Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him who said "What a great idea", Arthur Morgan, who had just finished brushing his beloved horse, sighed. He put down his brush and looked at the builder of the Vanderlin Gang in front of him.

He said with some helplessness: "Daqi, if you want to live forever in the cemeteries around Mosk with your pistol, I beg you not to take me with you, my life is still of some use."

"Arthur, don't say that."

Although Arthur's words were full of aggression, Dutch, as the "leader", was not offended at all. He laughed twice, patted Arthur Morgan on the shoulder, and said carelessly: "We are also Western cowboys after all.

, be a little adventurous, don’t be timid like a kid who can’t hold a gun.”

"Ah...sigh."

Arthur Morgan wiped the ash on his cheeks, sighed and shook his head, his face carved by yellow sand and wind and rain was full of sadness, "Underground black market, Dutch, you need to know that place is under Mosk City. We

Not to mention entering the black market, these people will be beaten into pieces by Tariq's pyroxene army even if they are close to the border."

"Look, this is another idea."

Dutch laughed, and he took out a wool map and spread it on the table beside him. Dutch pointed the barrel of his pistol at a town called "Strawberry Town" near Mosk, and introduced to Arthur Morgan

: "I have investigated and found that in Strawberry Town west of Mosk, the only weapons store has a basement. When I last collected a debt, an old man told me that he lost all his money in the basement of the weapons store.

, that’s a casino.”

"casino?"

Arthur's thick eyebrows frowned. He put down the blade with deer blood in his hand, stood up and walked to Dutch, looking at the map, "Didn't Tariq prohibit any gambling?"

"Yes, gambling is prohibited in Tariq, but the West has never been Tariq."

Dutch grinned, but his seemingly amiable face showed resentment. He inserted the dagger on the map and said to Arthur Morgan: "The free West only has cowboys, revolvers and gold. As for those people who are determined by the superiors,

The seemingly gorgeous rules are just a pile of dung to us.”

"But it's the Pinkerton detectives trained by these excrements who make all the free cowboys in your mouth hide like rats in a smelly ditch."

Arthur's taunt was very effective. Dutch suddenly blushed and wanted to refute but couldn't.

The Vanderlyn Gang, which truly dominated the West back then, was vulnerable to those Pinkerton detectives who appeared like gods. Even Arthur Morgan, who personally killed the demigod-level gunman back then, almost died in the hands of those hand-held detectives.

In the hands of the detective with strange weapons. But now, the once glorious cowboy can only run around like a mouse, and even a simple pair of ore drugs has become a problem.

"We shouldn't talk about this now. Little Jack's illness won't last long. After a while, he will be infected with this damn disease like us old guys."

Dutch gritted his teeth and took a picture of the map, "That underground casino used to have a sewer leading to the black market. Although it is sealed now, the black gunpowder we stole last time is enough to blow it open.

A line of defense, and keep those damn Pinkerton detectives from finding out."

"Black powder?"

Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose and thought for a moment.

"Arthur, trust me."

Dutch retracted his slightly exaggerated expression and looked at Arthur with a serious expression, "I have calculated that after we robbed the medical team this time, we can directly sell the drugs that are more expensive than gold around.

After getting rid of those things, we headed straight to the deep west, away from this land surrounded by shit."

"Freedom is priceless, my child."

Looking at the sincere big brother in front of him, Arthur frowned. After a long moment, he sighed, sat back on the ground, picked up the knife, and inserted it into the deer's neck.

"Do it."

Arthur lowered his head, and the drafty house allowed the howling wind and snow to hit his neck. He used a crudely made dagger to cut the slightly rotten venison hard. This is what they are doing in this kind of situation.

The only food in extreme weather. In this building that was no better than a ruin, he carefully shaved off every piece of bone and flesh, not caring about the cold back of his neck.

"Okay, tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, you, me, John and Mike will carry out this robbery together."

Patting Arthur on the shoulder with satisfaction, the leader who had taken in a bunch of women and children pushed open the wooden door buried in the snow, waved his hand, and disappeared into the snow.

Arthur didn't look back, he just continued cutting the venison in the dim light provided by the broken candle.

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The next day, noon.

"Technology..."

The style of magic industry in every country in the world is different. Yingnan retained the habits of their first magic industrial revolution and liked to use steam, gears and brass to build giant giants emitting black smoke one after another.

Beast. Magnum, on the other hand, is very mediocre. It has everything but is not proficient in anything. A small country like Muqi pursues the ultimate cost-effectiveness and strives to use the least resources in exchange for more effects.

