Video bloggers in American comics

A jeep was driving on a country road. Zhang Ming, who had been driving all night, was physically exhausted, but his spirit was as high as ever.

When the last three editing times were left, he finally restrained his little thoughts and did not continue to reverse time.

Witnessing all this, Xiao TV rolled his eyes and hid in the deepest part of his conscious space. In this way, he expressed his contempt for Zhang Ming's abuse of power.

The eastern sky gradually glowed with light.

Zhang Ming glanced at Angela, who was sleeping in the passenger seat, and couldn't help but smile.

As we went deeper into the path, the road surface began to become uneven. Angela woke up from the bumps. She rubbed her eyes and asked, "Where are we?"

"The terminal is coming soon." Zhang Ming said.

"We're finally here." Angela lay beside the car window, and what she could see was a large open lawn, with cows and sheep wandering in groups of three or five on the lawn.

It seemed that vehicles were rarely seen coming and going. The cows stared at Angela from a few dozen meters away with their big eyes and slightly tilted heads.

Angela got interested and opened the car window, intending to say hello to the cows in the distance.

"If I were you, I wouldn't-" Zhang Ming knew the smell outside, and before he could finish the reminder, Angela opened the car window first.

Suddenly, the smell of grass, dew, morning sun and cow and sheep dung rushed in. Angela, who had just woken up, did not expect this at all. She took a deep breath, trying to smell the morning smell carefully, but she choked.

Keep coughing.

Zhang Ming suppressed laughter and closed the car window. Angela complained: "You should have reminded me."

"My fault. I will learn to rap this time when I go back and make sure I speak faster."

Angela heard the ridicule in his words, and thought of how she had foolishly taken a deep breath just now, and couldn't help laughing.

After driving forward for nearly half an hour, we could vaguely see a pasture.

From a distance, Zhang Ming saw the door behind the ranch open, and a man riding a maroon American Quarter Horse slowly came out.

He wore a cowboy hat to cover his messy hair, his thick, untrimmed beard grew wildly, and under his sunglasses were a pair of eyes that had not yet fully woken up.

The man held a whip in his hand and swung it in the air, making a crackling sound.

Nearly thirty cows were driven out by the sound of dancing whips, walking slowly on the grassland, accompanied by the soft light of the morning, lowering their heads, burying their faces in the grass, and enjoying their breakfast.

A man was riding a horse through the herd of cattle. A Scottish shepherd dog stuck out its tongue and ran excitedly beside its owner. Suddenly, the shepherd dog stopped, looked in the direction of Zhang Ming, barked, and told its owner to be more vigilant.

"Relax, kid."

The man jumped off his horse and touched the shepherd's head. He squinted and looked in the direction of the vehicle. Through the window, he saw two familiar faces.

The man grinned and smiled.

The jeep drove up to the man. Zhang Ming opened the window and asked, "Where should we park the car?"

The man stretched out his left hand - it was a precision mechanical arm - and gestured around half a circle, and said with a smile: "Stop wherever you want, man, no one will give you a ticket in this place."

Zhang Ming got out of the car and hugged the rugged man vigorously.

"Long time no see, McCree."

After the Hulk and Big Boss incident, McCree and Morrison, comrades-in-arms, Morrison chose to stay and join the Avengers to continue to exert his power, while McCree was tired of this kind of life and chose He "retired" and came to the west to work on his uncle's ranch.

"It's so great." McCree sighed: "Once people are free, they will be harassed by 'time'. I have only been here for less than a year, but in my mind, Hulk and Big Boss seem to have been a century ago. It’s something. If it weren’t for this thing——”

McCree raised his mechanical left arm.

"This thing reminds me from time to time, and I even forget the things I have experienced."

Because of General Ross's wrong order, McCree lost his left arm. If Steve hadn't rescued him from the ruins, he would have died long ago.

Zhang Ming shook his head and said, "There's nothing wrong with forgetting those things."

"Maybe, don't mention these anymore, they are all things in the past."

McCree nodded to Angela, took off his sunglasses and hung them on the collar of his shirt, pointed at a two-story building not far away and said, "You guys haven't had breakfast yet, right? Come with me and let you see it. My aunt’s craftsmanship.”

McCree's aunt is a short and enthusiastic lady, she is probably in her fifties, with short hair. When she saw Zhang Ming and Angela's visit, she hugged them happily and loudly declared that she was going to have the "most hearty meal in history". breakfast.

McCree's uncle was equally enthusiastic, but his expression was much more calm and restrained. While they were chatting in the living room, he cleaned out a room for rest and took out a bottle of wine.

After breakfast, McCree was told by his aunt that he was not allowed to work on the ranch today. He only had one job today, and that was to accompany his friends for a walk around the area.

Three people were walking on a path with a shepherd dog that stuck out its tongue.

"They are all good people." Zhang Ming said sincerely.

"Yeah, sometimes I think they are too nice. You don't know, in the first few months after I came here, they were worried that I would suffer from post-war syndrome. They paid attention to me all day long and I went to the bathroom at night. Sometimes, I can occasionally hear them discussing whether to introduce girls to me, in my aunt's words..."

