612 598. The Two Old Brothers (4/5)

Chapter 612 598. Two Brothers (45)

The local tyrant gold knows no teacher. When Wang Bo sat on its back and patted its ass, it subconsciously accelerated and ran forward.

This is no ordinary run, but a catapult!

Wang Bo had never realized that the local tyrant Jin's stubby limbs contained such terrifying energy. In the past, a herd of wild horses ran together, so he didn't care about this silk horse.

But now sitting on its back, the local tyrant Jin suddenly accelerated, like a sharp arrow—no, considering its short stature, it was just a cannonball fired!

Huo Ruyi shoots the nine sunsets, and he is like a dragon flying like a group of emperors!

Poor Old Wang couldn’t sit still, the horse had no saddle and the horse’s hair was smooth, he shouldn’t have let it accelerate at the speed of Tyrant Jin, so the shell was shot out, and under the inertia, he stayed where he was...

Following Wang Bo's 'fuck' sigh, a loud noise appeared: 'Boom! '

The strong man and Xiao Wang in the back grinned subconsciously, they felt pain just looking at it.

The local tyrant Jin who ran out ran back quickly, with a face that was shorter than ordinary horses, with a strong sense of innocence. It looked at Wang Bo lying on the ground with grinning teeth, and opened his mouth to lick him.

Drooling all over his face!

"I've washed my face for nothing," Old Wang wanted to cry again, but then he comforted himself, "It's not bad, this horse's saliva has no smell, it's just the fragrance of grass and trees, ah..."

The last spit was because he was talking to himself, and the horse's saliva dripped into his mouth.

Standing up with his waist supported, Wang Bo put his hand on Tuhao Jin's horse face. Frankly speaking, Tuhao Jinwu's short body is not good-looking, but from the front, his hairy face is relatively short, so it looks ugly and cute.

Maybe it was out of the mentality that someone's child is someone's family, so he carefully looked at the local tyrant Jin and the dark horse king. Although the dark horse king was handsome and unrestrained, he was not as cute and honest as his local tyrant Jin.

Owning a horse requires matching equipment. Peterson is an expert in this regard. After Wang Bo went to work, he dealt with a few documents, and then called him to ask him for advice on buying saddles, water reins, and the like.

Peterson said with a smile: "This job should be handed over to me, boss. If you find some time, I'll take you to my buddy to pick out a few pieces. I invite you."

Wang Bo had time in the morning. Seeing him go out, Hani waved and said, "Hi, the most relaxed mayor in New Zealand history. Goodbye, the most comfortable mayor in New Zealand history."

Wang Bo turned around and said, "Who do you call? Mr. Inspector, can you please find someone who is a better mayor than me and show it?"

Just joking, he met old Peterson, and the two drove to Aocheng.

The old buddy who introduced him on Old Peterson Road: "I have known Old Maxson since we were eight years old, eight years old man! When I first came here, he called me a nigger, and then I slapped him hard Beat him up. That guy was a rebellious kid, and later, he called me a nigger, and I still used my fists to clean him up..."

After driving to Austria City, Wang Bo found an old-fashioned shop near the city center with the help of the old cowboy.

He looked at the surrounding environment and said, "I seem to have been here before, and I feel that this place is very familiar."

Peterson got out of the car and said, "Maybe, I heard from the proprietress that you bought a piece of clothing at a Chinese clothing store here last time?"

Lao Wang searched carefully, and found the Chinese clothing store, so he kept his mouth shut. It would be better if there was one less person who knew he was crazy.

This harness store is called 'Max's Handicraft Workshop'. The store has been around for a long time. It is a wooden house. I don't know how many times it has been painted with protective paint. In some places, it feels dry and layered, like a layer cake.

The door of the store is the kind of two small movable doors that are common in American western movies. When people walk in, the spring will pull them back again, making a creaking sound.

Walking into the store, Wang Bo looked inside and couldn't help but gasped.

This is really a serious harness shop. It is full of neat equestrian equipment, especially saddles. They are all hung on the walls. There are hundreds of them in various colors, which are very fancy.

On the other wall is a water rein, which is a tool put on the horse's head. Under the water rein is a neat shoe cabinet, on which there are many riding boots against the wall, big and small, men's and women's, and some With polished spurs, very pleasing to the eye.

There are counters in the store, which contain cowboy hats, cowboy scarves, riding whips and even sabers. Wang Bo knows everything that cowboys can use, and he can find it here.

Walking into this store, he felt a sense of time and space disorder for a moment, as if he had returned to the 1970s or 1980s. The posters on the wall were a bit unpopular, and they were all very old things. know……

However, some posters have movie titles on them. Wang Bo went to look at them. He knew about the trilogy of The Red Dead, A Red Dead Redemption, and so on, but most of them didn’t.

The store was empty, and there was no one there. He was browsing the posters on the wall, while Old Peterson walked into the counter skillfully, pulled out a drawer, took out tobacco from it, stuffed it into a pipe and smoked it beautifully.

As soon as the smoke cleared, a rough old voice sounded from the back room: "Fuck, damn nigger, you're stealing my tobacco again! I swear to God, I'm going to cleanse the Lord's world, I'm going to blast you to pieces with an old gun ass!"

This passage is quite rude, and as far as Wang Bo knows, if it is said to young black people, then there must be a tragedy in this store.

Old Peterson's face changed drastically. He slammed the wooden cabinet and shouted, "Damn racism! Ubiquitous racism! Maxson, you old donkey, come out and I will teach you a lesson."

An old man about his age came out. He was tall and tall, with snow-white hair and loose skin on his face, but he walked like a tiger while walking, his eyes were like eagle's eyes, and their folds were shining brightly.

The old man was dressed in cowboy clothes, with a short knife on his waist. Peterson went up to him after he came out. Both of them were menacing, and then hugged each other fiercely, slapping each other's backs, making a muffled sound like beating drums.

Wang Bo grinned, is this considered they are fighting? If you slap your back like this, your bones will almost be smashed into pieces!

The old man was Maxson. After we parted, he laughed and said, "Old nigga, you are getting darker and darker, but you seem to be more energetic. Damn it, it seems that you are going to die after me."

Peterson smiled proudly: "Of course, my old man, I said that I will die after you, I will be your coffin bearer, so you should be nice to me, otherwise I will take the opportunity to throw him, Make you sleep uncomfortable!"

After hearing his words, Maxson frowned: "Damn it, the old witch was right. Some time ago, I found a gypsy old witch to tell me my fortune. She said that when I was one hundred and fifty years old, there was a catastrophe..."

"What's the matter, was the grave dug up, or was the bone eaten by a mouse?"

"****! You fell off my bed! Haha!"