Valentine, Keane's Tavern.

Brandi has almost never been here except for the day he met the writer LaVine and "The Kid" Calloway. It's not that he doesn't want to take care of the business of this small shop. After all, the shabby and small tavern is also full of western style.

It was his assets, worth, and the personality he created at the beginning that made him enter that pub like a devaluation. Although Brandy himself did not feel so, in order to try to create a

With such an image of an elegant gentleman, and his work as a bounty hunter being quite busy, he has not been there since he first met Raven and Calloway, and now, he is about to visit here for the second time.

, it’s just that it’s because of some reasons that don’t make him feel happy.

When I opened the door of the tavern, I saw that the tavern was already empty. The owner had left overnight yesterday. Only Micah Bell, wearing a white big valley hat, was sitting at the bar of the tavern, holding a bottle of Kentucky Wave.

Pour and drink the wine by yourself.

Hearing the creak of the wooden door behind him, Micah turned around and saw that the person coming was Brandy dressed in cowboys. He was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed and said: "Yo yo yo, this is not our little Brandy.

? Your pair of bright green eyes are so recognizable."

"How was it? Yesterday's rescue went well, right?" Micah's smile always looked evil, and in Brandi's eyes, Micah was completely the representative figure of the idiom "hateful face." Micah smiled,

While saying, "Ah, I think there should be no problem for you to do your job. Well, how much did you get paid? Or did the little girl's mother directly commit herself to you? Neither way? Could it be that the little girl was right?

You promised me your life? Okay, you are too cruel, you are a beast, I can't even do such a beast..."

"Okay, Micah, I don't have time to chat with you," Brandi impatiently interrupted Micah's teasing and said, "I have to do something now, but I need your help."

"Oh? You need my help? Are you sure?" Micah was a little surprised when he heard this, and then said unceremoniously, "Ah, I understand, it must be because Arthur stopped playing with you, so you

Remember asking your Uncle Micah for help, right? Ha, I thought you would never ask me for help. After all, you are now the most popular person in front of Dutch, almost more popular than Arthur, but what?

At this critical moment, you still have to find me, Micah Bell, for help."

"But I think you don't respect me," Micah took a swig of wine, stood up, pointed at Brandy's nose and said, "Do you remember the first time we met? Do you still remember that moment?

Black gun? You almost killed me, do you know? But you didn't even say sorry to me, and I still don't know where your malice towards me came from. Could it be that we met before?

Yes? Did I kill your biological father, or did I fuck your biological mother?"

"I told you, I don't have time to chat with you," Brandy said without changing her expression, "It was Dutch who arranged a task for me and specifically asked you to assist me. Of course, if you don't want to cooperate with me, I

No problem. Anyway, I have my own way of doing things. You can continue to idle here, get drunk like a drunkard, and then fall asleep on the floor covered with your own vomit.

In the end, he was humiliated and hung from a tree by the O'Drisco gang. You make your own choice and think about it later." After saying that, he turned around and left.

Micah immediately stopped in front of Brandi with lightning speed and said: "Hey, hey, don't worry, since it is the boss's arrangement, I just listen to you, what do we need to do? Rob the bank or rob

train?"

"Although I hate to say this, but think about it, what we are going to do doesn't seem to be very different from the two things you mentioned," Brandy helplessly held her forehead and said, "I have already informed the police chief.

I have invited the bosses behind all the shops and ranches that are still in the town to the church in the town, and you will listen to my arrangements for the rest, and then just act according to the situation."

"No problem, my young brother," Micah immediately became energetic when he heard that he was going to deal with capitalists. "Believe me, I am very good at dealing with capitalists."

"As long as you are interested," Brandy opened the door of the tavern, and Micah followed him out of the tavern. Brandy said, "But before that, we still need to make some preparations. You should have a more formal set.

Clothes?"

"Huh?" Micah was a little confused.

Valentine, church.

Valentine's Church is located at the eastern end of the town. It is made entirely of white-painted wooden materials. Compared with other famous churches in the world, it is too simple and too narrow, with only the main body of the church and a small bell tower.

The building structure is too simple, but it is indeed the only place in the entire Valentine town that can be used as a temporary meeting room.

Today is not a Sunday, so the huge church is empty. Even the pastor who works here has gone somewhere, but there are visitors in the church at this time.

The visitors were three extremely well-dressed gentlemen, the youngest of whom looked to be forty years old. Their neatly trimmed mustaches and suits with extremely exquisite materials and styles all showed that they were different from other people in the town.

There is an essential difference, but what best reflects this difference is the arrogant look on their faces that is revealed intentionally or unintentionally. This kind of temperament can only be seen by people who usually carry hundreds or even thousands of dollars in their pockets as pocket money.

It behaves without any sense of contradiction.

These three old gentlemen, who looked like nouveau riche from head to toe, started chatting with each other as soon as they met. It looked like they had known each other for many years.

"Long time no see, dear Mr. Smithfield, and dear Mr. Calloway." A short, fat, thin-haired old gentleman said to a lean old gentleman and a middle-aged man wearing a monocle.

The young gentleman greeted, "It seems like it was a year ago when I last met you, right?"

"For me, ten months ago to be precise, dear Mr. Dalton," Mr. Smithfield had a face that should be stern, but he was very amiable in his dealings with others. "Speaking of which, this

I haven’t seen you in the town for a while, have you gone sightseeing again?”

Mr. Dalton smiled bitterly and said: "Business has been sluggish in the past few months, so I have no interest in traveling. Just last month, I went to West Elizabeth, where there are many places near the border.

It borders New Austin, and I was wondering if I could open a branch there, and maybe expand my business scope in the future."

"That's a good thing," said Mr. Smithfield. "I suppose everything goes well?"

