Chapter 2271: Money Cars and Mercenaries

Strangulation became the favorite long coat of western cowboys back then. The magic floating cloak was reduced and turned into a large red scarf around the neck. Then Su Ming thought for a while, and let the symbiote come with a trick of'symbiosis horse'. Then he stretched out his hand to the side Bobo, motioning him to come up.

"..." The orangutan detective watched the black mud surging on the death knell, and between his legs a picture of a horse lifting a person appeared between his legs, and shook his head speechlessly.

But he stretched out his hand and was picked up by the mercenary, and then he was hidden in the windbreaker.

"We are not sure how far this dream has progressed. Flying to the town with great fanfare will definitely not work. Let's ride in and see the situation." Su Ming explained to him, and then he didn't need any operations. Strangulation began to run wild. Get up: "Actually, go to negotiate terms with the holy killer."

Bobo shrank in his death knell, his little paw clutched the lining of his coat tightly: "I have never heard of this man. Are you sure he can help us deal with the laughing bat?"

"He doesn't exist in the main multiplicity, but I'm pretty sure that his abilities can be used there, just like in Zha Kang's situation." The wind whizzing past his ears was wrapped in gray gravel, like sandpaper. As he rubbed his death knell face, he lowered his head and explained to the apes in his arms.

I can’t elaborate on the whole thing. I can’t say that the existence of Zakang, Heaven and Hell, Holy Killer, and the endless family were formerly of V. Later, the Vertigo comics were acquired by DC, and the two universes were combined into one. First, the holy killer can theoretically also exert strength on Earth 0.

It's no good to say these things, it will only make the orangutans think about it, so just save it.

A head was exposed from the collar of the coat and Bobo looked at the front and nodded. He seemed to understand: "Oh, the power of the holy killer can also be used on our side...but you haven't said that he has What ability!"

Su Ming let out a chuckle, he stuffed the orangutan's head inside, and said:

"Immortal, a hundred shots and a hundred hits, absolutely sure to kill, unlimited bullets, easy to remember? In fact, his ability is not too much, but as long as it is easy to use, one trick can be eaten all over the sky, and his opponent will die if he is shot. , Existence itself will be erased."

"It's much less capable than Superman, but why do you take me with you when dealing with this monster?!" Bobo hammered the death knell with a small fist. He hasn't avenged the Master of the Night yet. If he is wiped out now It's too tragic: "I'm not scared, but what, do you know what?!"

Seeing Bobo panicked, but desperate for face, Su Ming stuffed him with a bottle of wine again and was shocked.

"Don't worry, you are a talking orangutan. Although the holy killer is a crazy professional killer, he is also subject to more advanced rules. He cannot kill friendly pets, minors, or black gays. Wait, fortunately, the Laughing Bat doesn't touch any of these..."

"Uh, it sounds like he is still a good person?" Bobo looked weird, as if something was wrong.

"You have also been in the magical world for so many years. You must know what is the difference between good and bad people in this world?" Su Ming looked at the small town that was approaching, it was like a gray old western studio, and many people were there. The town comes and goes, and there is a bustling scene: "Just like everyone is away from home, don't explore the character of the chef when you go to the restaurant to eat. Just do the dishes well, and you will be paid to leave after the meal. , This is business."

"You are too real, it's so dark." Bobo smiled bitterly, he took a sip of the strong wine and let out a sigh: "Okay, as long as you can promise me not to become a vegetable."

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For most Americans, and even for many people in the world, the Wild West is a place full of heroism and mystery.

In all kinds of literary works, people here seem to wear a wide-brimmed top hat, a revolver at the waist, a long windbreaker and tall leather boots with spikes, and a colorful print around the neck Big square scarf.

They rode fast horses, their images were mighty and free and easy, drinking big glasses, eating canned beans, they were so free.

Because of the endless emergence of American movies and the rendering of various paperback novels and TV shows, people have added filters to the impression of the Old West. In fact, the Westward Movement is full of things that are not allowed to be broadcast on TV.

