Red Dead Redemption Dawn - Chapter 493 tavern writer

A Red Dead Redemption: Dawn Chapter 493 The Writer at the Tavern

Saint Denis, Moraine.

Micah was discussing with the boss how much the munitions would cost in a house in the eastern part of Saint-Denis.

Dach gave him a lot of money to buy enough ammunition for them.

After confirming the price, Mica handed over the cash, but withheld twenty dollars.

The boss looked at Mika, and Mika looked back at the boss as a matter of course.

The boss nodded and didn't say much.

"Hehe" Micah put the money into his pocket, and then called his companions who had already boarded the carriage to leave the city of Saint-Denis.

"Boys, let's go back to the camp." Micah waved his hand after getting into the car and walked towards the camp with the carriage full of ammunition.

The carriage crossed the East District unimpeded and headed out of the city. When turning the corner, Micah's smiling face instantly changed color.

"What's the matter? Micah?" the people around him asked.

Micah glanced at him, and then said, "I want to go to the tavern for a drink, you guys take the things back first."

Without waiting for a few people to react, Micah got out of the carriage and rode on his Belloc.

"Bon voyage, haha" Mika waved at several people, and then disappeared around the corner.

The three of them looked at each other, then chuckled once or twice, and then drove the carriage out of the city.

Micah waited at the corner until several people had completely left before walking towards the man who was smoking at the corner just now.

"You guys really linger." Micah stopped beside him and said.

"Daqi is making a lot of noise here, so we can't help but pay attention to it. Are you okay, Micah Bell." The team leader of Pinkerton's detective team raised his head and greeted Micah with a smile.

"It's not bad to delay your blessings." Micah said calmly.

"Why are you with this group of people? Are you separated from Dutch?" Kevin asked, smoking a cigarette.

"It's been a while, he was bitten too tightly by you, and he killed the leader of the mafia in Saint-Denis City. Dach knew he was in big trouble, so he ran away directly. But there are still a few Arthur left. People followed him, and the group of women and children were all abandoned by him. You did a good job, detectives." Mika said the news that Daqi and others had fled far away without blushing.

"Really?" Kevin glanced at Mika, and then said, "To tell you the truth, I saw Dutch drinking in a nearby tavern a few days ago, and he didn't look as embarrassed as you said.

"Really? Then next time you see him, remember to say hello to him for me. It's quite exciting to hang out with him, haha" Micah said.

"If I saw him that day, I would greet him for you." Kevin said calmly.

Micah looked at Kevin and said, "I'm going to the tavern for a drink now. If you want to catch me to receive the reward, do it quickly, or wait until I'm drunk and come back the next day."

"I'll arrest you when your bounty exceeds three thousand dollars that day, and I'm not interested in your bounty right now." Kevin was still leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette.

"There will be a day, goodbye, Mr. Inspector." After speaking, Mica rode Belloc towards the nearest tavern.

After Micah disappeared, Kevin turned and walked in another direction.

Micah really went directly to the tavern and started drinking. Because he had a kickback of 20 dollars, Micah ordered the best wine to drink.

I drank from night to early morning until I was carried up to the room by the waiter.

In the Pinkerton Detective Agency in St. Denis, Milton was listening to the general clues of the Van der Linde Gang that his subordinates had been looking for for more than a month.

"They're supposed to still be somewhere outside the city, they're just hard to find.

Over the past month or so, we have met Dach, Hosea, and Micah not long ago. The first two people were too vigilant and got lost outside the city, while Micah was with several families he had never seen before. "Kevin reported the clues in his hands.

To be honest, recently I have been using reading to follow up, change sources, read aloud with many timbres, and both Android and Apple can be used. 】

"Guys you haven't seen before? How many?" Milton asked casually.

"Three, according to him, he left the Van der Linde gang more than a month ago." Kevin said about the situation when he met Micah just now.

"Just like the original Mr. Morgan, they are really a pair of qualified desperadoes." Milton shook his head and said.

"Where did you meet them? Did you find out what they were looking for?"

