"Arthur, honestly, I have an idea."
Sitting on the stone, the fishing rod in his hand remained still. The stubble-faced Dutch smoked a cigar and said to Arthur beside him: "I know an old witch. She may have some opinions on the curse on you."
"Please, Dutch, are you serious?"
When Arthur heard the word "idea", he almost couldn't hold the fishing rod steady. He spat out his chewed eyes with disbelief on his face, "Are you going to hand me over to that old bamboo pole who likes to eat fish scales raw? Have you forgotten? Did you experience cardiac arrest last time after you drank her cold medicine and recovered from your cold?"
"Then I was rescued in the end."
Daqi, who knew he was in the wrong, muttered. He looked at the stream at his feet, and after a moment of silence, he said quietly: "But I feel like she is really good at it."
"Proficient in first-hand garbage manufacturing?"
Because he has a family, John is the cleanest and neatest among the two. He didn't like fishing. He just sat cross-legged on the stone, tearing beef jerky out of boredom, and complained mercilessly: "If you ask me, the potions made by that old witch can only be divided into two categories, harmful garbage and harmful to harmful substances." Trash is harmful trash.”
"That's also a skill."
Dutch lifted the fishing rod and threw a red-tailed fish into the fish basket. He squeezed the bait, put it on the hook, and threw the hook into the stream again, "To be honest, if I had her skills, I would go to Tariq's research institute to get a job as a garbage disposal." If you do it, you might be able to make some upper class money."
"You will just drink up all the good wine in the institute, eat up the good food, and then run back with some odds and ends."
With a dark face, Arthur took off the crab from the fishhook and threw it into the stream. After sighing, he said: "I don't think he will make things difficult for us. Unlocking the curse is equivalent to unilaterally offending him again. Besides, , they even helped us get medicine."
Having said this, Arthur reached out and took out a piece of beef jerky from the bag beside John, tearing it apart and asked John: "How is Jack?"
"much better."
Having said this, a look of reassurance appeared in John's eyes, "I tested it with test strips. The original 50% infection rate has now returned to the minimum level of 15%. Maji said, as long as this period of time does not If you touch crystals and don’t eat food contaminated by crystals, you’ll be fine.”
"That's good."
Arthur nodded and said with emotion: "This man can be considered as indirectly saving little Jack's life."
"That's because I had so many ideas at the time. I took two boxes of medicine in my pocket while I was embedded in the car door."
Dutch clicked his tongue and said angrily: "Arthur, don't praise him. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have been caught at all. Not only could we get the medicine to save little Jack, but we could also make a lot of money. This kid got it all mixed up."
"There is no way, my skills are inferior to others."
Regarding Dutch's dissatisfaction, Arthur was much more calm, "He is very capable, the strongest among these people I have ever seen. And there is Silver Jue's work in the black market. Even if we return with a full load, it is estimated that in the future Insulated from the civilized world."
"Do you really still want to go to the civilized world?"
Hearing Arthur's words, Dutch frowned, and his voice became sharper involuntarily, "Go back to the other hell that drove us into hell? A life controlled by those strict rules and fat-minded upper class people. ?”
"Dutch, the West shouldn't be our end."
Facing the somewhat excited Dutch, Arthur sighed, "Do you want little Jack, Anos, and Nuba to live like us in the future?"
"What's wrong with this?!"
Daqi put down the fishing rod, slapped the stone, and said excitedly: "Freedom, equality, human rights, we have these things that the Tariq people don't have! We can indulge in whatever we want, and we can grudge as we please. We are not subject to those Isn't it good that we can do whatever we want without being bound by strict rules and regulations, and we don't have to be ruled by those weak-minded people who have nothing to do with their bodies?"
"We are wanted by Detective Pinkerton, and all the money is in Black River Town. Now the entire gang depends on you, me, John, Lenny, and Aida. If one day we die in the wilderness, little What about Jack? What about your wife Mary? Let them starve to death?"
