a devil, said in Trelawney's ear: "My big brother here It only took three or four punishments, and there are still seven more to go."

Hearing Trelawney's body tremble uncontrollably, he trembled and said, "It's really... really nothing... I just..."

"Stop." Zhou Xing interrupted him directly: "Before talking, why not first appreciate a punishment called grooming in our hometown."

Zhou Xingxing asked his men to take out an iron brush and prepare to do some experiments.

Trelawney watched with fear as Zhou Xing put the iron brush into the fire until it burned red, then brought a basin of scalding hot water and introduced it to Trelawney enthusiastically.

"Later, I will use boiling water to scald all the flesh on your body, remove all the hair on your body, and then brush you with this red-hot iron brush..."

Hearing this, Trelawney couldn't bear it anymore: "I said, I said...it's Dutch Van Der Linde, because he is trapped in the city, and I have to find a way to send him out."

Zhou Xing stopped moving his hands and suddenly laughed: "Where is he?"

"In...in the alley behind my house, there...there is a shabby house, where I hide my money..." Trelawney thought to himself, I'm sorry, Dutch, I really I can't bear it anymore.

"Did you hear that? Let's arrest him." Zhou Xing greeted his men and slowly walked out of the cell: "Serve him with delicious food and drinks. Find him a doctor, but don't let him die. "

"Yes! The second master."

Trelawney was indeed a smart man. When he was first arrested, he decisively threw out Dawson as a bargaining chip. Zhou Xing didn't dare to touch him and quickly informed Cornwall.

But Cornwall is determined this time. He doesn't want this brainless nephew. He only wants the heads of Dutch and all those involved in the case.

Now Trelawney was in trouble. The beautiful traditional skills such as leather whips, tiger benches, and stick clamps were used one after another. He had been holding on for two days, thinking that Dutch would come to save him.

But on the third day, when Zhou Xing took out a fine needle and pricked his finger like this, he couldn't bear it anymore.

He told all the plans this time, including Zhou Zheng joining the gang, making plans, and even the fact that the Vanderlinde Gang had been disbanded.

When Zhou Xing asked Zhou Zheng and the others about their whereabouts, he said that he didn't know either and finally didn't tell them about the Chui Dog Ranch.

He asked himself that he had been holding back for two days, and he asked Juan to report the news in advance and did not reveal their whereabouts. He was doing the right thing for Zhou Zheng and the others.

But he still didn't tell what happened to Dutch, but Zhou Xing was so cunning that he suddenly discovered something unreasonable. After repeated questioning, Trelawney still told him.

Dutch moved again at this time. In order not to be discovered, they changed another place last night.

As for the previous corpse, it didn't matter. People died almost all the time in this city, and no one cared about the corpse of a black man.

The three of them found some rags, dressed up as beggars, and hid in the attic of a dilapidated house in a slum not far away.

Javier and Bill naturally had nothing to say. They were running for their lives. They were not shabby. But Dutch couldn't stand it, and his pride almost drove him crazy.

"Damn it, what's going on? Why did it suddenly become like this?" Dutch threw the old hat on his head to the ground. He couldn't restrain his inner anger, and the cigar he had been hanging in his hand also dropped. On the ground.

"I don't know, now we are all blind, and we don't know what happened to Trelawny." Javier helped Dutch pick up the hat and cigar and handed them to him.

"Did he run away by himself first?" Bill said in a sullen voice: "This guy always does this, always disappearing alone."

"No, it's different this time. Something must have happened to him." Dutch took the hat from Javier and put it on his head, then lit the cigar again and took a puff.

There was a window behind him. Looking out from this window, he could just see Trelawny's hiding place, and he had a good view from a high position. This place was carefully chosen by him.

"We must run out quickly. Only when it is safe outside and give them some movement outside will they be afraid of us and Trelawny will be safe." Dutch said while looking at his two men.

Only when they go to the wild and ride on horses can they become omnipotent thieves. In such a complicated city, they can do very little.

This is why he hates cities. In the wilderness, they can escape waves of pursuit as long as they mount a horse, and they can come and go as freely as the wind. If you don't have food, just hunt for animals. If you don't have water, just find a small river.

Just like in Coulter Village, they can survive even if it snows heavily, and they live well.

In the city, the police only need to block a few entrances and exits and they can only hide in the gutter like a mouse. They can only rob some poor people who are poorer than them.

They cannot break into the houses of wealthy people or even middle-class families, because as soon as a gunshot is fired, the police will soon hear the news and come and surround them.

Dutch's nostalgia for the wilderness has never been so strong. He does not belong to the city, and this is not his world.

"The key now is how we get out. There are wanted notices for us on every street." Javier said with difficulty. He was also very uncomfortable with city life. For him, this was also a disaster.

"Damn, there's a situation!" Dutch cursed quietly as he watched more and more people outside surround the hut where they had been hiding.

"Damn it, how did they find this place?" Javier asked in surprise: "Is it Trelawney?"

"Sure, only Trelawney knows this. Something happened to him." Dutch sighed helplessly.