The sunshine is warm and the spring breeze is pleasant.
Brandi was naked from the waist up, revealing muscles that were not exaggerated but had sharp edges. Wearing only a pair of trousers, she was lying on the soft and comfortable bed of the hotel, flipping through the latest "New Hanover Gazette".
The headline on the front page of the newspaper was the four words "Train Robbery" in big letters, which immediately attracted Brandi's attention, and he read down the headline.
“The fierce fighting resulted in the loss of many lives.
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The gangsters left the train unmanned.
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The train belongs to Leviticus Cornwall.
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A private train owned by railways, sugar and oil tycoon Henry Vertix-Cornwall was robbed in broad daylight by masked gangsters. The train was traveling north towards Grizzly and the robbers stopped after the train departed from West Elizabeth.
Soon he boarded the train and forced it to stop. As of press time, preliminary telegrams indicate that the bloody robbery was intended to steal the railroad bonds on Mr. Cornish's private train."
"It seems Dutch and the others succeeded," Brandy thought to herself, "calculating this, they should be able to move to the Horseshoe Lookout in a few days."
While thinking about it, he continued to read.
"Shortly after the robbery, the hijacked train traveled through the area at high speed without a driver or crew in a dangerous state. The train was eventually controlled by mechanics and police and stopped in the northern area of Annisberg. Mechanics and police said there was a violent incident in the train carriage.
Fighting and bloody carnage.
No surviving passengers have been found in this robbery. This robbery is similar to a series of robberies that have occurred in the area west of Grizli in recent years."
Brandy frowned slightly and thought to herself: "Arthur is really ruthless. Of course, he is still a gangster who kills without blinking an eye. Moreover, even if it were me, I would still kill everyone."
In the game, Arthur truly began to embark on the road to redemption after he was diagnosed with tuberculosis. Before that, in terms of behavior, there was actually no difference between him and Micah, except for some slight principles.
"If we wait until then, it will be too late." Brandi shook his head slightly. He would not wait until the gang came to an end before making amends. Although he did not have any strategy to change the ending yet, he believed that,
His appearance in this world itself has disrupted the original storyline. As for how it will change, he believes that he now has the initiative.
"Arthur, you once said that among you, only John won, but in fact John also lost, just a few years later than you." Brandy secretly made up her mind, "But now I am here
, I believe that we will all be victors in the end."
Skip this page, and then there will be a follow-up report about the Blackwater robbery. The report stated that the police and Pinkerton detectives had cordoned off Blackwater and launched a large-scale manhunt.
The report also briefly introduced the "great achievements" of Dutch and his gang. They robbed a cruise ship carrying a huge amount of money from the Blackwater Town Bank, and after a fierce gun battle, they took away 150,000 US dollars in money. This huge amount
The robbery is considered to be the largest robbery in Blackwater Town in recent years, and the stolen money, according to police speculation, may have been hidden somewhere in Blackwater Town by Dutch.
"Speaking of which, Arthur and the others are fully wanted in Blackwater Town and New Austin, which prevents them from setting foot there. However, I am not wanted," Brandy thought to herself, "Or, I can take advantage of
During the leisure time when the team arrives at Horseshoe Lookout, you can quietly go to Blackwater Town to transfer the huge sum of 150,000 that Dutch and Micah are thinking about to my name?"
This is something worth doing. When Dutch and Micah go to get the money and find that the huge sum of money they have longed for has long gone, their expressions at that moment will be very wonderful.
"And I will soon have the status of an official bounty hunter. This is a very good cover." The more Brandy thought about it, the more feasible the plan became. Although, in his impression, nothing was revealed in the game.
Where did Dutch hide the money in Blackwater Town? However, Brandy felt that Blackwater Town was such a big place and given him enough time, he didn't believe he could find it.
The next report made his eyes widen.
"A large fire that killed nearly fifty people? It happened in the heart of the earth in New Hanover? Is this Colm O'Drisco's operation?" Brandi continued to read, and couldn't help but "Oh!
"Gan" said, "Gan! This damn woman!"
The article read in black and white: "This newspaper had the honor to interview the survivors of this attack, Miss Lily Cornwall and her maid Miss Amandine. Miss Cornwall's response to Colm O
Driscoe strongly condemned the violent crimes led by Driscoe, and mentioned a gunman named Billy who rode a huge black horse. It is reported that it was this gunman who intended to kill two ladies in Colm O'Driscoe's house.