McCree imitated his aunt's passionate tone: "Love! Use love to warm his heart!"

"Then what?"

"Then, I was forced to join a small town party, and there was a girl among them who thought I was a disabled person and offered to help me cut steak."

"Pfft hahahaha!"

Thinking of McCree's face at that time, Zhang Ming and Angela couldn't help laughing.

After walking for a few more minutes, they passed through a forest and came to a wooden house. The wooden house was surrounded by a wooden fence, and some tomatoes, potatoes and other crops were planted inside.

An old man with gray hair was wielding an ax to chop firewood. Although he was old, his movements of chopping firewood were still very powerful, and he did not look like an old man at all.

McCree seemed to visit the old man often. Before they even said hello, the sheepdog ran to the old man's feet first, wagging its tail happily.

The old man patted its back and put down the axe. He first nodded towards McCree, then noticed the two strangers. After McCree introduced Zhang Ming and Angela, the old man extended his hand.

"Arthur Morgan, just call me old Arthur or Arthur."

Old Arthur's hands were broad and powerful, and his voice was hoarse and magnetic. Combined with his weathered face and deep eyes, he had the wild demeanor of a Western cowboy.

Zhang Ming glanced at McCree, who seemed to be learning from old Arthur's style.

They entered the wooden house, and Old Arthur took out four wooden cups and walked to a wooden barrel half a person's height in the corner. A faint aroma of malt liquor wafted from it.

He turned on the faucet, and with a splash, the golden beer slowly flowed out and hit the wooden cup. The beer rolled, and air entered it, forming a thick foam on the top.

Four glasses of beer were placed on the table. Old Arthur said, "Try it. It should taste pretty good."

Zhang Ming took a sip, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He didn't have much appreciation for wine, but because he hung out with Thor and Tony all the year round, he drank Asgard's divine wine and the famous wines in Tony's wine cellar.

After drinking a lot, I understand what real wine tastes like.

The wine brewed by Old Arthur has a strong flavor, with the aroma of fresh malt and the unique texture of the wooden cup. When you close your eyes, you will feel as comfortable as walking in a wheat field.

"How about it! Let me just say it's awesome!" McCree said.

Seeing that everyone liked it, old Arthur laughed. Suddenly, his smile paused for a moment, turned his head slightly, and then stood up.

"excuse me."

"What's wrong?" McCree noticed the change in his expression.

"It's nothing. You know, when people get old, they lose control of their bodies." Old Arthur said.

"Do you need me to bring you some adult diapers when you come next time?"

Old Arthur did not look back, but turned his back and extended a middle finger.

After he walked out of the wooden house and closed the door, his eyes suddenly changed. After entering the woods and walking less than fifty meters, Old Arthur stopped in front of a tree.

A rope hung from the top of the tree. The end of the rope was obviously cut by a sharp weapon. There were also numerous footprints on the ground. Old Arthur turned around again and looked around. From the clues, he made a judgment:

There were about seven to nine adult males in number. Judging from the footprints they left, if they were not fat men weighing more than 200 pounds, they were heavily armed elite warriors.

Someone invaded his territory for two of McCree's friends.

"Gentlemen, I don't know what you are going to do. I hope there will be no misunderstanding between us. So, could you please leave the woods? Or you can send out a representative and we can talk in a civilized manner."

After old Arthur finished speaking, there was silence in the woods, and no one responded to him.

Suddenly, a bullet was shot from behind and went straight to his heart!

Just when the bullet was about to hit, old Arthur's old body burst out at an unimaginable speed. He dived hard and dodged the fatal bullet.

He quickly turned around and pulled out a retro revolver from his arms. The slender silver-white gun had light golden patterns, and the brown-black wooden handle was inlaid with six diamonds.

"boom!"

The muzzle of the gun flashed with fire, and along with the sound of gunshots, a man in black uniform was hit in the head and fell to the ground.

One enemy after another poked his head out from the corner, preparing to launch suppressive fire.

Old Arthur looked around and saw small red dots that only he could see appearing on the enemies he glanced at, such as between the eyebrows and the heart.

Next, his bullets will find these red dots and take away the enemy's life!

Five bullets flew out, and five more enemies fell.

There are three more enemies.

Old Arthur threw out the wheel, touched his waist with his left hand, and took out three bullets. He rolled on the ground, dodging the enemy's attacks while quickly reloading.

When he stood up, the reloading was completed, and when the gun was raised, the battle was over.

When Zhang Ming, who was sitting in the wooden house, heard the first gunshot, he released the third-person camera and witnessed the one-sided battle.

Seeing old Arthur dragging the last enemy back, Zhang Ming turned around and asked McCree.

"Who is this friend of yours?"

Although McCree couldn't see the situation outside, he was not worried about Arthur Morgan's safety at all. He took a sip of beer and said, "He is known as the last cowboy of this era."

Bang——

The door opened and old Arthur threw a man to the ground.