New Ming Empire mixed in America

The tavern is very busy tonight, and most of the customers are bounty hunters who have come back from outside.

The workers stayed in the camp honestly today.

After the killing of bounty hunters a few days ago, the conflict between workers and hunters has become irreconcilable.

The principle that the rabbit dies and the fox is sad is applicable everywhere. If given the chance, these hunters don't mind making trouble for those workers.

Today was originally a good opportunity, but the workers were not stupid, and none of them fell into a trap.

Therefore, today's tavern is a special place for hunters.

Baker is also among them. But his situation is not good now.

Because he deceived three waves of companions in a row, Baker's reputation in the hunter circle has become increasingly bad.

A hunter's reputation often represents his influence.

Baker, who was originally known for his decisiveness and ruthlessness, had been rumored to have tricked fifteen of his companions to death since he accepted employment from the Orientals.

The person who spread this information was none other than Baker's former companion Bunir.

Ever since Suta was shot to death by a worker in the tavern, a conflict was inevitable between the two men who had lost their moderator.

So Baker became a lone ranger, while Bunir found a new backer, a group of gangsters who had just come from San Francisco looking for work.

"Beck, don't use your evil thoughts anymore. Now everyone doesn't trust you, and you won't succeed."

Bunier had a sarcastic smile on his face, leaning against the bar with a wine glass in his hand, just blocking Baker's retreat.

Glancing at the six big men who vaguely surrounded him, Baker stared at Bunir gloomily, veins bulging in the hand holding the wine glass.

"Don't look at me like this. Although you perfected all the plans, you are only one person now, so you may be able to get a little bit of the loot."

Bunir still had that smile, but the smugness in his eyes could not be concealed.

Yes, Baker was calculated. Before dark, he successfully incited twelve people in the tavern to prepare to follow him and fight tomorrow.

But what he didn't expect was that after he revealed all his plans and arrangements, Bunir appeared.

Only then did he realize that apart from him, the rest of his team were all Bunir's companions.

"You won't end up hanging out with the Vulture. Don't forget that he is actually a gangster in San Francisco."

Baker tried to persuade Bunir, but judging from the increasingly obvious sarcastic expression on the other party's face, the result was not very good.

Not long after, Baker was kidnapped from the bar and taken into a forest by the Los Angeles River.

Bunir gave Baker a hard push, who was walking in front, and said, "Hurry up, you damn guy. If Vulture hadn't ordered you to stay alive, I would have sent you on your way."

This small forest is only half an hour away from the Xinming Empire's camp and can be used as a temporary shelter before planning.

Now a large pit more than two meters deep has been dug in the woods, and a fence-like cover has been nailed to the pit with wood.

To put it bluntly, this is a simple dungeon.

"Andrew, your digging skills are really good. I think you can spend your remaining years peacefully by doing odd jobs in the cemetery after retirement. Hahaha."

Bunir laughed and joked with his new friend Andrew.

After seeing no reaction from the other party, he shrugged boredly. He opened the chain on the dungeon and kicked Baker down.

"Hey, just take your time and enjoy this wonderful night in the dungeon, idiot!"

Seeing Baker's misfortune, Bunir felt very happy.

After spitting at Baker who collapsed in the dungeon, Bunir stood up and prepared to lock the lid of the dungeon again.

But what he never expected was that as soon as he stood up, someone pressed a rifle against his back.

When he looked back, he found that it was Andrew. Bunir, who was relieved, complained casually:

"Don't make such a joke next time, in case I take it seriously..."

The second half of his words were interrupted by the butt of Andrew's gun hitting his face.

"Go down, my friend." Andrew looked at Bunir, his face full of teasing.

Okay, now Bunir finally knows why this dungeon is so big.

"I said before, following the vultures will not end well."

Baker looked at Bunir, who had just been thrown down, with a grin.

Both of their hands were tied behind their backs, but for Baker, a pair of feet was enough for him to take revenge.

As a result, bursts of screams rang out in the woods at night.

The next day, all the bounty hunters gathered in an open space early.

Today, those Easterners will cash in the dozens of scalps that Baker and the others brought back two days ago.

This matter has been spread to everyone for a long time, and today is also the day to receive Zhou Xin.

So almost all the bounty hunters came here.

"Cough, cough... crooked, crooked?" Sun Laifu, who was standing on the high platform, patted the microphone in front of him a few times.

After hearing his own voice, he nodded with satisfaction and gave up his position to the translator beside him.

"Before I distribute the bounty to everyone today, I would like to ask, is Mr. Baker here?"

The translator took the list and shouted to the audience.

"Here!" The crowd raised an arm high, and then a bearded man with triangular eyes squeezed out from behind.

Several hunters who knew him around him just wanted to speak, but he glared back with sinister eyes.

A dozen bearded men also appeared around the open space. They lifted their clothes to reveal the holsters on their waists, and placed their hands on their belts very naturally.

When the 'rightful owner' arrived, the translator started distributing money according to the names on the list.

As for those who didn't show up...mostly because of some accident, otherwise who would miss the time to receive the money?

The list of more than a hundred people was read out quickly, and all those whose names were called held more or less a dozen exquisite aluminum coins in their hands.

This kind of aluminum coin is very beautifully made, and each one weighs 4.62 grams (the size is based on the size of a one-yuan coin).

There is a beautiful crown engraved on it, and there are three five-pointed stars above the crown.

Moreover, the surface of the coin has extremely fine stripes, which evenly divide the surface of the coin into dozens of parts.

This aluminum crown coin was launched last week and has been welcomed by everyone.

Because their boss, the generous Li from the East, promised.

Each of these aluminum crown coins can be exchanged for only three dollars.

At that time, one U.S. dollar could be exchanged for 0.05 ounces (1.42 grams) of gold.

And because of the price difference between gold and aluminum, everyone loves it.

Each aluminum crown coin can be exchanged for US$3.5 immediately when taken outside.

And because of its exquisite appearance, the captains in San Francisco who transported supplies to the New Ming Empire also exchanged Spanish gold coins for aluminum crown coins from time to time.

It can be said that the first currency of the Xinming Empire has now taken shape. It has been widely used in foreign trade channels and has received rave reviews.

During this time, more and more San Franciscans came here to look for jobs after going bankrupt.

Most people choose to find long-term contract jobs at construction sites, while a small number choose to work part-time to survive the current difficulties.

After receiving their wages, some of the bounty hunters mounted their horses and headed straight for the dock.

These are bounty hunters who come to the Xinming Empire to do odd jobs, and the work of drawing maps is mainly done by these people.

Others went straight to the pub, planning to take advantage of today's half-price drinks to celebrate with a big drink.

But there was a group of people who stayed where they were, took out the slogans they had prepared in advance, and started shouting:

"The life of a bounty hunter is also life. Let the Eastern capitalists come out and give an explanation to those dead brothers!"

"Yes, let that little brat get out and give us an explanation."

"My brother died outside. It's all the fault of that damn Eastern capitalist. Come out and give me an explanation."

"get out…"