Red Dead Redemption Dawn - Chapter 7 worry and confidence

"Mr. Edwin, welcome home." Old Danny fulfilled all John's requirements for the housekeeper. "You are also welcome, Mr. Wick. By the way, Mr. Wick, your custom dress has arrived, and I have delivered it. your room."

"Thank you." John ordered a set of clothes yesterday, which seemed to be finished.

It was seven o'clock in the evening when he returned to the manor. John took a hot bath as soon as he returned to the manor, and then returned to his room to check his injuries. In fact, he knew that he had suffered some skin injuries. John is a little puzzled, because his strength, fighting ability and appetite are far beyond ordinary people, and although John's appetite is very good, he eats so much every time, but basically only goes to the toilet every two days, he is very sure of his stomach. No discomfort whatsoever. After some tangled speculation, John felt that the system had put a super strong man who was more than 2 meters tall and weighed 400 pounds into John's body, which was only 186 and 170 pounds, and John was very sure that he had a super internal organs.

"Worse than Captain America but definitely better than the average person." John was quite happy when he got the conclusion, after all, who doesn't want to have the physique of Captain America or Black Panther.

"Mr. John, are you asleep?" The voice of the servant outside the door sounded.

"No, what's the matter?" John asked, putting down the dagger in his hand.

"Mr. Edwin asks you to go to the balcony on the second floor," replied the servant.

Although John was very puzzled, he got up and went to the balcony on the second floor.

John went up to the second floor and the housekeeper was waiting for John's arrival at the door.

"Mr. Wake, Mr. Edwin is waiting for you on the balcony." Butler Danny was quiet but very clean. John nodded and walked towards the balcony.

"Mr. Edwin, are you looking for me?" John asked, looking at Edwin in pajamas smoking a high-end cigar on the balcony.

"Mr. Wake, come here." Edwin beckoned to John, and when John got close, he handed John a high-end cigar, and Edwin said softly after John lit it.

"I thought about it for a long time after I came back. I really can't believe that Cherman will not do anything crazy. Although he is now a law-abiding citizen of Blackwater, we all know that he does not speak the law." Ed The worry in Wen's eyes showed how distrustful he was of Cherman.

"It's at Chelman's manor, which is far from Blackwater Town. It's really hard to guarantee that he won't do anything." John said to Edwin, smoking a cigar.

"Mr. Wick, do you have anything to deal with?"

"If there are only a few people in the house, then they won't cause any harm or threat to you with me, but if there are 20 gunmen in ambush outside the house, I can't guarantee anything, because it's very difficult for me to survive." John estimated After a moment, he said, "But if we have four guys on our side who give me some support and cover, then even if they have twenty gunmen out there, it's not a big problem." As John said to Hathaway Yes, the most important thing in a shooter's duel is to see who goes first, and John, who has the eye of death, still has this confidence. Of course, the premise is that the opponent's gunners are not mixed with one or two sharpshooters.

"You mean I only need to bring four more guards?" Edwin glanced at John in surprise. In Steve's letter, he told him that John was capable of killing three or four in an instant. Personally, maybe more than once. So he knew that John's marksmanship was accurate, and he also knew that John's gun was fast, but in the face of the overwhelming firepower, he didn't expect John to be so confident.

"It can't be too bad, at least you have to find a place to cover and shoot." 'Hush~huh~' The taste of high-end cigars is great, and John can feel the mellowness of his mouth.

"However, Mr. Edwin, you'd better tell them first that the journey is dangerous."

"That's for sure, I'll tell them everything they should know." Edwin put down the cigar in his hand and picked up a cup of brewed tea, tasting the aftertaste.

"Mr. Wick, would you like to try this tea from a big eastern country? The tea has a very special taste. The bitterness and sweetness are combined in the mouth for a long time, mixed with a faint mellow fragrance."

"It must be very expensive." John said with certainty looking at Edwin.

"Hahaha, of course, I heard from my friends that tea of ​​this quality was a tribute to their emperor."

"Then I'm not greedy for this royal tribute." John said with a smile.

"Mr. Wick is more humorous than I thought."

"So, is the exact time to talk with Cherman tomorrow at noon?"

"Yes, by the way, although Mr. Wick doesn't know what you said to Hathaway, she seems to have finally given up her mind on her expensive gold revolver recently." Edwin said A mouthful of her daughter who likes to dance with knives and guns.

"Really? She's actually quite talented." John snorted.

"Yes, so she put down her golden revolver now and went to study sniper rifles. What a worry-free child." Edwin looked rather helpless.

"Miss Hathaway's hobbies are indeed different."

"She's loved these things since her mother left, and that was when I brought my family to Blackwater five years ago, and her mother and she were besieged by bandits once, and when I brought Steve to the scene, her mother She was injured by a gunshot wound and died shortly after returning from a serious injury. After that, she started to like these things. And because of business affairs, I didn't have much time to spend with her, so I generally try to satisfy her what she likes. She was a bit headstrong but smart and didn't cause me any trouble." Edwin seemed to recall the past.

John didn't disturb the man who was remembering, he just needed an audience.

"When I first arrived in Heishui Town, it didn't go well. Although I was rich, I finally got a foothold in Blackwater Town with the help of my wife's father's good friend. But my wife's misfortune made me want to My mind is on my career, because as soon as I face these two children, especially Hathaway, I will think of her, because she looks just like her mother." Edwin's middle-aged uncle's face was facing Moonlight, all the memories above, his eyes revealing tenderness, presumably his wife must be very virtuous.

"You can see how charming your wife is through Miss Hathaway." John took the coffee from the servant and complimented.

"Yes, she is the most charming woman I have ever seen in my life, and she is the love of my life." Edwin finished drinking the cup of tea that had lost its temperature. He didn't look like a taster Tea is more like reminiscing about the time with his wife in the past. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

John silently exited the balcony, nodded to Danny inside, and Danny responded with a smile. Then John walked lightly back to his room.

John, who returned to the room, picked up the information of Chelman and others and checked it carefully.

Cherman had a beard on his face, and his demeanor was full of wealth. There was no trace of him being the leader of the gang in his early years. He was more like a wealthy old man.

Jessica's 45-year-old financial officer, this guy planned almost all the actions of the United Manchester gang, and his handwriting was very clean every time. There is also Garfield, the current leader of the United Man gang. According to the information, this guy is not very smart, but his gun must be very fast and accurate. According to the information received, he once shot four people in a bar with a round of bullets. , maybe he's really a sharpshooter, if that's the case, it's a bit of a hassle.

John, who was sitting in the chair, lay back with his head in his hands. After thinking about things for a while, he picked up Cherman's information and checked his latest developments. It was nothing more than going in and out of various bars, hotels, and various banquets. news.

Then John picked up Jessica's information and checked it out. Jessica's portrait had a knife-striped face, thin and long, with triangular eyes. It looked very much like a vampire in a cartoon. Well, it did. There is basically no recent news about him, and the latest one was last month.

Then he looked at Garfield's documents and sketch photos, a bearded man with a pirate hat, a relatively obvious scar at the corner of his left eye, and even the portrait could see the fierceness on his face.

"Why do you think something is wrong?" John looked at these materials and thought it was strange, but he didn't think of anything strange.

John took out a cigarette from his backpack and sat at the window and started smoking. The night passed quietly.