He and his men were frightened away by his superb marksmanship. After rescuing the two ladies, the gunman also sent them to their destination, the Cornish Coal Tar Factory. It is reported that
The gunman named Billy haunted the Valentine town area after saying goodbye to the two ladies.
Miss Lily Cornwall has issued a reward to all the public through this newspaper. All readers who see this news can provide relevant information about this mysterious gunman named Billy who rides a huge black horse.
Wall Coal Tar Works claims a bounty of one hundred dollars."
Next to this article, there is even a hand-drawn sketch. Although it looks nothing like Brandy, Brandy feels that the artist on Shen Yun did draw a close resemblance.
"This woman!" Brandi almost tore up the newspaper, but after thinking about it, she calmed down: "Although it's not exactly what I expected, at least Billy the Kid's name has been established. Originally,
This vest is intended to portray a real gangster who does all kinds of evil, but after thinking about it carefully, it seems more interesting to add a little controversy and dramatic conflict to this vest, and maybe it can be closer to the label of a Western hero."
"It's just..." Brandy looked at the portrait in the newspaper that only looked like her a little bit in appearance, but had a 70% or 80% similarity in charm. She couldn't help but sigh, "This woman can really give me something."
Come on, although it would be best for the name Billy the Kid to be as resounding throughout the United States as the world I was originally from, I don't want such a reputation to limit the real me."
Brandy scratched her head irritably, and an evil thought suddenly appeared in her mind: "It would be better if I killed them right then. In fact, it's not too late to do it now..."
But soon, reason once again occupied the high ground of IQ. Brandy paced back and forth in the room, thinking: "Thinking about it carefully, it is still unrealistic. Now Cornwall was robbed of a private train by Dutch, and later by Austria.
Driscoe hijacked the motorcade escorting his daughter. Now the security level of all his properties is probably handled by Pinkerton detectives. It's hard to describe it as impregnable. If I act recklessly now, all future plans will be ruined."
He looked down at the newspaper that he threw carelessly on the bedside table, slapped twice the report about O'Drisco's hijacking of the convoy, and murmured: "I hope you don't cause anything to me."
Please trouble me, my dear Miss Lily, otherwise, I cannot guarantee that I will not do anything extraordinary."
With this interruption, Brandi also lost interest in continuing to read the newspaper. Looking at the sun, it was time to go out and do some activities.
At this time, there was a knock on the door. Brandy put on her white shirt in a hurry, buttoned it up, and asked, "I didn't call room service, what's the matter?"
"It's not room service, sir," the innkeeper's voice came from outside the door. "It's Mr. Schultz who wants me to send you a message, asking you to meet at the Smithfield Tavern."
"Mr. Schultz?" Brandy was a little confused, and she couldn't imagine what he could do to her.
After a slight hesitation, Brandy raised her voice and said: "If Mr. Schultz is still there, tell him and I will be there soon."
Valentine, Smithfield Tavern.
Brandi pushed open the old wooden door of the tavern, and the creaking sound attracted the attention of everyone in the store.
Brandi immediately discovered that the way people looked at him was different from before. In the past, people who didn't know him would usually just take a glance at him and then turn a blind eye. People who knew him would nod in a friendly way or greet him directly.
Say hello; and now, almost everyone looked at him with abnormally intense eyes, as if they were looking at a stack of walking bills.
"Gee! I have changed my mind now. When the opportunity comes, I will have to find a way to make that young lady unhappy." Brandy thought fiercely.
Kim Schultz changed his bright gray suit jacket into an Ulster coat of the same color today. He was still leaning on the bar as he did when he first met Brandi, sipping a glass of Scotch whiskey.
When Schultz saw Brandy walking into the pub, he showed a warm smile, waved to him, and shouted: "Hey! Brandy! Here!"
Brandi walked up to the bar with a dark look on her face, asked for a beer, and said, "Keep your voice down, doctor, are you planning to provoke the whole town?"
"Hahahaha," the doctor said with a smile, "I read the latest newspaper, you are really famous."
"It's not me. The gunman's name is Billy and he has nothing to do with me." Brandi denied it.
"Don't pretend to be here," Schulz lowered his voice and said, "Although the name doesn't match, the huge black horse riding and the portrait are enough to show that the person is you. Maybe others see you.
, just a suspicion, but in the eyes of us professionals, we can basically confirm that Billy is you, Brandi Munny."
