The night breeze was blowing, insects were chirping, and the leaves were rustling, and Jacob sat in front of the campfire and looked around. He wears a Mexican cloak to keep out the cold. It's late spring, and the temperature difference between day and night in California is huge. Even though the campfire was blazing, it was still bone-chilling after midnight.

Playing with the Colt in his hand, disassembling and putting it on, he had to familiarize himself with the barrel, the nest, the grip, and every part.

Jacob quickly turned the Colt 1860 in his hand, inserted the holster with a bang, shook his head and sighed: "Backward technology, ugly appearance, simply no merit!"

In fact, this is Jacob's over-demanding, he is used to the automatic guns of later generations, and the revolver also likes to use the classic Colt python, or Smith Wesson's M500, which is a classic gun that pays equal attention to beauty and power. A bulky single-action revolver like the Colt 1860 is not a little worse than the classic double-action revolver of later generations, both in terms of aesthetics and ease of loading and unloading. Not to mention the power of the gun.

However, the production technology at this time did not have any difficulty in producing modern guns of the twentieth century, only the design was bad. Jacob knows a lot about modern firearms, especially classic firearms.

"When Sophie's affairs are dealt with, I apply for a patent. I have applied for all the basic patents for double-action revolvers and automatic firearms, and the patents for metal cartridges are in my hands...... To be a trust-like enterprise and monopolize the entire arms industry......"

It's just that Jacob also knows that capital has always been bloody, it has always been meant to eat people, and it is its nature to devour everything! Jacob is mentally prepared to face the counterattack of all the old forces, whether it is Colt, Remington, or Smith. In order to monopolize the entire arms market, Jacob did not hesitate to start a war. Anyway, for Jacob, everything here is nothing to him about.

And the impending Civil War, the American Civil War, is the perfect time for Jacob's arms to become famous.

It was early April 1860, almost a full year before the outbreak of the American Civil War. Although the time is very long, it is very short for the establishment of an arms factory, an arms factory that can participate in and intervene in the war situation on a large scale.

Where to build a factory?

Which forces are mainly supplied?

South?

Northern?

Or be a wall-riding pie?

It all took Jacob to think about it.

The most important point: how much does it cost to build a factory?

Jacob can get more than $30,000 for killing the Borgs, and $80,000 for Anthony Wade, the Hand of Death, adding up to about $112,000. I wonder if this money can be used to initially build a munitions factory?

The unconsciously rapid pull out of the gun in the hand simulates the stimulation and insertion of the gun, and the hand speed is getting faster and faster, almost so fast that you can't see the afterimage.

"Huh?"

Jacob's ears suddenly heard a sound of soot, and a dazed afterimage flashed out of the corner of his eye, so fast that Jacob thought it was his delusion, and thought it was the shadow of the wind blowing the branches. But Jacob's instincts told him that there were people!

"Bang-"

In an instant, Jacob's hands flashed subconsciously, the firelight exploded, and the smoke filled the air, and three bullets shot out with a gunshot.

"Hmph-"

There was a low and coquettish snort, and then the sound of the body falling to the ground sounded.

"Enemy attack!"

Eve ran out of the tent in disheveled clothes, holding a Remington double-barreled shotgun in her hand, pulling the bolt and aiming around for alert. Sophie was much calmer, and the tent didn't come out, but asked Jacob softly in the tent, "Jack, what's going on?"

"It's all right, just a beast scared away by my shot......"

Jacob looked thoughtfully in the direction in which the afterimage had disappeared.

Just now he just felt that someone was watching him, but he didn't feel the slightest danger. It can be seen that the comer has no intention of killing him. And the moment just now revealed that she was a woman, and she was also a young woman with a bewitching and light body.

When you think of Sophie saying that she had lost her clothes here, it's easy to guess the identity of the visitor.

She must be an Indian woman!

Even the Pomos!

The Pomo orphan who was exterminated by California Governor Peter Harderman Burnett!

It's just that Jacob doesn't know what part of this Indian woman was shot by those three shots just now?

However, I believe that it is not a fatal injury, but a minor injury. Because the Indian woman left so fast that Jacob smacked his tongue. Even the speed of Jacob's heyday in his previous life was not much different from that of this Indian woman.

That's almost a speed of more than 20 meters per second, which is equivalent to the speed of a car driving to more than 80 kilometers. It is more than three times the fastest speed in the world's 100-meter run. It is very difficult to know that every 0.01 second increase in the time of the 100-meter run is very difficult. And such a speed has long exceeded the physical limits of normal people. The physical fitness of people who can run at such a speed is definitely beyond that of ordinary people!

In his previous life, Jacob was able to run at such a speed because he practiced the national arts, and he had already broken the limits of the human body by training the national arts, and he could be called a land immortal. And Jacob never believed that there were Indians in this western world who were proficient in national arts. But if it weren't for the cultivation of national arts, how could she achieve such a speed with just her own innate conditions? Could it be that she also had a system that could increase the ability points of speed? Or did she have any other cultivation methods?

The world is full of wonders!

Or did the Indians really have their own unique cultivation system......

Jacob's mind was full of doubts.

"Is it really a beast? How can I hear a human voice? Or is it a woman screaming!"

Jacob had to admire Eve's ears for being sensitive and alert. It's just a veteran who is used to running the rivers and lakes!

"Go back and rest!"

Jacob stared at Eve's leaked spring light greedily, and said casually, "That's your hallucination! You must be dreaming! Okay, go back and rest!"

"Really?!"

Eve's tense nerves relaxed, and she scratched her head and looked at Jacob suspiciously, her eyes still full of doubt, and she muttered, "Really?!, but people never dream!, and my father said I was more alert than the best hound......"

"It's true!"

Jacob's answer was categorical. He looked at Eve, who was still staring in a daze, and said to himself, "Your father is right, you are really more alert than the hound!

"Go back and rest!"

Jacob didn't want Sophie to know that someone was watching. If Sophie knew, she probably wouldn't have had a good night's rest. Surely you will have to wake up all night in fear.

"Why don't I keep a vigil with you?"

Eve finally noticed Jacob's fiery gaze roaming over her chest and waist, as if she were standing naked in front of Jacob. A spring mood rose up, which made her soft all over, and her body unconsciously scratched her head and twisted into an S shape.

Or...... Come into the tent...... Let's keep vigil in our tents......"

Sao Rou's voice was delicate, and it seemed to be dripping water.

It's just that Jacob saw that Eve, who had always been hot and straightforward, suddenly turned into this kind of twisting and pinching woman, as if she had turned into a woman with soft fingers, and her heart suddenly became excited, and the fire in her body disappeared in an instant, and there was no more thought.