When Brandi rode Jueying to the Horse Palm Lookout, the rain was so heavy that neither the man nor the horse could lift their heads.

When the black horse took Brandy into the dense forest surrounding the horse palm lookout, Brandy clearly felt that the sound of the rain had become much quieter, and the heaviness of the rain curtain on her body had also subsided a lot. Jueying

He also neighed with relief. Such heavy rain was not what this Turkmen horse, which had lived in an arid environment since childhood, liked.

"who is it!"

Suddenly, there was a shout from the right front, Brandy gently pulled the reins to stop the horse, and saw a blond woman walking out from behind the tree holding a repeating rifle.

Although his sight was blocked by the raindrops, Brandi was also severely dazzled by the two headlights on the woman's chest. He subconsciously pressed the brim of his hat, cleared his throat, and said, "It's me, Brandy."

Dee.”

"Brandy?" The woman was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said, "You're back? Your injury..."

"It's done, Karen." Brandi smiled slightly, gently clamped the horse's belly with her legs, and Jueying kicked the horse's hooves and continued to walk forward.

After passing through the sentry set up by the gang, when a striking tree appeared in front of him, Brandi understood that after nearly two years, he had finally returned to the first real camp of the Van der Linde gang since the snowy mountains.

Near the big tree is an open horse-grazing land. Several horse fences cleverly separate the camp and the horse-grazing land, so that the horses will not stray into people's residences and affect the hygiene of the camp. The horse-grazing land belongs to gangs and

The horses owned by the gang members were scattered here, wandering and neighing, including the huge black shire horse named Big Li by Brandi.

Seemingly seeing a familiar figure, Da Li snorted, slowly came closer, raised his head and rubbed against Brandy's abdomen.

"Oh, long time no see, brother," Brandi gently stroked Da Li's forehead, then turned over and dismounted, and whispered to Jueying, "This is Da Li, you two should get to know each other first, and don't forget to talk to other brothers

The sisters also have a good relationship."

Jueying neighed softly, then turned around and took the initiative to touch noses with Da Li.

"This guy is not as unruly as I thought." Brandy looked at the two horses that seemed to have a good relationship, and thought happily while turning around and walking towards the camp.

After the horse stables, there were several large and small tents in the open space surrounded by sparse trees.

Some of these tents are very simple, just a canopy and a narrow floor that seems to be unable to withstand even ordinary wind and rain, while others are more complicated, or are used for camping activities, such as

The conspicuous Pearson's carriage, with kitchen utensils, tableware, beer boxes, animal meat and carcasses and various other items placed under its canopy, may be the private tents belonging to certain gang members, such as Arthur, the carriage

Various things are piled or placed under the bucket and the canopy, such as John, a large pointed tent. You can’t see what’s inside, but you can tell that at least John is treated differently from other members.

of.

As for the tent that is located in the center of the camp, has the best view, and looks like a palace compared to the other tents, it belongs to the leader of this gang, Dutch Van der Linde.

At this time, due to the rain, the overall activities of the gang were basically at a standstill. Except for the uncle, who always slept wherever he was drunk, and Kieran, who was still a prisoner, the others basically stayed under the roofs of their respective tents.

Down.

The curtain of Dutch's luxury tent was closed at this time, so he couldn't see what was going on inside. But seeing that Dutch and Hosea were staying under the canopy that extended next to the tent, one sitting on a chair and the other standing aside, you could guess that

, Dutch's mistress and the gang's unnamed sister-in-law - Molly is staying in the tent.

However, Brandy has no interest in this "sister-in-law" at all. In fact, when playing games before, Molly was the Van der Linde gang woman he hated the most. For Molly, he only had a little pity at most, but definitely not much.

Good impression.

He would focus on that tent only because Dutch and Hosea were gathered next to it, and it seemed that the two gang leaders were arguing about something.

