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Angela could hear the irony in his words, and thinking of how stupidly she took a deep breath just now, she couldn't help laughing.

After driving forward for another half an hour, I could vaguely see a pasture.

From a distance, Zhang Ming saw the door at the back of the ranch open, and a man riding a bay red American Quarter Horse came out slowly.

He was wearing a cowboy hat to cover his messy hair, his thick, untrimmed beard grew wildly, and under the sunglasses were a pair of eyes that hadn't fully woken up.

The man held a whip in his hand, and he swung it in the air, making a cracking sound of "crack, crack".

Nearly thirty cows were driven out by the sound of whips dancing, and walked slowly on the grassland, accompanied by the soft light of the morning, lowered their heads, buried their faces in the green grass, and enjoyed their breakfast.

A man rode a horse among the cattle, and a Scottish shepherd dog, sticking out its tongue, excitedly ran beside its owner.Suddenly, the shepherd dog stopped, looked in Zhang Ming's direction, barked, and told the owner to be more vigilant.

"Relax, kid."

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

The man grinned and smiled.

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

The man stretched out his left hand—it was a precise mechanical arm—and gestured half a circle around, and said with a smile: "Stop anytime, buddy, no one will give you 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 incidents, 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 and chose to He "retired" and came west to work on his uncle's ranch.

"It's too much." McRae sighed: "Once a person is free, he will be harassed by 'time'. I have only been here for less than a year, but in my impression, Hulk and the big boss seem to be a century ago. things. If it wasn't for this thing—”

McCree raised his mechanical left arm.

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

McCree lost his left arm due to an erroneous order from General Ross, and 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, don't mention these, it's all a thing of the past."

McRae nodded to Angela, took off his sunglasses and hung them on the collar of his shirt, pointed to a two-story building not far away and said, "You guys haven't eaten breakfast yet, right? Come with me, let you have a look My aunt's handiwork."

McRae's aunt is a short and enthusiastic lady, she is about 50 years old, she has short hair, saw Zhang Ming and Angela's visit, hugged them happily, and loudly declared that she would have the "best ever" breakfast .

McCree's uncle is equally enthusiastic, but his expression is much more calm and restrained.While they were chatting in the living room, they cleaned out a room for rest and took out a bottle of wine from their collection.

After breakfast, McCree was told by his aunt that he was not allowed to work on the ranch today. He only had one job today, which was to accompany his friends around the neighborhood.

The three of them walked along a small road with a shepherd dog sticking out its tongue and having fun.

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

"Yeah, sometimes I think they're too nice. You don't know, the first few months, they were worried that I would have post-war syndrome, and they watched me all day, and I went to the bathroom at night. Sometimes, I can occasionally hear them discussing whether to introduce a girl to me, in the words of my aunt..."

McCree imitated his aunt's passionate tone: "Love! Use love to warm his heart!"

"and then?"

"Then, I was forced to participate in a fellowship in the town, and one of the girls treated me as a disabled person and offered to cut steak for me."

"Pfft hahaha!"

Thinking of McCree's face at that time, Zhang Ming and Angela couldn't help laughing.

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

An old man with gray hair is brandishing an ax to chop wood.Although he is getting old, his movement of chopping wood is still very powerful, and he does not look like an old man at all.

McRae seemed to visit the old man often. Before they said hello, the shepherd ran to the old man's feet and wagged his tail happily.

The old man patted it on the back and put down the axe. He nodded to McCree first, then noticed the two strangers. After McCree finished introducing Zhang Ming and Angela, the old man stretched out his hand.

"Arthur Morgan, just call me Old Arthur or Arthur."

Old Arthur's palms are broad and powerful, and his voice is hoarse and magnetic. With his vicissitudes of face and deep eyes, he has the wild demeanor of a western cowboy.

Zhang Ming glanced at McCree, he seemed to be learning the style of old Arthur.

They entered the cabin, and old Arthur took out four wooden cups and walked to a wooden barrel half a person's height in the corner.A faint aroma of malt wine wafted from it.

He turned on the faucet, and the golden beer flowed out slowly, colliding with the wooden cup, the beer rolled, and the air entered into it, forming a thick foam on the top layer.

Four glasses of beer were placed on the table, and old Arthur said, "Try it, it should be passable."

Zhang Ming took a sip, and his eyes lit up. He doesn't have much appreciation for wine, but because he hangs out with Sol and Tony all the year round, the Asgard wine and the famous wine in Tony's wine cellar rub against each other. After drinking a lot, I understand what a real wine tastes like.

The wine brewed by Old Arthur has a strong taste, an aroma of fresh malt, coupled with the unique texture of wooden cups, close your eyes, and feel like walking in a wheat field.

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

Seeing that everyone liked it, Old Arthur laughed.Suddenly, his smile paused for a moment, he turned his head slightly, and then stood up.

"excuse me."

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

"It's nothing, you know, when you get old, you can't control your body a little bit," said old Arthur.