Henry. Brown was wiping down his treasured, but old-fashioned Spencer rifle, while staring gloomily at the construction site across the street. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoFour days ago, in the early hours of the morning, a fire had reduced the newly built Tricell Bank's savings bank to rubble, but in just a short time, the construction workers had cleared all the wreckage and the reconstruction had begun.

And this time, they replaced high-quality wood with steel and concrete, which looked like they were going to build a fortress, not a bank.

Apparently, the owners of the bank intended to completely eliminate the fire hazard.

Damn fellows!

"Maybe I should go get some explosives." Brown grunted, shoved the bullet into the chamber, then raised the rifle and aimed it at the construction site across the street, making a false firing motion. "Bang!"

But then, he became frustrated again, threw his rifle on the table, got up, and stomped back and forth around the room like a beast in trouble.

It's not exactly a metaphor, in fact he's in trouble. Brown knew that if that hateful Chinese were allowed to set up his bank, his small bank, which had worked so hard for thirty years, would have to stop business again and move to another, more remote place to start over — the same thing had happened twice, first from Los Angeles to Sacramento and then from Sacramento to this town.

But Brown didn't want to repeat it a third time.

He is too old now to have neither the time nor the energy to start a business compared to thirty years ago—this is the work of young people; And the big banks with deep capital are constantly being born and expanding, and no matter where they hide, these terrible devils will always follow him and invade his territory again.

Brown had only one vision of the future, bordering on despair: that the United States, as vast as it was, had no way out, and that Barstow was behind him.

This bleak prospect gave rise to many radical ideas, like the vast majority of madmen who are overwhelmed by the heavy pressures of life and therefore decide to take a desperate risk: Driven to a dead end, Brown thinks he can only fight up and fight the invaders to the death.

"Courage is commendable." His old friend, Barsto's sheriff, Frank Brown. Blake's view is that the heroic struggle against the invaders to the detriment of their own interests is certainly a positive act, a glorious tradition of the inhabitants of the New World, but defeat is also an inevitable end.

"The gap between you and Qin Lang is even bigger than the gap between the Union Army and the British Army in 1812, and the result of taking the initiative to go to war is tantamount to digging your own grave."

For the most part, of course, Blake was right: all the resistance he had taken so far had failed.

Governments, at all levels of government, and parliament, are all firmly on the side of the Chinese, and corrupt officials and parliamentarians have apparently forgotten that they are noble whites and Christians (it must be said that it is a democratic illusion to expect these people to take action on the companies in which they already have a stake); The Sharpshooters, who were once famous in the West, all refused to accept the mercenary because these cowards did not have the courage to stand up to the Umbrella mercenaries; In the end, he had to take matters into his own hands and set fire to Barsto's savings house, but now construction workers have begun to build a new one.

The situation is clear, and he has no hope of victory. Thankfully, the Chinese has not yet reacted to his provocations. He is alive and has time to continue thinking about this war.

And the result of Brown's thinking was that he was going to continue the war.

He would never give Barstow to that Chinese. If he wants to take the town, then he must step over the corpse of a real American; Until then, he must pay a sufficient price.

The only problem was that Brown found that he lacked an effective means to make the Chinese pay enough - there was no doubt that explosives were an extremely effective means of turning the bank into ruins again with only a few dozen pounds; But explosives are also dangerous and can cause casualties and then call in countless police officers.

At that time, the sheriff of the town will change his present neutrality - Blake's attitude is clear, as long as there are no casualties, he will turn a blind eye; But if someone is harmed and there is widespread concern, he will issue an arrest warrant immediately.

"Don't embarrass me, Henry," Blake said, "if you make things too big, I'll send you to prison for a hundred years." ”

This is by no means just a threat. The people of the town know that their sheriff never makes empty, meaningless statements, and at any given moment, every word he says turns out to be true. If he wants to send someone to prison for a hundred years, that person will stay in prison until the day he dies.

