"Finally dealt with this eldest lady."

Brandi gently wiped the dust and sweat from his cheeks, and the giant horse under his crotch walked leisurely on the road crushed by thousands of horses' hooves and wheels.

At this point, the sunset has disappeared at the end of the horizon, and the remnants of the sunset will be swallowed up by the night.

"Although there are a lot of complicated ingredients, at least this time the benefits are considerable," Brandi touched the check on his waist and thought to himself, "I really deserve to be the daughter of a capitalist, and the big family is really easy to slaughter, and I can cheat so much money with a gun." ”

"As for the promise of the Cornish family......" Brandi thought to himself with some amusement as he clamped the horse's belly between his feet, "for a capitalist, even one of his hairs can be sold for a sky-high price, but only his promise will never be worth a penny." ”

"Whether it works or not depends on whether this Lily Cornwall is stupid enough."

At this moment, Brandy heard an old voice not far away:

"Please minister to the old man...... Lao Suo will minister to you......"

Brandy followed the prestige and saw a scruffy, tattered-clad old man with a tattered cane, standing tremblingly on the side of the road, holding a small iron bowl in his right hand, begging from passers-by, if there was anyone at all.

Brandi knows that this old man is an NPC suspected of having prophetic abilities in the game, and whenever Arthur or John gives him alms, he will always say words similar to prophecy, and his words always confirm the current situation and ending of the character, intentionally or unintentionally.

Brandy slapped his horse and hurried a few steps to the old man. The old man seemed to sense something, and showed Brandy the dirty, rotten little broken bowl in his hand, and said, "Please help the old man, merciful sir." ”

"I wonder what kind of character he is in this world? Ordinary old man? Or a great prophet? With that in mind, Brandy threw a one-dollar coin at the old man.

"Thou art bright on the surface, but thou art rooted in darkness, and though thou art in darkness, thy heart is toward the light," said the old man tremblingly, "forgive thy shallowness and inability to peep into thy future hidden in the mist, but thou shalt know that thou art now entangled in two poisonous snakes, one grey and one black, and if thou look back and look at it as you walk, you will gain something." ”

"Sure enough, it's a bunch of inexplicable nonsense." Brandi knew that what the old man said was similar to a verse, but he did not understand the true meaning of it, so he finally thanked him and rode away.

As the giant horse drifted away, the old man turned his head to look in the direction where Brandy had gone, sighed softly, and muttered, "The one who breaks the game is finally fascinated by the game." How difficult is it to reverse the fate that has been set? It's been a hundred years, but it's just one death, but it's just one death......"

The old man sighed, and with a pair of swarthy feet bare, he slowly walked on the green grassy land, step by step, and slowly disappeared on the horizon.

Valentine outskirts, near Fort Hill.

The town on the other side of the railway is like a star, slowly brightening up as night falls.

Brandi looked at this star of civilization standing on the grassland from afar, and only felt that the wind at night blew the hem of his suit, which made him feel very independent.

"It's a pity, it's just a horse, and in this era, you can't do horse-borne audio," Brandi said to himself, patting the neck of the giant horse under his crotch, "Da Li, how nice it would be if you were a black supercar, the current artistic conception, if it is accompanied by a melancholy song, won't the petty bourgeoisie rise?" ”

The pitch-black Sharma, whom Brandi named "Da Li", snorted and shook his head, indicating that he did not understand his master's strange words.

The wind changed direction and blew from behind, blowing the hem of his clothes to the front, and the sound of the wind to Brandy's ears was accompanied by the unfamiliar sound of horses' hooves.

The sound of horses' hooves was soft, but the accompanying rattle of the guns swaying revealed a strong sense of malice.

The horse's head was turned, the gun was held in his hand, the world began to turn scarlet, and in the distant mountains, three horseback riding figures that were particularly visible against the gray scarlet background appeared in Brandy's field of vision.

Gunshots rang out.

The first shot pierced the throat of a man, and blood gushed out like a spring, and the man subconsciously covered his wound and fell off his horse, twitching twice on the ground, and did not move.

The second shot cut off half of the other man's skull, and the horse under his crotch was frightened by the sound of the gunshot, and turned his head and ran away desperately, and its dead owner was dragged by it for more than ten meters before it completely got off the saddle, and the green grass was soaked in bright red blood with a blood-colored trace.

The third shot struck the mount of the last man's crotch, and the tall horse fell to the ground with blood from its nose and mouth, and its skull shattered, and its owner stumbled to his feet and fled in panic.

"Run?"

Brandi sneered, and the carbine that had just been put down was raised again, but the scarlet world only appeared for a moment before disappearing.

"Gan!"

The tearing pain instantly filled Brandy's brain, as if a sharp axe was about to split his whole body in half from head to toe, so much so that he had to put the gun down.

But Brandi was still not reconciled. He had never spared an enemy since he began to mingle in this way, and he pulled out the revolver at his waist in pain, and because he could not concentrate, he could only shoot in the general direction.

Six gunshots rang out through the grasslands.