"Dutch, let me make things clear," Hosea sighed and said, "We really should consider leaving here. Ever since the Valentine incident ended, I have been worried about Pinkerton.

The detectives visited the town a long time ago. Although our confidentiality work was very good, they did not get much useful information, but with their methods, they will be able to dig us out sooner or later. If they wait until then, everything will be lost.

It’s too late.”

"I still say the same thing, Hosea, your worries are too much," Dutch said with a hint of nonchalance in his tone, "As you said, Detective Pinkerton has indeed been to that town?

Wrong, but the purpose of their visit was to investigate that cult. What does this mean? It means that those lunatics were dragged into the water by the tricks created by O'Drisco and themselves. Now almost all the governments of Ambarino and New Hanover

Or private judicial forces are all investigating that cult, and no one will care about us, a mere twenty-something people."

"This is only temporary, Dutch. After the police and Pinkerton detectives deal with the cultists, or after they lose interest in clearing them, it's hard to say whether we will suffer," Hosea insisted, "

Take the Snow Mountain incident as an example. We robbed a private train in Cornwall. Do you think he would not pursue it? He must have spent a lot of money on Pinkerton just to find us out."

"That's really hard for the big boss," Dutch smiled confidently, "Don't forget, Hosea, dear Mr. Cornish just a few days after the private train was robbed by us, a fortune in his name

A convoy was also robbed and massacred. Only his daughter and his daughter's maid survived, and the culprit was our old friend, Colm O'Driscoe."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Hosea seemed to remember this and was speechless for a moment.

"Now, old man, think about it, does Mr. Cornwall care more about his stack of bonds worth one or two thousand dollars at most, or his baby daughter?" Dutch's smile became more confident, "So, we

Thanks to our old friend, thanks to his plan and series of actions that helped us divert Detective Pinkerton's attention, we can live a stable life today."

"Oh, well, I have nothing to say about this," Hosea sighed and said, "But we really have no reason to stay here anymore, even if we wait for Brandi and Sean to return to the team,

It's only going to be a few days, why not make preparations in advance?"

"Who said we have no reason to stay here?" Dutch smiled slightly and said, "We still need money, old man, a lot of money."

"Don't we already have ten thousand dollars?" Hosea was puzzled. "This amount of money is enough for all of us to buy some good land in the west and live like a farmer."

Dutch shook his head and said: "No, Hosea, in fact, the ten thousand US dollars is not enough. Don't forget, this ten thousand US dollars is the commission we got for defending Valentine, so half of it is returned

It is privately owned by those who participated in that operation. This is a rule. You should know that, then, what the gang really owns is only 5,000 US dollars, and a considerable part of the 5,000 US dollars was used to acquire that person.

The owner’s gun shop is gone, and part of it is used by me to organize things up and down to ensure that our whereabouts are not exposed. The remaining part is used to purchase new items for the camp. I clearly write down all these expenses.

In the account book, you might as well open it now and calculate how much of the five thousand US dollars is left."

Seeing that Dutch's reasons were so good and everything he said was true, Hosea had nothing to say and could only express his worries: "Oh, you are right, Dutch, I'm just worried.

Although we didn’t take the initiative to deal with Valentine, there was still too much noise after all. Almost everyone in the town recognized the familiar faces among us on the wanted posters, and they almost directly participated in the defense.

The fact of the war has been made clear. Although this is not a bad thing, the aftermath of the vote in Blackwater Town is too great. No matter whether we do good things or bad things, as long as we are too high-profile, it is very likely to cause trouble.

Attention Pinkerton..."

"Relax, old man, relax," Dutch comforted Hosea and said, "Judging from all the previous signs, things have turned around for us. In fact, we have already reached the bottom before, no matter how far we go,

It’s time to go up, and when all of us return, it’s time for us to prepare for the return of the king.”

It wasn't until this moment that the two people who had been chatting for a long time noticed Brandy who was already sitting under a tent nearby. Dutch looked surprised, but there was a slight ridicule in his tone: "Ah, this

Isn't it Mr. Munny? It seems you are finally willing to come back."

