This brave man is a scumbag

Chapter 330 Tarik's Past

"So why would you hang a book up?"

After a while, Ain knocked on Zhouli's door.Wearing white-rimmed glasses and an intellectual style in a white pullover, she was half leaning against the door frame, her elegant face full of doubts.

"Smart worker dares to mock his charity boss, I won't treat him well and he will dare to fight me for a holiday next time."

Zhou Li took a wooden stick and poked the brave man who was hanging from the ceiling, and said expressionlessly: "In short, this thing is cheap, and I'm out of breath."

"Forehead…"

After struggling for a long time without understanding, Ain decided to uphold the principle of "never ask more questions if you don't understand", and changed the subject, "Alyosha wants to see you for something."

"Oh, okay."

Hearing this, Zhou Li stood up from the chair, took off the exclusive item for the brave man and put it on his waist.He pushed open the door and came to the living room with Ain.In the spacious living room, Alyosha was already sitting on the sofa, holding the coffee that Elma poured her, his deep and beautiful facial features filled with thoughts.

"Ms. Alyosha, I hope you have not been frightened by what happened today."

Zhou Li was sitting opposite Alyosha, only then did Alyosha react.She quickly put the cup in her hand on the coffee table, her face was full of apology, her voice was tense, and she was nervous at first glance: "I'm really sorry for causing you trouble."

Ain sat beside Alyosha, and gently held her hand to make Alyosha relax.The reason why she was so nervous was because she was not ready to meet Zhou Li.After all, in the parliament, Zhou Li was described by the group of councilors as a scourge of Khorne who "mortals believe in demons, and demons believe in brave men".After all, the devil cheats people and gives them some sweets, but Zhou Li is different. He first steals the sweets from you and then deceives you.

Therefore, although this trip was said to be a trip to the brave airship, Alyosha was not prepared to meet Zhou Li.In fact, she is not stupid, just the word-of-mouth among ordinary people is enough to prove that Zhou Li is not a real monster.Not to mention that he blocked the Void Invasion in Muqi, and prevented the descending of the ancient gods in Jordan, which can better reflect his...

It is indeed a disaster star in a sense.

In fact, Alyosha didn't want to see Zhou Li, the main reason was that her visit this time was a purely private act, and she felt that it was a conspiracy for a small member of parliament to visit Zhou Li in the eyes of outsiders, and it didn't make much sense to herself.So she paid her share of the airship money as usual, only saving the lengthy cross-border audit.

But what Alyosha didn't expect was that the sleep-death syndrome caused by her seasickness and fear of heights made her have a big oolong at the airport, which made Zhou Li have to pick her up in person.Now it's all right, she has to thank Zhou Li for his righteous deed.

"As Ain's friend, you are also my friend. A little favor is nothing to worry about."

Zhou Li waved his hand. Anyway, they are old acquaintances from the previous life, so it's nothing to do a favor.Besides, even if he didn't go, Alyosha and Ain could solve the matter.

"Thank you for your generosity, I... have something to tell you."

Alyosha hesitated for a moment, but she still gritted her teeth and took out a box from her waist.It was a red sandalwood box with patterns like eagle eyes carved on it.She pushed the box in front of Zhou Li and said to him:

"I want you to look at this thing."

"Ok?"

Zhou Li was stunned for a moment, the pattern on the box gave him a very familiar feeling, but he couldn't recall it anyway.He took the wooden box, put it on the table, and opened the lid.

A revolver.

Yes, revolvers.The most basic, and the most trusted partner of those western cowboys, is a rusty revolver.

The appearance of this revolver is very similar to the Colt M1873 single-action revolver on Earth, with a longer barrel, a metal front sight, and a slightly curved handle.But what is different from the 1873 nicknamed "Peacemaker" is that this revolver in an expensive wooden box is engraved with a variety of spell arrays. At the same time, on the barrel of the gun, two Universal text.

redemption.

Zhou Li looked at the pistol in front of him, and countless thoughts appeared in his mind for a moment.The reason is simple, all the revolvers used by cowboys or detectives in this world, the magazines on those guns are spell engravings, not the revolver magazines in front of you.

Because in this world, there is no real gunpowder.

