New Ming Empire mixed in America

Because it was daytime, there were no customers in the tavern.

The three Bakers tied their horses to the wooden posts at the door and walked into the tavern.

The first thing that catches the eye is the outside of the counter. There is a very eye-catching wooden sign hanging in the direction of the door.

There is a sentence written on it in English: 'If you fight, please go outside, if you drink, please come here.'

"I'm right, these Easterners are just timid. How can they still call a tavern without fighting?"

After Bunir finished speaking, he whistled, and the pride on his face made Baker very disgusted.

However, his pride did not last long, because when they got closer, they saw a line of small writing on the bar:

‘Anyone who fights in the tavern needs to pay the bill for everyone. Anyone who uses a gun in the tavern can shoot him to death and receive a reward of 100 US dollars (this 100 US dollars is divided equally among all ‘people who support justice’!)’

The bartender is an Irishman nearly two meters tall. He is one of the unemployed people who came here from San Francisco to try his luck.

Because of his strong physique, Joyce arranged to work as a bartender in a tavern.

Joyce's idea was very successful. Since this guy arrived, the atmosphere in the tavern has become much more harmonious.

"Man, let's have a glass of rum." Baker, who had been a sailor for a while, had a special liking for rum.

"Sorry, no!" The bartender, who was interrupted from his nap, said in a very unkind tone.

Baker frowned, but when he saw the other person's forearms that were thicker than his own thighs, he gave up the urge to curse.

"So, is there any whiskey? Give me a glass." Baker chose his second favorite drink.

"Sorry, no!" the bartender's tone was still stiff.

This was absolutely intolerable. Baker stood up from the chair. But before he could curse, Suta poked him in the back.

Seeing Baker looking over in confusion, Suta pointed to a sign on the table, which read: 'The only alcohol available in our store is Flaming Red Lips.

"Okay, give me a glass of this flaming red lip."

Baker took a deep breath, glared at the bartender, and then sat back in his chair.

Suta and Bunir also ordered a drink each, and soon the bartender brought three glasses over.

Bunir picked it up and looked at it, and immediately cursed: "Fake oil, this is an empty cup!"

After hearing what he said, Baker and Sutta also looked at the wine glass. Sure enough, there was not a drop of wine in it.

"The wine is here, you can drink as much as you want." The bartender gave a rare explanation. After saying that, he sat back on the chair and started to catch up on his sleep.

Bunir followed the bartender's instructions and immediately discovered a strange machine placed at the bar.

Below is a white cuboid, made of a material Bunir has never seen before. A transparent light blue barrel is placed on top of the machine.

Facing his direction, there were two faucet-like switches with the words "Please lift this little handle!" written in English on the side. There was also a simple picture of a wine glass placed underneath and the switch lifted by hand.

Clear at a glance, concise and clear.

Any fool would know what to do, but Bunir was not a fool, so he figured out the method quickly.

Following the method in the picture, he tried flipping the switch.

A small stream of water (crossed out) of wine fell into the glass.

Suddenly, a scent of wine that Bunir had never smelled came out.

He couldn't wait to bring the cup to his nose and took a deep breath.

"Good wine!" Bunir gave a thumbs up to the bartender, and then took a big sip.

"Cough...cough, haha, that's good!" Obviously, this kind of industrial alcohol mixed with water completely conquered Bunir.

The bartender secretly raised his eyelids and closed his eyes again in disappointment. He thought he could see the other party spraying wine.

Time passed quickly, and it got dark in a blink of an eye.

The workers began to get off work, and the tavern's business suddenly picked up.

Because the workers worked on an American-style weekly wage system, they had enough dollars in their pockets to pay for the drinks.

The empty seats in the tavern were quickly filled by workers. Their sweat-smelling clothes were casually draped over their shoulders, chatting with each other and queuing up for drinks.

The drunken Baker trio were awakened by the noise in the pub.

When Bunir looked up, he saw that the table where the three of them were sitting had been occupied by someone else, and the three of them were lying in the aisle next to the table.

He even saw clear shoe prints on half of Suta's face.

"Mom, Fake, who threw me to the ground?" Suta noticed something was wrong from Bunir's eyes.

Although he didn't know what was on his face, it didn't stop him from getting angry.

The great Eastern godfather-Hua Qiang Liu once said: How can one be called a young man if he is not impulsive?

So Suta, who usually seemed very kind, exploded directly due to the alcohol.

The two of them didn't stop them, they just dug into their pockets silently. Fortunately, their family fortune was still there.

"What, little mouse, do you want to fight?" The worker sitting at the table in front of them was obviously an old hermaphrodite, and he hit on the weak Suta's weakness as soon as he opened his mouth.

With a swipe, he pulled out his revolver and put it directly on the opponent's head.

What he didn't see was that Baker and Bunir had quietly moved away from him with stiff steps.

What he didn't realize was that almost all the workers who came to the tavern were carrying guns!

At this time, there was silence in the originally noisy tavern, and everyone had excitement on their faces.

Even the worker with the gun pointed at his head was the same. His eyes were staring at Suta's thumb, and the corners of his mouth were grinning to the base of his ears.

Seeing him like this, Suta became even more angry. He slowly put his thumb on the trigger, and then pressed the trigger of the revolver that had been with him for two years to the bottom.

'Bang...bang...bang!'

The white smoke after the black powder was fired quickly filled the tavern, until the worker with the gun to his head shouted under the table: "Stop, stop, he is dead, Fuck, don't shoot."

!”

The door of the tavern was quietly pushed open by someone, and soon the breeze blew away the white smoke in the tavern.

There was no one standing in the tavern at this time, and there was a corpse lying next to the table that had been shot at least a dozen times.

After a while, when the white smoke completely dissipated, the workers stood up again from under their tables.

"I've seen it all, this guy is coming for me, I should take the big shot!"

The worker who just had a gun pointed at his head shouted before he could stand up.

"It's okay according to the old rules, but you have to have my share. I swear, I will definitely be the first to shoot."

"Fart, I was the one who fired the gun first. I hit his gun hand. I should get the second largest bounty."

"Mom, Fuck, you almost hit me just now..."

…

The tavern suddenly became noisy, and finally the bartender came forward.

The person who announced that there was a bullet missing from the gun split the bounty and the loot from Suta equally. The worker who caused the shootout was thrown out of the tavern after receiving the money.

This is the third time this bastard has done this. Every time he finds a bounty hunter with a fresh face coming back, he always tries to provoke a conflict.

Li Mingqi knew all this, but it was a local worker who died, so he didn't bother to care.

As for Bunir and Baker, they had already run away on horseback...