It's time to drive.
The wood gas generator supplied combustible gas, and the engine surged for a few times before gradually accelerating.
With a "clunk" sound, the driver roughly turned the gear. This old bus, which has been in service for more than 20 years, slowly drove out of the parking space, out of the station, and drove along the highway in the direction of Las Vegas.
Just like yesterday, only the roads in San Francisco's urban area have been heavily repaired, because other places are not under the control of the Department of Health. Less than ten minutes after driving out, the road conditions suddenly declined.
With the "creak" sound of the frame, the bus officially drove from the jurisdiction of the Acropolis of San Francisco to the wild.
In fact, the imperial court attaches great importance to the maintenance of official roads, but this is not an official road - the end of this road, the Las Vegas, does not exist in the records of the Ming Dynasty or Rome. It was a city rising out of the desert, and it had to resist the invasion of the desert all the time in order to exist.
But it is also a place where both sides agree to be outside the law, and that alone is enough.
The vehicle was driving so bumpyly that Shangluo couldn't even hold the map. From the map, Las Vegas is not too far from San Francisco.
"You said those casinos in Las Vegas have made so much money, why don't they repair the roads here? Many tourists come to the New World just for Las Vegas."
[Tourists all go there by airship. Who would take a long-distance bus? And they didn't even get off the bus in San Francisco, which was the health center. 】
"Well... that's true. Gambling has been banned since the Hongwu Year in a few years. It is clearly written in the Ming Dynasty law that gambling requires cutting off the hand - although it is not actually done now, but it is inevitable to be imprisoned for half a year. Rome What about over there?”
[Ban gambling? ha? If the emperor dared to ban gambling, the racing hooligans at the racing track would smash down the palace gate the next day. The moon always hangs high above Constantinople, which is a great place to visit, a city that never sleeps. 】
"By the way, how is the situation in Rome now?"
[I think the situation is not very optimistic. ] Apollonia gave a negative reply, [The commotion in London and Paris is getting louder and louder, and the Britons and Franks are becoming increasingly unwilling to exist as vassal states. After all, they too could once have had a great civilization, and they too could have their own modern times. 】
"Yes, that's true...and here, shaping the modern Ming Dynasty and Rome - then, should I call you a Roman?"
[I'm glad you're finally starting to think of me as a Roman. Rather than the grandson of Xiniu Hezhou. 】
"Monkey Sun is a mirror, he can be whatever he wants to be."
[I wish I could be that comfortable, but it’s a pity that my baggage is much heavier than the carefree Monkey King of Huaguoshan... Look, isn’t this where the troublemaker comes? 】
"what's the situation?"
[Just wait, it’s right in front. 】
"Passenger bus in front, stop immediately!" the high-frequency loudspeaker shouted from behind, and the sound simply amplified by the loudspeaker created a deafening roar. Drivers slam on the brakes as soon as they hit the brakes, fearing that they will be shot if they stop any slower. They are really afraid.
Because the police are not here. The Ming Dynasty's policemen would not come to such a wild place to carry out errands.
An unmarked police car drove up in front of the bus. Two men in trench coats, also red men, got out of the car, each holding a law enforcement shotgun.
They wore two medals, the dragon and the eagle, on their chests at the same time, representing that they served both the Ming Dynasty and Rome.
Pinkerton Detective Company, the largest vigilante agency in Yangzhou. Their law enforcement intensity is much greater than that of the escort agencies in San Francisco, because Pinkerton Detective Company only operates in Yangzhou, and its main source of revenue is vigilantes.
This revenue comes from the outsourcing of law enforcement. After all, neither Ming nor Rome wanted to deploy law enforcement forces in the neutral zone, it would be too expensive. By outsourcing law enforcement through bounties, vigilantes like Pinkerton Detectives can receive a nice penny per head.
No one dares to resist the interception of Pinkerton Detective Agency. Because where there are vigilantes, it means there are no real police here at all. In the wilderness, it doesn't matter if you kill a few people casually, no one will care. Even if there is one less person in the car, it will be the same.
Holding a Furong brand cigarette in his mouth, one of the two got into the car. The smell of smoke spread in the crowded carriage, and the driver did not dare to reach out and open the window. He didn't dare to move at all now, because if the vigilante pulled the trigger, he would be shattered into pieces.
"Is there a Cathay man in the car?"
"Forehead..."
"Have you? I'm warning you once. This target is very important! It's a direct order from the Cathay Army. You know Pinkerton's rules. You still have two chances. If you're warned three times, I'll shoot!"
"Yes! Yes!" The driver pointed back, pointing in the direction of Shangluo. "There is one. He bought a ticket and got on the bus."
The Pinkerton vigilante looked over. Shangluo's face was whiter than everyone present, and the whiteness was so even that there was no need to compare.
"Oh, respected Mr. Cathay... Oh no, Mr. from Ming Dynasty." He put the gun on his shoulder, pointed the muzzle backward, and walked over step by step. Others in the car didn't dare to make a sound.
"I'm sorry to inform you that your imperial court has hired Pinkerton Detective Company to 'please' you go back. You can relax, with the Ming Dynasty's craftsmanship, we can't hurt you under any circumstances, we can't even use You will be arrested with ropes or handcuffs. But this does not mean that we cannot 'invite' you back."
Shangluo looked out the window and said nothing.
"Mr. from China. Oh, you don't have your hair tied up. You are a child." The vigilante took another step forward. "Your family is looking for you. Please cooperate and don't cause trouble to uncle. Uncle has I have a job, and my uncle also has a family to support. If he can’t bring you back, he will be fired.”
The gun was still loaded. Although the muzzle of the gun is pointing toward the sky, it takes less than a second to point forward again.
"Alas." Shangluo sighed and took out the token from his pocket, "See for yourself."
"This is..." The vigilante stretched out his hand that was not holding the gun, preparing to take the token.
There was a "pop" sound, Shangluo waved his hand and knocked the token on his wrist:
"Hands away! Who told you to touch it? Look with your eyes!"
"Yes...yes..." The vigilante's hand on the gun tightened, but in the end he did not dare to lower the muzzle of the gun.
He held the back of the chair and stuck his head out to confirm——
"Jin...Jin Yiwei! Lord Jin Yiwei!" The handwriting on the waistband is clear.
"Don't call me sir! Where did you go to school? I'm not your father. I don't have a son like you. Seeing that you are also running errands for the court, I won't make it difficult for you. You know the rules, right?"
"Yes...yes...Then I'll get out! Get out right now! I won't delay your important event! I won't delay it!" The vigilante turned around and left. Everyone knows that a Jin Yiwei without a flying fish suit is better than a guard wearing a flying fish suit. It's much, much more dangerous.
Not even a second longer. The vigilante quickly got out of the car, got into the car, kicked the accelerator and drove off.
There was an eerie silence on the bus.
"Drive, what are you waiting for?" Shangluo shouted to the front.
There was a flurry of dings, and the driver shifted into forward gear without any hesitation, but he didn't dare to say a word. It was as if there was some kind of weapon of mass destruction sitting in the back of the carriage.
It is literally a "big killer". After all, many people have seen the flames emitted by Jin Yiwei when he was sweeping holes in Liting.
Until we arrived in Las Vegas, no one spoke in the car.
