“I came from Alabama and brought my beloved banjo;
I have to rush to Louisiana to find my lover.
It started raining heavily in the evening, but the weather was still dry.
The sun is scorching in the sky, but my heart is cold. Susanna, don't cry.
Oh, Susanna, don't cry for me.
I'm from Alabama and I brought my banjo with me..."
On a gloomy night, by the quiet lake, Brandy was humming the familiar song "Oh, Susanna" while loading her trophies onto the horse one by one. She seemed to be in a good mood.
Brandy has a serious collecting habit, which in her previous life was mainly reflected in games. After all, as a social creature with little wealth, only in games can she fully unleash her nature.
Take the game "Red Dead Redemption 2" as an example. He not only collected all the items that can be purchased or collected in the game, but also spent a lot of time in one week to reach 100 game progress. %, in addition to exploring all the content other than 100% game progress, such as animal types, game Easter eggs, etc.
He never cares how much time he spends. As long as there are no extremely insurmountable difficulties that force him to give up the game, he will explore or collect all the content in the game.
Now, in this era where the birth of the first game is nearly a hundred years away, Brandi occasionally looks back on the past and always feels scared. Fortunately, he has never been interested in gold-based mobile games and online games, otherwise With his temperament, the meager savings in his bank card have long been emptied.
However, after living in the snowy mountains of Ambarino State for a year, Brandy's collecting habit seemed to have been cooled down a lot by the year-round cold there, and it was no longer so serious. However, this habit seemed to have been deeply imprinted on her. Deep in his soul, he may gradually become rational, but he certainly cannot change.
Previously, when passing by Minnie's Men's Clothing Store in the snowy mountains, Brandy did not take away everyone's weapons, but she still took away the weapons of the two legendary bounty hunters - John Ruth's Remington M1858 revolver and Two Remington M1858 revolvers, one black and one white, belonging to Marquis Warren were included in the bag.
Now, the revolver is stored in the storage box of the Valentine Hotel. Because the revolver has serious structural defects, Brandi does not intend to use it in actual combat, but only intends to keep it as a collection; as for the revolver, it has serious structural defects. The two Remington revolvers were hidden behind his waist as his backup weapons.
Today, his harvest is even richer.
Not to mention the medicine, food, ammunition, etc. collected from those cultists, just talking about the things found from the three bounty hunters who lost their lives due to carelessness is enough to make Brandy happy for several times. sky.
The first is the firearms of the three bounty hunters. These three bounty hunters are equipped with Smith & Wesson No. 3 revolvers. They are different from the most common derivative called "Schofield" currently on the market in the West. The three-man No. 3 revolver is an improved version of the design of the Schofield revolver and another derivative of the No. 3 revolver, the "Russian model" launched by Smith & Wesson in 1875, named the "Major model" "This improved No. 3 revolver performs much better than its predecessor in some aspects, and is more reliable in terms of performance and power.
Unfortunately, these three Major Model No. 3 revolvers do not have special engravings or coatings, which makes them less valuable for collection. After selection, Brandi picked the one with the best maintenance among them and took it into his pocket. , ready to be paired with the Schofield revolver previously found in the secret room of the Valentine Clinic.
In addition, a bolt-action rifle held by one of the bounty hunters also attracted Brandy's attention. This bolt-action rifle is the Krag Jorgensen rifle that is gradually being widely equipped in the U.S. Army. In terms of various attributes, it may be better than the eldest daughter of the Cornwall family’s favorite gun, the Mauser 98. The bolt-action rifle is only slightly inferior by one or two points.
However, the reason why Brandy likes it is not because of its advanced performance, but because of the all-black body of the gun and the unique white skull painting on the gun. It fully meets Brandy's current collection standards - —Collectibility and practicality are equally important, so Brandy carried it on his back without hesitation.
In addition to guns, these bounty hunters also have many things that only bounty hunters can buy, such as reinforced lassoes that are thinner than ordinary ropes, easier to carry but two or three times tougher, and the ones they used before. Brandi didn't hesitate to pack up all the trap ropes that Obadiah Fitch had used on him, which could immediately control the target's movements. Even the nooses were taken away in one piece.
He who likes to play bounty missions the most in the game knows very well that without these things, he can still catch criminals, but he must admit that in many cases, these small objects can often play a big role.