Brandy's other hand fumbled through the saddle bag, and at last he felt the familiar outline of the bottle of snake oil, and after a mouthful of snake oil, his spirit immediately recovered a lot.

"Damn it!" Brandi didn't need to look much to know that the guy who had been knocked off his horse had already escaped, after all, he was only blind and the accuracy rate in that situation was less than half of his usual rate.

However, he felt annoyed, not because he had let go of a person who might be damned, but because his Death Eye's persistence was too poor.

Although Brandi is now very proficient in the use of the Eye of Death, the poor durability is still a very serious shortcoming for him, and if he wants to make up for this shortcoming, he must either drink snake oil as water and chew tobacco as food during battle, or he must find ways to improve his durability.

"Although from the current point of view, the attributes of the supply supplement seem to be similar to those in the game, but it is still uncertain whether there will be changes in other aspects," Brandi pondered, "If you want to improve the three major attributes of life, physical strength, and the eye of death, in addition to regular exercise related to them, special supplements can also improve the attributes, but unfortunately I haven't found it until now, and even if I do, I don't know if I can improve the attributes......"

Brandi thought as he spun around his horse's head and walked slowly along the road towards Valentine.

He didn't notice the green scarves on the two corpses left behind.

Valentine Post Office.

Ben Rosen was already off work, but he persuaded his colleagues who had come to take over his shift, and he continued to work hard, feeling that he didn't drink as much coffee in a year as he did today.

He is waiting for someone who is very important to him, and if this person does not come today, then, his expectations will also be disappointed.

Suddenly, the door of the post office was violently slammed open, and a dusty figure in a suit appeared at the door.

Ben Rosen recognized the man almost instantly, and he immediately ran out of his office, with a little joy and a little worry in his excited tone: "Mr. Billy, you're finally back!" How's the catch? ”

"You kid," Brandi said, gesturing at Ben Rosen as he walked to his office and picked up the coffee pot and poured his coffee, "you almost killed me, do you know?" ”

"I ...... I ...... "Ben Rosen was hesitant and didn't dare to say much."

Brandi took a sip of coffee and said, "Do you know how many gunners and how many heavy machine guns that old Cornish thing had arranged for that trip?" Are you crazy about money, TMD let Lao Tzu die alone? ”

"You...... Aren't you back in a good way? Ben Rosen smirked.

"Half-life was almost there." Brandi said angrily.

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back," Ben Rosen smiled more flatteringly, "it's ...... The benefits of this trip ......"

Brandi glanced at Ben Rosen, slapped three hundred-dollar bills directly into his hand, and said: "I warn you, the next news must be accurate, how many guards, what equipment configuration, you must give me a clear explanation, if there is a similar situation in the future, I will destroy your dog's head first." ”

Ben Rosen saw the three green bills, and if he hadn't had limited energy, he would have jumped through the ceiling at once. He agreed to Brandi's request with a smile as he pocketed the money as if he had won millions of dollars in the lottery ticket.

Brandi shook her head helplessly. However, he also understood very well how much $300 was for the average American worker in this era.

A dozen miles outside the town of Valentine, a six-point wooden house.

This is one of the hideouts of the Odrysco gang in the Heart of the Earth, due to its proximity to Valentine and its secluded location, which makes it easy for the gang to develop in Valentine and the Heart of the Earth, so Colm Odrysco temporarily used this as the gang's base camp and stationed the core team of the gang here.

At this time, he was lying alone on the bed in the wooden house, muffling on the high-end cigars he had looted, while closing his eyes slightly, as if he was resting and waiting.

At this time, there was a panicked footstep outside the door, and immediately after, the door was slammed open, and an embarrassed man broke in, entered the door, and did not speak, just kept panting.

"What's the situation? What about two others? Colm asked, keeping his previous form.

"Dead," said the intruder, "all dead." ”

Colm slowly opened his eyes and said, "Tell me more." ”

"We followed him all the way from the Cornish coal tar factory and were spotted by him near Fort Hill," said the member of the Odrisko gang who reported it, gasping for breath in fear, "Damn, that bastard is such a good marksman, I got shot in the head from my horse, and I ran all the way to get my life, old Ned, and Henry, died without saying a word." ”

"You didn't follow him?" Colm asked slowly.

"No, I don't know why, I seem to hear him shoot me several times after I fell off my horse, but I missed all of them."

"It seems that this man's ability has come to this extent," Colm thought for a moment, and said, "go out, drink a drink to suppress the shock, the brothers have just snatched a few women, and go and release the pressure." ”

"Yes, Boss."

After his men left, Colm sat up from the bed, turned his head, and looked at a photograph on the bedside table, in which four young men were smiling innocently, standing side by side under a large tree, one of whom was vaguely recognizable as Colm Odrysco.

Colm looked at the man in the photo who was smiling boldly and happily with a beautiful woman in his arms, and muttered: "A young man with marksmanship like a god and a gun like electricity, the most important thing is that this style is very similar to you, so you say, what should I think of this damn rising star, Ducky van der Linde?" ”