Say goodbye to your loved ones, say goodbye to your family property, and say the longest and most loving goodbye to everything you were familiar with in the past.
Jack Martin is about to embark on a rough and wandering road.
"Mr. Vincent, when the sun rises again, everyone in town will see the walls of my house."
Little Jack pointed to the ruins in the restaurant. Late at night, he put his uncle, aunt, and sister Anna into a carriage and sent them to the east coast on four fast horses. Then they boarded a sightseeing boat and sent them back to his hometown in England on the other side of the Atlantic.
"The bandits and robbers from the Perfume Bottle Gang will definitely know this news. If they can find me, they will never let me go."
Vincent was collecting Sullivan's remains, setting up a bonfire late at night, using the ogre's body as firewood, putting on a piece of fresh beef shank, garnishing it with lettuce, chewing and swallowing it into his stomach.
The broken human bones were very moist and crackled in the pile of firewood.
From what little Jack heard, Mr. Vincent's demeanor at this moment was almost the same as that of a man-eating demon like Sullivan, and the crisp sound he made when his teeth clenched was terrifying.
Suppressing his fear, little Jack continued: "Mr. Vincent, I am a legal police officer under the rule of Arizona, United States of America, and I have decided to help you."
Vincent: "Why?"
Little Jack: "Because I owe you my life."
Vincent: "No, Jack. I can't defeat this powerful enemy without your help."
Little Jack: "But..."
Vincent: "Besides, my motive for killing Sullivan Okopela had nothing to do with you."
Little Jack was confused and frightened: "It doesn't matter...it doesn't matter?!"
Vincent: "Yes, it has nothing to do with it at all. I killed Sullivan Okopela out of revenge, to kill the man-eating demon in your eyes, and to kill the [Wendigo] in your knowledge."
Little Jack chewed the word: "Revenge..."
Vincent: "Unlike the justice in your heart, you still believe in the law and the perfection of mutual help between people. For a moment, you even believed that Sullivan Okopela would be punished.
Sanctions from the federal government, he’s going to be sanctioned from God — right?”
Little Jack: "Indeed...I did think that."
Vincent took the trouble to explain——
"——It's a pity, Jack, I never had that idea. Apart from paying off the debt I owe you, I don't have any special preferential treatment for you, a white man."
"—likes, dislikes or prejudices?"
"—Friendship or affection?"
"——In fact, it's like I'm going to an important place, and revenge is the signpost for my progress."
"You helped me, just like the transportation on the road, like a good and obedient horse."
"I won't be grateful for this tool of yours. So, you don't have to expect or tie me down."
When he heard these words, little Jack was so angry that he stamped his legs.
He first ran to the garden, brutally attacked the plants and trees in the flowerbed that he usually took good care of, and then took off his pants and peed wildly.
Like doing something that he would never dare to do in the past, these audacious behaviors would have earned little Jack a severe beating from his uncle and aunt!
"Vincent!" Little Jack still looked that gentle and gentle, not even using curse words: "Unsympathetic and unjust! Cruel and indifferent! You idiot! You are going to kill me! Why didn't you tell me earlier? What if?
If you had told me earlier, I would have gone back to England with my uncle and aunt!"
Vincent swallowed the last piece of meat and glanced at the young man from the corner of his eye.
"It's not too late for you to leave now."
His eyes were like two deep, dull obsidian stones that could not reflect the light even under the flames. His eyes were so cold that it made people feel chilling.
The night is getting darker.
A postman's carriage came running from the official road.
Vincent took off the big hat from the coat rack - it was the beautiful high-brimmed hat with parrot feathers that Sullivan used during his lifetime.
Taking the perfume bottle and shotgun, he changed into a new pair of shoes. Then he lightly jumped out and grabbed the rear chassis of the carriage with his soul power, leaving only an understatement, similar to a farewell word.
"Let's go!"
"——You!" Jack Martin watched Vincent sneak into the carriage of the postman's carriage, and finally gave up the idea of sounding the alarm.
Because he almost forgot that he was the police chief. The alarm bell could not help him, and no one dared to come to help him.
He wanted to say something, but couldn't.
He really wanted to say that.
"You must come back alive, Oriental."
But when the words came to his lips, they turned into a confusion that is hard to describe in a thousand words.
Where am I going?
Is it the East or the West?
Is it the east coast or the west coast?
Catch a boat back to your hometown? Surrounded by servants, inherit the title of Lord from your father, step out of bed on a soft deerskin blanket every day, play polo when you have nothing to do, and try hard not to become a round-shaped diabetic patient, completely
Suppress the crazy curiosity in your brain and live peacefully?
Or like Vincent?
Can I embark on this path?
Even if I end up outside the floating dock in San Francisco.
