"Such heavy rain is really rare."
Holding a thick wooden pipe in his mouth and lowering the brim of his cowboy hat, Arthur tightened his coat and threw the last firewood into the stove in the hut.
"Fang was hundreds of years ago, which was a good thing."
After sorting out the rusty medals, Dutch looked out the window with a hint of sadness: "You could farm in those days. Such a rain is a good thing for farmers."
"You haven't planted any land at all."
John on the side put the cooked fish soup and noodles on the table and said with a cold face: "Such a heavy rain at this time will do nothing except flood the farmers' fields."
"Although there are no outsiders."
Picking up the fish pond bowl, Dutch said with a grimace, "But please give me, the leader of the Vanderlin Gang, some face."
"We'd all love you if you didn't think of your amazing ideas all day long."
Picking up the dough, which was as hard as his head, he smashed it and threw it into the fish soup. John glanced at Dutch and said indifferently: "He used fire to break the steel locks to steal the money in the bank. I really don't know that this is the genius." idea.”
"I told you that Arnold did it, not me."
Da Qi was fussing over the fish in the bowl and muttered: "I just think this trick is pretty good. It's not what I wanted to pay attention to. Why are you scolding me?"
"well."
Arthur on the side shook his head helplessly, blowing on the fish soup in the bowl to warm his body. Ever since he was beaten into a dog by Zhou Li in the underground black market that day, Daqi's personality began to undergo some strange changes. If when Micah was still alive, Dutch's ambition and desire began to mismatch his abilities, then today's Dutch just doesn't match his brain and his hands.
He has more and more genius ideas.
Arthur is not exaggerating. Since coming back, Dutch has been like an inventor, living and working together. Today I will come up with a new idea to set fire to Grimlock, and tomorrow I will have a sudden idea to prepare for a night raid on the weapons depot toilet. Although some ideas have brought us a lot of good things, many more ideas are really bad.
Thinking back to the night raid on the Western Weapon Depot's toilet and preparing to dig a tunnel underneath to steal magic weapons, they happened to encounter a "dung leak" that day. John and the others almost experienced a sea of dung maggots. Arthur still can't forget that John took a total of forty showers that day, and all his true love's blond hair was shaved off, and only short stubble grew today.
He still remembered that after that fright in the cesspool, John and Dutch didn't speak a word for two whole months, and even wanted to leave Camp Vanderlin and live alone in the mountains and forests without caring about the world.
Then he was captured by a bounty hunter. What was most painful to John was that the bounty hunter at that time was tightly sealed and could not break through directly. Dutch came up with an idea.
Hey hey hey, yes, it's still the toilet.
After being rescued by Dutch through the toilet sewer, John became taciturn and began to become sad. Of course, others were happy.
Especially Dutch.
Dutch is a person who hates being ridiculed and ridiculed by others. And what he likes most is to be warm-hearted and sarcastic about others without knowing it.
So until now, John still doesn't want to talk to Arthur. He sat aside, eating fish soup and cakes with his head down, feeling calm but complicated.
After a while, Dutch raised his head and said as always: "Listen guys, such heavy rain gave me a good idea."
Gudu Gudu, drink fish soup.
Looking at the two people who completely ignored him and just drank fish soup, Daqi tugged at the corner of his mouth, forcibly put on the aura of a gang leader and said to the two people: "I think we can take advantage of the heavy rain to fuck him, on the hour. Food and money, otherwise we won’t have a good time in the next rainy season.”
"If you really want us to get through the next rainy season."
John stretched out his hand and pointed to the mountains not far away, "The trees there are enough for us to burn for fifty years, and we can also burn our coffins along the way."
"Haha, we are the Vanderlin Gang, the number one gang in the West. Why do we do these things instead of just grabbing a good deal?"
Taking out his revolver, Dutch poured energy into it and spun it around twice proudly, "We will use the guns in our hands to get through difficulties. This is what cowboys are."
"well."
Arthur on the side held his forehead and sighed. He didn't say anything, but silently picked up the bowls and chopsticks and threw them into the bucket nearby. Then he lay down on the pile of straw beside him, tilted his head, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
"Oh, my idea is pretty good."
