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Aside from some abstract geographical terms, such as North Hollywood, Qin Lang was unfamiliar with Los Angeles, having only been to the city once: almost six years ago — strange as it sounds, but it was six years ago — when he was on his way to Florida State University, he was in transit there. After that, he never came here again.

Because he spent all his interest and money on firearms, he never returned to China during his four years of studying in the United States, and when he graduated, due to the changes in his family, he finally chose to join a diamond smuggling organization, and naturally he had no chance to return to China......

Considering these histories, coming to Los Angeles for the second time should theoretically make Qin Lang feel a lot of emotion, but in fact, when he stood on the streets of Los Angeles, the only thing he felt was frustration.

City of Angels in 1893......

Although, due to the "gold rush" in California, the discovery of oil in the surrounding area, and the opening of the South Pacific Railroad, Los Angeles has changed dramatically from when it was founded in 1781, and shows the prosperity of a city during its upward period, in Qin Lang's view, it is still just a mediocre small city, and has nothing to do with "prosperity".

This is the inevitable view of a time-traveler from the twenty-first century.

But Sean. O'Connor and Duncan. Sandy was happy — Los Angeles was at least much more prosperous than a small place like Las Vegas anyway — but they weren't excited at all.

Or rather, they lack the strength to behave as "excited".

After spending a terrible ten hours in a high-speed truck, and then marching three miles on foot under Qin Lang's compulsion, O'Connor and Duncan now look languishing. What's even more unfortunate is that due to the lack of map guidance, Qin Lang has also lost his way several times, which caused them to fail to arrive in Los Angeles before noon, so that they had to fill their stomachs with the MRE in the car......

As a result, O'Connor and Duncan now don't even have the appetite to eat.

If the taste of a food is unacceptable even to American GIs in the twenty-first century, it is even less likely to be acceptable to nineteenth-century cowboys.

"Qin, can't you prepare something more tasty?" A burrito of black beans and rice', my God, this thing looks weird just by the name...... "Normally, Duncan would be the one who complains, but in reality, it's O'Connor who is complaining.

Because Duncan can't say anything right now.

Qin Lang glanced at them with pitiful eyes. "I think it tastes pretty good, although the staple part is really bad." In fact, the poor taste of the MRE is also a good thing, O'Connor and Duncan are focused on the taste, and neither of them pays attention to the words on the packaging.

Of course, Duncan is said to have only been in his first grade, but O'Connor has always claimed that his greatest wish as a child was to attend West Point, and that he also studied Jules. Verne's "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea", so he should be able to read the text on the MRE packaging......

"You Frankenstein!"

Sean. O'Connor's shouting made Qin Lang's attention return to him again. "Mr. O'Connor, can you be quieter?" He frowned, "Everyone is watching us. ”

More precisely, looking at him. A Chinese, there is nothing to be curious about, Chinese are not uncommon in Los Angeles; But a Chinese who does not have braids and carries weapons is quite rare; And if this Chinese still commands two white people, it is bound to arouse the interest of Los Angeles.

But the curious gazes in the eyes of the residents, customers, and pedestrians in the buildings on both sides of the street made Qin Lang feel very uncomfortable. He hates being watched, and more importantly, if anyone remembers him well, it will be an important clue for the police in their investigation of the San Francisco case.

It's just too bad.

"We'd better get out of here now." He said.

"I agree with you." O'Connor was more worried than Qin Lang about someone recognizing him, and Duncan was the same. But they didn't know where to go. "Where are we going now?"

"Find a tailor shop."

There were many tailor shops in Los Angeles, and they soon found a small shop that met Qin Lang's requirements - it was remote and had little business, and there were no other clerks except for the owner and tailor, a shriveled old man with poor eyesight. This is the most ideal place for bank robbers to shop for necessities.

O'Connor and Duncan, however, were puzzled. "Qin, if you're going to make a dress, why don't you change to a shop?"

"Because I'm not going to make clothes." Qin Lang replied, and then walked towards the old tailor. "Sir, do you have a black cloth here?" Although the yarn is better, it takes too long to make.

"Black? Of course. ”

"I'm going to order three black hoods."

"Hood?"

"It's a cover that you can wear on your head. Or......" Qin Lang gestured with his hands and explained, "You can also think of it as a small pocket that just covers a person's head." Of course, this small pocket should also have three small holes on it, two at the eye level and one at the mouth. ”

But the tailor still didn't quite understand. "Can you draw it for me, young man?" He pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil.

It seems that this is the only way to go. Qin Lang took the pen and quickly drew a black three-hole hood on the paper that was usually worn on the heads of terrorists and robbers, and then pointed it out to the old tailor. "It's this kind of hood, the size of the hood...... It should be bigger than his head. He pushed O'Connor, his head the biggest of the three.

"Okay." The old tailor slowly took out the ruler, then slowly measured O'Connor's head, and finally said, "Are you in need of these hoods in a hurry?" ”

"Yes, it's better to do it today."

"Alright then, you'll come back in two hours to get it. The fee is a total of five US dollars, and half of it is paid as a deposit. ”

"Five dollars?" Qin Lang stopped Duncan, who was about to call out, and took out two one-dollar bills and five ten-point coins from his pocket and put them in the tailor's hand. "We'll be back in two hours."

He then pushed Duncan and O'Connor out of the tailor's shop.

"Hoods? What do you order this thing for? It was only now that O'Connor brought his question up.

Actually, this is a matter of common sense. "A simple disguise, putting a hood on our heads at the time of the robbery, and then no one can see our faces clearly."

"And the police won't know who robbed the jewelry store." O'Connor nodded, "Good idea." ”

"But that old guy is five dollars! God, he is purely robbing. Duncan called, "Twenty-nine dollars for a brand new Winchester rifle!" ”

"Relax, Duncan. Compared to what you're going to get, five dollars isn't worth mentioning at all. Qin Lang patted him on the shoulder, "We are all people with lofty goals, and it's not worth worrying about petty profits." And......" He paused, then smiled eerily, "...... We don't have to spend money on food and water anyway. ”

He frightened Duncan. "Damn! Qin, do you want to murder me? ”

"I'll never touch your food again, Qin." O'Connor refused, "I'd rather buy a piece of brown bread than eat that damn 'black bean and rice burrito.'" ”

"It's a shame." Qin Lang shrugged. But then again, even he wouldn't touch MRE unless he had to do it.

But it's a lot of fun to watch people frowning and swallowing those things......

"Where are we going now?" O'Connor interrupted his musings again.

"Let's go buy a map and a compass...... Of course, a compass can also be used. "It's an essential paraphernalia," and then go buy a gun, and bullets. "Guns and bullets are also a must. Although he had a surplus of automatic rifles, neither O'Connor nor nor Duncan would use them. And he had to save his bullets for the big troubles ahead. "If there's some money left over at the end, we'll have a drink at the bar."

Have a drink? That's a good proposition.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go! ”