"I'm from Alabama, and I'm bringing my beloved banjo;

To rush to Louisiana, in order to find my love.

It rained heavily at night, but the weather was still dry.

The sun is blazing, but my heart is cold, Susanna, don't cry.

Oh, Susanna, don't cry for me.

I'm from Alabama, bring my beloved banjo ......"

On a gloomy night, on the quiet lakeside, Brandi seemed in a good mood while humming the familiar song "Oh, Susanna" as she carried her booty on horseback one by one.

Brandi has a serious collector's habit, and in the previous life, it was mainly reflected in the game, after all, as a social animal with little wealth, he could only release his nature in the game.

Take Red Dead Redemption 2 as an example, not only did he pocket all the items that he could buy or collect in the game, but he also spent a lot of time getting 100% of the game progress in a week, and in addition, he also explored all the content other than 100% game progress, such as animal types, game easter eggs, and so on.

He never cared how much time it took, as long as there were no extremely insurmountable difficulties that forced him to give up the game, then as long as there was something in the game, he would explore or collect it all.

Now, in this era of nearly a hundred years before the birth of the first game, Brandi occasionally looks back on the past, and always has a feeling of fear, fortunately, he has never been interested in krypton gold mobile games and online games, otherwise his temperament, the insignificant deposit in the bank card would have been emptied long ago.

However, after living in the snowy mountains of Ambarino for a year, Brandy's collecting habit seems to have been cooled down a lot by the perennial cold there, and it is not so serious, but this habit seems to have been deeply imprinted in the depths of his soul, and he may gradually become sensible, but it must not be changed.

Previously, passing by Minnie's men's clothing store in the snowy mountains, Brandi did not take everyone's weapons with him, but he still took the weapons of two legendary bounty hunters - John Ruth's Remington M1858 revolver and Marquis Warren's black and white Remington M1858 revolver.

Now, the revolver was stored by him in the storage compartment of the Valentine Hotel, because the revolver was seriously flawed in terms of construction, so Brandy did not intend to use it in actual combat, but only intended it as a collector's item; As for the two Remington revolvers, they were hidden behind his waist as his spare weapons.

And today, his harvest is even richer.

Not to mention the medicines, food, ammunition, etc., looted from the cultists, the findings from the three bounty hunters who lost their lives due to carelessness alone were enough to make Brandy happy for days.

The first is the three bounty hunters' matching guns, all three of them are equipped with Smith & Wyson No. 3 revolvers, which are different from the most common variant of the "Schofield" on the western market, and the No. 3 revolver of the three of them is an improved version of the design of the Schofield revolver and another derivative of the No. 3 revolver, the "Russian type", launched by Smith & Wesson in 1875, named the "Major Type". This modified No. 3 revolver in some respects was much better than its predecessors, making it more reliable in terms of performance and power.

Unfortunately, there were no special engravings and paints on these three Major No. 3 revolvers, which made them less collectible, and Brandi selected the best one of them to be in his pocket, ready to pair with the Schofield revolver found in the secret room of Valentine's Clinic.

In addition to this, a pull-bolt rifle held by one of the bounty hunters also caught Brandy's attention. This pull-bolt rifle is currently widely equipped with the Krag Jorgensen rifle in the U.S. Army, and in all aspects, it may be slightly inferior to the Mauser 98 bolt-action rifle that the eldest lady of the Cornish family loves.

However, Brandi's reason for facilitating it is not its advanced performance, but the gun's all-black body and unique white skull livery, which fully meets Brandi's current collection standards - collectibility and practicality, so Brandi did not hesitate to carry it on his back.

In addition to guns, these bounty hunters have many things that only bounty hunters can buy, such as reinforced lassoes that are thinner and easier to carry than ordinary ropes but are two or three times tougher, and the trapped beast ropes that they used on Obadia Feige before, which can immediately control the target's movement, etc., Brandi did not hesitate, and directly packed them all, and even took them away in a row.

One of his favorite bounty quests in the game, he knows very well that without these things, he can catch criminals, but he must admit that in many cases, these small objects can often make a big difference.

As for the other guns that were not taken by Brandy, he originally wanted to move them all away, although it was cumbersome, but he could directly turn these guns into cash in Valentine Town, and the owner of the gun shop was very willing to buy these guns.