Facing the excited Dutch, Arthur did not flinch. He stared at Dutch and said in a deep voice: "I don't know what human rights and freedom are. I just want everyone to have a good destination, instead of wasting their lives in this shitty West and ending up being killed by Pinkerton." The detective will be beaten to death, or he will mutate into Crystal Weird!"
“The West is where we belong!”
Dutch took a step forward, grabbed Arthur's sleeve, and shouted with a distorted face: "Arthur, don't be naive! Tarik will not want us monsters infected with the plague! They just want to use fire to burn us Burn us to death, cut off our heads with swords, and pierce us with guns! Tariq is a group of polite monsters who eat people without spitting out their bones!"
John on the side looked at the two people arguing and stepped forward to dissuade them as usual. This is not the first time these two have quarreled, and the topic is the same every time. As the gang leader of the Vanderlin Gang, Dutch has always pursued what he calls freedom and human rights. He doesn't want to come into contact with Tariq, nor does he want to come into contact with civilization. He just wants to spend his life in the west. But Arthur always yearned for civilization. This may be related to his childhood, but no one knows the details. They only know that Arthur may not have been born in the west.
After a while, the two gradually calmed down. One of these two people is the gang leader, and the other is the strongest fighting force. Although the two have certain ideological conflicts, there is no doubt that both of them love the Vanderlin Gang. If it had been in the original situation, that bitch Micah would have stepped in to make a fuss, scolding Arthur and flattering Dutch at the same time. But now, Micah may have to shut up sadly.
"Forget it, let's think about how to deal with that man."
John threw a cigar to each of Arthur and Dutch. He lit the cigarette in his hand, and then said to the two of them: "Don't forget, that man is what we should think about most now."
"Let's see what he wants."
Arthur's character is that of a tainted good old man. He is very peaceful most of the time. He will joke with the little girls, tease the children, and help some people in need. But good people can't survive in the West, so once Arthur comes to fight and needs to draw a gun, he will always seem like a different person, which is scary.
"We don't have anything good to do anyway."
Arthur scratched his hair and knitted his thick eyebrows together, "We don't have any money, and we don't have any babies. We don't have much property except a few horses. To be honest, I don't know why he is following us. .”
Dutch on the side put away his precious fishing rod. After putting the fishing rod in the package, he scratched his beard and said to the two of them: "I have an idea."
Suddenly, the air froze. Dutch could see that both John and Arthur trembled when they heard the word "idea", with a look of horror in their eyes. He waved his hand impatiently and said loudly:
"We can ambush him!"
"Have you forgotten how we were all seated in the car door by him alone?"
Arthur looked at Dutch with a speechless face. He didn't know why, but Dutch could always be so happy about this kind of thing. He forgot the pain of a typical scar even before it healed.
"That's a matter of us rushing forward one by one."
Although Dutch always has some strange ideas, he is still very reliable. He rubbed his chin and analyzed: "When he was finishing me, he obviously paused for several seconds. I observed that his ability may not have reached the level given by God. If we go together, he will definitely not be able to do it all at once. repel."
"He's not stupid, he must have help."
Arthur frowned and said in a deep voice: "Don't forget how the blue-haired woman next to him knocked us unconscious."
"ah?"
Hearing this, John and Dutch were stunned.
"You don't know?"
Arthur was also stunned. He looked at the two of them and asked in confusion: "When we were about to escape, wasn't that woman the one who knocked us unconscious?"
"Yeah?"
Dutch touched his head and said confusedly: "I just remember a black figure punched me on the back of the head, and then I passed out."
John on the side nodded, indicating that he did the same.
"Maybe I remembered it wrong?"
Arthur had a question mark on his forehead, but since his two brothers had said so, he could only attribute it to a misremembering. Seeing that Arthur had nothing to say, Dutch continued:
"He said he would send us a signal. After getting the signal, we would lead him into the East Ridge. Where the terrain is dangerous and suitable for an ambush, I took Lenny and the others to ambush inside and keep the distance. I didn't believe it. Can he shoot so many of us by himself?"
