"Damn it, I always feel like there are ants crawling inside my head..."

"That proves that you are at least alive, doesn't it?"

When Aaron woke up in a daze, it was already noon the next day, and he felt like he had a splitting headache.

No matter how many times I endure it, the taste of alcohol flowing in my blood is quite unpleasant.

Sure enough, this time he didn't even last more than five minutes before he rushed under the big tree and started vomiting violently.

Seeing this situation, Song Hao had no choice but to hand Reina a five-dollar bill. It seemed that they had a small gambling game within the gang.

"By the way, everyone, did I miss anything last night?"

"You've missed out on a lot of experiences, but if you insist on enjoying yourself by taking a bath in banknotes, I don't mind."

Song Hao's inadvertent teasing made both Aaron and Reina laugh, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

So when they walked in front of the heavy sack, someone's eyes almost dropped:

"This is... so fucking crazy!"

Now that the Wildfire Gang has wealth, it must improve the gang's strength as soon as possible, such as updating weapons and equipment and camp configurations.

More importantly, while the two major families in Rhodes Town are currently in a tense moment of suspicion, I have to find a way to sell the piles of bonds.

Save yourself the long nights and dreams...

By following such a process, the gang will reach at least 30,000 or even 40,000 US dollars in assets in a short period of time, which is not a small amount of money.

If nothing else, it is definitely enough to buy a few farms and experience retirement life with everyone.

Of course, Song Hao's goal will not be so simple. After all, his eyes are on the entire western United States.

I saw him slowly untying the sack and giving Aaron and Reina a thousand dollars each in pocket money in case of emergency.

"You guys rest for a few days, and when the time is almost up, we will head to Saint Denis."

Aaron's appetite was still very poor, so he cooked some soup with kudzu flowers and poured it into a vat, so that drinking it would make his stomach feel better.

Then he licked the soup at the corner of his mouth and frowned slightly: "This tastes so damn good. What do you think, boss, recently?"

"I'm bored staying alone in the camp anyway..."

Song Hao knew that this rookie was already addicted to the exciting pleasure of sweeping banknotes in a sack. This was undoubtedly a dangerous signal.

As the saying goes: The human heart is not enough for a snake to swallow an elephant.

So in the ever-changing western wilderness, he has never forgotten this truth. Greed will kill many ignorant hunters.

So he put down the peeled apple and said seriously: "Now that Valentine's bank has been robbed by us and the Van der Linde gang."

"Then at least for a short period of time, we must not appear around Valentine, so as not to arouse the suspicion of the police."

"Aaron, I have only one request for you, practice your damn muscles and marksmanship."

After hearing this and recalling the scene of dealing with the two bodyguards last night, Aaron's cheeks couldn't help but feel a little hot and he felt guilty.

Seeing that it was getting late, Song Hao walked straight to the front of Silver Fang, turned over and got on the horse:

"Be careful when you stay in the camp. I want to visit a place."

The two people looked at each other, obviously the stew had just been cooked: "Where, why don't we leave after dinner?"

"Horsespaw Lookout!"

After all, Song Hao, riding on the white horse, disappeared at the end of the forest like a hero in the green field.

In fact, the distance from Yingzui Peak to Horse Palm Lookout is not very far, it can be reached in more than 40 minutes.

Moreover, there is a river not far below the cliff, and you can see several children fishing, and they have gained a lot.

Seriously, as Reina once said, this is a good camp location.

At first, Song Hao wanted to wait here on horseback to see if Arthur could detect his presence, but unfortunately there was no response for a long time.

"Isn't that guy at the camp?"

After muttering a few words, he had no choice but to dismount, walk through the dense thorns and bushes, and go up the other side of the cliff.

In the field of vision, a smoky camp soon appeared, much larger than my own Wildfire Gang.

On the treetops not far away, women's undergarments are still drying.

Moreover, there seems to be a figure moving at the entrance of the camp. It must be a gang member responsible for vigilance, but he has no idea of ​​​​surveilling this place.

It seems that this job is somewhat lazy...

"Dutch, we all have so much fucking money, why do we stay in this damn place?"

"John, you won't understand. This little money is not enough for all of us to go to Tahiti to spend our remaining years in peace."

At this second, when he heard the quarrel suddenly coming from the camp tent, Song Hao, who had no time to think about it, quickly bent down and squatted down.

His mind was trying to think of what kind of place these guys were talking about in Tahiti, but he had no impression at all.

"Maybe not in the United States?"

Immediately, two familiar figures walked out of the tent. The man walking in front was very angry and was still mumbling something.

"John, I know you want a good life with Abigail, but it takes time, kid!"

At this time, Dutch, who was following behind, calmly lit a cigarette, trying to comfort the other person's irritable mood.

It is worth mentioning that judging from the estimated number of tents, the Van der Linde Gang has a size of at least ten people, which is barely considered a large gang.

However, John, who was not aware of anyone peeping at him, continued: "Dutch, answer me, why can't we ever get enough damn money?"

"Tahiti...Tahiti...my ears are almost calloused hearing this name!"

Knowing that the other party was venting his resentment, Daqi was the gang leader who had the same breed as his mount.

He strolled forward and patted John's shoulder with his hand: "Don't worry, kid, I promise that as long as we go out together next time, we will get all the funds we need."

"I have an idea..."

He paused and continued to add: "An idea that will definitely allow us to travel far and wide, so believe me, Tahiti will leave our footprints sooner or later!"

I don’t know how many times I have heard this sentence, and everyone in the gang also doesn’t know how many times they have heard it.

Because Dutch always seems to say he has a new idea.

A damn plan!

But what will happen in the end?

Blackwater...Coulter Village...Valentine...

Even if they run around, even if they escape, their group is still here, damn the American West!

Taking a deep breath, John stamped out his cigarette with a solemn expression, and then walked towards his mount: "I will trust you again, Dutch, you need to be responsible for all of us."

"Now I'm going to join Arthur and the others first to investigate the situation in Rhodes Town."

"That's right, good boy..."

After watching the other party leave the camp, seeing no one around, Dutch sneaked into his tent.

Song Hao, who always felt that things were a bit strange, couldn't help but be curious, so he cautiously came closer, trying not to make any noise.

At this second, through the slightly open tent curtain, his eyes quickly locked on a metal box hidden under the bed.

"What the fuck?"

You know, the iron box contains a dense amount of banknotes, far more than the amount robbed at Valentine Bank last night.
Chapter completed!