Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him who said "This is a great idea", Arthur Morgan, who had just finished brushing his beloved horse, sighed. He put down his brush, looked at the builder of the Vanderlin Gang in front of him, and said with some helplessness: "Dutch, if you want to carry your pistol with you and live forever in the cemeteries around Mosk, I beg you. Don't take me with you, my life is still of some use."
"Arthur, don't say that."
Although Arthur's words were full of aggression, Dutch, as the "leader", was not offended at all. He laughed twice, patted Arthur Morgan on the shoulder, and said carelessly: "We are also Western cowboys after all, with a bit of adventurous spirit. Don't be timid like children who can't hold a gun."
"Ah...sigh."
Arthur Morgan wiped the ash on his cheeks. He sighed and shook his head. His face carved by yellow sand and wind and rain was full of sadness, "Underground black market, Dutch, you have to know that that place is under Mosk City. We Not to mention entering the black market, these people will be beaten into pieces by Tariq's pyroxene army even if they are close to the border."
"Look, here's another idea."
Dutch laughed, and he took out a wool map and spread it on the table beside him. Dutch pointed the barrel of his pistol at a town called "Strawberry Town" near Mosk, and introduced to Arthur Morgan: "I have done some research. In Strawberry Town, west of Mosk, there is the only weapons store. There's a basement. The last time I went to collect a debt, an old guy told me that he lost all his money in the basement of the weapons store, which was a casino."
"casino?"
Arthur's thick eyebrows wrinkled. He put down the blade with deer blood in his hand, stood up and walked to Dutch, looking at the map, "Didn't Tariq prohibit any gambling?"
"Yes, gambling is prohibited in Tariq, but the West has never been Tariq."
Dutch grinned, but his seemingly friendly face showed resentment. He stuck the dagger on the map and said to Arthur Morgan: "The free West only has cowboys, revolvers and gold. As for the seemingly gorgeous rules made by the superiors, they are just a pile of dung to us."
"But it's the Pinkerton detectives trained by these excrement who make all the free cowboys in your mouth hide like rats in the stinking ditch."
Arthur's taunt was very effective. Dutch suddenly blushed and wanted to refute but couldn't.
The Vanderlyn Gang, which truly dominated the West back then, was vulnerable to those Pinkerton detectives who appeared like gods. Even Arthur Morgan, who personally killed a demigod gunman back then, almost died at the hands of detectives armed with strange weapons. But now, the once glorious cowboy can only run around like a mouse, and even a simple pair of mineral drugs has become a problem.
"We shouldn't talk about this now. Little Jack's illness won't last long. After a while, he will be infected with this damn disease like us old people."
Dutch gritted his teeth and took a picture of the map, "That underground casino used to have a sewer leading to the black market. Although it is sealed now, the black gunpowder we stole last time is enough to blow it open. A line of defense, and keep those damn Pinkerton detectives from finding out."
"Black powder?"
Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose and thought for a moment.
"Arthur, trust me."
Dutch retracted his slightly exaggerated expression and looked at Arthur with a serious expression, "I have calculated that after we robbed the medical team this time, we can directly sell the drugs that are more expensive than gold around. Sell. After dropping those things, we headed straight toward the deep west, away from this land surrounded by shit.”
"Freedom is priceless, my son."
Looking at the sincere big brother in front of him, Arthur frowned. After a long time, he sighed, sat back on the ground, picked up the knife, and inserted it into the deer's neck.
"Do it."
Arthur lowered his head, and the drafty house allowed the howling wind and snow to hit the crook of his neck. He used a crudely made dagger to cut the slightly rotten venison, which was the only food for their group in this extreme weather. In this building, which was no better than a ruin, he carefully shaved off every piece of bone and flesh, not caring about the cold back of his neck.
"Okay, tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, you, me, John and Mike will do this robbery together."
Patting Arthur on the shoulder with satisfaction, the leader who had taken in a bunch of women and children pushed open the wooden door buried in the snow, waved his hand, and disappeared into the snow.
Arthur didn't look back, he just continued cutting the venison in the dim light provided by the broken candle.
