Driven by celebrities such as Hawkeye, Old John, who drank some wine and was a little smoky, felt that this was indeed the case.

He touched the injured leg, and although the revenge of the leg was reported on the spot, there was always something dissatisfied.

Someone dares to stop him today, which means that there will be someone waiting for him on the road tomorrow, and he can't think of every time he goes deep into the basin as a play with his life, even if people say that gold diggers make money while playing with their lives.

Every gold digger clamored that they were not afraid of death, but no one really wanted to die in a gold rush, and it was time to give a warning and a lesson to those outsiders and newcomers.

At the very least, let them understand what the rules are and what they should be feared.

Thinking of this, Old John also waved his arms and shouted with the crowd, for some reason, he felt that his mood was very high now, he took out the wine jug and took another sip, and became more excited, just like everyone next to him.

It was destined to be a different kind of meeting, because the organizers and participants of the meeting had taken the principle of simplicity and brutality, condensing what might have taken Dohrin two hours to three minutes.

Organizer: "We are not happy, they are not convinced, what should we do?"

Participant: "Dry horse!"

Simple, brutal, effective!

After this meeting, the shops in the camp that sold supplies, especially textile supplies, were doing surprisingly well, and they were constantly being ordered in large quantities of square and wrist scarves, and if all the small shops put the orders together, they might have made a surprising discovery.

In the tens of thousands of orders before and after, these scarves have roughly the same color pattern and size, and even the delivery time is almost the same, there must be a huge conspiracy in this.

But they won't do that, and no one will reveal their orders, let alone sit together and analyze them, so these people are destined to be just small traders, and they can only serve the gold diggers.

The calm camp grew crowded, and many of the gold prospectors did not leave the camp again, but instead warmed the gold prospectors outside the Yagur Mountains.

Many gang forces don't know what happened and what made these gold diggers stop venturing into the depths of the mountains, but if they don't go in for a day, it means that the gang has no income for a day, which is the opposite of their original intention.

They had lost their land in the outer city and had come here with a group of brothers who wanted to make a fortune, not to contribute to the skilled women and petty traders who had gathered here.

Some outsiders, new to the gangs, have begun to try their own way into the Yagur Mountains to find the legendary gold in search of the Eye of Death.

There was once a great tycoon who was also very good at packaging himself and said that you should not easily try an industry that you don't understand.

This sentence may not be completely true, after all, there are tomato sellers who drag a bag of tomatoes and become the richest man, and there are also stories of thieves who steal other people's intellectual property and kill the owner with the help of his parents and replace him, accidents and miracles will always happen, but most of the time this sentence is not wrong, at least in the camp outside Yagur Mountain.

A person who lives in a plain area will never know the horror of the mountains, and may feel that this mountain range is nothing remarkable outside the mountains, but only when he is in the middle of it will he realize his shallowness.

It's like someone who thinks that if someone else can do it for 30 minutes, they can't help but watch it for 2 minutes...... Oh yes, it's about squatting in the toilet.

The first novices who had penetrated into the Yagur Mountains quickly disappeared into the mountains, except for the occasional faint sound of gunfire for the first two days, and after four days the Yagur Mountains were quiet as if they were asleep.

The fellows who had sent their friends and brothers into the mountains, looking at the whole of the Yagur Mountains in the evening, looked ugly as if they had seen a burping monster with a bloodless face.

While the newcomers were cleaning up their grief and looking for a guide, the scarves and wristbands ordered by the old gold diggers arrived at the beginning of February.

Old John looked at the square scarf in his hand with the word "glory" outlined with silver silk threads on a gold-edged red background, and the pure red wrist scarf, and his mind was a little confused.

He couldn't remember why he agreed to this with everyone in the first place, but now that he had joined the cause of sniping newcomers, he had to act accordingly, otherwise others would target him.

Looking at the square scarf with good material in his hand, Old John's eyes gradually shifted to a small piece of trademark in the upper right corner of the square scarf - Dove Weaving, what is this?

Staggering this inconspicuous detail, he folded the square scarf he had used for more than two years and put it under the pillow of the residence, and then tied the new square scarf around his neck, which I have to say is still very good-looking.

The elder John quickly accepted the scarf, called the "Glory Gold Digger", which was also an important identifier of his identity, including the wrist scarf.

