Tarik Vladimir.
An ordinary worker lived in a poor family since childhood. His father was an assembler in a machinery factory. Because of a mistake that cost his boss ten gold coins, he was forced to work for twenty-five consecutive days. He was still owed twelve days of work when he died of fatigue.
His mother was a hard-working laundry worker and received two copper coins every time she washed a piece of clothing. I got pneumonia due to a heavy rain, and the hospital pharmacy prescribed fake medicine. I died in bed at home.
It was miserable, but not miserable because he survived and learned a trade. This was already a good start for the common people under the Tsarist Empire at that time, and they could even play the leading role in the Tongliao universe.
"My great-grandfather once said that Tariq is the most sun-like person he has ever seen in his life. He is dazzling, warm, but also has infinite energy."
Picking up the hot coffee and taking a sip, Alyosha continued to talk about that period of history: "My great-grandfather didn't say anything after hearing Tariq's words. He just sent someone to send Tariq back to the nearest small town. Town, he stepped into the wilderness of the west again and continued his past life."
Azka believed that the man who spoke crazy words on the train that day was just an episode in his life, a fearless madman. What the Tsarist Empire lacked most was this kind of madman whose head was shattered by life. . However, when he picked up the revolver named Dead Eye again and continued to walk in the gray area of the law, he suddenly found that he began to hesitate.
In a duel, Azka's dead eye did not headshot the cowboy who challenged him regardless of life or death as usual. He looked at the young and immature boy who only challenged him because of the anger of others. The dead-eyed gun muzzle shifted slightly and shattered the gun in the boy's hand.
In the puzzled eyes of other gang members, Azka warned the young man in a ferocious tone that if he saw him wearing a cowboy hat and holding a pistol on this land again, the Dead Eye Gang would kill his family. All the people were slaughtered.
His gun began to pursue more than just killing. Azka was letting the young man go. Watching a living life that had not been stained with blood leave under his hands, Azka suddenly felt a different feeling.
It wasn't because of his good intentions, it was just that Azka felt it was uninteresting.
It's too boring to kill a clumsy young man whose guns are like decorations.
In this way, Azka began to fight less with others, but he still did not give up his old profession of robbery. However, during a bank robbery, he glanced at the latest newspaper while passing by a newspaper stand in Strawberry Town with ten gold bars in his pocket. And on the headlines of the newspaper, it was the boy who said crazy things that day.
At that time, Azka could not believe that the thin man he saw that day would be the most wanted criminal with a price of 10,000 gold coins and was offered a reward by the then Tsarist Empire. You know, once as the most wanted criminal, he only had a reward of 5,000 gold coins.
In those days, this was an astronomical sum of money.
After throwing down a handful of change, Azka rudely picked up a pile of newspapers and returned home to read. The government's statement briefly mentioned the crimes Tariq had committed, saying only that Tariq had committed an anti-national crime and was wanted with a bounty of 10,000 gold coins. After repeated confirmations, Azka concluded that this was the crazy man who was talking nonsense that day.
absurd.
At this moment, Azka discovered that the clues about Tariq written in the newspaper pointed to the vicinity of the train he had robbed. With Tu Yile's thoughts in mind and some indescribable emotions, Azka led his two friends, holding pistols, and rode towards the railway track.
Perhaps it was destined to be this way. Just when Azka and his party crossed a hillside, they were keenly aware that there was a group of people buried on another hillside. Azka immediately lurked nearby and sneaked towards the side of the team.
Just as the storm gradually rolled up and the cold wind froze people's bones, a carriage slowly came from a distance. With the vision brought by his dead eyes, Azka instantly saw clearly that the man named Tariq in the carriage was actually a walking 10,000 gold coins. As he expected, just when the carriage entered the ambush range of the unknown person, the team moved.
Imperial Guard!
