West Elizabeth should be said to be the most interesting region among the five major states.
From a geographical point of view, West Elizabeth can be said to have gathered together almost all the wonderful scenery in the country. Compared with the primitive mountainous areas of Ambarino, which is mostly covered with ice and snow, and the vast grasslands of New Hanover, Lemoyne covers almost the entire territory. The swamps and wetlands, as well as the endless wilderness in the vast area of New Austin, West Elizabeth, a land that combines temperate forests, temperate grasslands, desert grasslands and other landscapes, becomes even more unique.
From a historical and humanistic point of view, this is what people call the West in a narrower sense. From the beginning of the United States' westward expansion to today, countless pioneer legends were born in the vast western land of the United States and spread to all parts of the United States, and West Elizabeth , is the biggest stage where these legendary stories are staged.
The older generation of legends in the West, such as Austy Miller, Landon Ricketts, Jim "Kid" Calloway and others, either made their fortune in West Elizabeth and gradually became legends, or they were He performed feats that shocked the world on this land, thus creating a legendary name.
As for the new generation, or the legends at the end of the Western Era, the leading one is the Van der Linde Gang. This gang has few members, half of them are old, weak, women and children, but it is ridiculously powerful in combat. It was the gang in West Elizabeth decades ago. It was born after the first meeting between the still young and strong Dutch Van der Linde and Hosea Matthews in a tavern in Blackwater, Texas.
However, it is precisely because of this that although civilized society has almost completed its expansion in this country, such as West Elizabeth, which also has extremely civilized towns such as Strawberry Town and Blackwater Town, this land has still remained for decades. In the past, there was wildness and disorder, rampant crime, and numerous gangs. Many people even lived for generations on unreasonable and illegal activities. They formed the tangled roots of the criminal tree that stood on this land. Yes, even if we now have an absolute weapon like Detective Pinkerton, we still can't eradicate them completely.
At this time, it is noon, but due to the influence of mountains, forests, grasslands, rivers, etc., the climate is still pleasant. It is almost midsummer, but the temperature at noon is still within a suitable range, which can make people feel Warm, but not hot. This may be the reason why the mayor of Strawberry Town, who came from New York, is committed to developing tourism here. After all, it has a suitable climate and diverse natural scenery. If you don’t rely on them, It is really a waste of resources to pick up the wool of city people.
At this time, in the north of Strawberry Town, on the grassland growing with lush green grass and gorgeous wild flowers, a ghost-faced foxtrot horse and a black Turkmen horse were walking slowly.
The sun was just right, and the small stream that meandered through the entire grassland was shimmering like a bright silver ribbon. From time to time, white-tailed deer, argali sheep, and elk were munching on leaves and roots in the dense grass. He looked up and saw someone approaching, so he ran away with brisk steps. After running a few steps, he lowered his head again and repeated the action of eating grass. It seemed that he was not scared away by the person, but just avoided it like a humility.
Brandy sat on the horse, took off the cowboy hat on his head, and used it as a fan to fan himself with some fresh air. He looked at the grassland in front of him like a dazzling pearl, and he felt more relaxed and happy than ever before.
Yes, in terms of grassland area and the development of animal husbandry, New Hanover, which has the largest natural grassland, is more beautiful than here. However, in the nearly two months since Brandi came to New Hanover, she has not been working on various Running around on missions, he just lay on a narrow bed to recuperate. He had no time and energy to truly appreciate the natural scenery there. Today, he was not the one to identify the road and direction, so he naturally led himself into a As a first time traveler here, he enjoys the wonderful feeling that nature brings to him.
Micah on the side noticed that Brandi was distracted by the beautiful scenery and reminded: "I don't want to disturb your enjoyment, but I still want to remind you that we are not far from Grandma Watson's house. Needless to say, she is not far away. A grown-up son is not easy to mess with, and even that old lady is not a light-hearted person. You'd better focus on how to deal with them."
"It doesn't matter, I will quickly transition to work status when the time comes," Brandi said nonchalantly, "Hey, who would have imagined that such a beautiful land would be so beautiful here?"
Is it actually a hotbed of evil? "
"A country as big as the United States is full of hotbeds of evil, whether it's civilized or barbaric." Micah curled his lips, feeling that Brandi's emotion was boring.
"I can't tell, you are quite a philosopher." Brandi teased.