It's not clear whether he bought the guns for commercial or private purposes, but what does it matter? Where there is demand, there will naturally be supply, this is the basic law of a business, and Brandi will naturally not let go of this opportunity to make money.

Therefore, Brandy sold all the guns that he had collected when he was in the snowy mountains some time ago, and to his surprise, a total of a dozen guns were sold for nearly three hundred dollars. At that moment, Brandi finally understood why the arms business was one of the most profitable businesses in the world.

However, today there was already a man worth three hundred dollars on his back, which was two or three times wider than the other horses, so that he could not take all the guns with him, and Brandi had to pick and choose, and chose six or seven of the best quality rolls together and put them on horseback, and roughly calculated, he could probably sell them for one or two hundred dollars, and then he saw how he could bargain with the fox as shrewd boss.

Speaking of the biggest takeaway of the day, the prisoner named Obadiah Feiqi had fallen into a coma at this time, and there were still a lot of blood stains on his nose, apparently he had been beaten unconscious.

And that's exactly what happened, before, when Brandi was looting for loot, he was lying on the beach, wriggling and struggling like a maggot, while shouting some inexplicable words, what judgment, what crime, what the end of the world, etc., of course, it also greeted Brandi's relatives with guns and sticks, and insulted Brandi's personality, so Brandi kicked him in front of him very simply, ending the cultist's noise.

After packing up the loot and putting the bounty on horseback, Brandi was ready to leave.

Suddenly, there was a clanging sound in the hut built on the shore of the lake, which had been named Jill's Landing.

The sound was fleeting, and if it weren't for Brandy's proximity to the cabin at this time, he wouldn't even notice it.

Brandi immediately became alert. In this case, it usually only means one thing, and that is that there are other people in the room.

He immediately pulled his usual revolver from his waist, wrenched his hammer vigilantly, and tiptoed to the door.

He knocked on the door twice, but received no reply, so he kicked the door open at once, raised his gun to observe the situation in the room, and without looking twice, he knew that his speculation was indeed correct, but the reality was slightly different from what he had imagined.

The hut was in a mess, I don't know if the original owner was not a particular person, or because the bodies outside the house were cooler than the lake.

On the walls of the hut, a variety of fish specimens are hung.

These specimens cover almost most of the world's species of fish, and what they have in common is that their physique is beyond the normal range, such as tuna, which is almost as tall as a human, trout, which weighs more than 10 kilograms even if it is hollowed out to make a specimen, and sunfish the size of a human face, etc., without exception, are all rare treasures that are difficult to find.

On the floor, a man with his mouth gagged and tied up by a big flower struggled as hard as he could. Brandi hurriedly put away the pistol and stepped forward to help the man get out of the restraints.

"Oh my God, I'm free at last, my hands are about to break, and I'm almost suffocating," the man got up from the ground, and grumbled loudly as he moved his aching wrists, and he stretched his body a little, and then took Brandy's hand, shook it twice, and said, "Oh, thank you, sir, you saved my life, those madmen, oh my God, their brains are worse than the brains of a fish." ”

"You ought to thank yourself, sir," said Brandy, "and if it hadn't been for the noise you made to attract my attention, I wouldn't have discovered that there was a man hiding in this room." ”

"Oh yes, it's like a little fish that bites a hook has to struggle a few times to prove it's still on the hook." The man was always telling strange metaphors, which made Brandi a little confused.

The man let go of the hands holding Brandy, turned around, lit a kerosene lamp, looked around his room, and said, "It's okay, it's okay, my specimen is not lost, thank God, these madmen only know how to be crazy, but they can't make out what is really valuable." ”

"You mean these specimens?" Brandi asked.

"Of course," the man nodded, "they're all treasures of the world. ”

"I'll admit it, but are they really valuable?" Brandi was a little confused.

The man looked at Brandi with some confusion and said, "Haven't you heard of me?" ”

Brandi was even more confused: "Isn't this the first time we've met?" ”

"Oh, well, then, first meeting, friend, my name is Jeremy Gill," the man reached out again, shook Brandy's hand, and said, "And now?" Still not impressed? ”

"I really haven't heard of that name." Brandi smiled apologetically.

