Smith Tavern.

Three cowboys were sitting around the table with beer bottles in their hands.

"Those detectives Pinkerton who look like slutty are really infuriating! Who do they think they are? They actually blocked the entire town..."

"That's $150,000! With so much money, can you buy the entire town?"

"You ask me, who am I asking? I don't have $150,000."

"That's right. In fact, I guess you don't even have fifteen dollars on you..."

"Hua Q! Did you hear it? Hua Q!"

"Hahaha…"

As they were chatting, one of the men wearing a brown cowboy hat and red face picked up the wine bottle and took a big mouthful, then said:

"By the way, have you heard of it? Cecil Tucker, the coward who has no eggs, was shot dead."

"I know, I was killed by a bounty hunter. What's his name?..."

"Rosha." The companion sitting opposite him helped him recall it.

"Yes, that's the name!"

"I heard that he sneaked into the Brennand Fortress alone late at night, and the raiders had no idea that he had been here..."

"No? I heard that there are more than twenty gunmen in the fortress. How could he not alarm anyone and kill Tucker?"

A cowboy sitting opposite shrugged and spread his hands: "Who knows, maybe he made up these stories to praise himself?"

"That's not. I heard that Lindsay Woofer, the boss of the Lemoen Raiders, also released the news. He admired this guy who dared to break into his territory alone. Doesn't this mean that this matter is true?..."

"After the news spread, people gave him a nickname called "Ghost"..."

Hearing this, the cowboy, who was initially suspicious of Roxar's deeds, put down the bottle of wine in his hand with a bang and sneered:

"Ha, ghost!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled out the pistol at his waist and slapped it on the table with a bang, "Even if it's a ghost, you're afraid of bullets. If he appears in front of me, do you believe it or not, I can kill him with one shot!"

The cowboy's loud shouting immediately attracted the attention of other guests in the tavern.

Facing the slightly disgusting eyes of the guests, the cowboy who was a little drunk, frowned and stood up suddenly, picked up his pistol, and scanned the audience:

“What to see?!”

Seeing the pistol in the cowboy's hand, the guests suddenly fell silent and looked away, fearing that they would be targeted by this irritable drunkard.

Seeing this, the bartender behind the bar couldn't help but put down the wine glass and wipe cloth in his hand, quietly reached under the bar with his right hand, and touched a short-barrel shotgun.

Immediately afterwards, he warned with a serious look on his face:

"Gentlemen, you have affected other guests. I'm afraid I need to ask you to leave..."

Facing the tough-minded bartender, the cowboy just burped, then fiddled with the revolver in his hand, and asked indifferently: "What if we don't leave?"

"Then I'll call the police here."

"If you have the genitals, just call me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sudden change occurred!

Accompanied by rhythmic footsteps, a figure pushed open the salon door and walked into the tavern.

At such a moment when the atmosphere was almost frozen, I happened to walk in and the person who came immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the tavern.

It was a handsome young man wearing a long black windbreaker and a black cowboy hat.

It's Rorsch!

Seeing the cowboy standing up, holding a pistol in his hand, and the silent guests, Rorschach immediately smelled something wrong.

"Huh? Why is the atmosphere so solemn? Did I come at the wrong time?"

However, except for the three cowboys in the tavern, there was only one thought in his heart:

No, you came at the right time!

Seeing Roxa, the bartender's eyes lit up suddenly, and he couldn't help but explain: "Mr. Roxa, this gentleman seems to be drinking too much..."

On the other side, hearing this title, the cowboy trio looked at the young man at the door at the same time.

They never expected that the "ghost" they just talked about appeared in front of them.

At first glance, Roxa's young and handsome face, the three of them suddenly added a little suspicion about Roxa's deeds.

In their opinion, how could such a niche face be so powerful?!

So, out of inner contempt, one of the cowboys spoke out loudly and instigated: "Here, Bowen, you can try the ghosts or not..."

As soon as these words came out, the cowboy, holding a pistol in his hand, called "Baowen", glanced at her eyes and asked:

"Rosha? You're the ghost who killed Cecil Tucker?!"

"We know?"

Bowen stepped in front of Rorschach and opened his mouth full of alcohol. "Himmer... I heard you broke into Lemoen's territory alone. I want to see what kind of ability you have..."

Smelling the stench from the other person's mouth, Luo Xia held back and said lightly:

"You're drinking too much, it's better to find a place to rest."

Upon hearing this, Bowen looked indifferent, but suddenly raised his hand and pushed Roxa's chest, looking at the young man who looked instinctive:

"What about that?"

"Then I will give you a good rest!"

Before he finished speaking, Roxa suddenly felt solemn. He suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm, then turned his back, and threw it into his back!

With a "bang", Bao Wen was directly hit on the floor.

The pistol in his hand suddenly fell out.

Immediately afterwards, Roxa pulled out the two pistols at his waist without hesitation at the speed of lightning!

The silver-white Schofield, like a cold color, passed through Rorschach's solemn face.

The dark muzzle was aimed at the other two cowboys who put their hands on the gun holster at their waist, and their cold voices rang out:

"Don't move around, I don't want the floor to splash your brain..."

Faced with the threat of death, the two swallowed at the same time and admitted without hesitation: "It's our fault, we didn't think about causing trouble. He was just drunk and did not say anything about it..."

"Bring your idiot friends with you and get out!"

"Okay, sir. Let's get out of here, get out of here..."

The two of them helped Bowen, who was lying on the ground and groaning in pain, and hurried out of the tavern.

At this point, the solemn atmosphere in the tavern was suddenly swept away.

Some of the guests were grateful, while others expressed their gratitude to Rorschach:

“Thank God.”

"Mr. Rorsch, fortunately you are there..."

Withdrawing the pistol and smiling at the guests, Rorschach came to the bartender and waved to the bartender:

"I just finished exercising and felt even hungry."

The bartender was very tactful and immediately asked, "Is it still the same today?"

"Well, thank you, Paul."

"Honored!"

...

After enjoying a sumptuous and delicious lunch at Smith Tavern, Rorschach walked out of the tavern leisurely.

Seeing Roxa walking out of the tavern, the newspaper seller standing in front of the telephone pole suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help but wave the newspaper in his hand:

"Hey! Mr. Rorschach, will you have a newspaper?"

When Roxia heard the other party call out his name, he was stunned at first, as if he had thought of something, and shrugged, "Why not?"

He walked up, took out a dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to the newspaper seller, "The extra one is your tip."

Hearing this, the newspaper seller's tender face suddenly turned red, and even the small freckles on his cheeks were like ripe strawberries.

The newspaper seller who could not hide his joy in his heart bowed deeply to Roxar and handed a newspaper with both hands: "I am very grateful to you, sir. This is your newspaper..."

This is a New Hannover

Judging from the name, you can know that this newspaper is a newspaper that specializes in reporting big and small things around New Hanover.

After taking the newspaper and looking down, Rochelle's eyes suddenly condensed and he was immediately attracted by the headlines on the newspaper cover:
Chapter completed!