Brother Wolf's ability was undeniable. If not for Ivana, who was a burden, he could even apply to be the president's bodyguard!
For Li Du to be able to get him was really lucky.
With Brother Wolf's ability, no one in the town dared to provoke them.
The blond, middle-aged man extended his hand to Li Du and said in a friendly manner, "Cool, Li. I'm Fox Dulonka. Blacktooth Robbie is my buddy."
Since he was Blacktooth Robbie's friend, he could be considered Li Du's friend. Li Du shook hands with him and said, "Nice to meet you. Blacktooth is a good guy."
Fawkes did not answer. He smiled at Brother Wolf and praised, "This is a good guy. Is he your bodyguard? I've only seen such good skills from my younger brother who served in the SEAL unit. "
After a few compliments, both parties became familiar with each other.
Fox said, "There are a lot of Native American b * stards in Horseshoe Town. Of course, there are b * stards in all Native American settlements. So if you don't want to get into trouble, stay away from them."
Li Du sighed. "Alright, I would like to make a deal with these people. I think they have some good stuff."
The old goods business in Horseshoe Town had been started by the Native Americans. When they moved their casinos and residences, they sold or exchanged some of the things that were difficult to take away.
Overall, the Native Americans were in a weak position in American society. They were discriminated against in many ways, so it was difficult for them to do anything.
For example, it was not easy for them to set up an old goods market. After Horseshoe Town succeeded, the surrounding Native Americans came here to do business and rarely went to other old goods markets.
They did so to make money and to support the development of the market.
Many old goods treasure hunters came to Horseshoe Town for the goods of the local Native Americans. They had many things that were valuable in the outside world, such as animal skins, ores, gold, and silver, handicrafts, and so on.
Li Du had chosen to come here to make a deal with the Native Americans.
Fox was very friendly and told them some of the trading rules and principles of the local market. After listening, Li Du said, "Why do I feel that these rules can be summed up in one sentence: don't deal with the Native Americans?"
Hearing him say this, Fawkes smiled and nodded. "You summed it up very well."
After chatting for a while, Fox left with a few of his white friends.
Li Du scratched his head and said, "Don't these Native Americans want to make money? If they're so difficult to deal with, why do they still come out to set up stalls? "
Hans frowned. "I've never heard that the Native Americans in Horseshoe Town are so difficult to get along with. But it's better not to provoke them. They're not friendly."
Li Du sneered, "Isn't it because of the killings and hundreds of years of invasion by you white people that caused them to be unfriendly to outsiders?"
Historically, the Indians had been hospitable until the arrival of the white Europeans in modern times. Originally, when the white Europeans arrived, the Indians were still hospitable.
As a result, after eating and drinking to their heart's content and settling down, the white Europeans started waving their butcher knives at the Native Americans.
Hans glared at him and said, "What does this have to do with me?"
After receiving Fawkes' warning and reminder, Li Du, who had just entered a Native American old goods store, exited the store.
At that moment, Brother Wolf said, "Boss, that person is up to no good."
Li Du asked, "Who? You mean the owner of this shop? "
Brother Wolf said, "Fox-Duronca."
"Why do you say that?" Li Du was puzzled. "And you can say more. Don't always make me ask questions. Are you like this in the army?"
"Yes," Brother Wolf said crisply.
Li Du rolled his eyes helplessly.
Brother Wolf continued, "He and the people behind him have always been hostile to you. Fawkes is lying to you. I suggest you don't believe him."
"How did you figure that out?"
Brother Wolf said, "The most obvious point is that he doesn't have a brother in the SEALs. The SEALs require all members not to reveal their identity to the outside world, including their family members. Otherwise, they will be fired immediately. The punishment is severe. "
Hans said, "I'll call Blacktooth and ask. He should know about Fawkes."
After saying that, he shrugged at Li Du. "See, what did I say? This is what happens when you suddenly change your profession. We have to start from scratch. We don't know anything. "
Li Du patted him on the shoulder and said, "We have to enjoy the hardships of starting from scratch. That's the meaning of our struggle."
Hans quickly finished the call and turned back with a sneer. "Robbie said he has a bad relationship with Fox-Duronca. That b * stard likes to spout nonsense. He has a good relationship with the Native Americans here and has always wanted to monopolize the Native Americans' old goods market."
With that, Li Du understood what was going on.
Obviously, Fawkes was just spouting nonsense to intimidate him. He didn't want him to come into contact with the Native Americans to prevent himself from stealing his market.
After getting the answer, Li Du walked back into the old goods shop and released the little bug to search for things with time energy.
After the little bug appeared, it flew around his head as usual and then slowly flew toward a grayish-yellow mask.
From its flying speed, it could be seen that the mask had time energy, but not much.
Li Du patted the table and said to the Native American who was watching TV, "Buddy, we have business."
The Native American didn't look at him. He was still watching TV and said, "What did you bring?"
Li Du whistled. Big Quinn drove the pickup truck to the door and said, "Look, I brought a truck full of things. There must be something you want inside."
Seeing the domineering Ford F450 pickup truck, the Native American finally became interested in him. He laughed and said, "You're a rookie, huh?"
Li Du shrugged and said, "You could tell? I thought I hid it well. "
The Native American walked out of the door and looked into the truck. He pointed at a toaster and said, "I want that. You can pick anything inside."
The things in the truck were the leftovers from the storage auctions they had participated in many times. However, that didn't mean they were worthless. It was just that Hans hadn't sold them for the price he wanted.
This toaster was a household product made by Siemens. It could bake bread of various shapes and flavors. It was very advanced and expensive.
Hearing the Native American's words, Hans laughed. "Pick one? Did I hear you right, old buddy? You want to trade a piece of junk inside for a good machine that's worth thousands of dollars? "
The Native American shook his head. "Another rookie."
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