When he saw the familiar bright yellow armor and those weapons that shone with azure luster, Azka instantly recognized the identities of these people. He did not act rashly. A fully armed imperial guard was definitely not something the three of them could contend with. Just when Azka was silently offering incense to Tariq and regretting not being able to get 10,000 gold coins, an accident happened.
With the light, Azka saw the real sun.
The imperial guard who could compete with the demigod level was instantly annihilated by the light, and even the carriage was burned to death. The last thing left was a man holding a bright crystal, standing slowly in the yellow sand.
"That was the first generation of radiance crystal, which was transformed into a large energy emitting device. Later, my great-grandfather and Mr. Tariq named it the first ray of light, and it was also the first generation of radiance weapon of the Tariq Republic. .”
Putting down the empty cup, Alyosha stretched out his hand and gently stroked the rusty pistol, with some emotion in his tone, "Although Mr. Tariq gained powerful abilities with the help of the crystal, his fighting skills... His consciousness was not very strong, the Imperial Guards did not actually come out in full force, and he did not notice that there were three archers."
"Just when the three archers were about to kill Tariq, the great grandfather used the ability of Dead Eye, and three precise bullets penetrated the guard's head. The great grandfather said that just when he showed his identity and appeared When he was in front of Tariq, the man did not feel happy about gaining power, nor did he feel uncomfortable about killing people. He was like an ascetic who had embarked on the path of spiritual practice. With a reassuring smile, he said to the great grandfather A word."
"Now, the path to revenge for the people is clear."
Zhou Li stretched out his hand and picked up the dead-eye pistol. He knew that this was not the dead eye that Azka originally used. Because at that time, Azka could only have access to the "gun-type slingshot" used to launch professional energy.
"Later, my great-great-grandfather helped Mr. Tariq resist the empire. Relying on radiant crystal technology and the help of several city mayors, they quickly grew. Mr. Tariq built a machine for my great-great-grandfather. A magic revolver made of radiant crystal, and my great-grandfather also used this pistol to be invincible on the battlefield."
Suddenly, Alyosha stopped. Her white fingertips swept across the magazine, and with a sigh, she continued: "Grandpa did not explain to us what happened next. We only know that Mr. Tariq's life awakened all the Tariq people to resist. After the tyranny of the empire, my great-great-grandfather stopped fighting. After Tariq was established, he took our family and fled to Magnum, and he never went back."
"He told me that Tariq was a bastard, a selfish bastard. But whenever we asked what happened, he would always be very sad and say nothing, staring at the ceiling motionless. . Sometimes, he would clean this mysterious pistol, as if looking at an old friend who had betrayed him, feeling painful but nostalgic."
"Later, when my great-great-grandfather was dying, he called my grandfather over. He told my grandfather to always remember two sentences. The first is that for fifty years after his death, the Morgan family must not step in Take any step into Tariq. The second is to let his descendants find a Morgan who is still in Tariq, or find someone who is very similar to him."
He raised his head and stared at Zhou Li in front of him. Alyosha clenched his right hand, his eyes full of determination, "My great-grandfather told me that only one who dares to use magic firearms under the gaze of gods, and who sees this weapon with nostalgia in his eyes, is similar to him. people."
"Miss you?"
Hearing this, Zhou Li was stunned. He looked at the revolver in his hand and was speechless for a moment.
Yeah, I do miss it. It's just that I miss the earth, the world without extraordinary power, my home.
"Who made this pistol?"
After hearing Zhou Li's inquiry, a trace of hesitation flashed in Alyosha's eyes. After a moment, her hands on her knees dropped slightly. Her amber eyes were filled with eye-catching brilliance. Alyosha looked at Zhou Li and said softly:
"Mr. Tariq."
"Grandpa said that Tariq made this from the remains buried under the soil of the west. This pistol does not belong to this world."
!
Not of this world!
Although Zhou Li was curious about the story told by Alyosha, he was not too surprised. After all, the history books are there, but the perspective is a little different. And when this pistol appeared, he was not too surprised. Although there is no gunpowder in this world, what if some genius comes up with something similar? This is also normal.