"Speaking of which, I don't understand what kind of person you are," Micah slightly slowed down his dismount, looked at Brandy, and said, "Judging from all aspects of your past performance, there is no doubt that in When it comes to being a woman and committing crimes, you are a genius, and I admire you for this, but your usual behavior always makes me feel that you have a stench that belongs to civilized society, and many of your behaviors are also based on Subconsciously obey the law.”
At this point, Micah stared at Brandy and said, "Do you know what a person who knows how to commit crimes more efficiently but habitually abides by the law usually has?"
Brandi also turned her gaze to Micah and said with a half-smile: "I guess you want to say, police, or secret agent?"
"Aha, that's not what I said." Micah said with a smile, looking victorious.
Brandy turned the horse's head and faced Micah, who had fallen behind him. He still had a half-smiling expression and said, "Then do you know that normal people won't treat someone who is doing nothing wrong? I only know that those who kill innocent people indiscriminately are regarded as criminals. After all, criminals are also human beings and have all the rights and interests that belong to human beings.
"People like that will only think of him as a lunatic who is worse than an animal, Micah," Brandy said in a storytelling tone. "Do you know where lunatics end up? Of course it's the lunatic asylum, where , Such people will be tortured to death using various torture methods labeled as treatment. Believe me, those methods are definitely beyond your imagination. After all, the ideas that educated people can come up with cannot be understood by rough people like you."
"You ask me why I know so much? Because reading makes people wise. Mr. Bell, I advise you to take more cultural classes with Hosea. I believe he will be happy to teach you."
"Oh, I just remembered that if you start taking cultural classes now, you will probably have to study with little Jack. After all, from this aspect, you and the little guy are about the same level. Maybe you are even worse, because Little Jack can at least read us stories."
Brandi said this, controlled Jueying's side position under her crotch, made a gesture of invitation, and said, "However, compared to these, I think as you said before, it's better for us to focus on the task. , please ask first, after all, you are my guide, aren’t you?”
Micah's expression was extremely ugly at this time. He was staring at Brandy. If eyes could kill, he would have crushed the young man in front of him with an artificial posture and an extremely unbeatable smile dozens of times. Well, even Brandi could see that this guy must be resisting himself from taking out his gun and killing himself, because even Micah didn't know it, and his face was red at this time. .
Brandi was very glad that she made the right bet, because Micah just snorted and sped up and ran to the front to lead the way. Yes, Micah is a guy who kills people without blinking an eye and is extremely vindictive. However, if Brandi's black gun was a little reckless and suicidal when they first met in the snowy mountains, then his heart-wrenching words now are the foundation. Above a certain gang status.
After all, the Van der Linde Gang was able to successfully divert the attention of Pinkerton detectives and various police officers to O'Drisco and the "Seventh Generation" sect, and also scrape 10,000 from the town's capitalists on the pretext of defending the town. The US dollar remuneration, and even all the property of a capitalist for them to pick at any time, were almost all due to Brandi's planning, and he almost paid the price with his life for it.
It is true that the gunshot wound was unexpected by Brandy, but this shot just proved that he was standing on the front line like a real warrior at that time, and not just standing on the front line. Be a mastermind behind the scenes. In short, all the above have made his status in the gang rise. If he hadn't been in the gang for such a short time, he would have been able to directly enter the gang's decision-making circle.
Therefore, Brandi feels that now, even if she openly and openly teases Micah, Micah would not dare to do anything to her openly. As for whether it will cause trouble in secret.
, Brandi doesn’t know, but he has already made such an assumption, and has even initially thought about how to deal with and counterattack.
After all, Micah isn't the only one in the world who holds grudges.
Cross the grassland and follow the path into the primeval forest growing on the mountain. At the end, you can see a circle of simple wooden fences and a wooden house located in it. Just look at the appearance of the house and the chickens next to it. The stable and the donkey tied next to the stable do not connect this place with gangs and crime. Who would think that such a family living deep in the forest would be related to those terrible things?
"This is it," Micah said, stopping the horse and tying Belloc to the fence. "I hope Grandma Watson's sons aren't here."
"What should we do next? Do you need to say any code words?" Brandi also tied Jueying aside and asked.
"What kind of cheapness did you see to have such an idea?" Micah glared at Brandi angrily and said, "Grandma Watson has limited mobility, so you just need to push the door in. "
"Me?" Brandy was a little confused, "Shouldn't it be you?"
"I've become a guide, do I still have the obligation to help you ask questions?" Micah glared at Brandy and said, "Don't forget who started this, little cowboy, you have to take care of your own business. Learn to do it yourself.”
