Valentine, early morning.
The sunshine is warm and the spring breeze is pleasant.
Brandy was naked from the waist up, revealing muscles that were not exaggerated but had sharp edges. Wearing only a pair of trousers, she lay on the soft and comfortable bed of the hotel and flipped 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 Brandy's attention, and he read down the title.
“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 is owned by Leviticus Cornwall.
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A private train belonging to railway, sugar and oil tycoon Henrique Cornish was robbed in broad daylight by masked gangsters. The train was traveling north towards Grizzly when the robbers boarded the train shortly after it departed West Elizabeth and forced the train to stop. At press time, preliminary cables suggested the bloody robbery was intended to steal railroad bonds from Mr. Cornish's private train. "
"It seems Dutch and the others succeeded," Brandy thought to herself. "Based on this, they should be able to move to the Horseshoe Lookout in a few days."
While thinking, he continued to read.
"Shortly after the robbery, the hijacked train traveled through the area at high speed without a driver or crew. The train was eventually controlled by mechanics and police and stopped in the northern area of Annisberg. Mechanics and police said violent events occurred inside the train carriage. Fighting and bloody carnage.
No surviving passengers from the robbery have been found. The robbery is similar to a series of robberies that have occurred in the area west of Grizzli in recent years. "
Brandy frowned slightly and thought to herself: "Arthur is really ruthless. Of course, he is still a gangster who kills people 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 you wait until then, it will be too late." Brandi shook his head slightly. He won't wait for the gang to reach its end before making up for it. Although he doesn't have any strategy to change the ending yet, he believes that his appearance in this world has disrupted the original storyline. As for how to change it , he believes that now he 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." Brandi secretly made up her mind, "But now I am here , I believe that we will all be victors in the end.”
Skip this section and follow the follow-up report about the Blackwater robbery. The report stated that 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 men. 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 in money. This huge 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, preventing them from setting foot there. However, I am not wanted," Brandy thought to herself, "Or, I can take advantage of During the leisurely time when the team drove to Horseshoe Lookout, secretly 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 this plan became. Although, in his mind, there was nothing in the game that revealed where Dutch hid the money from Blackwater Town, Brandi felt that Blackwater Town was such a big place, giving him enough time. , he didn’t believe he couldn’t 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'Driscoe's operation?" Brandi continued to read, and couldn't help but "Oh! Groove" 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 expressed her gratitude 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 attempted to kill two women in Colm O'Driscoe's house. At that time, he used his superb marksmanship to scare him and his men away. 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 appeared in 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 claimed 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 Shen Yun artist drew a close resemblance.
"This woman!" Brandi almost tore up the newspaper, but after thinking about it, she calmed down: "Although it's not 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..." Brandi looked at the portrait in the newspaper that only looked like her a little or two in appearance, but had a seventy or eighty percent similarity in charm. She couldn't help but sigh, "This woman can really give me Come on, although it’s best that the name Billy the Kid is as resounding throughout the United States as the world I originally came from, I don’t want such a reputation to limit the real me.”
Brandy scratched her head irritably, and evil thoughts 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: "If you think about it carefully, it's still unrealistic. Now Cornwall was robbed by Dutch on his private train, and then O'Drisco robbed the motorcade escorting his daughter. Now The security level of all his properties is probably handled by Detective Pinkerton, and it is not enough 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 can’t guarantee that I won’t do anything outrageous.”
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 calmly, 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?" Brandi was a little confused, and she couldn't imagine what he could do to her.
After a slight hesitation, Brandi said loudly: "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 people looked at him differently than before. In the past, people who didn't know him would just take a glance at him and then turn a blind eye. People who knew him would nod in a friendly way or say hello directly to him; but now, almost everyone looks at him with a lot more disgust. Normal heat, like looking at a walking wad of banknotes.
"Gan! 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 Brandy, sipping a glass of scotch.
When Schultz saw Brandy walking into the tavern, he showed a warm smile, waved to him, and shouted: "Hey! Brandy! Here!"
Brandy 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 quite famous."
"It's not me. The shooter's name is Billy, and it 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. , It’s just a suspicion, but in the eyes of us professionals, it’s basically certain that Billy is you, Brandy Munney.”
Brandi was a little discouraged, took a sip of beer, and said, "I just can't figure it out. That portrait doesn't look like me at all, and even if it's riding a huge black horse, that horse may not be... 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. There will be a layer of distortion in the descriptions of witnesses, and another layer of distortion will be caused by the painter's pen. 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 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?" Brandi said angrily.
"Haha, you can't say that, Brandy," 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 smiling 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.
Brandi 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 Boy is not me, I am not Billy Boy, and I have nothing to do with Billy Boy!"
It seemed that Brandy's voice was louder. When he finished speaking, he found that the originally noisy tavern was silent. 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 a bad word guy, 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 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 correct," Schultz said. "The 'Seventh Generation' sect is now prevalent among all the cults in this country, and is only slightly less powerful than the 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. The land serves 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 his 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, right?"
"You're right, Brandi," Schultz said, taking out a page torn from his diary from his chest pocket, "I recently found out about another important member of theirs. The movements of Bethany Delamere, she has recently been gathering congregants in Mount Ambarino and its surrounding areas, and she does not know what she is doing.”
Brandy picked up the page, unfolded 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 it’s directed specifically at you.”
Brandi chuckled and responded: "Don't worry, Mr. Schultz, I can still handle that kind of situation."