As for the other guns that Brandi didn't like, he originally wanted to move them all away. Although it was cumbersome, he could turn these guns into cash directly in Valentine Town, and the owner of the gun shop was very willing to do so. money to buy these guns.
Although it is unclear whether he acquired the gun for commercial or personal purposes, what does it matter? Where there is demand, there will naturally be supply. This is the basic rule for establishing a business, and Brandi will naturally not let go of this opportunity to make money.
Therefore, Brandi sold all the useless guns he collected in the snowy mountains some time ago. To his surprise, a total of more than a dozen guns were sold for nearly three hundred dollars. . Brandi finally understood at that moment why the arms business is one of the most profitable businesses in the world.
However, today, there was already a man worth three hundred dollars occupying a lot of space on Da Li's back, which was two or three times wider than other horses. It was impossible to take away all the guns present, and Brandi also I had to go back and forth to pick and choose, selected six or seven of the best quality ones, rolled them up and put them on the horse. I roughly calculated that I could probably sell them for one or two hundred dollars. Then I saw how I was as smart as that fox. The boss negotiated the price.
Speaking of the biggest gain today, the prisoner named Obadiah Fitch had fallen into a coma at this time. There was still a lot of blood on his nose. He had obviously been beaten unconscious.
And this is exactly the case. When Brandy was searching for trophies, he was lying on the beach, squirming and struggling like a maggot, while shouting some incomprehensible words, about judgment, about sin, about the end of the world. Of course, he also greeted Brandi's relatives with a gun and a stick, which insulted Brandi's character. Therefore, Brandi kicked him in the face very simply and ended this evil. The noise of the believers.
After packing up the trophies and putting the bounty target on the horse, Brandi was ready to leave.
Suddenly, there was a clanking sound in the hut built on the lakeside and named Gill's Landing Point.
The sound was so fleeting that Brandi wouldn't even have noticed it if she hadn't been so close to the cabin.
Brandy was immediately alert. This situation usually only means one thing, and that is that there are other people in the room.
He immediately pulled out his usual revolver from his waist, cocked the hammer vigilantly, and tiptoed towards the door.
He knocked on the door twice, but received no response, so he immediately kicked the door open, raised his gun and observed the situation in the room. Without even looking twice, he understood that his guess was indeed correct. , but the actual situation is slightly different from what he imagined.
The hut was in a mess, either because the original owner was not a very particular person or because of the cultists whose bodies were colder than the lake water outside.
Various fish specimens hang on the walls of the hut.
These specimens cover almost most types of fish in the world, and what they have in common is that their physiques are all beyond the normal range. For example, the length of tuna can almost match the height of a human, even if the belly is hollowed out and made into a specimen. There are also trout that definitely weigh more than ten kilograms, sunfish as big as a human face, etc., without exception, they are all rare treasures that are hard to find.
On the floor, a man who was bound and gagged was struggling while trying his best to make a sound. Brandi quickly put away the pistol and stepped forward to help the man break free.
"Oh, my God, I'm finally free. My hands are almost broken, and I almost suffocated to death," the man got up from the ground, complaining loudly while moving his sore wrists. He stretched As soon as he got up, he held Brandy's hand, shook it hard twice, and said, "Oh, thank you, sir, you saved my life. Those crazy people, oh, my God, their brains are simply crazy." More incomprehensible than a fish’s brain.”
"You should thank yourself, sir," Brandy said. "If the noise you made hadn't attracted my attention, I wouldn't have discovered that there was someone hiding in this room."
"Oh, yes, it's like a small fish that has bitten the hook has to struggle a few times to prove that it is still on the hook." This man always said some strange metaphors, which made Brandy a little confused.
The man released his hold on Brandi's hands, turned around, lit a kerosene lamp, looked around his room, and said: "It's okay, okay, my specimens are not lost, thank God, these crazy people All I know is that I am crazy, but I cannot recognize anything of real value."
"Are you talking about these specimens?" Brandy asked.
"Of course," the man nodded, "they are all treasures in the world."
"I admit this, but are they really valuable?" Brandy was a little confused.
The man looked at Brandi with some confusion and said, "Haven't you heard of me?"
Brandi was even more confused: "Isn't this the first time we've met?"
"Oh, okay, then, first meeting, friend, my name is Jeremy Gill," the man stretched out his hand again, and gave Brandy a formal handshake, and said, "What now? Still no impression?"