Because of their participation in the toilet rescue, three men, Dutch John and Arthur, were forced to voluntarily find a cabin to live in. After all, two of these three people had wives, and Dutch and John could never forget the look of disgust from their wives when they came home.
"Sleep."
John on the side also sighed. He was becoming more and more confused now. He didn't know what the meaning of his cowboy was. He also wonders if one day civilization enters this land, whether people like him who advocate freedom will be able to practice their "freedom".
After all, no civilized city would allow revolvers to roam the streets.
No toilet tactics allowed.
Thinking of this, John couldn't help but sniff the sleeves that had been washed dozens of times. He sighed and fell asleep.
"I still think this is a good idea."
Dutch, who still felt that his idea was good, clicked his tongue, and then fell asleep directly.
boom! ! ! !
Just as the three of them were lying down, a loud noise suddenly woke them up. Without any hesitation, the three pistols were pointed directly at the window and the door. The three people stood side by side, with nothing but fierceness in their eyes.
"Five hundred meters to the west, there are energy fluctuations."
John, who is sensitive to energy, frowned and said solemnly: "Six people, three on the left and three on the right, you see."
"I'll take the three on the right."
Lighting the cigar, Arthur said in a low voice: "You two will deal with it on the left."
"no problem."
Dutch drew the lever rifle from his back, a look of fierceness flashed on his face. The moment the words fell, Arthur raised the revolver in his hand and pulled the trigger continuously at an extremely fast speed.
The lasso in John's hand was thrown directly along the window. The lasso seemed to be alive and twisting in mid-air, and it was lassoed towards a few "people" not far away.
Dutch, on the other hand, was relatively simple and rude. He kicked the door open, pulled the trigger, and pulled down the gun barrel, causing fire to fly everywhere. His face was full of sternness and determination, and the violence in his eyes was terrifying.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
The bullet was embedded in the body, and the energy contained in it made the crystal spies feel very painful. But as a group of completely alienated monsters, pain is just an instinct, and what they are best at is overcoming instinct. The pain didn't stop them, but made them even crazier.
Accompanied by shrill roars, six monsters with varying injuries rushed towards the three people crazily. Arthur calmly pushed out the "bullets" used to hold professional energy in the magazine and inserted three bullets he made himself.
Raise the gun, pull the trigger, bang!
The crystal-encrusted bullet passed through Jinggui's head, leaving a green bloody trail. The Jinggui looked ahead in astonishment, and then slowly fell down.
boom!
Another shot penetrated the throat of another Jinggui. It roared angrily and leaned down, preparing to charge at Arthur again. However, the moment he lowered his body, another gunshot rang out.
boom!
It penetrated from the head and broke directly from the lower back.
Jinggui wanted to mend his broken body, but no matter how hard he struggled, it was all in vain.
At this time, the three spar bullets in Arthur's gun chamber had been used up. Facing another Crystal Cree that was about to rush in front of him, Arthur did not panic at all. He glanced at the corner of his mouth, and then under the frightened gaze of the Crystal Cree...
Pulled out another revolver.
It’s a joke, the West is short of money and food, but it lacks people, but there is no shortage of weapons.
With six trigger pulls at extreme intervals, a terrifying hole appeared on the poor Jinggui's head.
Arthur, not a single shot.
Arthur looked aside and saw that the battle between his two partners was coming to an end. What John is best at is manipulating the rope to control the enemy, and then finishing the opponent with a pistol. Dutch, on the other hand, is wilder. The tail of his lever rifle is inlaid with a long thorn. What he is best at is gunfighting, that is, emptying the bullet first, and then rushing up to fight the enemy.
The battle came to an end when Dutch smashed the crystal's head to pieces with the tail of his gun. But the three people did not lower their vigilance. They first sent a signal to confirm that the others in Fandelin's gang were okay, and then the three people began to disperse to see if there was any negligence on the part of the prosecutor's office.
"here."
John seemed to have discovered something and quickly called to the two people, "There are footprints here."
Arthur walked over with a gun in his hand. He looked around, leaned down, carefully observed the footprints, and then frowned and said, "Something's wrong."