This nightmare stayed in 1880. The advent of frozen train carriages gave large ranchers the option of slaughtering livestock on the spot, and then transporting the meat by train to the main market for sale.

In this way, the cowboys who used to herd cattle for a living no longer have to drive the cattle thousands of kilometers to go to big cities for slaughter. While relaxing, they also lose their jobs, and the ranchers can no longer use them.

Unemployed men don’t have nothing. They have fast-paced transportation, guns that represent advanced force, and large squares that block the smell and dust to cover their faces. So what should they do if they have no money?

So they became mercenaries or masked bandits.

Nowadays, it is rare to see cattle being driven through in the town. Instead, there are many people on horseback and guns. They will **** a **** carriage into the town, and then look for the mayor or sheriff to redeem rewards.

That's right, those carriages are filled with Indian scalps, that is money.

General Sherman, a well-known general under President Lincoln, also said ‘how many points today, there will be fewer kills tomorrow’, urging people to expel the Indians as soon as possible and let the noble whites occupy better land.

The church at that time also tried their best to cooperate with this policy, saying that "scalping the pagans is a right given to believers by God."

The official organized hunting squad is not regarded as joining the army, it is just gathering people with fighting capacity to slaughter Indian villages.

You don’t even need to bring weapons, horses, food, and a head on your shoulders to do this work. Of course, if you use government stuff, the purchase price is much cheaper, so that each Indian man’s scalp can sell for $60, women. And children halved.

If you bring your own weapons and dry food to destroy the Indians spontaneously, the purchase price of a scalp is $250, which is a big bag of money.

Some people may not know the concept of 250 dollars in 1880, but as long as you know that a good horse with a full set of saddles is 100 dollars, it is equivalent to a Ferrari or Lamborghini of that era.

The Indians rarely have guns in their hands. Even if they do, they don’t have bullets. They can only rely on bows, arrows and axes to resist hyena-like attacks. Therefore, the whites only need dozens of people to bring guns to easily destroy a tribe and get hundreds. Thousands of scalps, a wave of riches.

Many people think of Western movies like looting trains, robbing banks in towns, etc., but in fact, they will all happen after the extinction of Indians in the future. Killing natives is much faster than robbing banks. Who is going to play a gunfight with money?

Su Ming rode a ‘strangled horse’ to the edge of the town~www.NovelMTL.com~ His ordinary cowboy outfit was not conspicuous, except that his horse was exceptionally strong and attracted a little curious eyes.

But they basically just glance at others, because at this time the people in the town are cheering for the return of the heroes. A large carriage is covered with canvas and flies are flying around it. , More than twenty cowboys are proudly escorting this carriage into the town.

This is the scalp of a cart of Indians.

The townspeople are all happy about it, because killing so many Indians is tantamount to protecting the safety of the town, otherwise they are really worried about the indigenous people stealing their cows and horses.

At the same time, the cowboys make money and spend it in the town, not to mention the directly related bartenders and prostitutes, even the old man who sells fodder can make a fortune.

The girls in the tavern wore low-cut skirts, blowing kisses at the gunmen on the horse angrily, and the cowboys also took off their hats and gestured to the folks, with joyful smiles on their faces and proudly proud.

"There is a saying that is right, his hero, my enemy, the position is really interesting." Su Ming touched the head of the orangutan in his arms and scratched his scalp and said: "This is really the golden age of bounty hunters. It's a little worse than the time when the Swiss mercenary group was in Europe."

Bobo shuddered, and quickly covered his scalp. Although he knew that the new era mercenaries like the death knell were just talking about it, he always felt that Tian Ling Gai was a little cold.

"Don't say it, it's too savage, didn't you look for someone?"

Su Ming laughed, he was just playing with the apes.

He hid in the alley when people welcomed the return of the ‘money truck’, and let the strangling retract, and pointed his finger at the end of the street: “Isn’t that here?”

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