Open an alt in the world of Star Dome Railway

The leader subconsciously took a step back under Potio's gaze, but then immediately realized that he was scared away by this guy he looked down upon, which made him even more angry, and his eyes were full of shadows.

This guy, he actually dared to treat him like this. He is a senior staff member of the Interstellar Peace Company, an ignorant thing from a backward planet, who has no idea of the power of the Marketing Department and does not understand the power of the Amber King!

Okay, since you don’t want to accept my toast, I’ll drink the penalty wine now!

Resource recycling department.

The words that appeared in his mind reminded him that he should not look down on the power of this department at this moment. It didn't matter at ordinary times, even if the Resource Recycling Department gave them trouble, it didn't matter. The Minister would unite with other people in his faction and use the resources of his own power to barely satisfy the Market Development Department. The other party would not do too much, after all, they were all from the same company.

But if he offended them at this critical juncture, causing the minister's plan to fail, he would be really finished.

His boss, Oswaldo Schneider, won't let him go.

This boss is ruthless. No matter how useful he is, killing him is just a matter of a word.

The company does not need people who cannot create value, and those who damage the company's interests are even more unforgivable.

A drop of cold sweat ran down his forehead, and this high-ranking company employee could only swallow back the order that was about to come out of his mouth.

He glared at Poteo and turned away.

"Well, since you're not going to accept my offer, I'll oblige you. Just wait, this land will eventually belong to the company, and then you'll realize how foolish your actions were."

"let's go"

After saying that, he led the other men in black into the spaceship.

The marketing department has plenty of ways to deal with them, so what can their little pistols do?

We are just the natives of a backward planet. We originally wanted to give you a little compensation so that you could leave in a decent manner. But since you are so shameless, we don't need to give you this. The market development department will take over the land here and exploit the resources here.

These people can be thrown anywhere after the matter is over.

"Get as far away as you can, disgusting guys like you are not welcome here, bah!"

Poteo spat again at the receding spaceship.

"Damn it, what's the attitude of these birdmen who fell from the sky? Do they think they are worthy of letting us leave? Humph! Dream on!"

An uncle with a stubble on his face said excitedly. He smoked a cigarette and held the gun tightly in his hand. If there was any movement just now, he would really shoot. No one here would joke about the affairs of his homeland.

"That's right. If a company called Star wants our home, they should ask my gun if it agrees first."

Everyone agreed, but no one noticed the seriousness in Poteo's eyes.

Although Potio said it with disdain, the alarm bells had already sounded in his heart.

Unlike others, he saw a corner of the world outside the planet during his time with Harley, and this little bit was enough to make him pay full attention.

Unknown high-tech and high-powered weapons, vehicles that are far more flexible and faster than horses, etc., these things will undoubtedly crush his area.

If Harley is in this state, then the Universe Company he mentioned will surely be even more powerful to the point that they cannot resist.

Poteo thought about using the black box left by Harley to contact him, but after thinking it over again and again, Poteo gave up the idea. The reason was actually very simple.

First of all, this is a matter for the indigenous people who have lived on this land for generations, and has nothing to do with Harley. An unrestrained adventurer like him should not be involved.

Then, this Star Company is obviously a behemoth. What’s the use of adding Harley?

Poteo didn't want to make things difficult for Harley.

The cowboys of this land will fight their own way.

He advised everyone around him to go back and prepare, and Potio also planned to go home and arm himself well.

Before Harley left, he gave Poteo some weapons, which came in handy at this moment.

In short, he would never give up this place even if he died.

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I enjoyed writing the scene where Poteo scolds the company people.

So, do the people in the company deserve a beating? It took me a lot of effort to figure it out.

Volume 80: Let's Go, Adventurers and Cowboys!: Chapter : The Legendary Cowboy of Algonquin Apache

Later, those people in black clothes came again, but this time, they no longer had any discussions and directly drove huge machines to this land.

Completely ignoring the wishes of the people living on this land, huge excavators appeared on the grassland skyline. Under the cultivation of these huge machines, the earth began to flow with black minerals.

Their verbal resistance had no effect and they were quickly driven back.

Potio had to use a more brutal method to fight back.