"Okay, okay, I'll just go. Don't be so angry, it's not good for your liver." Brandy waved her hand to express comfort, and then walked towards the cabin.
When I opened the door of the cabin, I saw an old lady sitting on a recliner wearing reading glasses and doing needlework.
The old lady heard the door knock, raised her eyelids and glanced at Brandy, and said, "Finally, they said you should have come two days ago."
"Yeah, yeah, I really should have come a long time ago," Brandi thought to herself.
He still remembered this old lady, and he also remembered that there was a robbery mission about this family in the game. In fact, when Micah mentioned the local gangs in Strawberry Town, he had some guesses. After all, at this point in time, besides the local gangs in Strawberry Town, The O'Drisco gang that occupies the Drooping Dog Ranch can be called a gang, and Micah specifically emphasized the characteristics of a family gang. The Watson family should be the only ones.
"Put the things you found in the basement and then leave. I have a stomachache and am not in the mood to chat..." After the old lady said this, she lowered her head and went back to her sewing.
Brandy originally wanted to get straight to the point and ask the old lady what he wanted to know directly, but it seemed that there was something wrong with the old lady's eyes. She obviously recognized him as someone else. Brandy originally thought about herself She has shaved off her beard and is still so young. She looks nothing like the gangsters we are used to seeing in this land. This old lady may have a different reaction, but now it seems that she should get a new one. Got glasses.
"It's just right," Brandi thought to herself, "This family is not a good bird anyway. Since there is a chance to come in openly, it is better to turn this place upside down. Sorry, Arthur, this should have been done It’s your trophy, but since I’ve already got there first, there’s nothing I can do about it.”
While thinking this, Brandy walked to the back room, and while the old lady was only doing needlework, she quietly opened the drawer closest to him and gently took out the jewelry and coins inside. Stuff it into your pocket.
"Don't mess with things in the house," the old lady's voice came from inside and outside the house, "Don't forget, you have already taken your share. According to the rules, I should be the one in my house. Yes, you know the consequences of taking my things without permission, right, kid?"
"Ah, uh... yes, of course I know." Brandy felt that not saying a few words at this time seemed a bit awkward, so she deliberately adjusted her voice to be hoarse and rough, imitating the old lady's Accent replied.
"There's something wrong with your voice, child." The old lady's voice was full of doubts.
"Ahem, I've had a cold lately." Brandy prevaricated while searching back and forth. He didn't care if anything happened, and just stuffed the valuable things he saw into his body.
"How do you pay back
Not in the basement? Why are there still some noisy sounds? What are you doing? "The old lady's suspicion is still not relieved.
"Ah, uh, I accidentally dropped the jewelry box on the floor." Brandy continued quickly.
"Oh, that's it. Be careful, kid, it's dark inside." The old lady's voice relaxed again.
"Phew," Brandy secretly breathed a sigh of relief and thought as she walked into the basement of the back room, "Thankfully I'm smart. Although it doesn't matter if I'm discovered by the old lady, if I'm discovered now, it will inevitably ruin the plan. I still want to take the time to set up a trap. That’s what this Lao Deng said.”
"Who are you? Walker? Wheeler?" The old lady's voice came from far above her head, "I don't know, you all look the same now..."
"I think you see everyone is the same now, old lady." Brandy groaned, looking around at the layout of the basement.
For the cabin above it, this basement is completely unique, because in this day and age, it is generally impossible for a cabin to have a basement that is as large as the cabin, especially for For a seemingly widowed person, such a large basement is not of much use at all, and this is indeed the case, because only one third of the basement is actually used as a cellar for storing grain, vegetables and meat products. In the remaining part, half were stacked with wooden boxes that obviously contained arms, and the other half contained a table with a long wooden box. Parts of various firearms were hung on the wall, which was obviously Is a workbench used to modify firearms.
Following the impression in his memory, Brandi walked towards the long wooden box, opened the lid, and a brand new Browning Ao-5 shotgun came into view.
"Sure enough, some things never change." Brandi happily picked up this weapon, commonly known as a semi-automatic shotgun, admiring this weapon that is advanced now and will become a classic in the future.
After admiring it for a while, Brandi suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind: "Hey, something is wrong. I remember the information I saw before said that the Browning Ao-5 shotgun was only used by John Brown in 1898. It was designed by Ning and was not officially patented until 1900. Logically speaking, such a weapon cannot be purchased through normal channels. In other words, this gun is likely to come from... Oh, there is a connection. , this is really something I didn’t expect, is this the butterfly effect?”
