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

"Mr. Milton, do we really want to cooperate with those people?" A little later, Milton and several of his men were sitting in a private room of the tavern. One of his men asked curiously: "That Arthur... Morgan and John Marston’s bounty is quite large, why don’t we just..."

"If you want to die, you can try." Milton said expressionlessly.

"How is this possible? There are thirty elite agents traveling with us. There are only five of them. As long as we find an opportunity to surround them, they will definitely not be able to escape." The agent said in an ignorant tone.

"Haha, believe me, we would rather go to war with the Howling Wolf Gang than face these people head-on." Milton sneered twice and looked at the young agent with a solemn expression.

"The affairs of the Howling Wolf Gang are very important, far more important than those few people." Milton looked at the people in front of him and said: "Recently, news came from above that the government intends to establish a new department to replace our ordinary people. Cotton, so now, we need more support now.”

In a place like the United States, what kind of support is more important than the support of capitalists? The answer is no.

This is a country of capital, and capital has the final say in everything, so if they don’t want to be replaced, they must try to win the support of as many capitalists as possible.

"Besides, who told you that I would let them go?" Milton sneered twice, picked up the wine glass on the table and took a slow sip: "There are some things, don't think I don't know."

Young people may think that thirty fully armed elite agents are invincible, and it is not easy to defeat bandits and bullies.

But people like Milton are not so optimistic, just like bandits like the Vanderlinde Gang are not that easy to deal with.

What's more, three years ago, his assistant, Agent Ross, died in the mountains near Annesburg, along with a large number of elites. In addition, many people died while chasing Arthur in the snowy mountains. , It’s really a great loss of vitality.

After all, Pinkerton is a formal organization, not bandits like the O'Drisco Gang. As long as you can shoot, you will come. If you rob, you will get rich. If you don't, you will starve. If you die, you will die.

The people Pinkerton recruits must be paid and must be held accountable. Guns, clothing, medicines, and pensions after death are all essential.

Therefore, although many new people have been added in recent years, compared with the mighty and well-trained troops before, they are really far behind.

"Where are Mr. Michelle?" Milton put down the wine glass in his hand and asked the people around him.

"He is in a hotel not far away." A subordinate nearby quickly replied: "Those people from the Howling Wolf Gang are also there."

"Inform Mr. Michel that the fish has bitten the hook. Hahahaha..." Milton's smile was so captivating that it made several men around him shudder.

After Zhou Zheng talked with Milton, he took Arthur and others and left Michelle's manor directly. This was now a place of right and wrong, and he had to start his plan quickly.

The group of people quickly left the town, and at an abandoned farm not far away, Zhou Zheng stopped.

"Do we really want to cooperate with people like Milton?" Arthur couldn't figure it out. He asked with some confusion: "There is no need for us to provoke these people. These people are all trouble."

"Who said I was going to cooperate with them?" Zhou Zheng asked curiously. He got off his horse and sat on a big rock by the side of the road.

"But you..." Arthur also dismounted, walked to Zhou Zheng and said with a surprised look on his face: "Then you still talked to him for so long?"

"It's just a chat, I didn't say we wanted to cooperate." Zhou Zheng said nonchalantly. He took out a pack of cigarettes, gave one to everyone, then lit it, and took a nice puff: "Just relax his Just be careful."

"Then what should we do now?" John sat down next to Zhou Zheng and said with some worry: "We haven't figured out the situation at Buchanger Castle yet. It would be very dangerous if we plunge headfirst into it."

"Don't worry about Buchong Castle." Zhou Zheng raised his head, looked at the four people surrounding him and said, "Let's start early, take action tonight, and leave here before dawn tomorrow."

"What about Green Lane?" Johnny was a little confused. He leaned on the wooden fence nearby and asked curiously: "Are we leaving him alone?"

"Ignore him, as long as we have detailed drawings and the sample machine they made, we can always get it done by hiring more engineers. It just takes a little more time." Zhou Zheng smoked a cigarette and said decisively: "We must Leave quickly, once Pinkerton and the Howling Wolf Gang start a war, the whole of New Austin will not be safe, and it will be too dangerous for a few of us to get involved."

"Do you think Milton's targets are not just the Howling Wolf Gang?" Charles took out a bottle of water from his bag and handed it to Zhou Zheng.

Zhou Zheng was not polite, took the kettle, took a sip for himself, and then handed it to John next to him.

"I don't know, but we can't take risks." Zhou Zheng said seriously: "If it was just the Howling Wolf Gang, I wouldn't mind being more aggressive, but now that there are Pinkertons, I think it's better for us to be more stable."

Charles nodded: "That's right, we can't take any more risks. If we get caught up in Pinkerton again, the gains will outweigh the losses."

"What about Michelle? We spent so much time on him." John patted his knee unwillingly and said angrily: "I thought we could get some benefits from him."

"Ignore him, this guy is already dead." Zhou Zheng said with a cold face: "Betraitors will not have a good end. People in those companies will not sit back and wait for death so easily."

"It's already afternoon now, Johnny, go get a carriage, and then we'll go to the factory and wait until night to take action." Zhou Zheng took out the pocket watch in his arms and checked the time, and then looked at Johnny beside him said.

"Are you going to the town to buy it?" Johnny looked at the surrounding wilderness with a headache: "It seems like no one will sell carriages here."

"I know there is a place." Charles said: "There is a stable not far to the south. There must be a carriage there. Let me go with you."

"Then let's go." Johnny nodded, mounted his horse and ran southward with Charles.

"This is the only way." Arthur sighed helplessly. This matter ended in an anticlimactic manner, which made him very uncomfortable.

I came with great ambitions, but now I can only run away in despair. This is really frustrating.

"Don't sigh." Zhou Zheng said with a smile: "Nine times out of ten, life will be unsatisfactory. There are not so many perfect things."

"I hope tonight's operation will also go smoothly."