Even if Mr. Vincent will scatter my ashes into the sea and send them to his hometown!?
That fool! He has no gun! No bullets! He has no money left!
I am a well-known rich man from all over the country! I became the police chief by buying an official position! He is definitely no match for me when it comes to escaping! Nor do I have the experience to guide him on how to escape!
Hehe! He must be trying to drive me away! He must be trying to scare me! That’s why he said such unexplained words! He is so gentle! Vincent!
He! A kind friend!
A Chinese, a wild monkey in Arizona who can’t even read a map!】
If you think so! He can’t do it without me!
He grinned and laughed heartily——
——Then we were on the road again.
With a new gun and bullets, he refilled two buckskin water bags, whistled, called the last young horse in the stable, and put on a small shiny leather saddle.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Then he looked at the restaurant and at the [arrow] on the floor again and again.
"Is this the [arrow] Vincent was talking about?"
"Has he even forgotten such an important thing?"
"No! If you say that, I have to follow him even more and put this terrible and respectable artifact into his hands! His mind doesn't seem to be very smart! This is not possible!"
"If this kind of thing falls into the wrong hands, there will be countless new perfume bottle gangs in the West!"
"Wait for me!"
"Vincent! I'm coming right away!"
He tightened his grip on the horse's belly and ran wildly in the direction of Sloth Town.
On one side of the river valley, there are multiple entrances to Sloth Town, which is surrounded by mountains and rivers.
In addition to building bridges and roads here, the Perfume Bottle Gang also does other things to make a living.
Including the Mormon Fire Festival, the Beast Museum and the Grand Theater. As the largest human trafficking center in Arizona, the hotels and casinos here are luxuriously decorated and prosperous, making it one of the best tourist destinations in the entire West.
At the entrance to the northwest side of the town, there is a lively and prosperous commercial street, which is different from the quarry guarded by soldiers in the southeast - the commercial street is the sales treasury of various gentry and wealthy people, and it is also a tourist place for artists to cultivate their sentiments.
When little Jack rode his horse and whipped his whip and rushed to Sloth Town, the young man just said:
[I want to help Vincent and return the life-saving grace.]
When he saw the 800-lumen miner's lamp on the high platform of the tower, the scarlet-colored cigarette butts in the night, and the guns in the hands of the patrolmen.
He was timid, he was afraid, and he was defeated by fear again.
This was beyond his control, like a claw extending from hell, crushing his courage to pieces.
Jack said to himself——
"—Let's go to the northwest entrance first and look at the scenery, and then try to find Vincent..."
"I simply can't deal with so many people! If they knew that I helped Vincent kill Sullivan..."
"I will turn into a pile of rotten flesh and die!"
He was very decisive and pulled the reins to turn around and go around Wenwen Township.
Little Jack's brain is very simple. Together with Wen Bucai, they can't muster 150 points of intelligence. Whether it's JoeRank or JoeStar - this characteristic of a mentally retarded man seems to be an inheritance.
When Jack saw the bustling commercial street, he suddenly felt dazzled - the smell of Magu tobacco floated in the air, and the smell of barbecued meats and various types of sausages and cooked food floated into his nostrils, almost enchanting him.
Under the scolding of the patrolling guard, he quickly patted his face and tried to look awake.
He turned over and dismounted. He completed the security inspection and removed all the bullets from the firearm before he could pass.
The foal asked the security personnel to lead him to the stable. Little Jack craned his neck to look across the stable, and saw the awkward look of his own horse squeezing into the water tank - look at him, he is surrounded by some of the best horses in the Colorado wilderness.
The red-haired, tall-headed, big-footed horse looks like a gray-headed, poor boy who suddenly fell into the arms of a group of hot girls with big breasts and thin waists. He is a little at a loss.
——The same is true for Jack. He smiled and rejected the invitation of the hostess again and again, holding more than forty gold coins in the bag. This was all his belongings, and they were hard currency brought from his hometown in Edinburgh.
He thought that he must not be tempted by these things, he had more important things to accomplish.
It was three o'clock in the morning, and little Jack still couldn't find any trace of Mr. Vincent.
Whether it was the riot caused by the gunfight or the news of Sullivan's death.
There is nothing, what should come has not come.
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[Part2·Ungrateful]
Jack was drowsy. Driven by his sleepy and exhausted body, he finally pushed open the hotel door and decided to take a nap first and think about how to find Vincent when he woke up.
Along the way, he suffered so much that he suddenly became angry.
Yes, that's what Jack thought.
[I feel so wronged!]
[Obviously there are so many delicious, fun, thrilling and thrilling three-gun games!]