"I really haven't heard of this name." Brandi smiled apologetically.
"I'm the most famous angler in the world," Jeremy Gill said excitedly. This excitement came from Brandi's annoyance at knowing nothing about him. He picked up the fish from the table next to him. A thick book and a brief sheet that said, "Look, here's the report in the New Hanover Gazette, but it's from a few years ago, and here's this, this is my book, I wrote it."
Only then did Brandy have some impressions in her mind, and said, "Oh! I seem to have seen the article you wrote in the recent newspaper!"
"Aha!" Jeremy said happily, "Look, let me just say, I am the most famous angler in the world. Nice to meet you, sir."
"Me too," Brandy nodded and said her name, "Brandy."
"Let me think about how I can repay you," Jeremy said, pacing. "Either I give you an autograph, or I take a picture with you, like a real friend."
Brandy didn't know how to answer this question, so she could only smile awkwardly but politely.
Jeremy continued: "Of course, I can also give you one of my specimens. Each of these things is worth at least fifty dollars, and they are very rare and definitely have collectible value."
"Well, to be honest, I don't really want any of this." Brandy's smile was still awkward.
"Really?" Jeremy said. "You know, those mothers often introduce their daughters to me."
"Just for a photo?"
"Ahaha," Jeremy smiled heartily, "No, it's to make me their son-in-law."
He waved his hand, as if he wanted to express some firm determination, and said: "However, I refused, because fish is my lifelong partner."
Brandy scratched her nose and said, "It seems like your income must be very good, right?"
"Great, sir, great," Jeremy suddenly seemed to remember something and took out some money from the drawer of the cupboard and said, "By the way, since you don't want those things, I think these The money should help you buy some of the things you want.”
Brandy took the money, nodded, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Gill. I hope you won't be tied up next time we meet."
"Ah ha, next time we meet, I will catch an unprecedented big fish as a gift for you," Jeremy smiled heartily, but soon he became annoyed again, "Oh, but I don't have enough now. It’s time to go fishing. I have to write articles for newspapers and prepare my new book, but to be honest, the business of selling specimens is really very profitable, making more money than writing articles for newspapers.”
"Then you can completely refuse the newspaper's invitation." Brandy said.
"In that case, my reputation will be ruined, and my taxidermy business and my books will be ruined," Jeremy said angrily, "That's the way the world is, sir. For people like me, appearance is important. But face is often more important than inside. Without the face on the outside, no one will care about the inside no matter how good it is.”
"How should I put it? I think I should be able to help you," Brandy said. "As you can see, I am a bounty hunter. My job is to run around in the wild every day. Moreover, I am pretty good at fishing. I have some experience.”
"Oh? Really? That's great," Jeremy said happily, "In that case, you can help me fish and then send it to me. Of course, what I want is not an ordinary fish, the length must be at least sixty Centimeters, and the mass must be at least five kilograms. I don’t want others to think that I can only catch some small fish. I want them to know that this man has been fighting against Poseidon all year round, and he is still the absolute winner.”
"It's really hard to find," Brandy nodded, "but I'll try my best."
"That's great, that's great," Jeremy took out a map and a card and handed them to Brandy, saying, "This is my business card. When the time comes, you can follow the address above to get the fish." Just send it to me, this is a map that records all the sightings of big fish in the nearby waters that I know about."
Brandi put away the map and business card and said, "Well, I hope you can save your life before I send you all the fish."
"Don't worry, sir, my luck is generally pretty good," Jeremy said. "By the way, this is a deal between the two of us, so everything you do will be rewarded."
"Aha, thank you then, boss." Brandi smiled and left the cabin.
Outside the house, Obadiah Fitch had woken up from a coma. Perhaps it was because he was placed on a horse and blood pooled in his head, making him unable to breathe. Or perhaps it was because his nose was still painful after being kicked. He didn't make as much noise as before, he just looked at Brandi with hatred.
"Go ahead, Mr. Fitch," Brandi smiled. "It's better to see this beautiful world again. After all, there are only a few days left for you to see it."
The clouds in the night sky have cleared and the fog has dispersed, but the brilliance of the stars in the sky is no longer there. The east is gradually whitening, and the young man riding the huge black horse is moving away against the coming morning light.
