In the dark streets, the snow lights shine through, and the tall off-road vehicles roar and splash the throttle. Behind it, the same roaring throttle Maybach was in hot pursuit, and the distance between the two sides grew closer as time went on.

Chen Motong in the driver's seat squinted and shot and smashed the rearview mirrors on both sides, and the Maybach in the back turned on the high beams directly in order to interfere with her, and now the rainstorm outside has reduced the visibility of the surroundings to an incredible level, but the lights behind it still have a lot of impact on her.

Without the glare of the lights, she put all her energy on the front. She was now driving at a speed of more than 100 kilometers per hour, which was too dangerous in a place where there were all kinds of shops on both sides of the road, not to mention that the road was still full of water.

However, because of the heavy rain, there are no pedestrians or vehicles on the road, otherwise at their current speed, it would be a matter of time before there would have been an accident.

She herself understands this, but even at this speed, it seems that even at this speed, the Maybach is still following her closely, still following her with ease, and eating her up.

It is also fortunate that Shao Yifeng has made some modifications to this car that are expressly prohibited by traffic rules, otherwise if it is still the previous Ferrari, whether it can escape in front of the Maybach is not to mention, just the low body, whether it can continue to run on the waterlogged road is another matter.

Her brain was racing at high speed, and her mind was calculating the road information she had inadvertently jotted down while out with Susie, looking for a place to get out of the situation.

Thoughts raced, and soon, a dilapidated highway suddenly flashed through her mind.

It was a place where she and Susie were bored, an abandoned factory owned by the Media Asia Group, which was once one of the leading coastal enterprises but has now run away.

Because it is sparsely populated and in disrepair, the highway that used to be bustled there has now been abandoned for an unknown amount of time. The potholed, rough road allowed them to stray their Ferrari for a while, waiting for the trailer to wobbly come over before leaving.

Thinking carefully about the road conditions there, Chen Motong felt that it was not a problem for the G55 under the seat to pass, but it was difficult to say about the Maybach behind.

Having made up her mind, she took control of the steering wheel and found the Regent Hotel, which was still lit even in the darkness of the city with a power outage. She used it as a reference and headed towards the location of the factory in her memory.

The Maybach behind her didn't know what she was thinking, but whatever she wanted to do, it wouldn't allow it.

The Maybach was unmanned in the driver's seat, without any weight-bearing throttle being stepped on, and the equally uncontrolled steering wheel slammed in the direction, overtaking the tall off-road vehicle in front of it in a position that would have destroyed the car if it made a mistake in the gap between the corners, and gained the leading position.

The gap between the Maybach and the G55 is not something that can be equaled by some self-righteous modifications. The Maybach, which had not gone all out in the previous chase, now began to exert its strength to quickly overtake the G55, trying to force Chen Motong into the path it wanted.

Chen Motong, who watched himself being surpassed, gritted his teeth, he was stabbed before, and his right foot that had not had time to be bandaged stepped on the brake, and at the same time, the steering wheel was also hit by her to the side.

On the road, the body of the G55 turned sideways, because the speed was too fast, and the body on one side was slightly cocked, as if it would roll over at any time. In the end, though, the body steady.

Ignoring the wound cracking open his bleeding right foot again, Chen Motong stabilized the body in the opposite direction and ran away from the road he came from.

Behind her, the same Maybach continued to follow a little later, this time, as if it did not have the patience before, it directly accelerated with the front of the car against the rear of the G55, and pushed the G55 in front of it with the accelerator to the end.

Chen Motong, who hadn't been able to react, hurriedly raised the speed of the car and reluctantly got out of Maybach's control.

However, the means of Maybach, which has run out of patience, are just beginning.

……

Menek felt that the rain was a little lighter at the moment.

It's not that the huge waterspout in front of them is condensing water droplets, but that the storm that doesn't seem to stop just now is really decreasing.

The thunder that had been raging just now had also stopped, and only a few bolts of lightning appeared in the dark clouds. The heavy rain that originally blocked the view gradually decreased, leaving only a few light rains still symbolically falling.

"What a ......," Menek said, looking into the distance where the girl had left, and the thunder and rain seemed to be chasing her, and began to disappear after she left.

In the distance, like a suburb, the long-lost lights came back on, and like a spark on fire, it continued to push this way. The city, which had been silent for a while, came back to life.

Also noticing these changes was the dragon in the waterspout, who looked up from the eye of the waterspout storm at the sky where the clouds were fading, and the waning moon reflected on her bright eyes.

