It's night, in the Brevwest Manor.

"I'll fuck you capitalists!" John roared, leaning out and pulling the trigger repeatedly, knocking the two Brahwestern family men to the ground. "Jack, where are you?" he shouted, flipping out of cover and rushing into the villa.

Although I reminded them after joining the Vanderlinde gang that the Gray family and the Bréwest family had planned to get rid of them a long time ago, but probably due to the influence of the programme, they didn't listen to what I said at all, and everything still went according to the plot, John's son, Jack, was eventually kidnapped by Bréwest's people. The only thing I could do was pull a handful of Sean in time to save him from a headshot when he clashed with the Gray family in Rhodes.

At this time, Ducky still attaches great importance to his principles, and when he heard that Jack was captured, he immediately led Van der Linde to help a group of gunners go straight to Bluwest's territory, and there was a great posture of breaking the net.

"John, you fucking calm down!" Arthur yelled, but John didn't listen to him at all, "Suling, let's follow!" he had to beckon me to follow John to cover him. "Let's go!" I didn't hesitate, picked up the Qingyu Sword and rushed into the courtyard.

The Van der Linde Gang was now in a strong period, at the peak of their combat power, and the Brevwest men were no match at all, they tried to resist but with little success, and one by one they quickly died under the guns of the cowboys. In the end, only Mrs. Brevist, the family's spokesman, was reduced to ashes along with her villa.

Jack is no longer in the hands of Brewest, he has been handed over to the Italian bigwig Brontë and taken to St. Denis. Van der Linde's actions near Rhodes had long been noticed by Pinkerton detectives, and the move was imperative.

Eventually, the gang moved the camp to an abandoned villa in the marshes west of Saint-Denis. Here, Van der Linde set up camp with his people on the one hand, and scattered his men into the city on the other hand, and inquired about it extensively.

After so many days of getting along, I've basically gotten along with the Van der Linde gang, and after getting rid of Mika's rat droppings, the whole pot of soup is delicious. Although these outlaws are nothing more than a bunch of robot receptionists at best, and NPCs born from thousands of trials in Nightmare Space, it doesn't affect our friendship. People who live in civilized societies are not necessarily of higher quality than these wicked people who live in the wilderness.

Arthur and John are loyal and reliable, Hosea is a gentle elder, and Aunt Grimshaw has a knife mouth and a tofu heart, chirping crookedly every day, but she is always the first to stand up when the gang members are in trouble. And Daqi is also a qualified leader at this time, without much arrogance, and mingles with everyone.

On the other hand, on the side of real tourists, it is really disgusting. Although Xue Xin has never managed to climb into Arthur's bed, her black Kaizi has already slept the women in the camp. When a real tourist gives an order, these robot receptionists dare not obey.

After nearly two weeks in the wilderness of Westworld, their clothes and pants were still neat, purely to indulge their desires.

For Arthur, their struggles are nothing more than a drama that is not a real tourist laughing about.

If I hadn't been confined to my own identity, I would have thought that maybe the robot receptionists deserve more personal freedom than these humans. But on the other hand, if their plans for an uprising succeeded, I would inevitably suffer as a real person. When self-interest is at stake, one cannot demand justice or justice.

"Old Pi, what are you going to eat tonight?" I asked aloud, wiping the sweat from my forehead after serving the horses. "Eat..."Arthur's vulgar words drew laughter from the camp. "Then I must remember not to have a pot meal with you tonight. I laughed too.

"Does anyone want to accompany the old hunter?" Hosea poked his head out of the villa, "I've heard from the locals that there's a monster roaming around here, the legendary black mountain lion, oh, I'd rather skip a meal than miss the chance to hunt it." ”

"Come on, Hosea, don't forget the last time you hunted, you almost fed the bears—" Arthur tried to discourage the old man. "Isn't that you?" said Hosea with a smile. "I can't," Arthur muttered, "I'm going to St. Denis to find Ducky later." "Celestials

"What about Charles?" Hosea didn't insist on it, and immediately changed his target. "What a misfortune, the chief of the Wapti Reserve asked me to meet tonight. Charles the Indian said apologetically.

I refused to ask me to give up dinner to go to the trouble of the Legendary Mountain Lion, but the side quest that triggered it made me change my mind. "Lao He, I'll go with you!" I smelled the aroma of the stewed broth nostalgically, and turned to lead the horse.

"Side quest triggered:

Legendary Hunter: Hunt the legendary mountain lion Jaguaro. Reward: Mountain Lion Eye, Magic Material.

Do you accept it?"

The triggering of side quests in Nightmare Space Trials is very confusing, and it seems to be completely random. It is almost impossible to follow the original plot to find side quests. At the moment, this reward is not very much, it is just a material, but it is simple. Westworld horses may use real horses, but you can't use real big cats for mountain lions, and it's a hassle to bite a real tourist. So presumably, this legendary mountain lion can't hurt me, a real person, and the difficulty of this side quest is equal to nothing, so don't do it in vain.

"Boy, take your weapons! we're going to hunt, not to make dinner for the mountain lions. Hosea reminded with a smile as he stepped onto his horse. "Oh, old fellow, you better take care of yourself," I replied, "and you're not enough for the mountain lion's teeth." ”

We rode all the way to the woods by the river to the west. Hosea talks about how he and Dudge did evil when he was younger, playing with the police, and his eyebrows fluttered. I didn't have a match, and gradually my mind deserted.

It's been more than two weeks since I entered this trial, and I've fully integrated into the Vanderlinde Gang, but the main quest hasn't moved at all. I don't know when the robot receptionists will wake up, and I don't know if Arthur will recognize me as a brother when they wake up.

Ignorance of the future makes me feel stressed, knowing that the mountain rain is coming, so I should put away the quilt hanging outside as soon as possible, but now my situation is that this quilt can only be placed outside, and I can't escape the rain that will come anyway.

"Huh?" I came back from my contemplation and found that Hosea had stopped speaking for some time. I smiled apologetically at him, and he put his index finger to his lips in a sign of silence.

By this time, the sun had completely set, and the bright moonlight had gilded the leaves around us with a silver glow. I was riding the same little mare that had been stolen from Valentine and had never seen anything on the market, and I felt it shaking under my crotch, as if it was afraid of something. The animal is spiritual, and it has been one step ahead of me and has sensed the arrival of a natural predator.

"We'd better dismount, they won't dare come face-to-face with the mountain lions. Hosea whispered. His horse was a little more reliable than mine, but he kept snorting and wouldn't go any further. I nodded, patted the horse on the neck, and motioned for me to come down.

But at that moment, a black shadow burst out from the bushes nearby. The predator, who had been in ambush for a long time, struck a blow and bit off my horse's neck, blood gushed out, and I was thrown to the ground amid the horse's wail.

"Oh no!" my brain raced, "if the horse was a robotic horse, it shouldn't have been able to hurt me before." If the horse is a real horse, then the mountain lion should not be able to hurt the horse. There is a paradox in this! Contradictory contradictions! Could it be that this mountain lion is also a real creature? Isn't that me, too, in danger?"

Thinking of this, I hurriedly sat up, and a fishy wind blew in my face, and the big mouth of the legendary mountain lion quickly approached my front door. I was about to use my flash skill to dodge the attack, but Hosea was one step ahead of me, stepped forward and hugged the mountain lion that was biting me, and rolled to the other side to help me defuse the danger.

"Hosea!" I hurriedly got up, Hosea was different from me, it did not have the physical attributes of a trialist, and it could not be an opponent of Jaguaro in hand-to-hand combat.