But Tariq is different. This country with its own artistic flavor has a rough beauty all the time. Their magic technology has always been durable, highly efficient, simple and beautiful in appearance, and strives to be streamlined in its use. But

, it is such a style that seems to be easy to imitate, but until now no country has dared to touch it.

The reason is very simple. Tariq's technology is good in many ways, but there is one drawback.

They don't care about the consumption of magic energy at all.

"Do you know what this means?"

Looking at the heavy-duty off-road vehicle in front of him that had a simple and elegant appearance, was made of ridiculously solid materials, and had a set of monster-like magic engine devices, Zhou Li asked the people around him this question.

"Tariq's technological level is very high."

"No."

Zhou Li rejected Aiwei's answer.

"Tarik's per capita income is very high, can everyone afford to drive such a vehicle?"

"No."

"Tariq's road system is perfect, so the magic vehicle technology is developing very quickly?"

Zhou Li shook his head, and then said solemnly in the eyes of everyone's doubts:

"This Tariq is really a bunch of big dogs."

"ah???"

They all asked questions in unison, and everyone looked at Zhou Li with confusion.

"Do you know how much mana money it would cost a month to store this car in Magnum?"

Looking at the uninhibited performance monster in front of him, as well as the front end of the car that has canceled all energy-saving devices and added anti-collision arrays and acceleration arrays, Zhou Li sighed: "One hundred gold coins! Where is this car?

It’s [using] magic energy, this is a black hole absorbing magic energy!”

"One hundred gold coins!"

Ivy, who had his hands in his pockets, was immediately shocked by this number, and several other people also had incredible expressions on their faces. The reason is very simple. For example, there is an off-road vehicle on the earth that can catch up with an airplane at a speed, and earthquakes can also

It can walk on flat ground, and it can be called a miracle car like no other. But this magic car consumes ten tons of gasoline per 100 kilometers.

What is this concept? Ten tons of gasoline is about 11,910 liters. According to the current oil price, the current oil price is about 10 yuan. In other words, driving this car for 100 kilometers will consume 100,000 yuan in oil.

However, this kind of money-eating behemoth is the standard vehicle for the middle and upper-class people in Tariq. If these cars were powered by oil instead of magic energy, the U.S. military might travel through time and space to attack Tariq the next day.

"The wide spread of this kind of magic energy devourer can only prove that this country's energy cannot be said to be rich, but should be called not as good as paper."

Zhou Li looked at the off-road vehicle in front of him with complicated eyes, and sighed: "If Tariq uses the energy and materials used to produce cars to produce magic firearms and black powder, as long as I come, I won't be able to use it for ten days."

I can hang the Magnum III on the flagpole and put Levi's on the side for company."

"Please put away your dangerous thoughts."

AhZi looked around nervously and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there were no men in black. She looked at Zhou Li and said angrily: "We will only dispatch Khorne warriors like you at twelve quarters because we are afraid that Khorne warriors like you will appear.

Divine monitors guard those energy crystals to prevent them from falling into the hands of warmongers."

"Oh, if you put a chicken in the cornfield and Levi's in the toilet, sooner or later something will happen."

Zhou Li waved his hand disdainfully, opened the car door, and said to the people behind him: "Get in the car, and I will show you Tariq's cultural customs."

This time, six people followed Zhou Li to the underground black market, namely Eluma, Lin Zi, Lin Ling, Ivy, Don Quixote, and Torea, who was belching wine.

Just last night, in order to test whether Torea could taste the wine formula, Lin Zi poured several kinds of wine into Torea. Of course, Lin Zi promised to help Torea buy some high-end plant seeds. In a few days,

For Tianlia Ke's birthday, the seed gift box prepared by Torrea only lacked a few special seeds that are difficult to buy.

"Hmm~~~~~~~"

After getting in the car, Torea stretched out her hand and pressed down half of the window. At this time, Torea, who had not yet woken up from the hangover, covered her forehead and leaned against the window, trying her best to let fresh air flow into the car.

.

"Sister Xiaoya, don't worry, we will only drink one kind of wine in a while, just a few sips."

Azi on the side tried hard to lean towards Torea, trying to use her body of less than 1.6 meters to support the 1.7-meter Torea. Torea twitched the corners of her mouth, her beautiful face was full of beauty.

Scarlet red, "It's okay, I can do it."

"Okay, okay."

After trying again, Azi found in despair that if she wanted Tolea to lean against her, she could only let her cheek touch her head. This humiliation made her almost cry for a moment.

"Forget it, let's change it."

Seeing this, Don Quixote stood up helplessly and placed Azi in her original position. She was also tall and tall enough for Torea's head to rest on her shoulders. She looked at Torea, naturally.

He said: "Keep resting and maintain sufficient physical strength. As your partner, I must contribute."
To be continued...