"yes."
John nodded and said solemnly: "These footprints are extremely messy and irregular. This is not like the footprints that these ordinary machine-like monsters would make."
"More like..."
Dutch crossed his arms and frowned: "Being chased?"
"right."
Arthur nodded, with a very ugly expression on his face, "These Jinggui are not even afraid of Jiao in normal times, but now, these things are actually being chased?"
"What a terrifying monster this must be."
Just as the three of them looked at each other with gloomy expressions, a burst of heavy footsteps suddenly came. Arthur suddenly trembled, and John on the side raised his gun. However, when Arthur's dead eyes saw the figure not far away, he immediately stretched out his hand to press down the muzzle of John's gun, and said in horror: "Don't shoot. gun."
"It's a brave man!"
"Fuck."
Daqi said in astonishment: "This is really fucking scarier than Jinggui."
Slowly, Zhou Li, leading the three legions, appeared not far from the three of them. Across a hill, Zhou Li opened his arms and laughed, "Three of you!"
"Surprise or not!"
Surprise, what a surprise.
Daqi resisted the urge to run away. He had good eyesight and saw Zhou Li and Eluma beside him. He still remembered that he was punched into the car door by Zhou Li. And when he was about to escape, it was the innocent-looking woman who used strange power to embed herself in the stone with a punch.
It's all a punch anyway.
After coughing twice and slumping his shoulders, Daqi tried his best to look as wild as before and shouted to Zhou Li with a proud tone: "Master Brave, are you here?"
Arthur glanced at Dutch, who had no bottom line and was just groveling. He twitched his lips and felt relieved. If this had happened when Micah was still around, Dutch would probably have just started taunting people, preparing to seek death.
At least this won't offend the hero.
Within a few minutes, Zhou Li completely appeared in front of the three people. With hearty laughter, Zhou Ligang opened his arms and wanted to give the three people a big hug.
Then his nose wrinkled, his face changed, and he took a few steps back with a look of horror on his face.
broken.
Arthur remained silent with his arms spread out. He didn't expect Zhou Li's sense of smell to be so powerful.
It's obviously been washed several times.
Zhou Li looked at Dutch and John again, the fear on his face getting deeper and deeper. After a long time, Zhou Li wiped his face and said quietly: "My fault."
"I didn't expect you were so poor that you could eat..."
Really unable to say the following words, Zhou Li asked with concern and worry: "Is it really such a big impact if you don't grab that one less time?"
Dutch, John and Arthur vividly explained what it means to have a green face and turn purple.
"No, please listen to my explanation, we are not..."
Arthur was about to say something, but he thought of something and fell silent.
say what? Damn it, our boss Dutch blew himself up by playing shit? Said that John was caught and the boss blew up the shit and rescued him?
Is Dutch still alive?
Reluctantly choosing to maintain Dutch's last dignity, Arthur said heavily and resolutely: "It's just that we didn't eat anyway."
"No, this thing can't keep warm either."
Zhou Li took a few steps back in horror. This was the first time he had lost his composure, "If that doesn't work, why don't you burn some firewood? You won't even have any firewood, right?"
When Arthur touched his face, he never expected that Zhou Li was really right. When Zhou Li saw his reaction, the idea that I would have left was already forming in his mind.
But after thinking about it, Zhou Li sighed. He knew that he needed them for one thing, at least Arthur.
"I'll give you a kiss."
Turning around, a girl with red hair hidden in a raincoat and a delicate face looked at Arthur with a complicated expression. Alyosha has never met Arthur, but she knows that this man is related to her by blood.
Those eyes cannot be faked.
"Acknowledge?"
Arthur has not yet reacted. For him, the words family are too far away, while comrades and partners are the ones that exist throughout his life. But the moment he saw the red-haired girl, Arthur was stunned.
He could feel the restlessness coming from his blood. He felt that those dead eyes were a little achy, not because of pain, but because of a person's instinctive reaction of wanting to cry.
family.
A distant word.
But now, he stood in front of him far away. But he didn't recognize him at all. Arthur only knew that they had the same eyes.
But that's enough.
"Old sister?"
"ah?"
(End of chapter)
