The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 325 Wild Texas

"Did you know?" Tom with the Broken Finger sighed as he walked, "In the past, Tom wasn't that old Tom, and he didn't have a broken finger..."

"Yes." Shirley nodded in agreement: "It's just a simple gambling dog."

"No, it's not that simple." Tom Severed Finger choked again, seeming quite sad: "Before I became addicted to gambling, I was actually in a gang... In fact, I didn't become a gangster until I was forced to abandon that identity." A captive of gambling."

"What about the alcohol?" He Nan asked.

"Uh... wine, I drink it all the time." Tom rubbed his forehead and said helplessly, "I can't help it. I've been drinking it since I was a child. I feel uncomfortable if I don't drink it for a day..."

"Alcohol addiction, if you don't quit slowly, you will die from it sooner or later." He Nan frowned.

"I know, and I thought about quitting, but the feeling of being drunk...it's so good, you know? It can help you forget your sorrows for a while." When Tom said this, he laughed at himself again: "Oh, of course. Before I drink because I simply love to drink. I drink without worry. That kind of feeling of being slightly drunk... I can enjoy it in the bar for two days in a row!"

"Well... Actually, it's not hard to see you like this in bars." Ho Nan's curiosity was aroused: "So, Tom, you said you were a gangster before? It must have been a long time ago. I remember When I was a child, the gangsters in New York were relatively restrained. It wasn't until Jin Bing's criminal career became bigger and bigger that conflicts intensified in all aspects. Did you ever work for him?"

"Ha! Every gang in early New York either fought Kingpin or sided with him...and then the gang that couldn't stand in the opposite direction in time just disappeared—but no." Tom looked at the sky, then looked down Shaking his head: "I was not in New York when I was in the gang, but in Texas."

"Oh... so you used to be from Texas." He Nan felt more interested.

The people of Texas are tough and martial.

However, when he thought of Tom's extremely stretched performance in the gangster car chase last time, He Nan suddenly felt that there were more problems.

...Although, for ordinary people to hit, it is very likely that it depends on luck to decide whether to hit or not.

"Heh, I'm also a Texan now! In my heart, Texas is my hometown forever... The vast land, the explosion of the diesel engine... That's what makes it so fucking exciting! It's not at all like the small broken cars here in New York. It's different... It's just that I can't go back, so I can only stay in New York like this." Speaking of this, Tom looked disappointed.

Just when He Nan thought he was feeling homesick, the bastard suddenly said, "Hey, I want to drink. How can there be no wine when telling this kind of story? I want a high degree of counting, and I can wipe it off even if I drink a little." The kind that blows a deer's ass off the bullet. I like that."

...smear bullets with Alcohol?
Are all Texans hunting so hard?

Ho Nan thought about what would happen.

Then it turns out that nothing actually happened.

At most, the bullet may be ignited, just a little flame from the casing.

Maybe you can enjoy it visually, but it's really useless.

Since Ho Nan wanted to hear what he had experienced in the past, Tom opened up the chatterbox before entering the restaurant, and briefly talked about his not so legendary but somewhat exciting life experience.

He claimed that from this story, you can witness how a promising gang member fell into the bottom of life step by step and became a homeless man.

But He Nan felt extremely sad after hearing this, and at the same time, he didn't feel that this was a "boundless future".

Because he is just a very ordinary gangster boy, the kind with a wholesale price of one dollar and three.

He joined the gang at the age of 16.

In the beginning, this gang was actually just a militia organized spontaneously by young people.

The purpose is to make up for the insufficient police force and resist the bandits who come to the town to loot.

After a long struggle, they finally drove the bandits out of here completely.

At this time, the gang in a nearby town found them and thought that these young people were very promising, and wanted to absorb them into the gang and take over the town.

Tom and the others refused, because the town belonged to them and they couldn't give it up like this.

Thus, a new round of fighting began.

The people of Texas are simple and honest.

...and extremely aggressive and tough.

But it is different from the chaotic situation in New York. There is orderly chaos over there, and the whole people are in a state of superposition of contradictions between order and chaos.

It can be seen from the fact that dueling culture is still prevailing.

What Is American Dueling Culture?
It's like the cowboy western, but not quite the same.

In a real duel, apart from empty-handed or knife fighting, the two parties often do not agree on what weapons to use, and they will never stand still and compare the speed of who draws the gun, aims, and fires faster.

No matter what you do, as long as you don't sneak attack or call someone, you can kill the opponent.You can use RPG if you want.

In Texas, if you pissed someone off, they might demand a duel.

Sometimes it's just a matter of beating the opponent down.

Sometimes it's not enough if you don't die.The two sides will fight to the death, and whoever wins will win the honor.

You can also decline.

But it will be made fun of.

Although the law does not expressly stipulate that, but death caused by a duel is often not a homicide.

Because judge Haas and the jury were all Texans, they all felt that this was just a loss in the duel, an honor killing, and to a certain extent, the deceased committed suicide, so how could it be considered a homicide?

No matter in terms of culture, administration, or law... the public security in Texas has been in a state of orderly chaos for a long time.

The rate of people holding guns also remains high, and many people even hold heavy firepower such as machine guns and howitzers.For this kind of war between the two towns, the state government has always turned a blind eye and closed its eyes, and is too lazy to take care of it if it doesn't cause trouble.

But they are also very restrained, and they have never been polite and do not make trouble.Compared with the frenzied criminals here in New York, this is a clean stream.

Anyway, Tom's gang beat the opposing gang in a war and took over their town.

This move has won the reputation of the gang, and it has the meaning of growing.

However, gang demise often comes without warning.

They encountered a stronger gang in the process of expansion, just like they wiped out other people's gangs, this time it is their turn to pay back.

In order to save his life, Tom had to disband the gang with the founders, and never got involved in the gang industry. Unexpectedly, the other party still refused to let them go, so Tom had to escape all the way to New York, where he became infected with gambling. The vice, alcoholism, also became more severe at the same time.

(End of this chapter)