As for Dalton, although Brandy often patronizes his business, as he said before, he was in West Elizabeth for the previous month and just came back recently. Regarding the new changes and new characters in Valentine,

He wasn't that clear yet, so the two just shook hands and said "Nice to meet you", and the conversation officially got down to business.

The three capitalists each found a position that they thought was suitable, while Brandi stood where the pastor usually stood when preaching. He cleared his throat, seeming to be preparing for the upcoming tirade or debate.

"Okay, gentlemen," Brandy said, "I think you all have some guesses about the purpose of calling you here, right?"

"Unfortunately, Mr. Munny, not," Dalton said, "so I was hoping you could get straight to the point and clear things up for us."

"No problem, Mr. Dalton," Brandi nodded and said, "You don't even know about the upcoming disaster in this town, right?"

"Are you saying that the day after tomorrow there will be a massacre of more than a hundred people in the town?" Smithfield said with some disdain, "Such words come from the mouth of a madman and an Irish beggar. How credible do you think they are?"

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Smithfield. Although what you said is very reasonable, this matter is 100% true," Brandy said. "I think you should know the little girl who was kidnapped? We rescued her yesterday.

Came back, and killed about twenty people in the process. These people were either wearing robes, talking crazy, or dressed like sloppy cowboys, and spoke Irish-like English. Now, you still think this is nonsense.

?"

The three capitalists looked at each other, and they all read more or less panic in each other's eyes.

"Ahem, pardon me, Mr. Munny," Smithfield's tone softened again, "So, when you called us here, have you already thought about how to protect our property in this storm?

?”

When Brandy heard this, she smiled and said, "I have to say, Mr. Smithfield, you have more imagination than the most bragging drunkard in your pub."

"So, Mr. Munny," Calloway, who had remained silent, spoke up, "what is your purpose in calling us here?"

"It's very simple, I need your help, gentlemen," Brandi spread his arms like a missionary and said, "In the next battle to defend the town, we will mobilize all the residents who are still in the town to resist those

Damn gangsters and cultists, among all the residents, you three are naturally included."

"Do you think those civilians who flee when they are in danger are trustworthy?" Dalton questioned, "Although I have been away from town for a while, I know that since those two people kidnapped the little girl yesterday,

, nearly half of the residents in this town chose to run away, and they all left here overnight. As for the remaining people, they either didn’t have time to run, or they just couldn’t run. Otherwise, who would be willing to let their wealth and life fall into this moment?

In danger?"

"Then I have a question, why don't you three run away?" Brandy asked.

The three capitalists looked at each other and smiled bitterly. Calloway said: "To tell you the truth, the wealth and lives of the three of us all depend on this town. Leaving here means that we have to give up everything here and lose a lot of profits."

, invest more money in a new place, and if we go back and forth like this, it may take us ten years to fully recover the cost. If we stay here, the losses may be smaller."

"In this case, I think helping us and helping the residents of the town protect this town can minimize your losses." Brandy said vowedly.

Dalton crossed his legs and looked like he was listening: "Oh? How low do you mean by the lowest?"

Brandi smiled slightly and said: "I am a bounty hunter and don't know any precise arithmetic or complex economics, but I think that at least with us here, Mr. Smithfield's tavern will not lose a large amount of spirits and high-quality liquor."

With the ingredients, Mr. Dalton’s gun shop will not lose a large number of sophisticated firearms and a huge amount of bullets. As for you, Mr. Calloway, your clinic will not lose a large amount of high-quality medicinal materials and precious pharmaceuticals. Are these still

Isn’t it enough?”

The three capitalists looked at each other and nodded. Smithfield said: "Then why not ask Mr. Munny to explain in detail what we need to do?"

"It's simple, gentlemen," Brandi said, "Mr. Smithfield needs to provide enough free alcohol and food for everyone in the town, Mr. Calloway needs to provide free medical assistance to the wounded, and as for Dalton

Sir, you need to lend all the firearms and bullets you own to all residents in the town for free. I think this should not be a difficult task for you, right?"

"If that's all, I don't think there's any problem," Dalton said, "but from the look of you, it seems like you haven't finished speaking yet."

Brandi smiled, he just loved chatting with smart people.

"As expected of you, Mr. Dalton, let me make it clear," Brandy said, "You should understand that there is no free lunch in this world, so my friends and I helping you protect the town are not free either.

I think we should ask for appropriate remuneration for our services, do you think this is reasonable?”

Dalton nodded and said: "This is as it should be. So, tell me your price."

"Considering the manpower and material resources we have lost in the past few days, as well as the danger of this work, I think it is very appropriate for you to pay each of us a thousand dollars as a reward." Brandi smiled.

"One thousand dollars?!" The faces of the three capitalists changed, and Smithfield asked eagerly: "How many people do you have in total?"

Brandy thought for a moment and said: "Not counting those who are not participating in the frontal battle, there are about ten people."

"In other words, do you want us to pay you ten thousand dollars as a reward for protecting the safety of the town and our personal property?" Calloway confirmed again and again.

"Yes, gentlemen," Brandy said, "and, to correct you, in addition to what you said, we also need to protect your lives and property."

Dalton stood up suddenly, his face flushed red, and veins popped out on his forehead and temples.

"This is robbery, outright robbery, sir," Dalton said angrily. "I cannot accept such unreasonable demands."

Brandy advised: "Mr. Dalton, please calmly think about the pros and cons of this. Moreover, I am talking about the three of you paying $10,000 to hire us, not the three of you each paying $10,000.

"

"Even so, you are robbing," Dalton said angrily. "Mr. Munny, when I heard Mr. Calloway say that before, I thought you were a decent man. I didn't expect that you and those desperadoes, and those

There's no difference between being a private detective, so I won't go with you, and you, including everyone in this town, don't even think about getting a gun from my Dalton store."

After Dalton finished speaking, he turned around and saw Micah, who was wearing a white suit, already holding up a double-barreled shotgun with a grin.

There was a dull gunshot, and Dalton's chest was beaten to pieces. His body was like a torn bag filled with grain. He was pushed several meters by a huge force before he fell to the ground.

The other two capitalists had never seen such a battle before. They were so frightened that they screamed and tried to hide under the chairs.

Brandi also changed his expression at this time, and his bright green eyes were as cold as the muzzle of a double-barreled shotgun.

"Be polite to you, do you really think I'm here to bargain with you? Sorry, everyone, I'm just here to inform you," Brandi lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said, "Now, let me say

Finished, who is in favor and who is against?"


Chapter completed!