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The next day, noon.
"Technology..."
Every country in the world has its own magic industry style. Yingnan retained the habits of their first magic industrial revolution and liked to use steam, gears and brass to build behemoths that emitted black smoke one after another. Magnum, on the other hand, is very mediocre, having everything but being proficient in nothing. A small country like Muqi pursues the ultimate cost-effectiveness and strives to use the least resources in exchange for more effects.
But Tariq is different. This country with its own artistic flavor has a rough beauty all the time. Their magic technology has always been durable, highly efficient, simple and beautiful in appearance, and strives to be streamlined in its use. However, even though this style seems to be easy to imitate, no country has dared to touch it until now.
The reason is simple. Tariq's technology is good in many ways, but there is one drawback.
They don't care about the consumption of magic energy at all.
"Do you know what this means?"
Looking at the heavy-duty off-road vehicle in front of him that had a simple and elegant appearance, was made of ridiculously solid materials, and had a monster-like magic engine device, Zhou Li asked the people around him this question.
"Tariq's technological level is very high."
"No."
Zhou Li rejected Aiwei's answer.
“Tariq’s per capita income is so high that everyone can afford to drive such a vehicle?”
"No."
"Tariq's road system is perfect, so the technology of magic vehicles is developing very quickly?"
Zhou Li shook his head, and then said solemnly in the eyes of everyone's doubts:
"This Tariq is really a bunch of big dogs."
"ah???"
They asked in unison, and everyone looked at Zhou Li with confusion.
"Do you know how much mana money it would cost a month to store this car in Magnum?"
Looking at the uninhibited performance monster in front of him, as well as the front end of the car that had all the energy-saving devices removed and added anti-collision arrays and acceleration arrays, Zhou Li sighed with emotion: "One hundred gold coins! Where is this car?" It’s magic energy, this is a black hole absorbing magic energy!”
"One hundred gold coins!"
Ivy, who had his hands in his pockets, was immediately shocked by this number, while several other people also had incredible expressions on their faces. The reason is very simple. For example, there is an off-road vehicle on the earth. It can catch up with an airplane at a speed and can even ride on flat ground during earthquakes. It is a unique vehicle. But this amazing car consumes ten tons of gasoline per 100 kilometers.
What is this concept? Ten tons of gasoline are about 11,910 liters. According to the current oil price, the current oil price is about 10 yuan. In other words, driving this car for 100 kilometers will consume 100,000 yuan in fuel.
However, this money-eating behemoth is a standard vehicle for the middle and upper-class people in Tariq. If these vehicles were powered by oil instead of magic energy, the U.S. military might travel through time and space to attack Tarik the next day.
"The wide spread of this kind of magic energy devourer can only prove that this country's energy cannot be said to be abundant, but should be called not as good as paper."
Zhou Li looked at the off-road vehicle in front of him with complicated eyes and said with emotion: "If Tariq uses the energy and materials used to produce cars to produce magic firearms and black powder, as long as I come, I won't be able to use it for ten days." I can hang the Magnum III on the flagpole and put Levi's on the side for company."
"Please put away your dangerous thoughts."
AhZi looked around nervously and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no one in black. She looked at Zhou Li and said angrily: "We are afraid that Khorne warriors like you will appear, so we will only send divine monitors to guard those energy crystals at twelve o'clock to prevent them from falling into the hands of warmongers."
"Oh, if you put a chicken in the cornfield and Levi's in the toilet, sooner or later something will happen."
Zhou Li waved his hand disdainfully, opened the car door, and said to the people behind him: "Get in the car, and I will show you Tariq's humanistic style."
This time, six people followed Zhou Li to the underground black market, namely Eluma, Lin Zi, Lin Ling, Ivy, Don Quixote, and Torea, who was belching wine.
Just last night, in order to test whether Torea could taste the wine recipe, Lin Zi poured several kinds of wine into Torea. Of course, Lin Zi promised to help Tolea buy some high-end plant seeds. In a few days for Liya Ke's birthday, the seed gift box Tolea was going to send just lacked a few special seeds that were difficult to buy.