"How do you know he's alone?"
Facing Arthur's question, Dutch sneered, patted the revolver on his waist, and said coldly: "I don't believe the people he brought are as strong as him. We intercepted them on the road and weakened their strength. , and finally face that man."
"Don't worry, nothing will go wrong."
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"Enhance the range, enhance the impact of magic energy, and enhance stability."
The magic mortar with exquisite workmanship and every part fitting perfectly appeared in front of Zhou Li. Evan on the side opened the curtain and introduced to him: "Now these mortars can carry out precise strikes up to ten kilometers, and can achieve rough bombing within twenty kilometers. Electromagnetic ammunition or toxin ammunition can be used, but of course it is not recommended. The latter is expensive and inhumane.”
"Yeah, indeed."
Zhou Li nodded, but people who knew him well knew that he was only agreeing that it was expensive. As for inhumanity, that was not what he considered.
"We also made modifications to your minigun."
Evan took Zhou Li to another white manufacturing table, pressed the button, and a streamlined and perfect minigun appeared in front of them, "According to your request, the rate of fire is two thousand per minute, which can fill the gap." Loaded with standard bullets. Your ammunition bag has also been improved and can now hold 100,000 rounds, but there is no way to reduce the weight."
"There's nothing wrong with that."
Zhou Li shook his head and said with a smile: "The Guardian Shield itself can carry a high load, and with the support of the gravity circle, one hundred thousand rounds is still within the bearable range."
"When I say 100,000 rounds, I mean up to 100,000 rounds. I don't mean that you have to pretend to be 100,000 rounds."
Looking at Zhou Li in front of him, Evan smiled helplessly and said: "Forget it, your legions are all firepower monsters. I guess I will end up with 100,000 rounds no matter what."
After finishing the minigun, Evan handed a rectangular box to Zhou Li and said to him: "The fire blocker, when used, will shoot down all bullets, arrows and other physical flying objects within the range without distinguishing between friend and foe. Of course, it can only intercept bullets shot by professionals below platinum, not those who are stronger."
"That's enough."
Zhou Li took the box with satisfaction and handed it to Hei Wu, who was carrying a backpack. Evan glanced at the black mist that followed Eluma, with large and small bags on his body, and was speechless for a moment.
Think of the Black Emperor's power as a coolie carrying a bag, you really have it.
"One hundred and fifty copies of each type of these weapons are required."
Zhou Li thought for a moment, and then said to Evan: "By the way, I want fifty more magic mortars."
"Are you going to carry two magic mortars on one soldier?"
Hearing this, Zhou Li shook his head, with a mysterious smile on his face: "No, I will use it for other purposes."
"Okay, no problem."
Evan nodded and wrote down Zhou Li's request. This time, they did not charge any fees for Zhou Li to produce and modify weapons, and regarded it as payment for Zhou Li to help them clean up the west. Moreover, Herinen also promised Zhou Li not to stop him when he was seeking to exploit the underground black market, and of course he would not help him openly.
"That's it, that should be enough."
After roughly estimating the price of these things, Zhou Li marveled and said: "Your country, Tarik, is really powerful. These things must cost more than 300,000 gold coins at least. If you ask for it, you can give it to me."
"Not that much actually."
Evan smiled and shook his head after hearing this, and explained: "Tariq's industrial production system is very complete. The various parts of these weapons only need to be adjusted to be fully produced. Although it is expected to cost 250,000 gold coins, But it can actually be produced for less than half the price.”
"Oh, that's good."
Zhou Li just nodded and praised. At the end, he suddenly thought of something and said to Evan quickly: "When you issue an invoice to me, just give me 300,000."
"ah?"
Evan was stunned for a moment, and then he thought that this brave man might have some relationship with Magnum III. Suddenly, a knowing smile appeared on his face. He nodded and said to Zhou Li calmly, "You're just kidding, we only need 300,000 gold coins for production."
Cheating foreign emperors will not harm your merits - the Tariq government reminds you.