Brandi smiled slightly and said, "I could have come back earlier. I helped the store solve some problems and went to Strawberry Town, so I was delayed." Then, he immediately told the two of them the whole story.

In any case, even if you are really fishing for legitimate reasons, you cannot let your boss see that you are fishing. If you want to do this, you must actively show your achievements to your boss.

Although sometimes it may not be enough to impress the boss, in the end it will not leave a bad impression on the boss. This is Brandy's experience in his previous life, and he feels that it is also applicable now.

Just as Brandi thought, after listening to his narration, Dutch also suppressed his ridicule, paused slightly, and said: "Well, it seems that Colm is indeed in trouble and needs to distract his men from doing this.

It’s done.”

"Under the current circumstances, I don't think he has the energy to make money in this way," Hosea analyzed. "The new weapons that Colm robbed and flowed into the black market must have other uses."

"It is true that they are not sold for money, but there will be no other uses for them," Dutch smiled confidently and said, "There is only one possibility, and that is that these new firearms are for their own use by their core team."

After hearing this, Hosea thought for a moment, nodded, and agreed with Dutch: "It seems that his life is indeed difficult now."

"That's right," Dutch stood up from his chair and said, "When your enemy is in trouble, it's not wise not to add insult to injury."

"Are you planning to take action now?" Hosea suddenly felt a little nervous. He felt that this was too risky.

"Of course not now, Hosea, of course not now," Dutch shook his head slightly and said, "But don't worry, I have a plan, and this plan will be foolproof, but now, this plan still lacks key elements. At the same time,

There are still some necessary details that need to be polished, so now is not the time to implement it."

Having said this, he stretched out his hand and reached out of the tent. He only felt the slightest cool breeze, and the big raindrops had disappeared. He smiled and said to Brandy: "Now that you are back, enjoy the camp."

Live a leisurely life, you have been spinning around and been seriously injured during this period, it is indeed hard work."

"As long as it can make the gang better, I will do whatever it takes." Brandy expressed her determination at the right time.

"Hahaha, okay, relax, I know you are indeed loyal to me," Dutch smiled and encouraged this newcomer who had only joined for more than two months. He looked again at the people who had gathered near the stew pot.

The man and woman said, "Well, the stew has actually been made a long time ago. It's just that because of the rain, the pot has a lid, so we haven't eaten. But now, the only obstacle that prevents us from filling our stomachs no longer exists."

, so now why don’t you go eat a steaming bowl of stew and drink a cup of fragrant coffee?”

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "To be honest, I can't wait." Brandy stood up with a smile.

Holding the iron rice bowl that belonged to her temporarily, she lined up behind the men and women in the camp, and after scooping up some sticky soup from the still steaming stew pot, Brandy sat on the table she usually used.

When I came to the table to play dominoes, I looked at the bowl of something called "food" in front of me and fell into deep thought.

To be honest, let alone calling this bowl of food food, even calling it swill, Brandy felt offended by the swill. Except for the color of this bowl, which looked like stew, it was almost

The pungent sour smell, the pieces of meat from unknown creatures floating in the soup noodles or sinking at the bottom of the bowl all honestly told Brandy that the thing in front of her was like shit-flavored chocolate, and she would feel sorry for herself if she ate it.

I'm sorry for the spoiled ingredients.

Brandi looked up at Pearson's carriage and found that Pearson was sitting behind the chopping board, tasting his masterpiece, frowning from time to time, muttering something to himself, then put down the bowl and spoon and walked over

.

"Mr. Pearson." Brandy walked to Pearson and called softly.

"Ah, Brandy, welcome back," Pearson said, as if awakened from deep thought, "Why, aren't you hungry?"

"I was hungry originally, but after smelling your masterpiece, I was full." Brandy tried to make her words less direct.
To be continued...