"I'm the most famous angler in the world," Jeremy Gill said, with some excitement from Brandy's frustration at his ignorance of his ignorance, as he picked up a thick book and a brief from the table next to him, "You see, this is a report in the New Hanover Gazette, but it was a few years ago, and this, this is my book, I wrote it." ”

Brandi had some impression in his mind at this time, and said, "Oh! I do seem to have seen your article in a recent newspaper! ”

"Aha!" Jeremy rejoiced, "Look, I'll just say, I'm the most famous angler in the world, and it's a pleasure to meet you, sir." ”

"Me too," Brandi nodded, and gave his name as well, "Brandi." ”

"Let me think about how I can repay you," Jeremy said as he paced, "either I'll sign you or take a picture with you, like a real friend." ”

Brandi didn't know how to pick up the stubble, so he could only smile awkwardly but politely.

Jeremy continued, "Of course, I can also send you one of my specimens, each of which is worth at least fifty dollars, and is very rare and definitely collectible." ”

"Well, to be honest, I don't really want any of that." Brandy's smile was still awkward.

"Really?" Jeremy said, "You know, those mothers often introduce their daughters to me. ”

"Just for a picture?"

"Ahaha," Jeremy smiled heartily, "no, to make me their son-in-law." ”

He waved his hand, as if to show some firm determination of his own, and said, "However, I have refused, because the fish is my lifelong companion." ”

Brandi scratched his nose and said, "Looks like your income must be good, right?" ”

"Very good, sir, very good," said Jeremy, who suddenly seemed to remember something, took some money out of the cupboard drawer, "and by the way, since you don't want any of those things, I think the money should help you buy some of the things you want." ”

Brandi took the money, nodded, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Jill, I hope that the next time we meet, you are not tied up." ”

"Aha, next time we meet, I'll catch a big fish like never before and make a gift for you," Jeremy smiled heartily, but soon, he was annoyed again, "Alas, but I don't have enough time to fish now, I have to write articles for the newspaper and prepare my new book, but to be honest, the business of selling specimens is really profitable, and it is more profitable than writing articles for the newspaper." ”

"Then you can completely refuse the newspaper's request." Brandi said.

"In that case, my reputation will stink, and my taxidermy business, my books, will be ruined," Jeremy said with some annoyance, "The way of the world is like this, sir, for people like me, the inside is important, but the face is often more important than the inside, and without the outside layer, no matter how good the inside is, no one cares about it." ”

"Well, I think I can help you," said Brandy, "and you see, I'm a bounty hunter, and my job is to run around in the wilderness every day, and I know a thing or two when it comes to fishing." ”

"Oh? Are you sure? That's great," Jeremy said, "in that case, you can help me fish, and then send it to me, of course, I don't want an ordinary fish, at least sixty centimeters in length, and at least five kilograms in mass, I don't want to be thought that I can only catch a few small fish, I want them to know that this man has been fighting the god of the sea all year round, and he is an absolute victor." ”

"It's really hard to find," Brandi nodded, "but I'll do my best." ”

"That's great, that's great," Jeremy said, holding out a map and a card, handing it to Brandy, "here's my business card, and when the time comes, you can just send me the fish at the address above, it's a map that shows all the big fish in the nearby waters that I know." ”

Brandi put away the map and business card and said, "Well, I hope you can save your life before I send you all the fish." ”

"Don't worry, sir, I've generally had pretty good luck," said Jeremy, "and by the way, it's a deal between the two of us, so everything you do will pay off." ”

"Aha, thank you then, boss." Brandi smiled and left the cabin.

Outside, Obadia Feige had woken up from his coma, perhaps because he had been placed on a horse, and the blood was pooling in his head, making him gasp, or perhaps because his nose was still aching after being kicked off, he didn't make the same noise as before, but just looked at Brandi with hatred.

"Just look, Mr. Feige," laughed Brandy, "and you'd better look at this beautiful world again, for after all, the days you can see are numbered." ”

The night sky had cleared and the fog had cleared, but the starry sky was gone, and the east was gradually whitening, and the young man on a huge black horse was far away against the coming morning light.