The weapons of this era have improved a lot compared to the previous trials in the Caribbean, but automatic weapons are still not yet popular, and such dense firepower shows that the entire Valentine police are afraid that the entire Valentine police will come out to catch the thief, coupled with the previous exclamation, the initiator of all this is about to come out.

After a moment's thought, I realized that I had entered a very fortuitous time period, when the Van der Linde gang had killed a horse pistol and Arthur and the other four had returned to Valentine to rob the bank. By this time their camp had moved to the west of Lodz, but it wasn't a big deal for the outlaws to go back and grab Valentine again.

However, unlike the original plot, this time there are a total of six people, in addition to Arthur, Bill, Lenny and Karen, there are two new faces, a man and a woman. Although the two men were dressed in a way that was exactly what was typical of the era, I immediately saw that they were not robot receptionists, but real tourists.

Because they are so neat, their straight trench coats, clean faces, and the novelty in their eyes that is difficult to conceal make them completely different from Arthur and others around them.

I realized that this might be an opportunity for me to join the Vanderlinde Gang, and while the main quests have nothing to do with them, it would be nice to follow the protagonist team in Trials, and maybe trigger a couple of side quests.

I gave up the optional task of this trial, although it was not difficult, it was just to kill a few robot receptionists, but if I wanted to do it, I would have to run the entire map, which was time-consuming and laborious, and the final reward value was not high, and I felt that I couldn't get it at all. If you have this time, you might as well follow Ducky to make a few big plans and do a few side quests or something.

After thinking about it, I hurriedly waved my hand and shouted, "Hey, Arthur, wait for me!" But these robot receptionists are much more anthropomorphic than I thought before, and generally NPCs in the game will often say to the player when they encounter this situation: "Ah, it turned out to be XXX (player ID), come along, and I have something important to discuss with you when these police officers are resolved." ”

But Arthur looked at me alertly when he heard my call, then raised his gun and pulled the trigger on me without thinking. In this case, he must have taken me for some zealous townsman, and was ready to do something to stop them.

The bullet knocked the cowboy hat on my head straight away, causing my neck to shrink involuntarily. Arthur's shot should be a warning, reminding me not to do anything stupid, otherwise he, with the eye of death, should be able to easily hit me in the head, and it will be a hundred times. However, as a robot receptionist, Arthur should not be able to hurt me at this stage.

But his shot also startled the red horse next to me, and it kicked me in the ass, and then I was unfortunate enough to pounce face down on the muddy dirt road of Valentine in the same way as a dog's shit. Well, the smell of stinky mud mixed with horse manure and horse urine I really don't want to taste it a second time in my life.

This hoof has cost me more than 20 points of life. "What the hell?" I got up and wiped the mud from my body, "The robot horse actually hurt me? Is the receptionist already awake? Or is it actually... In Westworld, you use real horses?"

The horse seemed to realize that he had done something wrong, and leaned down on his slender neck and whined, as if begging for my forgiveness. In fact, horses are more humane than dogs and are man's best friend, but with the development of civilization and the progress of science and technology, the demand for such friends has gradually decreased, and the opportunities for children to contact live horses will only become less and less.

"Yo, it's okay, my little master has rough skin and thick meat...", I stroked his horsehair and said in relief. Judging by the touch, it is no different from a real horse. I don't have time to dissect it now to see its internal structure (that's how humans treat their best friends?), and Arthur and his party didn't stop at all, and rushed past me with a puff of smoke.

"Hey, don't run, you outlaws!" roared a bunch of cops in the back, raising their rifles and shooting. I saw with my own eyes that a few shots were fired at the two real tourists, but they didn't cause any damage, and the bullets dissipated on their own before they could reach the skin, so I was almost sure that the horse next to me was a real horse. Number Seven

At this time, there was chaos in the city of Valentine, but it had nothing to do with the Van der Linde gang, who wanted to get wings out of their crotch and escape faster. At this time, there are also a lot of real tourists gathered in Valentine, these people have come to the Westworld to seek excitement, and they are eager for the chaos in the world, so they simply take advantage of the chaos to start their own burning, killing and looting. Whether it's the invasion of outlaws like Arthur or the recklessness of these real tourists, it is only the townspeople of Valentine who suffer.

But I'm not chivalrous enough to fight for these robots, and I don't bother to be in the company of these real people who expose the evil of human nature, and the most important thing for me right now is to keep up with the Van der Linde gang. In the blink of an eye, they had rushed out of the city with a bunch of policemen.

"Girl, you can mess with me first—" I looked down for the horse's balls to determine its gender. Of course, I couldn't have gone to its owner to borrow the horse in person, and just untied the reins from the railing and rode on. The horseback riding skills I had learned during the field trials came in handy again, and I turned my horse's head and clamped my knees, and the horse understood what I meant, and hung up behind the policeman and followed.

The policemen rode their horses in front of them, and none of them paid attention to me who followed behind, probably because I was a busy western idler. Although they kept firing guns at the six people who fled, they did not get off the horse of the Van der Linde gang, but several policemen were shot over by Arthur and others who turned around.

The chase went on for hours, and the horse under my crotch gradually became untenable, and its previous owner must have only used it as a means of transportation, and if it had not been for the sound of high beam gunfire that had been enough to scare the poor beast away. Seeing that the corners of its mouth were foaming at the mouth, I didn't dare to force it anymore, so I didn't have to throw me to the ground and stop playing with me, so I gradually relaxed my strength and let it slow down and rest.

In the end, the police failed to catch up with the robbers, and Arthur and others stopped their pursuit with the help of a train. A group of policemen turned around with their faces stretched and picked up the bodies of their dead or half-dead colleagues who had just been thrown away, and this was another day of shame for the western policemen to be teased and humiliated

The map of Westworld seems to be similar to that of Red Dead Redemption, but it is actually much larger, and the distance that can be reached in a few minutes in the game may now be tens of kilometers. However, I referred to the original map and found Cape Clemmons, the second place for the Van der Linde gang after the Horseshoe Lookout, just before dusk.

"Who's coming?" Before I could get close to the camp, an alert voice came from behind a nearby tree, "Dismount and put your head in your hands!" I climbed off my horse, and before I could make any movement, Javier the Mexican, one of the Van der Linde gangs, held a spear and pressed it to the left side of my face.

"Ducky, this sneaky guy said he wanted to see you!" I was pushed and shoved by Javier to the Van der Linde gang's camp. "Kid," Dutch, who was playing with the gramophone, looked up at me, "do we know each other?"

"Ducky van der Lind's name is unknown to everyone in this disgusting land...", I said casually, and as I looked around, I noticed that in addition to the gang involved in the game, there were several new faces, presumably real tourists, who had come to experience the life of the Van der Linde gang.

Other than that, I found the guy I needed, and while it was a bit of a trick, I'm going to keep going, Mika, and I'm going to die, and that's going to be my vote for joining the gang.

I slammed my hand away from Javier's hand on my shoulder. With the physical attributes of my trialist, it is easy to get rid of his restraint with mental calculation or unintentional. I rushed straight to Maika, humming a little tune in his mouth, and lay down in his chair with his feet high on the table, seemingly uninterested in my coming.

However, Maika also lost time to react. He had just sat upright, his face full of astonishment, and the blade of the Qingyu Sword had already penetrated his heart.