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After driving a jeep on a country road all night, Zhang Ming felt physically exhausted and excited as never before.

During the last three edits left, he finally restrained his little thoughts and continued to reverse time.

After witnessing all this, the man with a small TV rolled his eyes and hid in the deepest part of his conscious space. In this way, he expressed his contempt for Zhang Ming's abuse of power.

The sky in the east gradually glowed with light.

Zhang Ming glanced at Angela, who was sleeping in the passenger seat, and couldn't help but smile.

Angela woke up from the bumps as the road surface began to become uneven as the path deepened. She rubbed her eyes and asked, "Where are we?"

"The terminal is coming soon." Zhang Ming said.

"We're finally here." Angela lay by the car window and saw a large open field with cows and sheep wandering in groups on the lawn.

It seemed that the cows, which were rarely seen passing by vehicles, looked at Angela from dozens of meters away with their big eyes and slightly tilted heads.

Angela got excited and planned to open the car window and say hello to the cows in the distance.

"If I were yours, I wouldn't-" Zhang Ming knew that there was a smell outside, and Angela opened the car window before he could finish the reminder.

Suddenly, the smell of grass, dew, morning sun, and cow and sheep dung came rushing in. Angela had just woken up and she didn't expect this at all. She took a deep breath and wanted to smell the early morning smell carefully, but she choked. I keep coughing.

Zhang Ming suppressed laughter and closed the car window. Angela complained: "You should have reminded me."

"I was wrong. This time I will learn to rap when I go back and make sure I speak faster."

Angela heard the ridicule in his words and couldn't help but laugh when she thought about how silly she had just taken a deep breath.

After driving forward for nearly half an hour, we could vaguely see a pasture.

From a distance, Zhang Ming saw a door open behind the ranch and a man riding a maroon American Quarter Horse slowly came out.

He was wearing a cowboy hat, and under the sunglasses that covered his messy hair, his thick, untrimmed beard, and his wildly grown beard, there was a pair of eyes that had not yet fully woken up.

The man held a whip in his hand and made a popping sound as he swung it in the air.

Nearly thirty cows were driven out with whips dancing and making sounds, walking leisurely on the grassland with the soft and shining light of the morning, lowering their heads and burying their faces in the green grass, enjoying their breakfast.

A man rides a horse through a herd of cattle, while a Scottish sheepdog runs beside its owner with its tongue hanging out in excitement.Suddenly, the shepherd dog stopped, looked at Zhang Ming, and barked in a certain direction to tell its owner to be more vigilant.

"Relaxed kid."

The man jumped off the horse and touched the shepherd's head. He squinted and looked in the direction of the vehicle. Through the car window, he saw two familiar faces.

The man grinned broadly.

When the jeep drove up to the man, Zhang Ming opened the window and asked, "Where should we park the car?"

The man stretched out his left hand - it was a precision robotic arm - and gestured in a half-circle around him and said with a smile, "If you park casually, you won't get a ticket in this place."

Zhang Ming got out of the car and hugged this rough man vigorously.

"Long time no see McCree."

After the Hulk and Big Boss incident, McCree and Morrison were comrades-in-arms. Morrison chose to stay and join the Avengers to continue to exert his power, while McCree was tired of this life. The man who "retired" came west to work on his uncle's ranch.

"It's too great." McCree sighed: "Once people are idle, they will be harassed by 'time'. I have only been here for less than a year, but in my impression, the Hulk and Big Boss are as if they were a century ago. Something is wrong. If it weren’t for this thing——"

McCree raised his mechanical left arm.

"This thing reminds me from time to time and I even forget that I have experienced those things."

McCree, who lost his left arm because of General Ross's wrong orders, would have died if Steve hadn't rescued him from the rubble.

Zhang Ming shook his head and said, "There's nothing wrong with forgetting those things."

"Maybe the reason why I don't mention these things is because they happened in the past."

McCree nodded to Angela, took off his sunglasses, hung them on his shirt collar, pointed to a two-story building not far away, and said, "You guys haven't had breakfast yet, right? I came with me so you can see me." Auntie has skills."

McCree's aunt is a short, enthusiastic lady with short hair. She is about 50 years old. She is very happy to see Zhang Ming and Angela. She hugs them and loudly declares that she is going to have the "most sumptuous breakfast in history". .

McCree has the same enthusiasm as his uncle, but his expression is much calmer and more restrained.While they were chatting in the living room, they took the time to clean out a room for rest and took out a bottle of wine.

After breakfast, McCree was told by his aunt that he was not allowed to be busy with the ranch today. He only had one job today, which was to hang around with his friends.

Three people were walking on a path with a shepherd dog sticking out its tongue and making fun.

"They are all good people." Zhang Ming said sincerely.

"Yes, I thought they were too nice. You don't know that in the first few months when I came here, they were worried that I would suffer from post-war syndrome. They paid attention to me all day long when I went to the bathroom at night. From time to time, I could occasionally hear them discussing whether or not to introduce girls to me. In my aunt's words..."