So, Brown had to seriously consider his choice: explosives, use it, or not?

He thought, his eyebrows furrowed, and he circled back and forth around the room for dozens of minutes, and possibly forever. But there was a sudden knock on the door.

Brown paused, confused for a moment, before walking over and pulling the door open. There were three men standing outside, Blake, his assistant, Deputy Sheriff Louis. Robinson, as well as his nephew, Robert. Blake - and a cop, of course.

His heart began to beat faster. Of course, for most people, if one day, three police officers suddenly appear in front of their house or in front of their office, they can't help but panic. And Brown also has a crime that all the officers know.

Is this the counterattack of that Chinese? He began to worry. Most likely, if the Chinese does not want to send out mercenaries, then the police are another suitable option - he has many ways to deal with provocateurs, and he will inevitably deal with them. Brown was nervous, but tried to stay calm. "What's the matter, Frank."

"We should go in and talk." The sheriff replied.

After a moment's hesitation, Brown nodded. "Okay."

He turned sideways to make a way, and the sheriff walked in first, followed by the deputy sheriff and Robert Brown. Black. Then Brown closed the door, locked it, and quickly returned to his desk and sat down.

"Say, Frank," he urged, "what's the matter?" ”

"You know Richard. Sears? The sheriff sat down in the chair across from him and asked rhetorically.

"Richard. Sears? "It seems a little familiar...... Brown searched for the name in his memory, and it took him a moment before he remembered, "Yes, I know this guy, a despicable liar." ”

Blake laughed: in the eyes of one banker, all other bankers are despicable liars because he is a despicable liar himself.

Brown didn't see the smile, he was recalling something. "We used to be competitors, and of course, I've always done better than him, and if it weren't for his nasty tricks, maybe I would have been able to merge his bank...... But in the end, we were both losers, and I moved the bank here while he moved his business to Sharton...... Wait, Frank," he came back to his senses, "why did you mention that guy?" ”

"Something happened." The sheriff said nonchalantly, "He's dead." ”

It took almost ten seconds for Brown to react. He bounced out of his chair at once. "Hills is dead? My God...... When? ”

"Yesterday." Blake replied - another Blake. "A gang of Mexican bandits ransacked Sears' bank, and he tried to resist, only to be beaten into a sieve. Eyewitnesses said that a total of three machine guns opened fire on him, firing at least two hundred rounds and not one missed. ”

Brown's body shook and his face turned pale—he could imagine what a corpse would look like after two hundred rounds of ammunition

"These guys should go to hell!" He gasped.

"They deserve hell, but you're supposed to be worried, my old friend." The sheriff's body leaned forward a little, "Maybe you'll be next." ”

"What do you want to say, Frank?" Brown was wary.

"Like you, Hills did an extremely stupid thing and started a war against Qin Lang." "He gathered some gunmen to form a militia, intending to use force to prevent Qin Lang's construction crews from entering the Sharton ......," Blake said.

"Not intended, they've already done that, twice. And the second time, there was also the police to protect the construction team hired by Tricell, and the result was still the same. Robinson corrected.

"Thanks for the reminder, Sheriff Robinson." Blake used a strange tone: he hated anyone interrupting him, even if it was his deputy. The deputy sheriff shrugged, and Blake gave him another look of annoyance, and continued, "In addition to that, the fellows openly declared that if any yellow monkey and dared to enter Sharton, they would prepare a gallows and a grave for him. ”

After a pause, he uttered the slogan used by Hills. "America is white America, and yellow monkeys get out." The sheriff snorted, "Everyone knows that Qin Lang doesn't like others to use the word 'yellow monkey'. ”

"You mean......" Brown almost screamed, "is there any proof?" ”

"No, just speculation. But the time and place when and where Mexicans appeared doesn't seem like accidental, does it? "If I were you, I'd believe it was true, and immediately find a place to hide -- the Mexicans might be rushing here." ”

"Get here......" Brown's face turned pale. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )