West Elizabeth should be said to be the most interesting region among the five major states.

From a geographical point of view, West Elizabeth can be said to have gathered together almost all the wonderful scenery in this country. Compared with the primitive mountainous areas of Ambarino, which is mostly covered with ice and snow, and the vast grasslands of New Hanover, Lemoyne State covers almost the entire territory.

The swamps and wetlands, as well as the endless wilderness of New Austin, make West Elizabeth, a land that combines temperate forests, temperate grasslands, desert grasslands and other landscapes, even more unique.

From a historical and humanistic point of view, this is what people call the West in a narrower sense. From the beginning of the United States' westward expansion to today, countless pioneer legends were born in the vast western land of the United States and spread to all parts of the United States, and West Elizabeth

, is the biggest stage where these legendary stories are staged.

The older generation of legends in the West, such as Austy Miller, Landon Ricketts, Jim "Kid" Calloway and others, either made their fortune in West Elizabeth and gradually became legends, or they

He performed feats that shocked the world on this land, thus creating a legendary name.

As for the new generation, or the legends at the end of the Western era, the leading one is the Van der Linde gang. This gang has few members, half of them are old, weak, women and children, but it is ridiculously powerful in combat. It was the gang in West Elizabeth decades ago.

It was born after the first meeting between the still young and strong Dutch Vanderlinde and Hosea Matthews in a tavern in Blackwater, Texas.

However, it is precisely because of this that even though civilized society has almost completed its expansion in this country, such as West Elizabeth, which also has extremely civilized towns such as Strawberry Town and Blackwater Town, this land has still remained intact for decades.

In the past, there was wildness and disorder, rampant crime, and numerous gangs. Many people even lived for generations on unreasonable and illegal activities. They formed the tangled roots of the criminal tree that stood on this land.

Yes, even if we now have an absolute weapon like Detective Pinkerton, we still can't eradicate them completely.

At this time, it is noon, but due to the influence of mountains, forests, grasslands, rivers, etc., the climate is still pleasant. It is almost midsummer, but the temperature at noon is still within a suitable range, which can make people feel

Warm, but not hot. This may be why the mayor of Strawberry Town, who came from New York, is committed to developing tourism here. After all, it has a suitable climate and diverse natural scenery. If you don't rely on them,

It is really a waste of resources to pick up the wool of city people.

At this time, in the north of Strawberry Town, on the grassland growing with lush green grass and gorgeous wild flowers, a ghost-faced fox-trotting horse and a black Turkmen horse were walking slowly.

The sun was just right at that time, and the small stream that meandered through the entire grassland shimmered like a bright silver ribbon. White-tailed deer, argali sheep, and elk were munching on leaves and roots in the dense grass from time to time.

He raised his head and looked around, and saw someone approaching, so he ran away with brisk steps. After running a few steps, he lowered his head again and repeated the action of eating grass. It seemed that he was not scared away by the person, but just avoided it like a humble person.

Brandy sat on the horse, took off the cowboy hat on his head, and used it as a fan to fan himself with some fresh air. He looked at the grassland in front of him like a dazzling pearl, and he felt more relaxed and happy than ever before.

Yes, when it comes to grassland area and the development of animal husbandry, New Hanover, which has the largest area of ​​natural grassland, is more beautiful than here. However, in the nearly two months since Brandy came to New Hanover, she has not been working on various

Running around on missions, he just lay on a narrow bed to recuperate. He had no time and energy to truly appreciate the natural scenery there. Today, he was not the one who discerned the road and direction, so he naturally led himself into a place.

As a first time traveler here, he enjoys the wonderful feeling that nature brings to him.

Micah on the side noticed that Brandi was distracted by the beautiful scenery and reminded: "I don't want to disturb your enjoyment, but I still want to remind you that we are not far from Grandma Watson's house. Needless to say, she is not far away.

A grown-up son is not easy to mess with, and even that old lady is not an easy person, so you'd better focus on how to deal with them."

"It doesn't matter, I will quickly transition to working status when the time comes," Brandi said casually, "Hey, such a beautiful land, who would have imagined that this place is actually a hotbed of evil?"

"A country as big as the United States is full of hotbeds of evil, whether it is civilized or barbaric." Micah curled his lips, feeling that Brandy's sentiments were boring.

"I can't tell, you are quite a philosopher." Brandi teased.

"Speaking of which, I don't understand what kind of person you are," Micah slightly slowed down his dismount, looked at Brandy, and said, "Judging from all aspects of your past performance, there is no doubt that in

In terms of committing crimes, you are a genius, and I admire you for this, but your usual behavior always makes me feel that you have a stench that belongs to a civilized society, and many of your behaviors are also based on

Subconsciously obey the law.”

At this point, Micah stared at Brandy and said, "Do you know the identity of a person who knows how to commit crimes more efficiently but habitually abides by the law?"

Brandy also turned her gaze to Micah and said with a half-smile: "I guess you want to say, police, or secret agent?"

"Aha, that's not what I said." Micah said with a smile, looking victorious.

Brandy turned the horse's head and faced Micah, who had fallen behind him. He still had a half-smiling expression and said, "Then do you know that normal people will not treat someone who is doing nothing wrong?

I only know that those who kill innocent people indiscriminately are regarded as criminals. After all, criminals are also human beings and have all the rights and interests that belong to human beings.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "For a person like that, people will only regard him as a lunatic who is worse than an animal, Micah," Brandy said in a storytelling tone, "You know

What is the destination of a lunatic? Of course it is a lunatic asylum. There, such people will be tortured to death using various torture methods labeled as treatment. Believe me, those methods are definitely beyond your imagination. After all, what educated people can think of

Idea, a rough guy like you can't understand it."

"You ask me why I know so much? Because reading makes people wise. Mr. Bell, I advise you to take more cultural classes with Hosea. I believe he will be happy to teach you."

"Oh, I just remembered that if you start taking cultural classes now, you will probably have to study with little Jack. After all, from this aspect, you and the little guy are about the same level. Maybe you are even worse, because

At least little Jack can read us stories now."

When Brandy said this, she controlled Jueying's side position under her crotch, made a gesture of invitation, and said, "However, compared to these, I think as you said before, we'd better focus on the task.

, please ask first, after all, you are my guide, aren't you?"

Micah's face was extremely ugly at this time. He stared at Brandy. If eyes could kill, he would have crushed the young man in front of him with an artificial posture and an extremely unbeatable smile dozens of times.

Well, even Brandi could see that this guy must be holding back from taking out his gun and killing himself, because even Micah didn't know it, and his face was red at this time.

Brandi was very glad that she made the right bet, because Micah just snorted and ran ahead to lead the way. Yes, Micah is a murderous and extremely vindictive guy, but if we say that in the snowy mountains,

When they met, Brandi's black shot was a bit reckless and suicidal, so now his verbal attack is based on a certain gang status.

After all, the Van der Linde Gang was able to successfully divert the attention of Pinkerton detectives and various police officers to O'Drisco and the "Seventh Generation" sect, and also scraped 10,000 from the town's capitalists on the pretext of defending the town.

The US dollar remuneration, and even all the property of a capitalist for them to pick at any time, were almost all due to Brandi's planning, and he almost paid the price with his life for it.

It is true that the gunshot wound was unexpected by Brandi, but this shot just proved that he was standing on the front line like a real warrior at that time, and not just standing on the front line.

He acted as a mastermind behind the scenes. In short, all the above made his status in the gang rise. If he hadn't been in the gang for such a short time, he would have been able to directly enter the gang's decision-making circle.

Therefore, Brandi feels that now, even if he insults Micah openly and wantonly, Micah would not dare to do anything to him openly. As for whether it will cause trouble in secret, Brandi doesn’t know, but he has already

With this assumption, we have even initially thought about how to respond and counterattack.

After all, Micah is not the only one in the world who holds grudges.