"We've asked about things we don't want to close, and they seem to be looking for targets to attack." Kevin said his own analysis.

"It's impossible for Daqi not to make a move. Keep paying attention, and they will always find their target." Milton waved a few people down.

black water town

John is quite busy these days. He went to visit Senator Edwin during the day, and the two spent the whole day happily, finalizing some small matters.

In the evening, I went to Director Baylor's house for dinner, and the next day invited Zuo En and a few gang bosses from the eastern district of Heishui Town to come over for dinner, and briefly talked about some New Year's requirements of Director Baylor.

During the period, he dealt with various family business affairs, and went to play polo on Senator Edwin's ranch on the third day.

It’s still busy and fulfilling. After Shadi’s team came back, they went to see the injured team members making gestures. They gave double compensation of money and vacation, and then took Ofina back to Rhodes Town to watch Look at the progress of the bootleggery and those small and medium-sized processing factories.

With the production of a large bootleg winery like John, the shops around Rhodes have been well stimulated, and there is a sense of prosperity. Except that Rhodes Town is still dusty and smoky during the day, and the air quality is not good, everything else good.

During the few days when John came to Rhodes, he took the time to visit the helmsman of the two families. They have a good relationship with John, and the bootleggers pay taxes. And he took over Garrett's processing plants.

So they had a good time talking.

That night, Zhao An told him that he needed money to buy a large number of high-quality cattle and sheep tomorrow, and this place couldn't satisfy them, so he needed to go to Valentine.

Valentine is the largest livestock town in the vicinity. There are countless high-quality cattle and sheep to choose from, and the price is very cheap.

After learning about this, John quickly said that he could go there and let Zhao An continue to preside over bootlegging and construction here.

Because Zhao An was very busy with things, after he left, these trivial matters might be left on him, so John, who didn't want to get involved in such trivial matters, became a shopkeeper again, saying that he could become a buyer.

Then the next day, he took Ofina to Valentine, and three very professional cattle and sheep buyers went to pick the right cattle and sheep, as well as five qualified guards.

Departed at eight o'clock in the morning and arrived at Valentine at noon.

As soon as I got out of the carriage, a gust of air filled with cow, sheep and horse dung rushed towards my face.

The air here is the closest to nature.

"It's very similar to my hometown." Ofina said after getting off the car, smelling the smelly air.

"Really." John responded casually, and then a group of seven people went to a nearby pasture to discuss with the boss about buying cattle and sheep.

After talking for a while, John found that with the presence of these three professionals, he actually couldn't get in too many words. After all, John had no experience in what kind of cattle and sheep were better.

So after walking around, John took Ofina to a nearby tavern for lunch. Before leaving, he wished the purchasing team to go to a nearby restaurant to eat after confirmation. These were counted as public expenses.

As soon as the two entered the tavern, they heard someone complaining.

"Please sir, just recall carefully what happened in Sylvia's tavern in 1876?" The man who spoke was a slightly fat man.

He wears a pair of glasses and looks amiable.

The person he questioned was an old man in his fifties dressed in cowboy clothes. At his waist was a Schofield revolver with a special pattern.

He lay drunk on the bar counter, shaking his hands constantly, yelling for the bartender to bring another bottle, and when he was asked by the little fat man, he responded drunkenly.

"It's just talk, great writer, it's talk, talk."

"This is not trash or empty talk, Mr. Calloway, this is history." The little fat man said in a helpless tone.

"Ha write this in your **** book too, great writer, ha ha uh" the drunk old man known as Calloway said mockingly.

John and Ofina heard that they were interesting, so they sat down beside him.

"Is this your friend? What's wrong with him?" John sat beside him and asked.

"This 'Little Calloway', the famous 'Little Calloway'" the fat man glanced at John and explained that the old man had a lot of background.

"Who?" John looked at the old man lying on the bar counter uncertainly and asked again.

"This is a famous sharpshooter, the fastest left-handed gunman in the entire west. Jim Calloway." The little fat man talked about the old man's background again.