"On the contrary, this time I really got into trouble." At this point, Mr. Dalton couldn't help but get angry. "Originally, I planned to try my luck in Blackwater Town, but who knew what happened?

I was cordoned off by some Pinkerton detective, saying they were investigating some kind of robbery, and no one was allowed to leave or leave the town during this period. I argued with them a few times, and they almost shot me. I had no choice but to leave.

.”

Mr. Smithfield frowned and said: "These private detectives are really barbaric. If they didn't have a legal name, I think they are no different from desperadoes. They are all deserving of the gallows."

"But no matter what, their efficiency in handling cases is really high, at least several times higher than these idiots in our town," Mr. Calloway said, stroking his bare chin, "I heard that these

Private detectives have solved many unsolved cases and captured many villains with a lot of crimes. By the way, it is said that they were responsible for the security of His Excellency the President during President Lincoln's term."

"Then what? What good will happen to President Lincoln in the end? Or death by assassination," Mr. Smithfield said unceremoniously. "If you ask me, those wild dogs are more disgusting and more capable of biting than wolves.

.”

"Oh, at least if you give them enough meat and bones, these wild dogs will temporarily become first-class loyal dogs, even better than real loyal dogs," Mr. Calloway said, "By the way, speaking of this,

Do you know what Curtis called us here to do?"

Smithfield, Dalton, and Calloway, these three surnames are as important in Valentine as the Medici surname is in Florence, Italy. They are very important. They can be said to be the richest people in this town, even if

Even the bank in town may not necessarily be richer than them.

Because the three of them respectively control the three hidden pillar industries of this town - private liquor, arms and medicine.

On the surface, Valentine started his career in animal husbandry, and animal husbandry did bring prosperity to the town. However, in that era, only businesses that were not on the market were the most profitable.

In the late 18th century when Prohibition was prevalent and bandits were rampant, compared with animal husbandry, whether it was making private wine, smuggling military weapons, or reselling high-priced medicines, the huge profits contained therein were immeasurable. Therefore, in this city

After the town prospered based on the livestock industry, the three of them began to prosper in their respective businesses, which brought them annual profits that even exceeded the economic benefits that the town, which relied on the livestock industry, brought to the U.S. government.

It can be said that except for the unorganized private armed forces, they are no different from those big capitalists. However, in Valentine, they do not need any private armed forces, because the one who became the town sheriff under the operation of the three of them

Curtis Malloy and the police officers and vigilantes he recruited served them.

"I heard that there is a gentleman who wants to discuss something important with us," Mr. Smithfield said angrily. "Well, I've never seen him treat us so slowly. He just sent a small policeman to inform us, and he didn't personally

Come here, he tricked us here, and sent two dogs with guns to guard the door. We stayed here like prisoners for almost an hour, but we didn't even see the shadow of the person he mentioned.

"Gentlemen, I think it's time to give the residents of this town a more reliable police chief."

At this time, the door of the church was pushed open, and Brandy, who was wearing a black suit, stepped into the chapel, followed by Micah, who was wearing a white suit and holding a double-barreled shotgun.

"Ah, good morning, Mr. Smithfield, Mr. Dalton, and Mr. Calloway," Brandy greeted the three old gentlemen in a cheerful tone, "Nice to meet you three.

, I’m also very happy that you can respond to my invitation and come here.”

Smithfield looked at Brandi from head to toe with a very rude look and said, "So, you are the person Curtis said you want to talk to us?"

"Yes, it's me," Brandy politely stretched out her right hand and said, "I have something very important, or in other words, a very important transaction, and I want to talk to three gentlemen."

"You?" Smithfield ignored Brandy's outstretched right hand and said arrogantly, "A boy with just full hair, thinks he can talk business with us on an equal footing by wearing a flashy and fashionable suit? Cody

Si Zhen is becoming more and more useless, and all kinds of messy things bother me." After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

However, just as he was about to leave, Micah, who was blocking the door, raised his gun with a grin, and pointed the terrifying muzzle of the double-barreled shotgun at Smithfield. Smithfield immediately raised his hands subconsciously, his legs weakened, and he almost knelt down on the spot.

.

"Sorry, I'm rude," Brandi retracted his outstretched hand and said with a smile, "My brother has a bad temper and is always impulsive in doing things. I don't want to cause any irreparable tragedy here, so I

I think you gentlemen should take care of my brother's temper to some extent, what do you think?"

"No problem, no problem, sir," Smithfield smiled very forcefully, and cold sweat had soaked his back. He took the initiative to hold Brandi's hand and said, "I remembered, oops, I had already

I should remember that you are the famous bounty hunter, Mr. Brandi Munny, aren't you? My people all told me that you often come to take care of my business."

"So you are Mr. Munny," Calloway said, adjusting the monocle on the bridge of his nose and extending his hand. "My brother, who is the attending physician in my clinic, often told me about you and said you saved the world.

It cost him his life and my business."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Calloway," Brandi said, letting go of Smithfield's hand and holding Calloway's right hand. "I would like to ask, what is the relationship between Jim 'Kid' Calloway and you?

"

"He's a cousin to me, so he can be considered my cousin," Calloway said with a slightly embarrassed look on his face. "He's also in his fifties. In addition to drinking and causing trouble,

, is of no use at all. If only he had not retired from the army, at least in the army, the country would support him and there would be no need for me to waste money and our family's good name. If he has offended you, let me replace him.

my apologies."

"You are serious, Mr. Calloway, your cousin has given me a lot of inspiration, at least I think, for myself, these inspirations are very valuable." Brandi smiled.

Calloway nodded and said: "Although I still doubt it, I do hope that the Calloway you are talking about is really my unlucky cousin, Mr. Munny."
To be continued...