This brave man is a scumbag

Chapter 333
What is denim?

Free, unruly, outlaw outlaw of the West, duelist with an old sense of honor.

Of course, this is all Dutch's own description.In Tariq's official documents, cowboys are defined as "unemployed vagrants who illegally possess weapons, have extremely weak legal awareness, have moral quality that needs to be improved, and are prone to violence, have no ability to work, and have no willingness to work."

In short, street tricks.

"John, do you really think your embroidered cowhide hat counts as cowboy attire?"

A black Allah Thoroughbred horse was hiding in the woods, smoking a low-quality cigarette, and a middle-aged man who exhaled acrid smoke ring mockingly said to the cowboy beside him: "Oh look, the great Lord John Marston not only has Great marksmanship, a smart brain and a lovely hat with azaleas on it, it's a true example of our denim industry."

"Micah, I don't mind if you keep insulting the hat and me if you want the same kind of pipe for your mouth and your ass."

In the dense forest, the strong tukuma under the man's crotch whipped mosquitoes with its tail in every possible way out of boredom.Wearing an embroidered hat, he stared at the man named Micah indifferently, and warned in a hoarse voice: "This operation is related to the life of my child, Micah, you'd better not be like the last time." To act recklessly like that and screw everything up."

"That's better than you cowering like a bitch."

As a latecomer to the van der Lin gang, Micah always uses that disgusting "I'm just kidding" look on others.Just as he was about to continue mocking the embroidered cowboy hat, Arthur's voice came from behind him.

"If you want to stand alone against Detective Pinkerton, get out of here."

Hearing Arthur's voice, Micah froze instantly.He raised his hands, with a frivolous look on his face, and joked to Arthur behind him: "I thought your sense of humor was better than this kid who almost died on the snowy mountain, but it seems that I was thinking too much. "

Arthur glanced at Micah, but didn't say much.He didn't have any affection for this desperado with an extremely abnormal mind, a crazy, bitter, mean and shameless person, but he had a mind full of crazy plans, and these plans were like gamblers' chips, harvested by the Van der Lin gang He acquired a large amount of wealth, which also made Mika the favorite of the leader Dutch.

Of course, Arthur didn't care about this either.Micah may have to take actions to please the leader Dutch, but Dutch and even the entire Van der Linn gang cannot do without him.After all, Arthur is the only existence here who can fight against demigod-level professionals. In countless critical moments of life and death, it was Arthur with his eyes wide open who turned the tide and saved everyone.

"Listen, we're a team, there's no need to be."

At this moment, the leader of the gang, Van der Lin Dach, slowly walked out from the side.He was wearing a "two-color tuxedo" of mismatched colors, and he was full of guns and ammunition, which looked very nondescript.He seemed very satisfied with his gentlemanly style, and said to Micah: "This time we are doing it for Little Jack and the whole Vanderlin, Micah, you better keep your mouth shut."

"Okay, okay, it's just a joke, anyone should be able to afford it."

Micah pressed his hand, hahad indifferently, and stopped talking while holding the rein.John wasn't extroverted like other cowboys, he was like Arthur Morgan, sullen but with a likable demeanor.He pulled the rein, turned his head, and said to Dutch:
"Da Qi, I only need medicine for this operation, and I will give the gang everything else."

"No, no, my child, you still have a family, Abby and Little Jack are both mouths to eat. This time we are just a normal robbery, you don't need to have a psychological burden."

Dach patted John on the shoulder, and a generous smile appeared on his rough face: "This time my idea is perfect, don't worry, this will be a new step in the resurgence of our Van der Lin gang."

"As you said, the Van der Lin gang will surely rise again."

Micah on the side has just the right amount of flattery, which won't make people bored, and also makes Dach feel relieved.Dach smiled, then spread out the scroll map, and said to everyone: "I have calculated that we will rush into the weapon shop at three o'clock. Micah controls the owner of the weapon shop, and I will punish the black gambling money. A moment. Ten minutes later, John and Arthur punctually blasted the walls of the underground casino with black powder. We rushed into the drug convoy that had just been resupplied, took everything we could see, and then separated."

