Red Dead Redemption Dawn

Rich asked for a room, and the two sat in the room and ordered some dishes and a bottle of good wine.

"John, I'm sorry you didn't stay." Rich poured two glasses of wine for the two of them.

"I also regret not being able to continue working with you." John replied along with Rich's words.

"Hehe, I opened this restaurant, how about the food here." Rich smiled and invited John to try the dishes.

John took a knife and fork and tried a small bite.

"It's good, I haven't been to many restaurants, but the food here is definitely one of the best." John didn't lie. The food here is really good.

"Looks like I didn't hire the wrong cook."

"Sergeant Rich, this time I'm here to ask you something." After a few polite words, John began to describe the purpose of his visit this time.

"Okay, you ask, it's safe here." Richie nodded to John to continue while cutting the veal.

"You told me that someone in Blackwater was helping Greer, otherwise he wouldn't be able to kill two-thirds of the detectives in Blackwater within two months." John said, looking at the detective, Richie.

"Well, I said, what's wrong?" Richie put down his knife and fork and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

"We found something," John said, looking at Richie.

"What?" Rich asked curiously.

"Are you sure you don't know?" John asked Rich instead, seeing that his expression did not change.

"Oh~ John, do you think I should know?"

John looked at his emotionless face and said nothing.

Richie smiled and then took out his cigarette and lit one, and Richie took a deep breath.

"Maybe know a little, but not much. You can tell me what you found, and I'll try to tell you what I know." Richie spit out a breath of smoke filtered by his lungs after speaking.

"The current head of Blackwater Town. Mr. Murray, he may have colluded with Greer to kill the former head of Blackwater Town." John said softly.

Richie wasn't too surprised to hear the name, but took another puff of his cigarette.

hiss~huh~

Richie opened his mouth after another puff of smoke.

"Well, it was faster than I thought, and you did a good job." Richie praised with a smile on his face.

"So you always knew or did you know later?" John relaxed when he saw Richie's unhurried look. He lay back slightly.

"I've always had a hunch that I only confirmed something after the director's accident."

"What do you mean by having a hunch, you always thought Morrie would attack the director?"

"No, no, not this." Richie shook his head and said two nos, then took another puff of his cigarette and put out the **** on the ashtray on the table.

"What kind of person does the director look like in your eyes?" Richie said with emotion in his eyes, and then he answered without waiting for John to speak.

"A good person, a person who is very important to Heishui Town."

"John, how long have you been in Blackwater?" Rich asked again.

"A few months," John responded.

"It's been a long time, you know, Blackwater Town can be said to be one of the most civilized cities in the west. It can even be compared to Saint Denis City in terms of safety factor. The director protects the legality of the rich people in Blackwater Town. Assets also protect civilians from harm, so the rich and poor in Blackwater Town are extremely supportive of many of the director's decisions."

Richie drew another cigarette from the table and lit it.

"The director is a very powerful person, but this kind of power is not friendly in the eyes of some people." Richie swallowed smoke.

"Do you know what it is?" he asked John.

"I'm waiting for you to tell me." John replied following his words.

"The director doesn't like the behavior and practices of some people, and these people are often linked to money." Rich did not directly say what it was, but talked about something different from the answer.

"The director doesn't like contraband, so he bans a lot of things, he doesn't like people trafficking people in his city, no matter what color they are, white, black, Indian or Chinese. The director likes giving opportunities, he likes He has always created an atmosphere in Heishui Town that he thinks is fair, giving anyone who wants a chance to succeed. But the director forgot that there will never be fairness in this world. Some people are born with aristocratic blood, while others are It was discarded in the sewers when it was just born, and it flowed into Luotie Lake along with the filth."

"There is no justice in the world, and this is still the West. Bandits, thieves, prostitutes, murderers, outlaws. The scum of the basic federation is here. The chief is supported by the rich in high society, and in the slums he is also supported by the commoners. support."

"He is strong, wise, and just. The director seems to have no flaws. Blackwater Town is very good under his control. John, you should know that there is a black market in Blackwater Town." Rich asked again. john.

"I was a member of them until I was appointed by the director." He nodded.

"Oh, yes, to outsiders, the black market seems very mysterious and powerful. But in the eyes of the director, whether this thing exists or not is entirely in his mind. John, in fact, not only in the police station, but in Heishui Town. Wherever he goes, the director covers the sky with one hand."