Cross the grassland and follow the path into the primeval forest growing on the mountain. At the end, you can see a circle of simple wooden fences and a wooden house located in it. Just look at the appearance of the house and the chickens next to it.

The stable and the donkey tied next to the stable do not connect this place with gangs and crime. Who would think that such a family living deep in the forest would be related to those terrible things?

"This is it," Micah said, stopping the horse and tying Belloc to the fence. "I hope Grandma Watson's sons aren't here."

"What should we do next? Do we need to say any code words?" Brandi also tied Jueying aside and asked.

"What kind of cheap novel did you read to get this idea?" Micah glared at Brandi angrily and said, "Grandma Watson has limited mobility, so you just need to push the door in.

.”

"Me?" Brandi was a little confused, "shouldn't it be you?"

"I've already become a guide, do I still have the obligation to help you ask questions?" Micah glared at Brandy and said, "Don't forget who started this, little cowboy, you have to handle your own affairs.

Learn to do it yourself.”

"Okay, okay, I'll just go. Don't be so angry, it's not good for your liver." Brandy waved her hand to express comfort, and then walked towards the cabin.

When I opened the door of the cabin, I saw an old lady sitting on a recliner wearing reading glasses and doing needlework.

The old lady heard the door knock, raised her eyelids and glanced at Brandy, and said, "Finally here, they said you should have been here two days ago."

"Yeah, yeah, I really should have come a long time ago." Brandi thought to herself.

He still remembered this old lady, and he also remembered that there was a robbery mission about this family in the game. In fact, when Micah mentioned the local gangs in Strawberry Town, he had some guesses. After all, at this point in time, besides the local gangs in Strawberry Town,

The O'Drisco gang that occupies the Drooping Dog Ranch can be called a gang, and Micah specifically emphasized the characteristics of a family gang. It is probably the only Watson family.

"Put the things you found in the basement and then leave. I have an upset stomach and am not in the mood to chat..." After the old lady said this, she lowered her head and went back to her sewing.

Brandy originally wanted to get straight to the point and ask the old lady what he wanted to know directly, but it seemed that there was something wrong with the old lady's eyes. She obviously recognized him as someone else. Brandy originally thought about herself

She has shaved off her beard and is still so young. She looks nothing like the gangsters we are used to seeing in this land. This old lady may have a different reaction, but now it seems that she should get a new one.

Got glasses.

"It's just right," Brandy thought to herself, "This family is not a good bird anyway. Since there is a chance to come in openly, it is better to turn this place upside down. Sorry, Arthur, this should have been done

It's your trophy, but since I've already got there first, there's nothing I can do about it."

While thinking this, Brandi walked to the back room, and while the old lady was only doing needlework, she quietly opened the drawer closest to him and gently took out the jewelry and coins inside.

Stuff it into your pocket.

"Don't touch the things in the house," the old lady's voice came from outside the house, "Don't forget, you have already taken your share. According to the rules, I should be the one in my house.

Yes, you know the consequences of taking my things without permission, right, kid?"

"Ah, uh... yes, of course I know." Brandi felt that not saying a few words at this time seemed a bit awkward, so she deliberately adjusted her voice to be hoarse and rough, imitating the old lady's

The accent answered.

"There's something wrong with your voice, child." The old lady's voice was full of doubts.

"Ahem, I've been having a cold recently." Brandi prevaricates while searching back and forth. He doesn't care if anything happens, and just stuffs himself with the valuable things he sees.

"Why haven't you reached the basement yet? Why are there still some noises? What are you doing?" The old lady's suspicion was still not resolved.

"Ah, uh, I accidentally dropped the jewelry box on the ground." Brandy continued quickly.

"Oh, that's it. Be careful, kid, it's dark inside." The old lady's voice relaxed again.

"Huh," Brandy secretly breathed a sigh of relief and thought as she walked into the basement of the back room, "Thankfully I'm smart. Although it doesn't matter if I'm discovered by the old lady, if I'm discovered now, it will inevitably ruin the plan. I still want to take the time to set up a trap.

What’s this Lao Deng saying?”
To be continued...