Looking at Portio, who was wearing all the equipment left by Harley and riding a hoverbike, Gray said worriedly: "Portio, are you really going to do this? What if they catch you..."

Botio soothed his adoptive mother in a gentle voice, "Gray, someone has to do it. If we just watch those beasts destroy our home beyond recognition, we might as well resist with guns."

"But now that you're gone, my little cutie..."

Gray still wanted to say something, wanting to use her still young granddaughter to keep her child.

Hearing this, a trace of struggle flashed in Potio's eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but after opening and closing it several times, he still said nothing.

His family is his biggest weakness. He has never thought of leaving his family to do such a dangerous thing. Grey and Nick are getting old, and the little cutie is still so young. If he dies outside, what will happen to this family?

But there was no other way, he had to do it, otherwise his family would lose the land they lived on because of the company's actions.

Nick came to her side at this time, put his hand on her shoulder, then hugged her and shook his head, looking at Poteo with helpless but firm eyes: "Let him go, Gray, when a cowboy is timid, the horse will run to the edge of the cliff."

"Give this brat some confidence. He's the bravest and strongest cowboy after me."

This time, Gray sighed and finally stopped persuading her. The child had grown up.

"Damn dad." Potio looked at his father helplessly and moved.

He got on his hoverbike, took out his revolver and touched his cowboy hat: "Don't worry, Nick, Grey, I will use this gun to win our future."

He twisted the handle, and when they came to their senses, all that was left of Poteo was his receding figure.

As his child embarked on this adventure that could lead to hell, he murmured as a father: "You must come back safely, little brat, or I will kick your ass with my boot."

A ranger appeared on Algonquin Apache and continued to cause trouble for the company's people. He continued to destroy the machinery and facilities at the company's mining sites and roamed the land alone.

Potio clearly understood how big the gap was between himself and the company, so he adopted a roaming strategy, moving from one place to another, constantly sabotaging the company. Once something went wrong, he would immediately turn around and run away, not giving the company any chance to catch him.

The existence of Potio was beyond the company's expectations. They did not expect that there would be cosmic technology on this backward planet, and the performance was even better than the standard equipment they distributed. The people sent here were unable to deal with his existence.

After each capture attempt, Poteo escaped on his hoverbike, leaving behind equipment destroyed by his high-powered gun.

At the same time, Potio's story spread throughout the Argonne Apache. More and more people learned about his deeds, admired his courage and ability, and spontaneously took up guns, rode horses to sabotage the company, and joined Potio's ranks.

These people are not as dangerous as Potio. After all, they are facing a global giant. If they can be defeated by these backward cowboys, they will not have to stay in the company.

But it was very frustrating. Such a large number of people undoubtedly brought great trouble to the company's work. They were not only facing cowboys, but also the will of the Algonquin Apache. More and more people joined the ranks.

There was nothing they could do. They couldn't really kill them all because someone was watching them.

But the people above wanted to keep the work progress up, and now they were blocked on both ends, which made the person in charge on this planet so angry that he started cursing.

The people in the company gritted their teeth in hatred and kept cursing in their hearts this ungrateful cowboy who wanted to take advantage of others and the traveler who left these equipment behind.

And one of the protagonists in this vortex, Potio, is taking a break.

In the quiet night, Poteo lit a fire and rested on his hoverbike.

He didn't dare to relax too much, otherwise who knows if the company's lackeys would smell the scent and find him. He almost got caught once.

Fortunately, the guys Harley left behind were very capable, otherwise we would have been in real trouble.

Poteo patted his iron comrades, which were much more useful than the old revolvers and horses.

"Thank you. After this is over, I will take good care of you. I don't know if you like the lubricant on this planet, or I can grab some company for you."

"Yeah, I'm really tired. I wonder how Nick Grey and the others are doing. Has the little cutie grown up?"

Looking up at the beautiful starry sky, the vast sky that he had seen since he was a child, Potio said to himself.

He missed his family and wanted to go back to see them, but his family's concern made him choose to continue fighting.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but his speed was getting faster and faster, and the power and accuracy of the bullets he fired were getting stronger and stronger. In his eyes, the attacks of those people in the company seemed to slow down. His intuition told him what to do next, and because of this, he could continue to harass the company.