"He killed fourteen vicious robbers in the Battle of Liuxi Cave, the famous Gang of Fourteen."

"Oh." John nodded approvingly, and glanced at the drunk old man again, "Then what are you waiting for?"

"What?" the little fat man asked back.

"You can kill him now and become the second fastest shooter in the West." John joked.

"I don't intend to kill him, I want to myth him, I want to write a biography for him, a legendary biography of a sharpshooter." The fat man picked up his notebook and responded.

"How's the writing going?" John asked again.

"I would rather choose to fight him, or I will kill him, and then become the best gunner of Baldi Demon. Or he will kill me and set me free, then I will never have to talk to him again." The fat John said helplessly .

"Hehe, then you have begun to understand some of the most important things." John said with a smile.

"what?"

"Gunner's fun, freedom or honor," John explained.

"That's a good sentence, mind if I write it down?" the little fat man asked with bright eyes.

"Anything." John asked the bartender to order food for two.

"What's your name, sir?"

"John Wick."

"Are you a shooter?"

"Probably so."

"Have you ever thought about becoming famous?" The little fat man's eyes lit up.

"Not really necessary, I'm not interested." John responded, and then ate the food served in the tavern with Ofina.

"Then do you have experience in duels?"

"No, I will shoot them in the back if necessary, rather than a duel." John said as a matter of course.

The little fat man nodded, and then thought for a while, "Sir, do you want to know the past of these gunmen?"

"These?" John pointed to the unconscious Calloway and asked.

"I can give money, a lot of money." The little fat man continued.

"I'm not short of money." John said with a look at him.

The little fat man's eyes dimmed for an instant, "Yes, you won't be short of money at all just by looking at your clothes."

"However, I know a friend who may be short of money. He is also a pretty good shooter. How much can you give?" John asked after thinking about it.

"A lot, this book, this autobiography, I can give half of the proceeds of this book, and even sign a contract." The little fat man said seriously.

"Yes, they are all real sharpshooters. Of course, they may not have the prestige of the past, but their stories are still worthy of our discussion. This is a piece of history in the past. Even if it is a story, it is worth spending time and energy. What's more, there are enough benefits." The little fat man said bewitchingly while holding the book.

"My friends might be interested, do you have their addresses?"

"Of course, these are very legendary gunmen. Here are their latest news and addresses. Let your friends ask about the days and events of that year. I can write them all in. Of course, the most important thing is them. The days of working together with 'Little Ghost Calloway'. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" The little fat man quickly took out some photos, and handed a document to John.

John held it in his hand and looked at it. There were four photos in total, and they all seemed to be relatively old photos.

"How can my friend contact you?" John asked again.

"I should only be with him during this period of time in Valentine, or the tavern in Heishui Town, New Yin Lisa Baizhou." The little fat man glanced at Calloway and said.

"Very well, what's your name?" John asked.

"Ponia Bud." The little fat man responded.

"Very well, I will let him contact you." John nodded.

After the two finished eating, John took the information in his hand and put it in his coat, and went with Ofina to check the purchase situation.

"Who are you going to let know about these 'legendary shooters?'" Ofina asked.

"Isn't Marston short of money? This is a good opportunity. If he doesn't want to, I also want to know the past of these people. Maybe I can ask where their gang treasures are hidden." John responded indifferently.

"I figured it out. You've been so busy with things these past few days, you just want to find an excuse to go out and hang around. Is it really okay for you to be so irresponsible? Leave so many things to your woman and brother to deal with. "Ofina said a little angrily.

"No, they handled it well. I don't have that much effect." John responded with a guilty conscience. He was really busy with various social activities these days, and he couldn't find an excuse to go out. Deal with this and that. However, Marston, who was indeed Beecher's wish to visit these gunmen's first candidates, just didn't know if he was interested.

"Hehe, I will tell Anna about this." Ofina said.

"Haven't you two never talked?" John asked in surprise.

"Oh." Ofina didn't make a sound.