The black gunpowder used by Zhou Li before is not so much gunpowder, but rather a substance filtered out by magic, and there is no way to use it to make controllable firearms.And the revolver in front of Zhou Li, discarding the numerous magic arrays on it, it is a revolver fired with gunpowder from beginning to end.

"This is…"

Zhou Li looked at Alyosha, without revealing his feelings, but asked in puzzlement, "Guns?"

"Yes, it's a revolver."

Alyosha didn't know what Zhou Li was thinking. She looked at Zhou Li as if she had made up her mind, and said to him, "This is a revolver left by my family. I want to give it to you."

"why?"

Zhou Li didn't agree, nor did he refuse. He scanned the firearm in the box with his eyes, and asked lightly, "Why did you give it to me? We haven't known each other for less than a month."

"I…"

Alyosha was a little hesitant. She looked at the old-fashioned revolver and said softly, "I saw your army. They are equipped with guns."

"Does it matter?"

Facing Zhou Li's doubts, Alyosha lowered his head and remained silent.After a long time, she raised her head and looked into Zhou Li's eyes with a serious look on her face.

"Master Brave, do you know my full name?"

Alyosha Stov, a special Tarek name, of course I know.

Although he thought so in his heart, it was impossible for Zhou Li to say so.He looked at Alyosha and shook his head.

"My name is Alyosha Morgan."

"My documents in Magnum are always Stoff's surname, only this time I fill in Morgan on the transnational document. But in fact, Morgan is my real surname."

Ok?
Zhou Li was taken aback, Morgan?

Alyosha looked at Zhou Li who was a little astonished, and continued: "My great-grandfather once participated in the Tariq Uprising, but was forced to flee the country and fled to Magnum because of some unknown secrets. Gnan, my great-grandfather changed our surnames to Stov and bought a manor in the countryside to isolate ourselves from the world."

"And this pistol is my great-grandpa's relic."

Thinking of the old man who lived a long life but lived in pain, Alyosha's eyes were full of complicated emotions.She looked at the revolver and said in a deep voice: "My great-grandfather once left us two sentences. The first sentence is to prevent everyone in our family from entering Tariq for 50 years after his death. The second sentence The second is to hand over this revolver called Redemption to the person who should be handed over."

"What about the conditions? I mean, how to judge whether this person is the one who should be handed over to?"

After hearing Zhou Li's question, Alyosha pursed his lower lip and replied: "My great-grandfather told us that this pistol can only be given to two kinds of people. The Morgan people who live in Tariq. The second is to give it to someone like him."

"Oh?"

Zhou Li raised his eyebrows, and asked in a relaxed tone: "Is your great-grandfather a kind-hearted man?"

"No, my great-grandfather was a villain."

In an instant, the originally dignified room was filled with joy.It was only then that Alyosha came to his senses, waved his hands in a panic, and quickly explained: "No, I didn't mean that the brave man is a villain. I didn't mean that."

"Forget it, let's continue."

With black hair, he dragged the snickering Elma to the sofa, and Zhou Li ravaged Elma's delicate cheek expressionlessly as a punishment.And Alyosha pretended not to see it, and continued to tell:

"My great-grandfather was actually a villain who wandered on the edge of the law before the Tsarist Empire of Tariq. He established the Dead Eye Gang that once ravaged the West, and robbed banks and empire carriages many times. It was once nicknamed the [Dead-Eyed Demon].”

"Although my great-grandfather did all kinds of crimes by burning, killing, and looting, the only good thing about him is that he never killed innocent people randomly. He only likes to ride horses and rob the empire's wealth and use his revolver to kill other outlaws in exchange for bounties, or to fight with them." Dueling other cowboys. He never killed civilians like other outlaws, on the contrary, he prefers to help civilians kill those who bully them, and get more happiness."

"Then, during a train robbery, everything changed."

Alyosha paused for a moment. Her grandfather told her about that period of history. Until now, she is still fascinated by that period of history.

Alyosha's great-grandfather is named "Azka Morgan", an outlaw fanatic who likes to rob.Of course, Azka disdains to be confused with those low-energy people who only know how to drink and kill people, so after becoming famous, Azka accepted the evil name of the dead-eyed devil, but at the same time announced that he was "rushed by the free spirit." Cowboys in their heads," not outlaws.