It was as if something was blessing him, or maybe God couldn't stand it anymore and came to help this cowboy.

But the damage he had done now was still too small to stop the company's progress. The cowboys on the Algonquin Apache were too weak, and when the time came, they would also be deprived of their homes.

Poteo scratched his head in distress, not knowing what to do.

After scratching his head and thinking for a long time, Potio hit his palm, and a light bulb came on, and he had a bold idea.

Damn, why not just go find the head of their company, put a gun in his mouth, and force him to stop!

This method sounds outrageous, and it is indeed outrageous, but the more Potio thinks about it, the more he thinks it is worth a try. After all, there is no other way now.

The brave ones will die of overeating, and the timid ones will die of starvation. Let’s do it!

Portio leaned against the motorcycle, holding the gun tightly in his hand, closed his eyes, and cherished this little rest time.

My good brother, please give me your blessing from far away.

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Well...it ends within 20 chapters, so this may be the shortest volume.

However, the images of Poteo and Harley should be established.

Volume 81: Let's Go, Adventurers and Cowboys! : Chapter : Potio: Brother, Help Me

He did what he said and lurked and observed at an important base of the company for a while, and noticed a spaceship that was about to return to the company.

Donning a stolen employee uniform, Poteo infiltrated the spaceship. Perhaps through divine intervention, coupled with years of hunting-honed intuition and agility, Poteo evaded numerous checkpoints and interrogations, successfully reaching the cabin and guarding it. He waited for the spaceship to reach Interstellar Peace Corporation headquarters, where he could thrust a gun into the culprit's mouth and force him into submission.

"Ah, I can finally go back. I really don't want to stay in this remote place for even a second."

An employee who was slacking off yawned and said to Potio, "Don't you think those cowboys are just so annoying? They're clearly struggling in vain."

"Yeah, indeed. I really don't know what they are thinking."

Beneath the employee's mask, Portio's veins bulged.

Damn it, if I could reveal my identity right now, I would shoot you in the head right now.

Forcing himself to suppress his anger, Poteo felt that his patience would definitely improve after this trip.

The employee didn't notice Poteo's annoyance and continued to talk to himself, "But when we get back, we won't have to worry so much. The development department has decided to clear out the people there, so there won't be any more annoying cowboys."

"?!"

What did he just say, clear, what clear?!

Yes, is that what he meant?

Potio's pupils trembled and he subconsciously clenched his fists. A bad premonition began to linger in his heart.

He suppressed his uneasiness and asked the man, "Um, what does purging mean? Why haven't I heard of it?"

The man's tone was filled with disdain. "You're so out of touch, kid! These things have been spreading everywhere lately. The higher-ups are extremely unhappy with the progress of the work and are planning to kill everyone on that planet without telling the Resource Recycling Department to prevent any obstruction to the work."

"According to the schedule, it should be soon. Waiting for the company..."

Click.

Portio pressed the muzzle of the gun to the man's temple, his mask-less eyes filled with rage, fire, and hatred.

"If you don't want your head to explode, you'd better cooperate with me and answer a few questions!"

Inside the hatch, the person in charge here was talking to someone above.

The person in charge smiled broadly and said to the figure on the screen, "Master Osvaldo, what should we do if the Resource Recycling Department discovers something?"

"Ah, of course. I'm not questioning your decision, sir. I'm just worried they might turn against us."

"You don't need to worry about this. I have my own arrangements. You just need to do your job well. The strategic resources contained in Algonquin Apache are too important. Whoever can grab them first will have the upper hand in the department competition. I will not allow any mistakes on this matter."

"Yes, yes, that's what the supervisor said."

The person in charge nodded and said this, but he kept muttering in his heart and didn't really believe what the people above him said.

You have to know that he is Lord Guster, one of the most honorable people in the company, who can make the will of the Amber King come down. If Lord Guster had not never interfered too much in the affairs of the company, it would be hard to say what the company is like now.

The resignation of many former directors and supervisors in the marketing development department was vaguely related to Guost, but the marketing development department has not yet figured out the methods of this adult, and only roughly knows where his bottom line is.

But the supervisor in front of them had already begun to walk towards the edge of Guster's red line, and his behavior was so radical that even the veteran employees like them felt it was radical.