To get to San Francisco, Qin Lang has at least two routes to choose from, either south from Las Vegas into the Mojave Desert, then turn northwest to Becklesfield, then go all the way north to Stockton, and finally west to his destination, or he can first go to Reno in northern Nevada, from there to Sacramento, and then from north into Sonic Francisco. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This is the course of action he has drawn up from his memory.

Because there is no map.

So he's not sure if those two lines are correct, but Sean. O'Connor and Duncan. Sandy didn't have the ability to make a course of action on his own, so they could only follow Qin Lang's arrangement.

Of course, they also have some right to choose.

"Which route?"

"Go south." O'Connor said first. He didn't want to go through Sacramento, because it was there that he attacked the IRS officials and took his one hundred and ninety-seven dollars and twenty-seven cents...... Of course, according to Duncan, it was fourteen thousand seven hundred and thirty-nine dollars and eighty-three points.

That's a lot of money enough for every police officer in Sacramento to see him as prey. O'Connor wasn't stupid enough to voluntarily return to their sights.

Qin Lang nodded understandingly, and then asked Duncan. "Which route do you think we should take?"

"Whatever, Qin, I'm feeling terrible now." Just as O'Connor was reluctant to return to Sacramento, Duncan was reluctant to return to San Francisco. Although Qin Lang repeatedly explained that it was not Rothschild's home base, he had killed someone there after all, and that unlucky guy was probably an upper-class gentleman, so the police must have been very happy to arrest him.

It's not a good idea to throw yourself into the net.

But Qin Lang and O'Connor had decided to go to San Francisco to rob the fool jeweler who never deposited money in the bank, and he couldn't leave them and run away on his own, without Qin Lang's protection, he would definitely be caught up and killed by those gunmen, so Duncan was dismayed to find that he had to play a fool who threw himself into the net.

It made him feel very bad.

"Don't worry, Duncan, the police won't know you've sneaked back to San Francisco." Qin Lang comforted, "I can guarantee it." ”

"Thank you for your assurance." Duncan's mood was still low, "but I don't think there's much value in that." I'm not doubting your abilities, Qin, it's just that the nose of a police officer has always been more sensitive than that of a hunting dog. ”

"But you're not a sausage with an enticing smell."

"Maybe......"

"Relax, you'll be fine, British." O'Connor interjected and asked, "Qin, which route do you think we should take?" ”

"Go south. But I'm going to go to Los Angeles first. ”

"To Los Angeles?"

"I want to buy something there that I need for a robbery." Qin Lang explained, "Doing so slows down the police's investigation after the fact. ”

O'Connor pondered quietly for a moment. "Sounds like a good idea, Qin." He nodded, "So be it, let's go to Los Angeles first." Then he added, "By the way, can you make your truck go a little slower?" This will make me and Mr. Sandy feel better. ”

"What the hell! O'connor. Twenty miles per hour is already very slow! Despite this, Qin Lang still seriously considered the feelings of the two accomplices, and after starting the car, he still reduced the speed to fifteen miles per hour...... At such a pace, they began to advance towards Los Angeles.

But not directly to Los Angeles.

Qin Lang drove the truck along the original route for a certain distance, then he stopped again, and spent two hours with Duncan to clean up the wheel tracks within a distance of five kilometers, and then slowly made a big circle in the desert before finally turning south.

While he was aware that there was no need to do so, he hoped that it would be a way to confuse the mysterious gunmen who might continue to track them.

He had originally planned to kill all those disgusting guys in the depths of the desert, but after realizing that they might be sent by Rothschild or the Internal Revenue Bureau, Qin Lang decided that killing them had become pointless. After all, neither Rothschild nor IRS could send more gunners.

So he had no choice but to dump them all.

Of course, it is not difficult to achieve this goal at all. Even if the speed of the trucks was limited to fifteen miles per hour, and the wheel marks were a very obvious indication, it was impossible for a gunner on horseback to catch up with them anyway: the horses were not fast, their endurance was poor, and the situation would get worse when moving long distances.

It's just that Qin Lang wants to make the whole plan more secure. On the way to Los Angeles, there may be some fortuitous contingencies, and he doesn't want to be overtaken by the gunmen because of these distractions.

So he needs them to be confused for a while while in the process of tracking, and waste some time looking for clues again.

"Are you sure your strategy will succeed?"

"No, you can't. But there's a big possibility. ”

"Maybe we should set up an ambush and kill those guys," Duncan struggled to roll over in the cramped cab and change to a more comfortable position, "if someone is following us, that's the most reasonable thing to do." ”

"If you want their boss to send twice or even three times as many men, I wouldn't mind stopping and setting up an ambush." Qin Lang frowned and said, "Of course, if the situation is normal, I wouldn't care how many people are chasing me, but now the situation is just the opposite." ”

"What do you think is abnormal?" O'Connor asked.

"You damn motion sickness." Qin Lang became very depressed, "If we were going at full speed, we would only need a few hours to reach Los Angeles, but now we have to waste several times as much time on the road and have to rest in the cab for a night." ”

"Sounds terrible."

"It's very bad."

"So," O'Connor thought as he lowered his head, "if we let your robot toy go full speed now, can we have lunch in Los Angeles tomorrow?" ”

"What?" Without waiting for Qin Lang to answer, Duncan had already screamed, "Sean. O'Connor, are you crazy? Keep this thing going full speed? God, I'm already feeling very uncomfortable even at this speed! If I go full throttle, I'll be sure to vomit up what I ate last week! ”

"If you're going to vomit, go to the back crate, Duncan." Qin Lang suggested very seriously.

"I'll go if I need to, Qin, but it's definitely not okay to go full throttle!" Duncan insisted, "I can't stand that kind of torture." ”

"What do you think?" Qin Lang turned to O'Connor.

"I think it's fine."

So Qin Lang stopped the truck. "Now, Duncan, you go to the back. I'm going full speed ahead. ”

"Hey!"

"Don't 'hey', Duncan. Now two people have agreed to go full speed ahead, and according to the principles of democracy, you should obey our arrangement. So, now go to the back. I can't make you vomit in the cab. ”

"You can't do that to me! You will be punished by God. Duncan protested indignantly, but pulled the door open and jumped out of the cab before climbing onto the shelves. Once he had found himself a comfortable position, the truck was ready to start.

This time, instead of fifteen miles per hour, it was sixty miles per hour.

Los Angeles, here we come!