Brandy was a little discouraged, took a sip of beer, and said, "I just don't understand. That portrait doesn't look like me at all, and even if it's riding a huge black horse, that horse may not be the same person."
My Dali, how can you be so sure?"
“In our line of work, you need to develop a good pair of eyes,” Schulz said mysteriously. “With no photographic images left, the prisoner’s appearance can only be sketched through the descriptions of witnesses.
The descriptions of eyewitnesses will have a layer of distortion, and the painter's pen will cause another layer of distortion. The professional painters of the police are okay, but the things drawn by the three-legged cat painters of the newspaper are even more unsightly. However, we often just have to
Under these conditions, we can identify the true identity of the criminals and then bring them to justice."
"So, you used your professional eye for observing criminals and successfully determined that I was Billy?" Brandy said angrily.
"Haha, you can't say that, Brandi," Schultz said with a smile, "I just slightly applied the skills at work to my daily life."
"Haha, thank you so much. I learned a lot today." Brandi laughed dryly without any smile at all.
"Hey, seriously, Brandy, where are you and that eldest lady from the Cornwall family?" Schultz came closer and asked with a gossipy look on his face.
Brandy was a little confused: "What step has it taken?"
"It's the relationship between you two. Let's talk about it." Schulz smiled like an old fox.
Brandy was a little anxious: "I have never met that eldest lady at all. As I said, Billy the Kid is not me, I am not Billy the Kid, and I have nothing to do with Billy the Kid!"
It seemed that Brandi's voice was a little louder. When he finished speaking, he found that the originally noisy tavern was silent, and everyone's eyes were turned towards them, with inexplicable meaning in their eyes.
Brandy subconsciously shrank her shoulders and took a sip of beer to calm down the unknown anger in her heart.
"Billy the Kid," Schultz said with a smile while shaking the wine in the glass, "yes, it's a very western title. To be honest, I have picked up many names with something like 'kid' or 'boy' in them.
You’re the guy with bad words, are you sure you don’t want to change it?”
"Alas," Brandy was unable to refute, and could only sigh, "This is feelings."
"Well, I always respect feelings." Mr. Schultz, who has strong feelings for his hometown, nodded.
Brandy drank her own beer, asked for another one, and said, "Okay, Mr. Schultz, I don't think you asked me to come here just to hear the story of the encounter between the homeless gunman and the capitalist lady, right?"
"What if that's it?" Schultz glanced at Brandi with a smile. Seeing that he really didn't mean to joke, he corrected his attitude and said, "Ahem, okay, no more joking. I heard
, are you currently looking for a 'seventh generation' sect missionary in New Hanover?"
"Yes," Brandi nodded, "Although I caught one last time, it was enough for me to be directly promoted to the veteran level, but I feel that these people are definitely not that simple."
"Your feeling is right," Schultz said. "The 'Seventh Generation' sect is now prevalent among all the cults in this country. It is only slightly less powerful than the most powerful Cheronian cult. Their leader
, Virgil Edwards, you can also call him 'Shepherd', is a genius level speaker and sadist, he used the evil teachings he realized while smoking marijuana and opium to seduce a large number of lost people.
They are willing to serve him, and it is said that they have made big moves recently. You know, that madman is very supportive of using armed struggle to 'purify' the world."
"That's not something I can solve, not even with you and Jiang Ge." Brandy knew very clearly about the strength of her side. "However, I think that if his wings can be properly clipped,
So, a tiger that has lost its wings is just an injured tiger, isn't it?"
"You're right, Brandi," Schultz said, taking out a page torn from his diary from his breast pocket, "I recently found out about another important member of theirs.
Bethany Delamere’s movements, she has recently gathered congregation members in Mount Ambarino and its surrounding areas, and she doesn’t know what she is doing.”
Brandy picked up the page, unfolded it, read it, nodded, stuffed the page into her breast pocket, and said, "What do you want?"
"Just 10% of the bounty." Schultz drank the whiskey in his glass.
Brandi patted Schultz on the shoulder and said as he left the bar, "That's reasonable. Thanks, Mr. Schultz."
"Be careful, Brandi," Schultz reminded. "You captured Obadiah Fitch and attracted the attention of those madmen. I can only detect their location, but their purpose is unknown.
People know, be careful if it’s directed specifically at you.”
Brandy chuckled and responded: "Don't worry, Mr. Schultz, I can still handle that kind of situation." This chapter has been completed!