Transcendent Dawn Chapter 128: Okla

Congany, Okla Township.

The hot sun grills the earth, the wind blows, and the yellow sand sweeps over the cacti.

Not far away, a crimson canyon is clearly visible.

This was originally a gold digging spot, which once swarmed hundreds of thousands of avid gold diggers.

Some of them got rich overnight, and some went on the streets. After a carnival full of blood and death, most of them left in silence, leaving behind a mess, and the small town of Oklahoma.

Horses are the most convenient means of transportation here.

Cowboys and muskets are the custom here.

There is also a tradition of duel in the local area. It is not the kind of gentleman's duel that counts one, two or three back to back, but a duel between cowboys and cowboys. Victory and death are only decided in a few tenths of a second.

A good marksmanship and quick spear drawing skills are enough to win you applause and even the favor of beautiful women!

So, don't underestimate the locals.

Among those cowboys! There may even be [Soldiers] or even [Gun Fighters] hidden!

Most of them live by herding cows and horses, and sometimes they work part-time as bounty hunters. Of course, if they are forced to make a living, it is not difficult to understand that they occasionally get one or two votes.

At this time, Sulu stepped into the territory of the small town of Okla.

He wore a cowboy hat, a jacket, red-brimmed mid-waist jeans, riding boots... He was completely dressed up like a local. After a few steps, he saw a bar.

Opened the shutter door with only the middle half and walked in.

For a while, a lot of eyes seemed to come and disappeared.

The sound in the bar is noisy, the tobacco is mixed with the taste of alcohol, and it is full of smoky feeling.

The noise and curse, the girl's smile and the drinker's sex, seem to converge into a unique symphony.

On one side of the wooden wall, there is a row of wanted warrants. I used sketching to draw a few fierce portraits with the amount of reward written below.

There are only a few, with black and white photo avatars, but the distortion is high.

Seeing this scene, Sulu smiled and came to the bar to sit down: "A glass of beer!"

"As a welcome to outsiders, I invite you for the first cup!"

The middle-aged bartender, wearing a white shirt, a black waistcoat and a **** moustache on his mouth, quickly delivered a large glass of beer and said with a smile.

"Why... see that I am a foreigner?"

Su Lu glanced at his clothes, which were changed deliberately, just like the locals.

"You still have one thing missing!"

The middle-aged bartender motioned his eyes: "There is a gun bag missing from his waist...and, so does your accent!"

Su Lu sipped his beer and nodded thoughtfully.

Compared to the big cities in the east, the gun ban here is much looser. Basically every cowboy will bring one or two revolvers, declaring that this is ‘man’s profusion’.

Sulu also likes this kind of profligacy, so he immediately decided in his heart that he would go for self-defense later.

At this moment, he frowned.

Inspiration felt many eyes converging, full of malice, as if a pack of wolves were watching a lamb mingled in it.

‘This is...taking me as a fat sheep? ’

Sulu smiled and waited to see who came first to die.

In just a glass of beer, he heard a lot of messages.

For example...

Gred, the ‘butcher’ who is the number one reward, robbed which bank and did what he did.

Also, the second "Rogue" Zoran, appeared somewhere, played a lot of horse police, and no one has ever seen his true face.

"Hiccup..."

Beside Sulu, two cowboys drank very excitedly. A red-nosed cowboy said loudly: "The local Mounted Police Woods is my cousin. Last time I wanted to build a forage yard. My wife made an apple pie and brought it to him. Do you know what he said?"

He glanced at Sulu, and his voice became louder: "After he accepted the apple pie, he gave me a large bundle of rope and declared that as long as the rope is enclosed, it will belong to me!"

‘This matter may be true. ’

Sulu didn’t care, knowing that the statutory laws and folklore in some places in the central and western parts of the Union have not been completely demarcated, and because of the tight police force, sometimes only one mounted policeman in a small town is responsible for handling various affairs and disputes. , The division of the unowned wasteland is indeed a matter of one sentence.

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't come yet.

What I fancy is the large number of legal loopholes in this state. It is easy to take advantage of the loopholes and get a few identities.

Of course, the red nose next to him said this deliberately, and he was suspected of intimidating himself.

If you are really a foreigner and don't have a firearm protector, what happens next can be completely guessed.

Basically, even complaints may not have any results. Regional protectionism will still exist tenaciously even after 20 years.

Especially in the midwest where cowboy culture is rampant, if ordinary people resist a little bit, it may not be impossible to become a corpse!

"Hey! Outsider, don't you invite "Old Will" to have a drink?"

Sure enough, after the red nose finished bragging, he stared at Sulu with a provocative expression.

"Old Will, this is my bar after all!"

The bartender yelled.

Sulu was a little surprised. I didn't expect this boss to be so dedicated.

"Hiccup...Yes~IndoMTL.com~This is your place! Boy, dare you go out with me?"

Old Will pointed to Sulu.

"Yes!"

Sulu agreed happily, and immediately heard a sigh around him.

"Why did you **** it away from Old Will?"

"Lucky for him... I want him to treat him tonight!"

……

"What is this? Will it take me?"

Sulu sneered and followed Old Will out of the bar.

Don't talk about the abilities of the [Occultist], just relying on his [Rogue] agility of up to 3.0, you can do things that ordinary people think are incredible, such as... hide from bullets!

Of course, this does not mean that he is faster than a bullet, but he can do it faster than the opponent pulls the trigger.

As long as it is not [Gun Fighter], Sulu is not very afraid of ordinary guns.

‘Just...I’m missing a revolver...’

Su Lu glanced at the gun pouch around Old Will's waist, and couldn't help being satisfied.

"Outsiders..."

Old Will was ignorant of his own destiny, and was showing a grinning smile. Suddenly, his face turned to surprise again, and he looked at the entrance of the town.

Sulu followed his gaze and saw two knights bathing in the red sunset, the leader of which was a cowgirl with a wheat complexion.

She has a physique, like a female leopard, with a gun pouch on each side of her waist, a horse rein in one hand, and a straw rope in the other hand, which is connected to the knight behind. A hapless man with his upper body heavily bound.

"It turned out to be her?"

Old Will exclaimed in a low voice, gave Sulu a fierce look, showing a "lucky fortune" expression, and turned back to the bar.

‘This is over? ’

Su Lu stayed where he was, a little stunned. His first appearance was just over?

And this cowgirl, is it a beauty to save a hero?