He's in the west, he's a cowboy

John led his people out of the tavern. The budget he was talking about was the budget of their patrols.

Their patrol team was very busy every day, but Hosea did not allocate a large budget to them. John also wanted to benefit his men.

He planned to talk to Hosea about whether he could get more money next month, at least to replace the thing in his hand with a new one.

John asked his men to continue patrolling the streets, and walked into Hosea's office alone.

"Hey, Hosea, what are you busy with?" John smiled and greeted Hosea, who was diving into the pile of paper.

"What do you think?" Hosea raised his head and looked at John and said, "You just come to me every day to ask for money."

Hosea saw through the purpose of John's trip at a glance, and said with a straight face: "Your patrol team's funding is already enough, and it is unlikely to be increased recently. Just give up."

"Don't be like this, Hosea, at least replace the weapons of my men with new ones. Many of them are almost rusty." John hurriedly vomited his bitterness.

"Then wipe it yourself. Do you still want to dress your people up as the president's guard of honor?" Hosea said disdainfully: "Stop talking nonsense, this is not how we spend the money we earn."

"But..." John was about to retort when the door was pushed open again and a strong man walked in.

"Hey, Hosea, John." It was Charles. He held a thick book and placed it on Hosea's table: "This is the account of our escort team this month."

"Look, it would be great if you could make me worry-free like Charles." Hosea opened the account book and said nonchalantly.

Charles shrugged at John, and then said with a slight guilt: "Maybe it's not that worry-free..."

"What on earth did you do? Why were three people in the logging team injured?" Hosea suddenly felt something was wrong when he looked at the items listed on the bill.

Didn’t Charles lead people to protect the logging team? Why is it that no one in your escort team was injured, but the people in the logging team were injured?

"We experimented with some new weapons, um...explosives, and they were piled up in the camp. The workers had never seen them before, and they had to join in the fun...so..." Charles said hesitantly.

"You... all get out of here..." Hosea felt that his heart could hardly bear it, and none of these guys were safe.

Seeing the ferocious look on Hosea's face, John didn't dare to mention the budget increase anymore and hurriedly followed Charles out of the office.

"It seems that old Hosea's temper has gotten worse and worse since he took charge of the accounts." John spread his hands and said helplessly.

"Maybe we did go a little too far?" Charles was also a little helpless.

"Maybe." John looked at the slightly prosperous town not far away: "How about it, you finally came back. Are you ready to go home and rest? But your wife is not at home."

"Well, I plan to go to Mr. Huang and Mr. Brown." Charles said helplessly: "I will bring some medicine back. You know, those workers..."

"Okay, I'd better go to the pub to have a drink with Arthur. You can come over if you have nothing to do after you're done." John didn't want to go to the territory of those two doctors.

"Okay, I'll go there first." Charles waved to John and continued westward along the creek.

On the side near the pasture, there is a large manor, which is the hospital and laboratory of Huang Fei and Mr. Brown.

One of the two is a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, the other is a western medicine practitioner, and the other specializes in injuries caused by injuries and bone correction. A man who specializes in gunshot wound surgery, it can be said that we hit it off.

The two of them spend every day in the laboratory studying medicine. He looks like a mad scientist.

As soon as Charles walked to the door, he heard heart-rending screams coming from inside, and his hand that was about to push the door stopped for a moment.

The screams were mixed with bursts of laughter, which made Charles even more frightened. These two people often conducted some weird experiments here. What did they do this time?

He took a deep breath, then opened the door and walked in. He was surprised to find that the uncle was lying on a big bed in the room, and Huang Fei was standing next to him, giving the uncle a massage.

Huang Fei was seen holding his breath and concentrating, and pressed hard on the uncle's waist. Every time he pressed hard, the uncle howled out of breath, as if he had been seriously injured.

As for the laughter, it was Hamish who was sitting on the stool nearby. This guy saw the uncle howling like this and made mocking laughter from time to time.

"Haha, don't you brag about how you are doing on weekdays? Why can't you stand it?" Hamish held his belly and pointed with one hand at the uncle who was laughing so hard.

"Damn it, you can try it, ow!!!" The uncle was about to reply when Huang Fei hit his lower back hard again. He only heard a "click" and Huang Fei let out a long breath.

"Okay." Huang Fei slowly stood up and patted his uncle's waist: "Your waist is very serious, but after I massage it for you, at least it won't be as uncomfortable as before."

"Oh, thank you, but it would be nice if you could be more gentle next time." The uncle sat up tremblingly: "Damn it, come and help me."

Charles smiled helplessly when he saw this. He felt that he was overthinking... He walked directly in, saluted Huang Fei and said, "Mr. Huang, I need some medicine for injuries."

"What kind of injury is it? Is the injured here?" Huang Fei asked with a smile: "If it's serious, it's best to let the injured come over."

"It's not an injury, it's just a bit of skin broken by gunpowder." Charles said hurriedly.

They were just some explosives for experiments. Those things were no more powerful than fireworks. The workers basically suffered skin injuries.

He described the symptoms in detail, and Huang Fei nodded: "Just wait a moment, I will prepare the medicine for you." After that, he turned and walked into the back room.

"Hey, uncle, Mr. Hamish, how are you doing?" Charles greeted the uncle as he stood up, covering his waist.

"Of course, very good." The uncle said as before, "We just came back from Owanjila Lake. We found a big fish there. We are going to catch him back."

When he mentioned this, Hamish suddenly became excited, and he said excitedly: "Believe me, the fish we found is bigger than the rainbow trout that Zhou Zheng and the others caught in Lake Isabella."

"That's really rare. I wish you success." Charles had no interest in fishing and just agreed out of habit.

"Of course, we will definitely succeed. Now we have to find Wei Xin and Jilan. They have a lot of good things in their hands, which are very suitable for making bait." Hamish packed up his things and shouted to the uncle who was still dilly-dallying. : "Hurry, we have to go find them quickly."

"It's coming, it's coming, don't worry, hey, my old waist."