There was a commotion on the other side of the auditorium, and the people in the hall who found that the rain had already lightened wanted to come out in a hurry, but there was still a drizzle of rain blocking their tracks, but it would not be long.

The two sides who were still facing each other on the roof of the school building knew that their battle had to end.

Menek turned around and nodded to Lu Shanhiko, neither the Noble Phantasm brought by the Heroic Spirit fused with him, nor the Noble Phantasm sublimated by his own Word Spirit, could not cope with the current situation.

Although he is confident that he will not lose to the other party if he fights for a long time, it is better to fight quickly in such a situation where he is about to be exposed.

Lu Shanyan, who understood what he meant, nodded, put away his two guns, and slightly grasped the grip of the pitch-black revolver that had never been pulled out.

His golden eyes lit up, and the dragon's blood, which had not been used for a long time, flowed through his body. The power of the two different systems blended in his body, and the magic and dragon blood together provided him with great power.

Without further hesitation, he quickly pulled out the revolver.

……

In the autumn of 1893, in the Kassel manor somewhere in Hamburg, Germany, not long after joining the club, Lu Shanyan, who had not completely faded his youthful childishness at the moment, wore a somewhat awkward suit and a top hat that matched his temperament and looked at the man sitting behind the gorgeous long table in front of him.

Elegant and wild, rational but juvenile...... This is a man with a lion in his heart. This is how he evaluated the aristocratic man in front of him, who was similar in age to him.

"I'm sorry to call you so late, Yamahiko." In order to take care of him, the other party greeted him in the English he had learned not long ago.

"Good evening, Mr. Cassel." The other party seems to be really a nobleman, although Lu Shanyan himself is also an official robe, and has the official position of military attache in the Qing Dynasty, but for this group of powers, this does not seem to be a reason for him to call them by their names.

"Don't be so inhibited, Yamahiko, just call me Menek." The man named Menek Cassel smiled at him, "I said that we are the same kind, and you must have felt it yourself, and the feeling when you get along with us is not the same as the feeling when you are with ordinary people, right?" ”

Lu Shanyan, who understood what the other party was talking about, nodded cooperatively, but in his heart he was thinking about Lord Li's entrustment to him when he went to the ocean. The Qing Dynasty was in desperate need of artillery and ironclad ships, and the German nobles in front of him and the Deutsche Bank behind him were the first people to help them, which was also the reason why he, a Chinese citizen, was mixed in with this group of Westerners.

"Well, it looks like we're getting a little bored about our topic." Menek saw the absent-mindedness of the man in front of him.

"No, I just ...... Some are not used to it. Lu Shanyan explained, and at the same time moved his body tightly in the dress.

"Ahh......h

Then he took off the dress that was not too much different from Lu Shanyan, and threw it aside without a noble demeanor at all. After that, he leaned back on the chair even more rudely, like a child without parental supervision.

He was half-lying like this, and said with a relaxed expression: "Actually, I don't like to sit honestly like this. It reminds me of the time when they used to ask an artist to paint me and let me sit motionless for hours. You know, even for us, it's a bit of a strong man's job. And it's been so many years, and they still keep records in this way......"

It wasn't until a long time later, when the two became acquainted, that Lu Shanyan realized that for Menek, the camera was not something to be remembered, and he was referring to the power of "technology", including the camera. In the same way, this is what Lu Shanyan himself has been looking for.

However, the two of them, who had only known each other for a long time at this moment, naturally did not understand that level, but Menek's performance of letting go of the burden won Lu Shanyan's favor and trust. He himself unconsciously became in the same relaxed state as Menek.

After a long time, a mahogany box was pushed in front of Lu Shanhiko.

"What is this?" With his hands on the box, Lu Shanyan asked.

"Didn't you complain about the lack of bullets before?" Menek motioned for him to open the case, "I asked the mechanic to make this special for you, it has a maximum reload of 20 rounds, and the two together are 40 rounds, enough for you, right?" ”

Lu Shanyan, who was stroking the silver spear, did not speak, but his happy expression at the moment also showed his love for this new weapon.

After playing enough, he looked at Menek and said, "Give me this thing, do you have anything you want me to do?" ”

"There's something you can do that you probably need your help with." Menek nodded, handing over a photograph.

The black-and-white photograph shows a young man dressed as a cowboy wearing a top hat and playing croquet with his companions, looking harmless.

