Zhou Yuan wiped off the mist on the mirror, and the face reflected in it became clear instantly.
It has been more than half a month since he came to this world, and he is still a little uncomfortable with his current face.
Although he still has black hair and black pupils, he has become a Westerner, looking like the charming Batman in "The Dark Knight".
Compared with his original handsome appearance, it can only be said that...
is average.
In addition to his appearance, Zhou Yuan is still a little uncomfortable with the change of environment.
This world is still in the early and middle stages of the steam age, and this is a pioneer town on the edge of the wilderness of the New World.
Lighting can only rely on candles and kerosene lamps, and daily transportation almost entirely relies on horses or carriages.
There is almost no technology in life, and entertainment basically relies on drinking.
Here,
except being a so-called "Western cowboy", there seems to be nothing else to do.
Tie the belt with the revolver inserted, put on a brown leather jacket, tie a cowboy scarf, and then put on a Statham hat.
Zhou Yuan stepped on the spiked boots, looked at himself in the mirror, and took two steps back.
——But being a cowboy means you can shoot as much as you want.
Super cool, isn't it?
His right hand touched the handle of the revolver, his right knee slightly bent, his upper body leaned back, then he pushed his hips, raised his wrist, and the muzzle was already aimed at himself in the mirror.
People who are usually called "quick shooters" in the West can complete this set of actions in less than one second.
In a formal duel, basically the muzzle has been fired as soon as it comes out of the holster.
It doesn't matter if it's a little slow, just remember to be more careful in the next life.
Zhou Yuan inherited the muscle memory of the original owner of this body, and he is even better than the average quick shooter. When he is in good condition, it takes less than half a second from preparation to shooting.
And the accuracy is excellent, one shot kills a kid.
Feeling that he is still in good condition today, Zhou Yuan nodded with satisfaction, and then turned and walked towards the balcony.
...
Ah, I almost forgot.
Halfway through the walk, Zhou Yuan reached out to the windowsill, picked up a golden six-pointed star-shaped police badge, and put it on the left chest of his denim jacket.
Then he took a deep breath, opened the balcony door, and blew a whistle.
The sound of horse hooves came, and then Zhou Yuan saw the position, grabbed the railing, and flipped down from the balcony.
Zhou Yuan protected his crotch with one hand and landed steadily on the back of the running horse.
The boots clamped and the reins shook.
"Let's get started!"
The little chestnut hat with bright white fur gradually accelerated gracefully. Zhou Yuan greeted the rising sun and began to get into the state--
Now is the year 1840 of the Holy Calendar.
This is the United States of America, Kansas, Blackstone Town.
My name is Wayne Constantine, and I am the current sheriff of Blackstone. You can call me "Sheriff" if you like, it's the same word anyway.
Like Batman, my parents died when I was young, leaving me with only a spacious two-story wooden house and thousands of acres of land to be developed.
Alone and helpless.
Uncle Benjamin adopted me and brought me up.
Uncle Benjamin was the previous sheriff of Blackstone.
--The most famous sharpshooter in Kansas, a retired legendary bounty hunter, the nemesis of passing gangs, and the guardian hero of Blackstone.
So under his guidance, although I couldn't even do mental arithmetic for addition and subtraction above twenty, I learned how to fire three shots in one second.
In the West,
Math can't save anyone, but bullets can.
And like Spiderman, half a month ago, Uncle Benjamin left me the last words "With great power comes great responsibility",
and then... he also left.
Unlike the "police" in modern society,
Nowadays, the "sheriff" in the small towns in the western United States is a position elected by the townspeople.
Usually, there will only be one official sheriff in a western pioneer town, which is considered a bare commander.
But when necessary, the sheriff can also call on the townspeople for help, or temporarily recruit helpers.
Because it is an elected position, the sheriff is only responsible to the townspeople.
There is no room for promotion, but he does not accept the command of the federal agencies of the United States.
As long as the townspeople are willing, let alone Batman and Spiderman, even if they really choose a bat or a spider, it will be fine.
So I, with my pure blood, as the heir to the heroic will of protecting the peace of the town, became the new sheriff of Blackstone Town in the election.
The main job every day is to patrol and maintain public security within the town.
When you are lucky, you can catch one or two wanted crimi
nals, exchange for some bounty, and make a living.
By the way,
I am not bragging about the pure bloodline I just mentioned.
Although the Constantine family was just an ordinary Puritan family in the Kingdom of Windsor in the Old World.
But their history in the New World can be traced back to the "April Grass" that arrived in the New World two hundred years ago.
In the original copy of the "April Grass Compact" which is now known as the cornerstone of the founding of the United States, there is a signature left by the ancestors of the Constantine family.
So "Wayne Constantine" is a real Star-Spangled Banner citizen in terms of nationality
And he is the kind who takes the lead in eating turkey and giving thanks, with a very high purity.
