Cosma Empire

Riding his beloved horse through the forest, the dappled sunlight gave the woods an incomprehensible elegance, Old John took out a crumpled letter from his arms, and slowly unfolded it.

"Dear Kent:"

"If you can read this letter, it means that God has not taken you away, then you should also consider the things we discussed before."

"It's impossible for you not to come back for the rest of your life. Do you really want to wait until the day when the bad news comes before you regret what you have done?"

"Father is very old. He fell down some time ago. Now he can't do anything anymore. He can only move a short distance every day. He looks very pitiful..."

"Although he never said anything to us, we all know that he is very guilty and regrets everything he has done to you."

"For the sake of him being old and going to see God, I and all the family members beg you, if you can, come back and see him, even if it's only for a few days..."

The letter wasn't long, but the content made Old John a little...worried.

John is his name after he became a gold digger to cover up his real name. When he was young, he quarreled with his father and left the house because of his ideas. He vowed that even without the support of his family, he could use his own hands. Fight for a future for yourself.

Obviously, he overestimated his ability and underestimated the reality of society. When he was desperate and unwilling to go home to admit his failure, he became a gold digger.

It was the best age for gold diggers. People said that there were countless wealth hidden in the wilderness of the west. He really believed it. It has been more than ten years since the day he set foot in the west. (As mentioned earlier, Old John is not actually old)

During these long years, he has almost forgotten his past, forgot that there was an old man who was always rude to him, laughed at his dreams, and refused his requests.

It wasn't until a few years ago that he accidentally ran into his elder brother who came to look for him, and he had new contact with his family. At the same time, he also knew that the family never gave up looking for him.

As long as his elder brother is free, he will come to the west, because before he came to the west, he told his former colleagues that he would come to the west to seek wealth.

For such an elusive clue, every city in the west has footprints left by his family, just to find him.

When I was young, because of my arrogance,

So he didn't want to go back, he just wanted to prove to his father that all his ideas were right, and he would definitely be able to become the person he wanted to be.

Now that he doesn't want to go back, he has no face to go back. Even if he doesn't want to admit it, he has to admit that he is wrong and his father is right.

Sometimes things are easy to pick up, but hard to put down.

Recalling the pale past in his memory, Old John put the letter back into the letter and put it close to his body.

The killings during this period and the subtle changes in the camp made him feel irritable, especially his injured leg had been warning him that gold diggers were not a career full of dreams and naivety.

Maybe one day, if he is not careful, he will throw his life in this wilderness, and no one will even know what happened to him and where he died.

Gold mines are so tempting,

The hand holding the rein tightly was a little white, and the inner struggle was very fierce. After a while, he sighed.

This time, bring some more ore back home, collect three to five thousand yuan and go home. The money may not be much, but at least I can open a small shop in my hometown.

Suddenly he looked up at the bushes on one side, and raised his shotgun with his hand. Under his gaze, a rabbit jumped out of the bushes and stopped walking.

After observing for a while, Old John saw that the muzzle of the gun was slightly downward, but suddenly he raised the muzzle and fired at the bushes.

Isn't it always like this in movies, the guy who is hiding accidentally makes a sound, and then a bird comes out of nowhere, or something like a rabbit or cat runs away, making people mistakenly think that no one is there That.

After a shot, there was no noise inside, no one suppressed the pain and groaned and pretended not to be heard, and there was no sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

He quickly unloaded and reloaded a bullet, and inserted the shotgun into the holster of the saddle with an extremely skilled backhand. He grabbed the rein with both hands and shook it vigorously. Someone will come over soon after the gunshot just spread out. Check.

He went into the mountain alone this time, and he knew very well the virtues of the gold diggers. Even himself, he would have some unfriendly thoughts when he met people who were alone.

On the canopy thirty meters away, a guy with oil paint on his face raised his gun, and the muzzle protruded from the canopy...

Old John's greasy sideburns swayed back and forth in the strong wind blowing by his ears, and there were bursts of sharp tinnitus when the strong wind poured into his ears. It seemed that he was tired from time and wanted to take a break at this moment.

