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The Last Bounty: Meele Billy
"Who follows who?"
[Eflion 1864]
A few hours after dark, they walked to the city of Eflion, an ordinary and old city close to their target base. Tray decided to search for information in this city first.
Like a horse, Brail runs every morning and exercises to maintain her physique. Brail rarely gets sick, but hurting people is easy for her. They both prepared their thoughts and plans with hopeful thoughts. The morning continued, and they were sitting in a small pub. Tray is talking to an informant. Meanwhile, Brail was playing with her knife, occasionally ruffling her hair, which was already messy.
B: "Hey what are you guys talking about?" She shouted and leaned closer to both of them.
The informant had a mysterious appearance. He wore a black hat and a shiny brown jacket. He had a bit of stubble on his cheeks. His hair is maroon. The informant looked at Brail with a cynical and sarcastic gaze.
"uh...." Brail exchanged a view with the informant's eyes with a strong, awkward feeling. Then she changed her gaze to Tray, who was straight-faced.
Brail felt even more embarrassed when the two people looked at her sarcastically. Moreover, the informant's eyes didn't look like he was happy playing games.
T: "Anyway, where were we before?" He continued to have a conversation with the informant. She was annoyed because she was ignored. Brail ordered a whiskey and drank it straight away with audible, heavy breathing. But the men didn't care and continued their conversation, which seemed very important. A few moments later, the informant left them. Tray then sat quietly for a moment to re-plan.
B: "You done?" She asked with a slightly mad tone.
T: "Yeah, I am. Wait, is there a problem?" He chatted with confused face. "Just give the fucking details." She replied with a straight face.
T: "Okay, so... So, one of my men is already in. He'll open the door behind us, as planned, and we can leave straight away." He calmly told Brail, then drank his drink.
Brail actually doesn't really understand or is good at strategizing, but she is good at covering this up. She responded to Tray's information with a nod of the head, then she drank whiskey with him. Brail's blue eyes sometimes shone brightly from the sunlight coming in from the roof of the pub.
B: "Wait, so what gang or group are you dealing with? Ugh. " She asked with a throaty tone.
T: "Italian."
Brail spat a little of her drink back into her glass in surprise when she heard that.
B: "Italian?! No, no, no... Fuck! Anything but Italian!" She shouted loudly while looking drunk. Tray, who was shocked, immediately grabbed Brail's neck and gave a signal to remain calm.
T: "Hey..! Don't make too much noise, stupid! Someone will notice you." He closed her lips with his finger while talking in a tight voice.
But Brail was already very drunk; she usually rarely gets drunk, but six glasses of whiskey seemed to be her limit now. Brail felt dizzy, and she was babbling so much that she then got down from her chair and suddenly shouted.
B: "OH YEAH? WELL, NOTICE ME, YOU ALL PIG SHIT! MY NAAAMEEE.. IS BRAIL FUUUCKING MOR-" Her words were cut off by Tray's hand quickly covering the woman's drunken mouth from behind. Tray then went out the back door, holding Brail's drunken body.
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The last bounty : Melee Billy
ActionBilly Tray, A bounty hunter is requested to catch the daughter is the richest and powerful man in the West. It's a pretty common thing that he does every day. Yet, this one changed his entire life. [Warning for babies: Don't read! (or at least near...
