"Bang!"

Another shot rang out.

Todd, who leaped up from the edge of the cliff, burst into a clump of blood on the back of his head.

Then, like a stone, it fell silently into the river.

The cliff blocked his falling figure, and the turtledove shook his head with some regret.

It's like an artist crafting a piece of art, only to be ruined when it's finished.

I feel so distressed that I can only regret it.

Alas!

He sighed slightly.

Down the hillside, the white man holding Aemond looked up blankly.

Everything happened so fast!

His dearest companion, Aemond, was dead, but his body was still hot. Before he could say the last thing he missed, it was already over.

Although, the reload time is long.

But he felt like a moment had passed.

"Aemond!" He wept and closed his eyes for his partner in his arms.

Then he dropped the gun and slowly raised his hands.

"I surrender!"

"My name is Harrison Vanderbilt!"

"My uncle, it's Mr. Cornelius Vanderbilt!"

……

Who is Cornelius Vanderbilt?

In the mid-19th century, this Gilded Age that belonged to America, Vanderbilt was the jewel in the crown of American commerce!

Two words can introduce this person clearly: the richest man!

To put it in more detail: in the middle of the 19th century, the king of shipping and railroads in the Americas!

Famous Rockefeller, Carnegie, DuPont, Morgan...... These people are still hairy boys, and in front of Vanderbilt, they are like a small Baotao seller looking at Jack-Ma.

Across the American continent, some people may not even know who Washington is.

But they must have heard of the name 'Vanderbilt'.

It's like in a world 200 years from now, not everyone knows who the president is, but they must have heard the name Bill Gates.

Cornelius Vanderbilt had two sons and eight daughters, and a large family. Although he was born poor, this did not prevent him from having many relatives after becoming famous.

In the context of the beginning of the great migration era known as the 'Westward Movement', this ambitious shipping king inevitably extended his tentacles deep into the west.

And this Harrison Vanderbilt was appointed by the king of shipping to explore the west.

……

"Don't kill him! Don't kill him! ”

The beaver jumped out from behind the rocks. He hurriedly gestured to the turtledove, and said busily, "Stop! Stop it! He has already surrendered! ”

"Why?" Turtledove asked.

"Turtledove! This is a Vanderbilt! ”

"Oh?"

"If we can send him to New York, we'll get at least $10,000 back — no! And even more! ”

Seeing that the turtledove seemed a little unmoved, the beaver hurriedly said, "Even if we don't send him to New York, we only need to take him to the militia camp, and we can get a big reward——"

The beaver seemed to have something in mind, perhaps because he felt that the militia battalion might not be so reliable. So he added: "-We can negotiate with him first, and let him send someone to deliver the ransom--Turtledove, you listen to me!" I'll go talk to him! ”

"Turtledove! This is our treasure! ”

The beaver ran towards Harrison.

The turtledove slowly and methodically loaded the bullet into the chamber and pressed it down.

Jumped off the bullet-riddled rocks at his feet.

The Windsor rifle is really a good gun, and after so many consecutive shots, the performance is still so consistent.

Turtledoves are judged by the dotted line in their line of sight.

It was the trajectory of the bullet, and from the first shot to the last, the trajectory barely changed.

It seems that with good care in the future, it can even be used for decades.

……

"I surrender!" Harrison Vanderbilt raised his hands and stood up.

"Hahaha!" The beaver laughed and approached him.

The beaver reached out to pat the captive on the shoulder, and the captive turned sideways in disgust, avoiding the beaver's palm.

"I have only one request—" Harrison said.

"Tell me about it!" The beaver said quickly. The two hands rubbed together a little awkwardly.

"—bury Aemond for me!" Harrison said.

The beaver was stunned for a moment. However, he quickly reacted and said, "No problem! No problem! No problem at all! ”

White people are really weird.

Some people like mares, some people like.

But in the beaver's opinion, it doesn't matter.

USD, PESO, GBP, RUB ...... As long as you have money, you can like anything.

"I can pay the ransom for myself!" Harrison said.

"How much money are you going to pay?" The beaver thinks this white man is really a good person, refreshing!

"Five thousand dollars, I suppose, should satisfy you."

"No, no, no, that's not enough!" The beaver blossomed and laughed.

"Then ...... Six thousand? Harrison laughed.

Although he was a captive a few seconds ago, he looked so confident that he didn't see that he was a captive at all.

Harrison Vanderbilt knows the power of money.

"A Vanderbilt wouldn't be that cheap!" Beaver said.

"So, Indians, how much do you hope?" Harrison asked.

The beaver saw Harrison's smile, which made him slightly uncomfortable.

Just like Sergeant Scott looked at him.

But beavers don't get along with money.

He thought about it again and again, for fear that he would shout too high and frighten this 'treasure'. It wouldn't be good if this Vanderbilt fish the net was broken.

"At least twenty thousand!" The beaver uttered a bold number. "Dollars!"

He doesn't want pesos!

The peso is not as good as the dollar!

"Yes!" Harrison hesitated, then agreed.

He could have hesitated a little longer, so that the opponent in front of him would not think that it would be too easy, and maybe he would have taken the opportunity to raise the price again.

But an Indian......

Harrison would rather pay a little more than say so much to an Indian! Dirty Indians! Stupid Indians!

"Haha...... Hahaha......", the beaver laughed.

"Turtledove! He agreed! ”

"Twenty thousand dollars!"

"Turtledove, we're rich!" The beaver shouted happily, "We have made a fortune!" ”