Brandi gently wiped the dust and sweat from her cheeks, and the giant horse under her crotch walked leisurely on the road that was rolled out by thousands of horses' hooves and wheels.
At this time, the setting sun has disappeared at the end of the horizon, and the remnants of the sunset will also be swallowed up by the night.
"Although there are many more complicated ingredients, at least the income this time is considerable," Brandy touched the check at her waist and thought, "She is indeed the daughter of a capitalist. Big money is really easy to kill. Let's use a gun to force it."
You can swindle so much money."
"As for the Cornish family's promise..." Brandy pinched the horse's belly with both feet, and thought jokingly, "For a capitalist, even one of his hairs can be sold at a sky-high price, but only
His promise is definitely not worth a penny."
"Whether it works or not depends on whether Lily is stupid enough."
At this time, Brandi heard an old voice coming from not far away:
"Please help the old man...the old man will also help you..."
Brandi followed the sound and saw an old man with a slovenly appearance, shabby clothes, and white eyes, leaning on a tattered crutch, standing tremblingly on the roadside, holding a small iron bowl in his right hand, looking towards the past
Pedestrians begging - if there are any.
Brandy knew that this old man was an NPC in the game who was suspected of having prophetic abilities. Whenever Arthur or John gave him alms, he would always say words similar to prophecies. His words would always confirm the characters intentionally or unintentionally.
Current situation and outcome.
Brandy hurried a few steps and came to the old man. The old man seemed to sense something and showed Brandy the dirty and rotten little broken bowl in his hand and said: "Please help the old man, kind sir."
"
"I wonder what kind of role he is in this world? An ordinary old man? Or a great prophet?" With this idea in mind, Brandy threw a one-dollar coin to the old man.
"You have a bright appearance, but you are rooted in darkness. Although you live in darkness, your heart is bright," the old man said tremblingly. "Forgive me for being shallow and unable to peek into your future hidden in the mist. However, I know that you are now a person."
It is entangled by two venomous snakes, one gray and one black. If you look back carefully when you are walking, you will definitely find something."
"It's really a bunch of incomprehensible nonsense." Brandy knew that what the old man said was similar to a rhyme, but unfortunately she didn't understand the true meaning, so she finally had to say thank you and ride her horse away.
The giant horse gradually moved away. The old man turned his head and looked in the direction of Brandy as if he could see things. He sighed softly and murmured: "Those who break the game are always fascinated by the game. The fate has been determined.
How difficult is it to reverse the situation? A hundred years of hard work is just one death, just one death..."
The old man sighed while walking slowly on the green grassy ground with his bare black feet, step by step, slowly disappearing into the horizon.
On the outskirts of Valentine, near Fortress Hill.
The town at the other end of the railway is like a star, slowly lighting up as night falls.
Brandy looked at this civilization star standing on the grassland from a distance, and felt that the night wind was blowing the hem of her suit, giving her a feeling of independence from the world.
"It's a pity that this is just a horse, and in this era, there is no way to get a horse-mounted audio system," Brandi said to himself, patting the neck of the giant horse under his crotch, "Da Li, if you were a
A black supercar would be great. If the current artistic conception is paired with a melancholic ditty, wouldn’t the petty bourgeoisie mood rise?"
The jet-black Sharma, who was named "Da Li" by Brandy, snorted and shook his head, indicating that he didn't quite understand his master's strange words.
The wind changed direction and blew from behind, blowing the clothes that had been blown to the back to the front. Along with the sound of the wind, there was also the unfamiliar sound of horse hooves floating in Brandy's ears.
The sound of horse hooves was very soft, but the accompanying sound of shaking guns revealed a strong sense of malice.
The horse's head turned, the gun was held steadily in the hand, and the world began to turn scarlet. In the distant mountains, three figures on horseback that were particularly obvious against the grayish scarlet background appeared in Brandi's field of vision.
Gunfire rang out.
The first shot pierced a man's throat, and blood flowed out like a fountain. The man subconsciously covered the wound and fell off his horse. He twitched twice on the ground and became motionless.
The second shot cut off half of another man's head. The horse under his crotch was frightened by the gunshot and turned around and ran away. Its already dead owner was dragged for more than ten meters.
After getting off the saddle completely, the green grass was soaked with bright red blood, leaving a bloody trace.
The third shot hit the last man's mount in the crotch. The tall horse fell to the ground with blood from its mouth and nose, and its skull was shattered. Its owner stumbled up from the ground and fled in a panic.
"run?"
Brandi sneered and raised the carbine that he had just put down slightly, but the scarlet world only appeared for a moment and then disappeared.
"Gan!"
Torning pain instantly filled Brandi's brain, as if a sharp ax was about to split his whole body in half from head to toe, so that he had to put down the gun.
But Brandy was still unwilling to give in. Since he started working on this path, he has never let go of an enemy. He endured the pain and pulled out the revolver from his waist. Unable to concentrate, he could only aim in the general direction and shoot.
gun.
Six gunshots resounded across the grassland.
Brandi's other hand rummaged around in the saddle bag, and finally touched the familiar outline of the snake oil bottle. After taking a sip of snake oil, his energy immediately recovered a lot.