McCree imitated his aunt Fu, with a passionate tone: "Love! Use love to warm his heart!"

"and then?"

"Then I was forced to join a social group in the town, and a girl took me as a disabled person and offered to cut steak for me."

"Pfft hahaha!"

Zhang Ming and Angela couldn't hold back their laughter when they thought about McCree's expression at that time.

After walking for a few more minutes, they passed through a forest and came to a wooden house.There is a wooden fence surrounding the wooden house, and some crops such as tomatoes and potatoes are planted inside.

An old man with gray hair was wielding an ax to chop wood.Although he is old, he is still very good at chopping firewood, and his strength does not make him look like an old man at all.

McCree seemed to visit the old man frequently. Before they even greeted him, the sheepdog ran to the old man's feet and waggled its tail happily.

The old man patted its back and put down the axe. He first nodded towards McCree and then noticed the two strangers. After McCree introduced Zhang Ming and Angela, the old man extended his hand.

"As for Arthur Morgan, just call me old Arthur or Arthur."

Arthur has broad and old hands, a hoarse and powerful voice, a very vicissitudes of face and deep eyes that match his vicissitudes, and has a wild demeanor of a Western cowboy.

Zhang Ming glanced at McCree, who seemed to be learning from old Arthur's style.

When they entered the wooden house, Old Arthur took out four wooden cups and walked to the corner where there was a wooden barrel half a man high.A faint aroma of malt liquor wafted out from it.

He turned on the faucet, and the golden beer slowly flowed out. The beer hit the wooden cup, and the rolling air entered it, forming a thick foam on the top.

Old Arthur, who put four glasses of beer on the table, said, "It should taste passable."

Zhang Ming's eyes lit up as he took a sip. He didn't have much appreciation for wine. It was just because of the Asgard wine and the famous wines in Tony's wine cellar that he hung out with Thor and Tony all the year round. After drinking a lot, I understood what real wine has to offer.

Old Arthur's brew has a strong smell of fresh malt, an aroma, and a unique wooden cup. It has a texture when you close your eyes, and you feel comfortable walking in the wheat field.

"How about it! Let me just say it's awesome!" McCree said.

Old Arthur laughed when he saw that everyone liked him.Suddenly he smiled, paused for a moment, tilted his head slightly, and then stood up.

"excuse me."

"What's wrong?" McCree noticed the change in his expression.

"It's nothing. You know some people can't control their bodies when they get old." Old Arthur said.

"Do you need me to bring you some adult diapers next time you come?"

Old Arthur didn't, he turned his back and extended a middle finger.

After he walked out of the cabin and closed the door, his eyes suddenly changed.Old Arthur, who walked less than 50 meters into the woods, stopped in front of a tree.

A rope hanging from the top of a tree had an end that had clearly been cut with a sharp weapon.There were still footprints on the ground. Old Arthur turned around and looked around. From the clues, he made a judgment:

The number of adult males is about seven to nine. Judging from the footprints left behind, if they are not over two hundred pounds and fat, they are fully armed and elite warriors.

, people invaded his territory for the purpose of McCree having two friends.

"Gentlemen, I don't know what you are going to do. I hope there will be no misunderstanding between us, so can you please leave the woods? Or you can send a representative so that we can talk in a civilized manner."

After Old Arthur finished speaking, there was silence in the woods, and no one responded to him.

Suddenly a bullet was shot from behind and headed straight for his heart!

Just when the bullet was about to hit, old Arthur's old age and body exploded with unimaginable speed. He dived and dodged the fatal bullet.

He quickly turned around and pulled out a retro revolver from his arms. The slender silver-white gun body had a brown-black wooden handle with light gold patterns and was inlaid with six diamonds.

"boom!"

The muzzle flashed with gunfire and a man in black uniform fell to the ground with his head blown off.

One enemy after another poked his head out from the corner, preparing to fire suppressively.

Old Arthur looked around and scanned the enemies. He could see small red dots appearing in key parts such as the eyebrows and the heart.

Next, if he has bullets, he will find these red dots and take away the enemy's life!

Five bullets flew out, and five enemies fell.

Also, three enemies.

Old Arthur threw out the wheel and took out three bullets with his left hand at his waist.He rolled on the ground to avoid enemy attacks and reloaded quickly.

The battle was over when he stood up with his gun fully loaded and the muzzle raised.

Sitting in the wooden house, Zhang Ming released the third-person camera when he heard the first gunshot and witnessed this one-sided battle.

Zhang Ming, who watched Old Arthur dragging the last enemy back, turned to ask McCree.

"Who is this friend of yours?"

Although McCree couldn't see what was going on outside, he was not worried about Arthur Morgan's safety at all. He took a sip of beer and said, "He is known as the last cowboy of this era."

bang——

The door opened and old Arthur threw a man to the ground.