"This is a very serious problem, and the director knows it, so he allows some things to exist, some things that are not excessive. But he forgets that these things exist only with his permission."

"When he allowed it, he also started dissatisfaction with other people, who were often tied to power."

"Money and power are fascinating, and the existence of the director has made them lose a lot of money and power, and a lot of power over Blackwater Town. Losing these things can make many people crazy."

"These dissatisfaction with the director brought them together intentionally or unintentionally, but under the strong deterrence of the director, they really couldn't do much. So they are waiting for someone who can wrestle with the director to appear."

"When both sides are fighting for their power to decide the winner, they will stand by that person and let the scale of victory fall to that person. Then pull the chief into the water, and when the chief falls, they will swarm up and eat the chief. The power to turn the clouds and rains in Heishui Town, and then divide up the cake of civilization in Heishui Town, which has always been guarded by the director."

"Greer is this person. Maybe the director himself feels this way. Greer is coming for him. He is confident that he can deal with Greer and even catch him alive. But his opponent is not only Greer alone, but also There are many people in Blackwater Town who are dissatisfied with him." Richie took the last puff of cigarette in his hand with a lonely expression, and then he pressed the **** out again.

"Hehe~ Killing and setting fire to the golden belt, repairing bridges and repairing roads without corpses. John, good people shouldn't be like this, the world shouldn't be like this, but the world is like this." Richie said this with a bit of self-deprecating tone. He didn't look at John, but at the window of the room, feeling that he said this to himself, or to John, or to the dead Leiter.

Then he turned to John again.

"I didn't mean to defend him, but I still want to say it again. Killing the director of Heishui Town is not something that one person dares to do on a whim. If there is not enough support, no one has the courage to do so."

"Ah~" Richie sighed softly, very lightly.

He looked at John's expression and said seriously.

"I owe the director, if you want to do something, you do it. But if you just want to pull one out to do justice or express gratitude, I'll do what I'm supposed to do because I owe him that too."

After listening to Rich's self-report, many people and events flashed in John's mind.

Then he took out a cigarette and lit it like Sheriff Rich, took a deep breath, and then exhaled a long puff of smoke.

"Excellent readme, Sheriff Richie, you're right. I agree with you, and I know where you stand. Good people in the West never live long because you admit you're an angel in the midst of a bunch of demons. You can only end up alone, and you will be torn apart by that group of demons. So in the West, there is no right or wrong in many things, just take a stand.”

He has a lot of lung capacity and is pumping fast. John was halfway through the cigarette in his second puff. Then he put the cigarette **** into the ashtray, then he got up and walked to the door and then turned back to Richie, who was sitting quietly at the table.

"Sergeant Rich, you're right. Although I can't speak for the Chief, I don't think you owe the Chief anything."

After speaking, John closed the door.

And in the room Richie listened to John's last words with a bit of bitterness on his face.

Rich had always had the feeling, 'they might take on the chief' since he left Reiter with Morrie, but he didn't warn him beforehand, and he blamed himself after Reiter's accident.

He had been thinking about it since Leiter was buried.

If I could talk to the director before the accident, would the ending be different? Could the tragedy of the police station be avoided?

he does not know.

But this can't blame him. Everyone in the police station has a blind admiration for Leiter. There is nothing that the director can't solve, and nothing can hinder the director~www.NovelMTL.com~ This is Leiter in charge A kind of deformed worship that has been formed by the Heishui Town Police Station for more than 20 years.

Richie knew he felt that way, too.

This also led to the fact that even if Rich had this feeling, he felt that Leiter could handle it. Because in his cognition he can guess things, Leiter can also guess, there is no need for him to do this. And, he's Morrie's man now.

So no matter how he thought about it, he didn't need to remind Leiter.

It was past seven o'clock in the evening when John left the hotel.

He rode down the street on horseback, and as he walked, the sky suddenly started to rain, and John looked up at the sky, letting the rain drop on his face.

The cold rain made his mind clear a lot, and he hadn't figured out what to say to Zuo En.

Then he recalled what Richie said at the end. Richie's helplessness gave him a very intuitive feeling.

'People in the arena involuntarily. ’