"Damn it!" Brandy didn't need to look further to know that the guy who was knocked off his horse had already escaped. After all, he was just blind typing, and his accuracy in that case was less than half of his usual level.
However, he felt annoyed not because he had let go of a person who might deserve to die, but because his ability to sustain the Eye of Death was too poor.
Although Brandy is now very proficient in using the Eye of Death, his poor endurance is still a very serious shortcoming for him. If he wants to make up for this shortcoming, he must either use snake oil as a weapon during battle.
Drink water, eat chewing tobacco as food, or you have to find ways to improve your endurance.
"Although from the current point of view, the attributes of the supplies seem to be similar to those in the game, it is still uncertain whether there will be changes in other aspects," Brandy thought, "If you want to improve your life, physical strength, Death Eyes III
In addition to regular exercise of related items, special supplements can also improve attributes. Unfortunately, I have not found them until now, and even if I find them, it is not known whether the attributes can be improved..."
While Brandy was thinking, she turned her horse's head and walked slowly along the road towards Valentine.
He did not notice the green scarves on the two corpses left behind.
Valentine Post Office.
Ben Rosen could actually have gotten off work long ago, but he persuaded his colleagues who came to pick him up to pick up his shift and continued to work hard. He felt that he had not drank as much coffee in a year as he drank today.
He is waiting for someone who is very important to him. If this person does not come today, then his expectations will also be disappointed.
Suddenly, the door of the post office was violently opened, and a dusty figure in a suit and leather shoes appeared at the door.
Ben Rosen recognized this person almost instantly. He immediately ran out of his office, with a bit of joy and a bit of worry in his excited tone: "Mr. Billy, you are finally back! What's the harvest?
Sample?"
"You kid," Brandy pointed at Ben Rosen, walked to his office, picked up the coffee pot and poured coffee, and said, "you almost tricked me to death, do you know?"
"I...I..." Ben Rosen hesitated, not daring to say more.
Brandi took a deep sip of coffee and said: "Do you know how many gunmen and heavy machine guns that old guy from Cornwall arranged on that train? Are you crazy about money? Damn, let me be alone.
To die?"
"You...you are back in good health," Ben Rosen said with a smile.
"Half a life was almost separated there." Brandy said angrily.
"It's good to come back, it's good to come back," Ben Rosen smiled even more flatteringly, "This...the profit from this trip..."
Brandy glanced at Ben Rosen, slapped three hundred-dollar bills directly into his hand, and said, "I'm warning you, the information next time must be accurate, how many guards there are, what equipment configuration
, you must explain it clearly to me, if a similar situation happens again in the future, I will kill your dog head first."
When Ben Rosen saw the three green bills, if his energy was not really limited, he would probably jump through the ceiling at once. While he repeatedly agreed to Brandi's request, he put the money into his bag with a smile, as if
It's like winning millions of dollars by buying lottery tickets.
Brandy shook his head helplessly. But he also understood very well how much weight three hundred dollars meant to ordinary American workers in this era.
A dozen miles outside the town of Valentine, Six Points Log Cabin.
This is one of the hideouts of the O'Drisco gang in the Heart of the Earth. Because it is close to Valentine and the location is hidden, it is convenient for the gang to develop in the Valentine and Heart of the Earth areas, so Colm O'Drisco temporarily
Use this place as the gang's base camp and station the core team of the gang here.
At this time, he was lying alone on the bed in the wooden house, smoking a high-end cigar obtained during the robbery and closing his eyes slightly, as if he was resting and waiting.
At this time, there were panicked footsteps outside the door, and then the door was knocked open, and an embarrassed man broke in. After entering the door, he did not speak, but kept breathing.
"What's going on? Where are the other two people?" Colm asked, maintaining his previous state.
"Dead," said the intruder, "all dead."
Colm slowly opened his eyes and said, "Tell me more about it."
"We followed him all the way from the Cornwall Coal Tar Works, and he spotted him near Fort Hill," the O'Drisco gang member who reported the report said, gasping in fear, "Damn, that bastard's marksmanship.
Well, my horse was shot in the head, and I escaped with my life, while old Ned and Henry died without a word."
"You didn't follow him?" Colm asked slowly.
"No, I don't know why. After I fell off the horse, I seemed to hear him shooting at me several times, but he missed all of them."
"It seems that this person's ability only reaches this level," Colm thought for a while and said, "You go out and have a drink to calm down. The brothers just robbed a few women to relieve the pressure.
"
"Yes, boss."
After his men left, Colm sat up from the bed, turned his head, and looked at a photo on the bedside table. In the photo, four young people were smiling innocently, standing side by side under a big tree, including
One person, vaguely identifiable as Colm O'Driscoe.
Colm looked at the man in the photo with his arms around the beautiful woman, smiling boldly and happily, and murmured: "A young man who is as skilled as a god and can shoot like lightning. The most important thing is that this style is unique to you."
Like, so you say, what do I think about this damn up-and-comer, Dutch Vanderlinde?" This chapter has been completed!