Handing the black powder from his pocket to Arthur, Dutch asked with a smile: "You used too much black powder last time, can you control it this time?"

"I don't necessarily."

Arthur took the black powder, shrugged, and pointed at John, "But he can."

"Okay, that's fine."

Dach nodded, he clenched the rein in his hand, took a deep breath, and then let out a low snort.

"set off!"

Arthur flicked the rein, and the crimson half-breed horse neighed, and began to gallop quickly towards Strawberry Town not far away.He leaned over on the horseback, skillfully pulled the veil around his neck over his face, covering his face.

Strawberry Town is a remote town in the western region, which was once famous for its rich strawberries.But a blizzard rarely seen in a century destroyed all the farms here, and the once lush Strawberry Town suddenly plummeted, and the people in the town could only rely on stealing carriages or doing some shady business.

As for why Tariq did not give relief money to these people, there was only one reason.

West, does not belong to any country.

This is a world where wildness and chaos coexist. The Tariq who have lived in a warm cradle since childhood cannot understand why some people resist order and a great and civilized country.

Yellow sand, tumbleweeds, and endless wild animals.These rugged yet chic landscapes make the West a unique landscape.At the same time, those ore disease infected people who are everywhere and lurking in the shadows are constantly looking for prey with greedy eyes.

Cowboys rode horses and galloped through the yellow sand. They carried long guns on their backs, and in the pistol holsters on their waists were standard Tariq revolvers.These pistols can concretize the professional ability in the cowboy's body with bullets and then shoot them out. These outdated products smuggled from the black market are the means for these people to make a living.

Soon, under an overcast sky, four cowboys in bandanas enter the decaying town.In the face of these uninvited guests, the townspeople with numb faces, or disabled or sick people just moved their bodies to avoid these people's horses, and then continued to sit indifferently.

Cowboys are the masters of the West.

"right here."

The horses stopped in front of the luxuriously decorated wooden house, Dach twisted his neck, and said to everyone: "The only rich man in Strawberry Town, Cam Slater. If I guess right, he is currently maintaining the Beloved Tarik II pistol, it's going crazy on the black market."

"I think such a good thing should be given to someone who deserves it, for example, the owner of a gang."

Micah's goatee trembled. He looked at the building viciously, and said with a grin: "Of course, I still remember that bastard beat me with a stick because I stole his bullets."

"Follow the plan, don't act rashly."

Arthur glanced at Micah indifferently, and got off his horse after a warning.The horses were tied to the posts as usual, and the others waited.

After everyone put the horse in a specific position, Arthur Morgan walked to the door of the weapon shop.He first took out a stack of thick cloth and put it in his hand, then pushed open the door.

"welcome…"

The service pistol under the gun oil has a metallic beauty. It is his son's tenth birthday present.When the owner of the weapon shop raised his head when he heard the sound of the wind chimes, he was about to say the usual welcome, when he suddenly noticed that these people's hands had been resting on the holsters around their waists.

The person is not good!
Without any hesitation, the westerner's instinct made Cam directly raise the pistol.However, the moment he was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly saw that the original azure blue eyes of the leading tall man were covered by a layer of dark and scorching abyssal fire.

Dead eye.

Everything slowed down, and Arthur could clearly see that the boss' finger pulling the trigger slowly moved back.His eyes were terrified, and the knocked down bullets slowly fell towards the ground.The time in this world seems to be delayed, slow and stagnant.

Arthur blocked the thick cloth in front of the muzzle, and he calmly raised the pistol wrapped in thick cloth.Aim and fire.

Boom!
With a muffled sound, Cam's pistol was pierced by a bullet and fell to the ground.Cam didn't even see Arthur's movement of raising the gun, and he fell to the ground in pain while clutching his wrist that was broken by the huge momentum, and even the strength to call for help dissipated for a while.Arthur took out the hemp rope, stepped forward, tied Cam's hands and feet, stuffed a cotton cloth into his mouth and put it aside.

