Sent back to 1893 by a "bored time traveler" for inexplicable and absurd reasons that may not even exist...... Qin Lang felt that today must be his martyrdom day. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Earth's ...... in 1893 One without mobile phones, no computers, no internet, no jetliners, no cars, no modern medical equipment and medicines, no ...... In short, it was a tragic time when communication was inefficient, it was extremely inconvenient to go out, and a cold could cause pneumonia and die as a result.

A disgusting era.

And now he has returned to such an era...... If there could be anything more tragic in God's name, it would be to be sent back to 1793 for some reason.

He hated it.

"Why is this happening to me? Why should you choose me? Qin Lang's emotions were completely out of control, and what he wanted to do most now was to fire all the bullets from the carbine into the brain of that damn "boring time traveler".

But apparently, this is a wish that will never be realized.

But Qin Lang needs to vent.

"Idiot! Bastard! Scum-" he cursed hysterically, strode back to the front of the car, pulled a few loaded magazines from the cab of the truck, and walked back to the wreckage of the wagon. took a deep breath first, then Qin Lang raised his carbine and shot all the thirty bullets in the magazine into the man's body.

Smoothly swapping out the empty magazine and loading it with a new one, he pulled the trigger again, then changed the magazine again, and then fired again at the corpse...... After emptying five magazines in a row, Qin Lang's mood finally returned to calm.

Now, he can finally concentrate on what he should do in the future.

This is not an easy task. Although Qin Lang knew little about the world in 1893, he still remembered that the US Congress passed the Chinese Exclusion Act in 1882. And this means that as a Chinese, even though he comes from a world 114 years later, he is equally unlikely to find a job and get an identity in what is now the United States, whether legal or illegal.

And, by his own will, he was not willing to do the work that the vast majority of Chinese do: miners or railroad workers. Although he is a member of a diamond smuggling organization, Qin Lang is not much different from ordinary college graduates when it comes to choosing a career. And in a way, he's even the kind of guy who would rather rob a bank than engage in simple manual labor......

Bank robbery, of course. Maybe that's a good option, or at least better than reselling diamonds. Unpolished diamonds are almost worthless, but more importantly he can't prove their legitimate origin. A person with a large number of diamonds of unknown origin can be sold to Chinese, and a regular jeweler is likely to call a large gang of police, and if sold to gangsters. He had to face the problem of black eating black. In the end, even if none of that happens, his diamonds will struggle to sell for a good price.

After all, as is customary, a guy who is in a hurry to get rid of his goods is always the object of slaughter by merchants, not to mention that he has no experience in diamond grading.

In contrast, it is indeed more convenient to rob a bank.

Qin Lang secretly counted all his assets. HE HAD THREE BUSHMASTER AUTOMATIC RIFLES AND CARBINES, A CLASSIC REMINGTON M700 SNIPER RIFLE AND TWO SMITH &M1911A1 SEMI-AUTOMATIC PISTOLS, AND HE ALSO HAD 4,850 ROUNDS.

That's more than enough, his marksmanship is good - he was trained with over 100,000 rounds of ammunition in college - and although not up to the level of a sniper or a shooter, his opponents are just ordinary characters, and so many bullets are enough to help him deal with at least two battalions of bank guards, policemen, and bounty hunters.

On top of that, he had only refueled the truck thirty minutes before the crossing, so the tank was almost full, and he had 1,200 gallons of fuel in reserve, all of which added up to enough for the truck to drive 5,500 kilometers continuously -- not up to par in off-road, of course, -- and he had plenty of drinking water and food.

So he can indeed be an outstanding bank robber. If he is lucky, he can "earn" tens or even hundreds of thousands of dollars before the truck runs out of last drop of fuel, and flee to Mexico or Canada. All he has to do in the days ahead is to invest the money wisely and earn more dollars – but the question is, what if luck is bad enough?

If he is unlucky, he will be shot dead by a guard or a police officer during his first robbery.

Qin Lang believes that this is by no means groundless. A bank robbery is a complex and dangerous job that one person can't do, at least he needs an accomplice with excellent marksmanship and quick reflexes to help take care of his own back. At the same time, it would be better for this accomplice to know where each bank is located, the reserves of funds, the strength of the guards, and the shortest route from one bank to the next.

While this is a bit of a stronghold, he thinks the demands are realistic. Otherwise the whole plan of the heist would have turned into a complete laughing stock, with two fools driving a truck around the vast land of the United States in search of banks until the last drop of fuel is exhausted......

It's disgusting.

Qin Lang definitely didn't want to be anyone's laughing stock. He's always been good and almost never makes mistakes. In the twenty-four years of his life that he has passed, he has only laughed at others, but no one has ever laughed at him.

He was reluctant to leave anyone with an opportunity to laugh at him.

So, to be one of the most successful bank robbers in the history of the United States, he had to find a local who knew the environment as an accomplice...... But while there has never been a shortage of outlaws in the United States of America, where are they now?

Qin Lang raised his head and slowly glanced at the desolate desert around him—he felt that he should be in Nevada, the driest state in the whole of the United States—and he couldn't even see anyone now. Of course, this is normal, Nevada's population has always been very sparse and concentrated, and even in the twenty-first century, it is not easy to find a few people outside of a few major cities - but this is not a good thing for his plans.

After thinking for a moment, he made a decision. "Well, the first thing I need to do now is find a small town, and then find a guy in the tavern there that is worth working with."

The plan was decided, and the question then was, in which direction should we go - east, west, north, or south?

He thought about it for a moment. "West."

Heading west, if the route is correct and there are no surprises, he will soon be able to enter California, where there should be more banks and more opportunities to find accomplices than in Nevada.

Therefore, Qin Lang began to act. He first returned to the wreckage of the wagon, collected all the bullets from the Winchester M1876 Sporting Rifle - because every bullet counts now - and then picked up the empty magazines and antique rifles on the ground, threw them all into the truck's cargo box, and then walked back to the front of the car and climbed into the cab.

He started the engine. With the loud roar of the diesel engine, the military truck obediently but slowly began to move forward and keep increasing its speed, and Qin Lang was on the road.

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