[Smash the iron plate to win a bounty, throw the dice and gamble for wine, and if you win blackjack in the blackjack game, you can even win a kiss!]
[Eat Italian salami with a girl by your side!]
[Why would I come to a place like this for such a Chinese! I’m so scared!]
[Vincent! It’s all your fault! My heart is no longer pure!]
The more Jack thought about it, the more aggrieved he became. He secretly glanced at the colorful world outside the crack of the door, and then looked at the lady at the front desk.
[Look at this beautiful lady! I suddenly feel that the perfume bottle gang is not so hateful after all!]
[Her skin looks like it has been soaked in milk! Just like my sister...Anna...]
[Same as Anna?]
Wait a moment.
Little Jack then realized.
This commercial street has so many fresh cooked foods and so many fit, sexy and attractive girls!
Maybe it's all Sullivan's [Thyme] that's causing trouble. This soul power can keep people healthy and have a strong body - but now, Sullivan is dead.
Before long, this bustling scene will no longer exist. The sleepless life of high heat and high sugar will destroy the skin that these girls rely on for a living until they are no longer human.
Jack's already limited brain capacity was worsened by staying up late——
[——Vincent is such a cruel person... How could he bear to destroy such a beautiful thing!]
[Even if it's an ogre! Just give him a good beating! Everyone should have a chance to repent! Don't they?]
At this moment, Jack forgot the critical moment of life and death a few hours ago. He forgot his ideals and his identity as the police chief.
"Sir? Sir? Are you going to spend the night?" the front desk lady greeted politely, "How can I help you? What do you need?"
Jack came to his senses immediately. He was like a young boy who had tasted forbidden fruit for the first time. He held up the money bag in his hand and exposed all the gold inside!
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The front desk lady's eyes were straightened when she saw Zhenjin. Her eyes, which were still polite at first, now became as wolf-like as a tiger's.
"Is it one room?! Is there only one room?"
Little Jack: "Yes."
Front desk lady: "Do you want a private room? One person?"
Little Jack: "That's right...I look like a bachelor..."
Front desk lady: "How big of a bed do you want? How much are you willing to spend?"
Little Jack: "Single bed..."
Front desk lady: "Don't you need a bigger, more comfortable room? Don't you need a bigger bed? In Sloth Town, you have to stay in a room above the sixth floor to see the sunrise scenery of the river valley! If
If you don’t watch the sunrise when you come to Sloth Town, it means you haven’t been here!”
Little Jack: "Then...well, according to what you said, how much do I need to pay you?"
The lady at the front desk deliberately lowered her body to make the buttons on her collar look less "proper". She deliberately held the countertop to flip the housing contract and raised her plump buttocks.
Little Jack's eyes followed this spring light and glanced down.
The lady at the front desk fiddled with the hair next to her ears, licked her lips, let her tongue wet her fingers, and opened the account book. There was a frivolous feeling in her eyebrows as if she was teasing a child.
"You look like a nerd. Do you like reading? I can arrange a room for you on the sixth floor by the stairs. There is a great writer living next door. You must have heard of his famous name - David Victor.
"
Little Jack was still immersed in the graceful figure of the receptionist. He was blinded by the beauty. When he heard the writer's name, he suddenly felt excited.
"David Victor?"
The front desk lady was shocked by Jack's surprised expression, and she felt a little caught off guard: "Yes... do you need me? Do you need my body? You can add one more gold coin..."
Little Jack: "How much does the room cost?"
The lady at the front desk said solemnly: "Two gold coins..."
Calculated based on the price of gold and the net weight of the coins in Jack's hand, this price in Arizona is like a lion's mouth wide open, ready to rip off customers - but little Jack is impatient: "Here! My name is Jack Martin, register me quickly!"
The front desk lady was frightened by Jack's appearance of a hungry tiger pouncing on food, but she still refused to give up and wanted to sell her body: "I said, if you need me... half a gold coin is fine... I have a gold cutting saw here.
.”
Little Jack became irritable and restless, and there was a feeling of rage spreading inside him.
"Give me the key quickly! Mother-in-law! Don't wait too long!"
The lady at the front desk begged: "Only twenty-five cents... No, twenty cents is not enough? As long as you pay me twenty cents, I will lock the door and stay with you tonight..."
Little Jack finally couldn't bear it anymore, and he, a gentle man, started to curse loudly.
"Hey! Shameless sow! Can't you even understand English?! I'm going to see David Victor now! Now I only have the surging literary soul in my heart! How dare you insult me? You are insulting
Me?!"
——Five minutes later.
Jack Martin has completely forgotten his agreement with Mr. Vincent.
In other words, his secret determination was worthless in front of this door.
Inside the door is the idol of his youth, an Austrian who escaped from prison by telling stories.