"Your kindness ruined a perfect pistol. If you hit his right hand, you'll..."

Micah on the side started rambling, but before he finished speaking, Arthur's indifferent look made him suddenly silent.He clicked his tongue, walked over to Cam and kicked him hard in the chest, then sat on top of him carelessly, with his gun hanging down, looking around.

"I'll go first."

Arthur didn't care about Micah, he took out the black powder and threw it to John, and they walked into the basement beside him.But Dach looked at the damaged pistol with a look of pity in his eyes, he shrugged, and went upstairs to search for things that could be looted.

The basement is an ordinary storage room, except for a pile of vegetables, there are two hanging bacon.Looking at the messy dishes in front of him, John frowned, and said with some doubts: "This... nothing."

"The pickles around are like decorations, and the soil under my feet is still wet."

Arthur leaned over to touch the slightly moist soil. He stretched out his hand and touched the vegetable shelf beside him, and heavy dust fell down.He looked around, and the flames of the abyss flashed in his eyes.Then he walked under the two hanging bacon, and kicked hard towards the shelf full of food in front of him.

"Actually, this thing should be organised."

After the shelf kicked away by Arthur, a huge gambling table and a bunch of scattered chairs came into view.John froze for a moment, then nodded, and followed Arthur into the underground casino.

"That's it."

In a corner of the underground casino, Arthur found traces of the dome.This kind of round cover is usually the sewer in the old city. Later, Tarik reorganized the sewer facilities due to the stagnant water, and this sewer was abandoned and closed.Later, some people relied on some connections to build an underground market in the underground air-raid shelter, and these old sewers lead to those markets.

According to Arthur's instructions, John began to caress beside the round cover sealed with special cement.After accurately measuring the amount, John spread the black powder evenly around it, then glued the fuze on it, and slowly pulled it back.

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"In this world, besides you, Yinjue, I can't think of anyone else who can establish an underground market in Tariq."

In the Tower of Silver, which is the main church of the Commercial Church, Yin Jue squinted at the uninvited guest in front of him with a faint smile on his face.

Zhou Li patted the high-end leather seat under him, looked at the surrounding furnishings, and said with emotion: "Damn it, the speed at which your church makes money really makes me greedy, or you will ask me to work with you , we rely on the name of the brave to amass a lot of money, I'm not greedy, I want [-]%."

"Is the reputation of the brave man worth [-]%?"

Yin Jue looked at Zhou Li with a smile, and a magnetic voice sounded in the office,
"Yes, [-]% interest. Why don't you give me [-]% interest if you rely on my name to make money?"

Zhou Li said this shamelessly, and Yin Jue was not angry, and kept a faint smile and joked: "You are really a genius in mathematics, it seems that you have adapted to this world very well."

"Mostly with the help of others."

Zhou Li looked at the calm Yinjue in front of him, and said with a smile: "There are two people who helped me the most."

"Oh, who is it?"

Yin Jue raised his eyebrows and asked curiously.

"It's not your parents anyway."

Zhou Li looked at the man in front of him whose parents died from gambling, and said such a sentence with a smile.

Yin Jue was stunned for a moment, but when he realized it, he was not ashamed.Yin Jue leaned on the back of the chair, looked at Zhou Li, and said indifferently: "Master Brave, you and I have no grievances or enmities, so why provoke a confrontation?"

Hearing this, Zhou Li suddenly had a serious expression. He looked around, leaned closer, and said in a low voice, "To tell you the truth, someone actually forced me to do this."

"Ok?"

Yin Jue was stunned for a moment, at this moment, countless rumors about those rumors flickered in his mind.He immediately cheered up, looked at Zhou Li, frowned, and asked in a low voice, "I don't know who dares to force Lord Brave to start a dispute?"

Zhou Li pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said sincerely:

"It's not your parents anyway."

(End of this chapter)