However, when the sentence "doesn't belong to this world" appeared, Zhou Li felt a storm in his heart for the first time. He suddenly felt that the ordinary pistol in front of him contained a profound secret.
"What else did your great-grandfather say about this pistol?"
Zhou Li suppressed the fluctuations in his heart and asked calmly: "Besides this revolver, what else did Tarik leave behind?"
"No, my great-grandfather told me the origin of this pistol."
Shaking his head, Alyosha was suddenly startled, and then said: "No, my great-grandfather also said something."
"He said that the biggest regret in his and Mr. Tariq's lives was not bringing this pistol to the Third Oriental Court. At the end, he also said that we would not be allowed to go."
Three Eastern Courts...
Countless thin lines gradually spread from the long river of history and converged on that mysterious and ancient country. Zhou Li looked at the pistol in front of him with rapt attention and fell into deep thought.
"What am I going to do to pick up this pistol?"
Zhou Li spoke slowly and asked this question.
"Nothing needs to be done."
Alyosha shook his head, "As long as you take it with you to the West, the unfinished stories of the cowboys pursuing freedom will be inherited. This is what my great-grandfather said."
Cowboy?…
"I accepted."
He had the idea that if he had too many lice, he would not be afraid of being bitten, and if he had too many debts, he would not have to worry about it, and he was also curious about the affairs behind this pistol. Zhou Li took the pistol and said sternly to Alyosha, "I will accept this pistol."
"thank you."
Alyosha stood up and bowed deeply to Zhou Li.
so big.
At Eluma's reminder, Zhou Li helped Alyosha up and said to her, "I'm very grateful to you for trusting me."
"Zhou Li, I want to go to the underground market here. Can you contact me?"
After Alyosha left, while Zhou Li and Eluma were admiring the revolver, which had no appreciation value at all, Lin Zi pushed the door open and asked straightforwardly. Then, she saw Zhou Li holding a pistol and looking at her.
"I really didn't tell anyone that you haven't played backgammon, Sister Eluma, really!"
Raising her hands, Lin Zi defended herself with a "panic look" on her face. Then she ran to Zhou Li with a smile, patted him on the shoulder and said, "You help me find a channel to enter the underground market, and I will teach you how to play backgammon to the best players in the world."
"When you spread the news that I have never played Eluma in backgammon, my career as a chess player has been cut off."
Zhou Li said a word with a numb face, rubbed his eyebrows, and then asked Lin Zi: "Why are you going to the underground market? Let me tell you in advance, most of Tariq's underground markets are wine and arenas, without technology. .”
"I just want to buy a drink."
With a mysterious smile, Lin Zi said softly to Zhou Li: "Torea's mouth can accurately distinguish all the ingredients. I want to see if I can imitate Tariq's vodka national liquor."
"What's wrong with you? Do you know what you're doing?"
What Lin Zi didn't expect was that Zhou Li immediately became furious after hearing the news. He looked at Lin Zi seriously and sternly educated: "You did such a thing without me? Who do you think I am? A good person. ?”
"Uh-huh."
Lin Zi was speechless. She wanted to say something, but looking at Zhou Li with a serious face in front of her, she didn't know what to say. In the end, she could only nod helplessly and agreed to Zhou Li.
"Tarik's underground market is indeed difficult to find. The channels..."
Suddenly, Zhou Li seemed to remember something. He looked at Lin Zi and smiled mysteriously: "Listen to me."
"I have an idea."
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"Listen to me, I have an idea."
The brown-haired man with a hooked nose and deep eye sockets held a cigarette in his mouth, leaning against the door frame and looking at Arthur Morgan, who was cutting venison in front of him. He spoke excitedly in Common Language with a Western accent:
"While the government lackeys are still studying pyroxene disease, the two of us went to rob the entrance to the underground market in the western town of Mosk. We will definitely find the medicine to treat Little Jack!"
"What a great idea!"