Little Chestnut carried Wayne and ran to the town police station with dust all the way.
The first thing to do every day at work - restock bullets.
It's called a "police station", but it's actually a single-story wooden house, and the area inside is not too large.
Entering the door is a comprehensive use space similar to a hall. On the wooden wall facing the door, there is a map of this world.
Wayne was shocked when he saw this world map for the first time.
This world is not even the earth.
Where is my hometown? !
Where is such a large "Central Continent"? !
But Wayne later changed his mind and thought it was good.
He didn't want to witness the bloody history of his compatriots building railways in North America again.
It's still easy to see the fight between five black and one white foreigners.
Going in from the left side of the police station hall, there are two temporary single-person prisons with large iron cages, which are currently empty.
And going in on the right side is the sheriff's office.
After opening the safe, there was only the last layer of bullets left, and the quantity was thin.
The bullets used in this world today have developed to the stage of fixed ammunition made of metal, but they are not easy to buy, and the price is not cheap at this time.
Bounty hunters have to be careful when shooting when collecting heads.
After Wayne crossed over, in just half a month, he had already used up nearly a year's worth of the police station's inventory.
Although there is no quota for the number of bullets that the sheriff can use each month, it should not be too much.
Last week, when the mayor knew that Wayne was almost out of bullets, he just thought that Wayne wanted to avenge his uncle and was working hard to practice shooting, and he had quietly arranged for someone to replenish a full box.
It would be impolite to use them all at once.
Start saving from tomorrow!
Well,
One last day of fun today.
…
Just as he filled the bullet slot on his belt, the pot-bellied mayor came over and said, "Wayne, I have two things to tell you. The first is this."
An unfolded letter was handed over by the mayor.
Wayne took it and saw that it was an admission notice from "George and Anna College" - this is a well-known college in the American Federation. The last and current presidents of the United States graduated from this university.
And the time for new students to report is half a year later.
Wayne's pupils were shocked.
The original owner probably couldn't even memorize the multiplication table, but he was able to get into college? !
Seeing Wayne's surprised look, the mayor looked a little disapproving:
"What's so strange about it. You are a descendant of the April Grass, a pure American native, and have been elected as a sheriff. It is normal for you to be specially approved for admission. I'll tell you first, so that you can be prepared in advance."
I understand, the evil recommendation letter system.
The mayor and Wayne's parents were the first group of residents to settle in Blackstone Town, which meant that they bet all their wealth and future on the development of Blackstone Town.
According to their expectations, as long as they continue to work hard to develop the town and attract enough settlers, they can develop it into a new "city".
Then they can be elected as town councilors, and after Kansas is officially "established" in legal terms, they can participate in the gubernatorial election, and finally they can become big figures such as political leaders of the American Federation.
Among the localists in the New World, they are quite motivated.
Therefore, the mayor has always been very considerate to "his own people" who are willing to take root in the town.
After putting down the admission notice, Wayne looked at the mayor again, "One more thing?"
The mayor hesitated for a moment:
"Last night, someone saw the wanted criminal 'Grey Wolf' Freddy, who was wanted by a reward, appear in the tavern next to the steam train station. He might want to take the steam train at noon today to leave the West.
"This is a rare opportunity. In principle, the local sheriff needs to arrest him."
If you say this, then I won't be sleepy.
Wayne stood up after hearing this, "I'll leave now."
These days, the attitude of the West towards wanted criminals has always been life or death.
After all, those who can be wanted by a reward are all criminals who are set in stone. If you haven't committed a few serious crimes, you are not eligible for a reward.
The mayor patted Wayne on the shoulder twice:
"Be careful. If it really doesn't work, anyway, 'Grey Wolf' Freddy has never committed a crime in Blackstone Town, so it is not a dereliction of duty for the sheriff to let him pass by and escape. Don't let anything happen to you again."
"Don't worry," Wayne patted the revolver on his waist, "You won't die."
- When he crossed over, this body had been shot into a hornet's nest by the gangsters
like his uncle Benjamin, and was shot in the head.
Then he watched with his own eyes the wounds on his body heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Later, when he fought back against the gangsters, he was shot in the stomach again.
It still hurt a lot, and he didn't want to be shot again in his life.
But how to say it, Wayne didn't have time to bandage the wound, and the wound healed again.
This is not normal.
At least in the original version of "That Wayne "Well" In the memory of more than ten years, this is definitely not a normal phenomenon in this world.
People will die if they are killed.
This is the norm in this world.
If he didn't know that he had an "immortal body", how could he, who was so sincere as him, dare to take over the position of sheriff in a place like Black Rock Town where the law and order was chaotic.
Well...
In order to shoot, I might actually choose to take over...
But it will definitely not be as easy as it is now.
Shooting is cool, but it is more important to stay alive.
But if there is a blood lock, it will be double the fun.