The bullet whirled and slowly approached his temple with a cyclone. He tried his best to avoid it, but the slow moving speed was powerless.

At this moment, his heart is at peace, maybe from the day he came to the West, he knew that he would end up like this.

Everyone is trading their lives for money, some are already dead, some are about to die, and no one can break free from this iron law.

Thinking of the people he killed before, Old John no longer tried to avoid them, but found it interesting and ridiculous. This may be an endless cycle.

He killed a lot of people, now it's his turn.

The bullet was slowly embedded in his flesh. He thought it would be very painful, but in fact it was not as painful as he imagined, and he didn't even feel the pain.

Flesh shattered by the spinning bullet swirled past the corner of the eye, cracks appeared in the skull, and the bullet was blocked for a moment...

"I'm sorry...", at the end of his life, Old John just wanted to say an apology that he could never say.

In the next second, the entire skull was thrown away.

The second gunshot rang out, and the sky above the woods was alarmed by the first gunshot. The flying birds hovering over the nest were startled again, and quickly flew into the distance. A nearby team suddenly stopped and turned their horses towards the gunshot. where to move fast.

Seven or eight minutes later, the team came to the place where the gunshots sounded, and after searching for a while, they found Old John with one foot hanging from a stirrup.

Several people in the team immediately raised their shotguns to be on guard. One of them got off the horse, walked to Old John, pulled his foot out of the stirrup, squatted down to check the injury, and then searched his body.

"Killed by one shot...everything is there, the other party may not have gone far, be careful around." The man who inspected the corpse found Old John's square scarf, untied it, and then took out everything on him, including the letter.

In fact, gold diggers often encounter such things. These people are also gold diggers and know how to deal with the current situation.

They took out all the valuable things from Old John's body, packed them up, hung them on Old John's horse, and led Old John's horse away quickly.

This kind of assassination kept happening in the Yagur Mountains, and there would be a gunshot from time to time. The gold diggers on the way didn't find anything too unusual until the end of their shift and when they retreated from the mountain. moment.

The gold diggers who came back from the mountains happily sent bags of gold ore to the recycling station in exchange for a lot of cash. Now the only thing they need to do is to revel.

Gold mines are always one of the favorite things of gold diggers. A small piece of gold ore can be exchanged for a lot of banknotes, which makes them realize the happiness of being a gold digger and the value of their own existence.

With money, gold diggers flocked to nearby entertainment venues, and the bar was the most attractive place. Here you can get drunk, find skilled women, and exchange ideas and information.

Almost everything a gold prospector needs can be found here.

In the evening, the largest bar in the West District suddenly boiled up. Someone claimed that Hawkeye was dead, which made the gold diggers in the bar very dissatisfied.

Hawkeye is the most famous legendary gold digger in the West District. This is no longer a title, a symbol, but a spirit.

Now, someone actually spread rumors that he was dead?

The young man with a bruised nose and a swollen face was pushed against a corner by a few strong men, and a circle of people surrounded him, all angrily cursing and cursing the rumor-monger.

"Boy, listen, if you don't want to die in a stinky ditch in the middle of the night, you'd better get down on your knees and seriously apologize for your stupid behavior!"

The little man held his swollen cheeks and said vaguely, "I didn't spread rumors or lie. Really, Hawkeye is dead, and his body was brought back..."

There was a moment of silence in the bar, and a strong man roared, "Impossible, Hawkeye can't die, last time more than a dozen people surrounded him and killed none of them, and it's even more impossible for him to die in the mountains..."

"But the body has been brought back..."

Hawkeye is dead?

The people in the bar fell silent. They may not be familiar with each other with Hawkeye, and they may not have said a word, but Hawkeye is the object of everyone's worship. He is alive, and every gold digger in the West End will feel excited.

His legendary stories, his legendary encounters, and his terrible marksmanship, to a large extent, Hawkeye symbolizes the ideal state of a gold digger.

Not only Hawkeye, but most of the people who have been called "legendary gold diggers" are like this. They set an example for all gold diggers and pointed out a direction. They are the living future and the hope of living!

But now, someone told them that this benchmark, role model, future and hope, is... dead?

Everyone will face death one day, although everyone knows it.

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