The voice rang again with a hint of ecstasy. "Oh, you delivered a beast and some excellent specimens to me. How should I thank you?"
The coachman holding the pump-action shotgun roared, "Bastard, come out if you dare!"
They were all having an extremely hard time finding the location of this voice in those woods, but they hold their ground to wait for the person to make a mistake because they had a huge advantage with their guns.
Jacob's voice sounded again with a hint of ridicule, "Although this imitation of Ithaca-37 is good, its tubular under-barrel magazine can probably hold two 12-gauge cartridge rounds at most.
"While the two of you were holding pistols which can only shoot water at most, so how about you leave all this and scram? It'll be a win-win for both sides or, trust me, you are all dead."
"There!"
The coachman quickly shouted and pull the trigger, while the other two follow suit.
They emptied their magazines in that direction and quickly started to reload.
