"Who is Blake Condon?"

In the north-central part of Mississippi, if you ask a random passer-by this sentence, he will definitely point in the direction of Condon Plantation and say,

"The second son of Conton Manor. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

This is Blake Condon, a madman who knows everybody.

However, in John's opinion, the title of madman was too shallow for a young man who liked to hunt down black slaves with a shotgun and torture them to death at the age of fifteen.

He was a hungry wolf, a brutal, savage, bloodthirsty, possessive humanoid beast.

Some say he resembles Mr. Conton when he was younger, which may be why his father preferred Blake to old "John", who was known for his gentleness and cowardice.

After a brief silence, Renault said,

"That gun is under maintenance, it's in the oil tank in the back room......"

Speaking of this, Renault glanced at John carefully, and saw that he wisely chose to shut up without saying anything, although he and John are small and friends, it does not mean that Renault will be desperate for this, he is afraid of Blake from the bottom of his heart, to be honest, there are few people in the entire manor who are not afraid of that little bastard who is crazy and wants to die.

John knew what Renault was worried about, patted him on the shoulder, and smiled,

"Don't worry, it's going to be fine, you go to the shooting range outside to prepare things first, and I'll test the gun later."

He's pulling himself out of trouble!

Looking at that calm and gentle face, for some reason, Renault was panicked in his heart, and his old friend still didn't forget to prepare gifts for himself in the midst of danger, but what about you? I didn't even dare to say a word to make a stand.

"Renault, you've got to be a coward."

Renault scolded himself severely, shrugged his shoulders, and left the warehouse dejectedly.

In this world, there are very few people who can stick a knife in the ribs for their friends, John has lived for more than 20 years in his last life and has never met one, and he naturally does not dare to hope for it in this life.

There are a lot of people who put the icing on the cake, and there are very few people who give charcoal in the snow, and it is already very good that Renault can do this.

John lifted the oil-stained cotton curtain, and suddenly a pungent smell of gun oil hit his face, and he couldn't help sneezing, and a diaphragm echoed in his throat.

Covering his nose with a handkerchief, John walked to the workbench along the gap in the cargo pile, put on the canvas gloves next to him, and pulled a grout from the black oil tank.

John put the pistol in front of his left eye and said,

"Zero, analyze the performance."

After finishing speaking, a blue circle of light suddenly appeared in the iris of his left eye, and the field of vision in front of him began to change, and countless data appeared in it.

Colt M1851 Navy

revolver

Overall length: 335mm

Weight: 785g

Caliber diameter: 0.35

Effective range: estimated at 27.6m

Reload: 6

The handle is made of elm, the barrel and other parts are made of wrought iron, and it is equipped with a linkage rotor groove and a primer impact device.

Overall Rating: Very poor

Suggestion: It is not worth using, and it is easy to injure yourself by mistake

Seeing Zero's last remarks, John was speechless for a while, thinking, you are a 21st century science and technology, what if you can take a fancy to the 19th century goods?

However, this gun was only produced last year, and it is considered the most advanced weapon today.

John found a rag and carefully wiped the revolver clean, then found a holster and half a box of ugly paper-shelled bullets in the warehouse.

John took these two things to the shooting range not far from the warehouse, and under the guidance of Renault, he began to familiarize himself with the firearms unique to this era.

To be honest, if it weren't for self-defense, he wouldn't want to touch these historical remnants of the extremely noisy, extremely poor accuracy, and extremely strong recoil, and every shot that would emit white smoke.

Especially the white smoke, I don't know what it is, it smells like paprika.

Time passed quickly in the thumping of gunshots, and before you knew it, it was time for lunch.

The sun in October was like an inexhaustible furnace, hanging high in the air and still not cooling, John wiped the sweat from his forehead, and felt a sense of weakness in front of him, and it was really difficult for this body that had just recovered from a major injury after a whole morning of cultivation.

However, when I saw the experience bar on the virtual panel skyrocketing by nearly a quarter, I still felt an indescribable sense of pleasure in my heart, at this rate, it only takes two days to improve my shooting ability from beginner to basic.

When the time comes, I will be able to protect myself a little.

In a happy mood, John couldn't help but become casual, put his arm around Renault's shoulders, and laughed loudly,

"Let's go, let's have a drink at noon."

After a morning of communication, the friendship between the two unconsciously took a big step forward, and John also liked this white young man who was a little out of tune but had a unique insight into shooting.

"No, I'm afraid not today."

Renault said with a bitter face, "My mother-in-law is coming at noon, and if I don't go back, my father will beat me again." ”

"Mother-in-law! You're married! ”

John's eyes widened, his face was full of shock, you must know that although the guy in front of him looks old, his real age is only 23 years old, this is the United States in the 19th century, not ancient China, it is rare to get married at the age of 23, and they are about to catch up with rare animals.

"Hmmm! It's been 7 years. ”

Renault looked bitter, and it was really embarrassing to talk about this kind of mess in front of his good buddies.

"Seven years!"

John frowned, thought of something, and said with some surprise, "Could it be that your wife is the one you made someone's belly bigger a few years ago." ”

Renaud nodded awkwardly, even more embarrassed, every time he thought about it, he regretted it in his heart, if he hadn't worked so hard that night, he wouldn't have hit it with one hit, and he wouldn't have hung his beautiful youth life on a crooked-neck tree.

John patted him sympathetically on the shoulder and gave him a good luck look.

Married at 16, well!

This bastard boy not only married a wife, but also indirectly married a parent, from his youth directly to the middle-aged age, it is really unlucky to think about it.

Ten minutes later, John returned to the main villa area, and when he saw Debbie pacing back and forth under the shade of the tree, he was a little curious, so he walked over and asked,

"Aunt Debbie, what are you doing here?"

When Debbie saw John, her expression changed suddenly, and she quickly pulled him aside and said nervously,

"Young Master, Madam is back."

"Come back, come back!"

John didn't care, he made his own brother so miserable, why didn't she come back?

"Young Master......"

Debbie still wanted to persuade her, but was stopped by John and comforted,

"Don't worry, I'm not the same person I used to be, I'll take care of it!"

After saying that, John suddenly remembered something, and took out $20 from his pocket,

"Do me a favor, this is the coffin and the helper's money, if you go back later, stop by Uncle Hank's to have a look, and if he has everything ready, give him the money, we will agree in the morning."

"Agreed in the morning?"

Debbie's eyes widened and she said in disbelief,

"Could it be that the rumors are true, young master, you really want to bury those six people who have been bitten by vampire demons and then dig them up and burn them?"

"Hmmm! That's right. John nodded, "This is what I promised Mrs. Thorn, so naturally I have to honor it." ”

"That'...... All right! ”

Debbie opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say, took the money, bowed slightly, and turned away.

The young master has grown up, he has become humble and courageous, and he no longer has the silence and extremeism he used to have, which is a good thing, but Debbie's heart is always heavy, can a person really change so much overnight?

She couldn't figure it out, and she didn't dare to think about it.

After Debbie disappeared completely, John put away his smile, regained his indifferent nature, put on a horned hat, tidied up his appearance, and strode towards the villa.

Ann Lila Condon, it's time to meet.

ps: At least two more tomorrow, ask for a collection here.