"Hmm~~~~~~~"
After getting in the car, Torea stretched out her hand and pressed down half of the window. At this time, Torea, who had not yet woken up from her hangover, covered her forehead and leaned against the car window, trying her best to let fresh air flow into the car.
"Sister Xiaoya, don't worry, we'll just drink one kind of wine in a while, just a few sips."
Azi on the side tried hard to lean towards Torea, trying to support the 1.7-meter Torea with her body which was less than 1.6 meters tall. Torea twitched her lips, Qingmei's face was filled with a beautiful blush, "It's okay, I can do it."
"Okay, okay."
After trying again, Azi found out in despair that if she wanted Tolea to lean against her. She could only let her cheek rest on her head. This shame made her almost cry for a moment.
"Forget it, let's change it."
Seeing this, Don Quixote stood up helplessly and placed Azi in his original position. She was also tall and tall enough for Torea's head to rest on her shoulders. She looked at Torea and said naturally: "Keep resting and maintaining sufficient physical strength. As your partner, I must contribute."
"Thanks."
Torea doesn't force things either. She is very similar to Don Quixote, both of them do what they can. She leaned on Don Quixote's shoulder and shifted slightly to find a comfortable position. Amidst the fragrance of Don Quixote's gardenia and the scent of Torea's lavender, Torea fell into a deep sleep.
"Are you all seated?"
However, she didn't notice that in the main driver's seat of the vehicle, Zhou Li looked excited about getting a new baby and kept touching the various facilities of this performance monster. After confirming that all the parts were complete, Zhou Li twisted his wrist, rolled his neck, patted the steering wheel and asked without looking back.
It was this set of actions that made Eluma, who originally had a charming smile, lose her smile in an instant. She suddenly had a serious expression on her face and quickly fastened the seat belt and condom buckles. Ivey, who was in the back seat, saw Eluma's actions and immediately understood. He quickly tightened his seat belt and sat in his seat as if he were dead.
"It's embarrassing!"
Just like a busker preparing to perform, just like an old friend on the streets of Shenyang preparing to make a living. As Zhou Li, who is both talented in virtue and art, shouted angrily, the monster that symbolized horsepower instantly let out a low and powerful roar, and the next second, time froze.
Just like Zhou Li was shocked when he showed Ivy "How to steal 110,000 out of 100,000 yuan", now, Ivey was shocked again.
It also shocked his brain and nerves.
He could no longer shout out the words "slow down". The car window opened by Torea just now let the howling wind fall on his face. Suddenly, he looked like the twisted Payne, and his whole style instantly became a two-dimensional animation.
He struggled hard, trying to remind Zhou Li that the car was going too fast. But in despair, he discovered that Zhou Li began to control the purple energy to swim in the car's chassis. With a crisp sound like unlocking, Ivey watched with his own eyes as the 400 on the speedometer changed to 499. The rapidly reversing scenery outside the window reminded him that reaching 499 did not mean the speed of the car was 499, but because the speedometer could only display 499.
What about other...people...
Turning his head with difficulty, Ivey wanted to see how other people survived at this crazy speed. Then he desperately discovered that he was the only one, not a professional.
Lin Zi held up the void rune sent by Linghai to suck the wind into the void, while protecting Lin Ling. Torea's body glowed with a holy light. Don Quixote didn't even need to activate his strength, and his whole body remained motionless in the strong wind. Eluma's body was covered with a layer of warm black mist, blocking all the strong winds.
I'm the clown, right?
At this time, Ivey began to miss Kaya and Ain extremely. I miss Kaya because she will definitely pay attention to her brother and help her get through the difficulties.
And thinking about Ain, the main reason is that Ain is not immune to this kind of strong wind. He can use his brother's identity to laugh at her fiercely and appreciate Ain's rare and cute expression of blushing.
Between Ivy's pain and fantasy, and Tariq's human touch, which is the traffic policeman who can chase the car and issue the ticket, they arrive in Strawberry Town.
At this time, the time is two fifty.