In order to verify his idea, Brandy put the gun on his back, turned around and opened the lids of the wooden boxes behind him. The weapons that came into view made his eyelids jump slightly, and he opened two more boxes one after another. , more and more confirmed his guess.
"Ah, let me see, Borchardt C93, Mauser C96, and the Browning M1900, which was put into production just this year," Brandy picked up a Mauser pistol and felt that it was different from any other He thought about the heavy hand feel of the pistol, "In this era where revolvers still firmly occupy the mainstream of Western firearms, there is only one possibility for such firearms to appear here in batches, isn't it? Well, you old bastard. , even if you try to quibble with me and say that you have nothing to do with our goods, I will not believe your lies."
"Hey! Why did it take so long? What are you doing down there?" At this time, the distant voice from the basement entrance brought Brandi back to reality from her thoughts.
"It's not good. I'm afraid I won't be able to hide it anymore. It's okay. I will definitely come again anyway. While the old lady is still the only one, let's grab something and run away."
Thinking this way, Brandy picked up two M1900s and put them into his pants pockets. Since Brandy currently has almost no empty space on his gun belt, this structure is so compact that it can be placed directly in his pocket. In the future, The automatic pistol known as the "Gun Brand Luzi" in the East is currently the most suitable weapon to take away.
Climbing up the ladder, the old lady was still sitting on the recliner, but she had put down her sewing and looked towards Brandi.
"You should know very well what will happen if you mess with my things, right?" The old lady looked at Brandi with wide eyes.
"Uh, no, how dare I." Brandi smiled so hard that even he felt hypocritical.
"Wait, you are not my child," the old lady looked at Bran carefully.
Di's face said, "Who are you? What's your purpose?"
Brandy knew in her heart that this kind of thing could not be hidden. After all, the old lady only had presbyopia and not cataracts, so he just smiled and said, "You finally see it, Grandma Watson, to be honest, Pretending to be your son is really a chore."
Grandma Watson seemed angry. She slapped the armrests of the recliner vigorously and shouted: "You made the worst choice in your life, brat. No matter what your purpose is, I'm not angry yet, old lady." , leave my house immediately."
"Oh, be patient, grandma, you have to take care of your health at this age." Brandi said nonchalantly and without sincerity, while slowly moving towards the door.
"You smooth-tongued boy, if you don't leave, I'll cut off your tongue and feed it to the donkey!" Grandma Watson scolded her angrily while shining her sewing work in Brandy's face and throwing it away. past.
Brandy tilted her head, dodged the old lady's weak attack, turned around and ran out of the cabin.
Micah looked at Brandi's bereaved appearance and asked with some humor: "Have you hit a snag? Aren't you very good at talking?"
"It's true that the nail was hit, but there was also a big gain," Brandy said, taking out an M1900 from his trouser pocket, handed it to Micah, and said, "Look at this."
Micah took the gun that he had never seen before. As a professional killer and veteran criminal, it took him less than a minute to realize the excellence of this gun.
"What a good thing." Micah kept playing with the gun and couldn't put it down.
"There's a whole box in there," Brandi said, grabbing the M1900 that should now be his, "and there's more than just that. I checked it out, and it's basically all this kind of thing."
"You can't get this kind of thing through ordinary channels, right?" Micah asked doubtfully.
"So our agent who runs the store is quite capable," Brandy put the gun back into his pocket and said, "And I suspect that this batch of goods is far more than what I just saw. It’s too hard, and their family can’t handle it.”
"You mean, they still have partners?" Micah said.
"Obviously," Brandy took off Jueying's reins from the fence and said, "I speculate that they can only provide intelligence at best. Even if they participate in the actual operation, they cannot be regarded as the main force. That group of fighting forces Strong gangsters should belong to other forces."
"Then what are you waiting for?" Micah was a little eager to give it a try. "Now that the old lady is the only one in the house, let's get the information out quickly. If her sons come back, things will not be easy to handle. "
"Don't worry," Brandy got on the horse and said, "The old lady is angry now. Even if you torture her to death, I guess she won't say a word. Why don't you come back later? We just have some things now. Need to prepare."
"What do you mean?" Micah heard this and asked, while also taking off Belloc's reins.
"A carriage should preferably have a shed to block the prohibited goods," Brandy said. "Now that the goods have been found, we have to do a good job in recycling them, right?"
"The carriage," Micah thought for a moment, showed an excited and cruel smile, and said, "What a big deal."