He was very satisfied with the word glory, which has been used almost throughout his life, and the designer really cares.

After preparing everything and checking again to see if there was enough supplies, Old John drank half a bottle of wine and went to bed early.

It's going to be a long time from tomorrow!

The next day, a large number of gold diggers began to enter the Yagur Mountains one after another, which made the latecomers finally breathe a sigh of relief, and these gold diggers finally couldn't help it, which was good news.

Seeing a large number of gold diggers entering the mountain range, other power gangs also began to prepare supplies and poured into the periphery of the mountain range to continue their hunting business.

But they didn't know that this time the prey and the hunter were reversed.

"This damn weather ......", an ordinary name like Mike will inevitably only be attached to an ordinary person, after all, an excellent person will have a name that makes people feel like taking off when they hear it, so he is destined to be only an ordinary person.

Oh no, he's a gangster.

In the past few years, the gangs have become more and more difficult to do, especially in the cities where there are townspeople's associations, and the group of Guartes who are living in Japan are like crazy people, rampage to tear up the peace of the city, and then formulate a new round of rules.

This has caused many gangs to either disappear or disband, and sometimes many gangs feel like they are the victims.

Especially in the city where Alfonso was staying, the gang members were about to become rare animals, and people who used to be scared when they walked down the street and saw people in fancy clothes would now only call their companions to come and watch.

There was no fun in such days, so when Mike's gang learned of the discovery of gold in the Death's Eye Basin, the leader immediately sold all his property and came here with someone who wanted to make a fortune together.

I have to say that last week's income was not bad, and a small gang of more than 30 people looted more than 10,000 yuan worth of gold ore in a week, which is impossible to happen in the city.

But here, it's as simple as that and it's so easy to happen, and it gives you so much more.

Coming to the west to make a fortune does not seem to be a slogan.

Although the rest of the time was a bit boring and long, the good thing is that the gold diggers finally couldn't hold back and started working like industrious little bees again, which is a good thing.

In the morning, after a large number of gold diggers entered the mountains, Mike and their leader entered the mountains with their fellows.

Rather than the pioneers who descended into the Yagur Mountains and finally got lost inside, their small gang was more inclined to raid the gold miners who had returned from the outskirts after harvesting the gold ore.

Not only is it easy and safe, but the benefits are also great.

They divided the area according to the area negotiated with several other gangs, came to the road that belonged to their small gang, and began to prepare.

Build a simple and private lookout, set up some traps to keep the other side from going on a rampage on horseback, and then just find a warm place to wait for the prey to come to the door.

Mike was unlucky, he was chosen to be the first to go up to the lookout to observe the movement in the neighborhood, and it was definitely not a pleasure to stay in Shuguan in this light rain.

After about an hour, all of a sudden, Mike noticed a distinct sound of horses' hooves in the distance, but it wasn't very clear.

The sound of the light rain crashing on the leaves made so much noise that he couldn't hear the sound of the horses' hooves at all, and could only look into the distance with his eyes.

Just as he was about to tell his companions in the temporary shack below that there was a delivery to the door, his eyes suddenly widened in horror.

Behind him, he also noticed the sound of horses' hooves, and there were horses' hooves in all directions!

At the sound of the first gunshot, the small gang of more than twenty people was immediately wiped out, and only twenty of them came in, and some people stayed in the stronghold to prevent theft.

These twenty people were no match for the gold diggers who had been prepared for a long time, and it took less than ten minutes for their companions in the shack behind the big tree to fall together.

Blood was flowing down the rain, Mike hid in the canopy and covered his mouth and shivered, he wanted to remind his companions, but there were too many people on the other side, he was a little scared, very afraid, and missed the most critical moment.

He didn't want to do it either, he didn't mean to, he was just too scared.

A few gold diggers with the same scarves went into the shack, took all the supplies, and took their small gang of only five horses, and soon disappeared into the forest.

Mike glanced down at the crotch of his pants, a fishy smell in his raincoat kept rising, he breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to climb down the canopy to leave, when suddenly a gunshot made him lose his center of gravity, and he fell hard from the canopy to the ground, struggling a few times, and couldn't get up again.

In the last ten seconds of his life, he saw a lame man crawl off a horse, limp up to him, scavenge for his belongings, and spit in his face.

"No one can hide old John's ears, silly beep!"

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