…… People who saw it at first glance might think so, but Lu Shanyan, who understood who he was, frowned suspiciously.

"William Bonney, the name may be a little unfamiliar. But Billy the Kid is a big name, I'm afraid some people will have an impression, right? Especially for those of you who like to use guns. Meneke said.

"How could you not know that his performance in the Lincolnshire War can be said to have shocked many people's jaws. You guys...... Haven't we ever suspected that he was his own kind and paid attention to him? Lu Shanyan nodded and said.

Then he said questioningly, "But why are you suddenly paying attention to this person who has been dead for more than ten years?"

"It's not that I want to pay attention to ......," Menek said, handing over another piece of information, "The telegram from the people in the United States, let's take a look at it first." ”

Unfolding this telegram from the New World, Lu Shanyan's originally slightly furrowed brow relaxed. He looked a little excited and said, "He's not dead yet!" Did he escape the pursuit of those detectives? ”

"Don't get excited." Menek said to Lu Shanhiko, who was excited in front of him, "I know that for you who play with guns, it is cool to find a good opponent and prove that you are strong, but it is still unclear whether this guy who calls himself 'Billy the Kid' fakes his death and escapes the pursuit, or whether he is simply an imitation of an idol." ”

Lu Shanyan, who understood what was going on, asked, "So you want me to go to him?" ”

Menek nodded: "Yes, as top gunslingers, I think you will have a lot of common language. ”

Lu Shanyan nodded, and took over the task.

Seeing him nod, Menek said his plan: "In our plan, you will represent the Kassel family and Deutsche Bank to invest in gold mines in the United States......"

The teenager in denim clothes fell to the ground hard, and the Colt M1877 dual-action revolver that he had finally taken out of the family in his hand also fell to the ground in the same embarrassment as him, and was picked up by the figure wearing a long trench coat and a top hat in front of him.

"Good gun, but not something you can play with." Lu Shanyan looked at the boy in front of him, who was no more than fifteen years old at most, and understood that the news that Menek showed him about punishing evil and promoting good after his resurrection was probably made by him.

"You're cheating!" The cowboy boy who was still lying on the ground pointed at him and shouted, "Your gun doesn't meet the specifications of a cowboy showdown at all!" ”

Lu Shanyan ignored the young man, but sighed in his heart. He didn't understand that he had come here in the past few months to accompany his children?

A boy named Ange, who was currently following Menek's attention, was nothing more than a fanatic of the so-called "cowboy showdown" game. Although he seems to be quite capable, he is only a child. I still have great expectations for this trip.

Seeing that Lu Shanyan didn't react, and was still playing with the love gun of the family elders before his death, the young man's emotions began to get excited, and the golden intent in his eyes gradually emerged.

This is? Lu Shanyan, who saw the boy's changes, was overjoyed, maybe he wasn't just here to play.

Just thinking that this trip was not without gain, he heard the movement of many people gathering outside.

"Henkel, apologize to Mr. Secret." A middle-aged man dressed as a cowboy like a teenager walked in and said to the teenager on the ground who seemed to be playing tricks.

As if frightened by the name of the "secret party", the boy named Henkel stood up under the scolding of the middle-aged man and said to Lu Shanyan that he couldn't hear without words.

The middle-aged man pressed Henkel's head and made him lower his head, and said to Lu Shanyan: "The younger generation of the family is messing around, I'm sorry to cause trouble to the gentleman from the secret party 'Lionheart'." ”

The young man lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, at the mercy of the family elders, but from his clenched fists, it could be known that he was very unwilling at the moment.

American mulatto? Lu Shanyan, who was slightly vigilant, remembered what Menek said about being careful of the mixed-race families who immigrated to the United States, and being careful that they were the first to take the lead and cut off people.

Now it seems that Menek's worries were completely unfounded. The other party doesn't need to cut off the beard at all...... That's their own people. On the way back, Lu Shanyan thought regretfully.

A sneaky figure in the distance drew his attention, the figure with two long braids and red paint on his cheeks that didn't look like he was going to do something good.

The hand under the trench coat held the revolver, and although Lu Shanyan hated the chattering and arrogant businessmen around him, he would not sit idly by and watch him die in front of him like this.

Until...... He saw the gold in the girl's eyes.

------Off topic------

Killing the fox sank...... And the one-in-eighth chance of the lucky bag is also thundering, and I am tired.

Now only Maeve of her choice can give some comfort...... (However, it was chosen for her four fortified stones)

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