The free cowboy traveled across western Russia with the ability to temporarily freeze time with one hand and accurately shoot bullets into the enemy's skull.During those days, Azka became the most wanted criminal in the Tsarist Russian Empire. The entire west may not know who the Tsar was at that time, but they would definitely not be unfamiliar with Dead Eye Azka.

It was such a presumptuous and proud man, but his life was changed because of a seemingly ordinary train robbery.On that day, as usual, he used gunpowder to stop a train full of fel tools.When Azka saw the full mana crystals and a huge processing lathe, he thought he had reaped the biggest harvest in recent years.

After dealing with those imperial soldiers who couldn't even hold their guns, Azka ordered his subordinates to start counting the valuable supplies on the train.As a cowboy who doesn't like to kill civilians, Azka didn't kill everyone in the car like other outlaw lunatics. Instead, he chose to open the car door, unload their weapons and hand them a few fast horses , Let them get out of here quickly.

Those workers and engineers left here very obediently, but there was only one worker who was working hard on the table, always calculating something, completely unmoved by the outside world.Azka still remembers that thin body just leaning against the door of the carriage, staring at him, and angrily scolded him in a thick voice that didn't fit the shape:
"I calculated the energy threshold right away, you messed up all my data!"

At that time, Azka wanted to find something to wipe the magic revolver in his hand, so he casually tore a piece of paper full of words in front of this person.He thought it was all full anyway, and it was useless, and it didn't matter if I wiped the gun.And I am a robber, he was robbed, can he still scold me?

After being reprimanded, Azka felt some absurd emotions in his heart, but he didn't lose his temper. He stood there in embarrassment holding a straw paper stained with gun oil, scratched his head, and asked with a strange expression:

"What are you calculating?"

"The second crystal can unilaterally create the value of energy in an environment without external mana flow."

After saying a professional word that Azka couldn't understand at all, the young man seemed to realize that the person in front of him was not kind. He took a breath and asked, "Are you a robber?"

"Dead eyes."

At this time, Azka regained his fearful self-confidence, wiped the barrel of the gun, raised his eyebrows, and asked with great interest: "What? Afraid of death? Don't worry, dead eyes don't kill civilians, and the same goes for workers. "

"why?"

However, what caught Azka off guard was that the worker didn't immediately choose to flee.He just stood where he was, with wisdom shining in his eyes, "Are you merciful to these people, so you don't kill them?"

"mercy?"

Azka shrugged, "Not really, I just feel that civilian workers are pretty tough, and it wasn't you who killed my parents when I was young, so I don't want to kill people."

"Oh?"

After hearing Azka's somewhat vulgar and inelegant answer, the worker's eyes suddenly lit up.He looked at Azka, looked at the magic pistol on his waist, and asked him a word with a smile.

"You want revenge?"

"The slave master who killed my parents was hanged by me in the cowshed when I was 13 years old. After scraping two veins, he bled to death in the dunghill for three days. Revenge? It's long gone .”

For some reason, Azka was inexplicably not too wary of the worker in front of him. On the contrary, he felt that this young man had a reassuring atmosphere.Azka wasn't too wary, and chatted with the workers while leaning against the carriage.

"You shouldn't be here."

The workers put away the papyrus and did not leave.He looked at Azka, his brown eyes full of expectation, "Mr. Dead Eye, don't you think that just robbing the government's money is not enough?"

"Isn't that interesting enough?"

Azka smiled sassyly, he turned the mana revolver in his hand, raised his hand, and pulled the trigger.The soldiers who were lurking by the railroad tracks and were about to blow him up with black powder were instantly headshot.He looked at the unchanging worker and said with a smile, "Isn't this exciting?"

"Mr. Dead Eye, I can see that you still want revenge. It's just that after you killed your first revenge target, you didn't find a second revenge target."

Azka's expression changed when he heard the words, and he frowned and asked, "The second revenge target? Who?"

"The one who created people like you and me is also the root of evil in this land."

Staring into Azka's eyes, this thin man without any supernatural power, had a firm will in his eyes that Azka had never seen before.He spoke a word slowly with a heavy and powerful voice.

"The Russian Empire."

"who are you?"

Azka raised his pistol vigilantly, stared at the man in front of him, and asked word by word: "Who the hell are you?"

"Tariq Vladimir."

Tariq stretched out his hand, not afraid of the barrel of the black hole, and smiled:

"An ordinary worker, nothing more."

(End of this chapter)