Red Dead Redemption Dawn

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In the camp of Daxue Mountain, Charles was chatting with John, while Micah and Arthur had already started their hands.

Not to mention, the two men were unambiguous in their actions, and they just punched each other when they came up.

Compared with the mediocre performances of the first two games, Arthur and Micah's are definitely much better.

Many people's emotions were mobilized, and basically everyone was cheering for Arthur,

No way, who made Mika look like he had his nostrils turned up all day, and everyone was a happy man with a smelly mouth.

Both Arthur and Micah's defense and offense are very good. Although it is not as enjoyable as the boxing match I watched in my previous life, it can be said to be very exciting.

He took a closer look and found that both Micah and Arthur punched very hard, and they both had strong physical endurance.

For example, professional heavyweight boxers usually have 10 to 12 rounds. Each round is three minutes, but they basically take a one-minute break at the end of the round. If they keep punching and defending, they will resolve the fight within ten minutes.

And Arthur and Micah have been fighting for nearly six minutes.

Both had stippling.

"Both of them seem to have some personal grudges." John said after observing for a while.

"Micah basically didn't look down on anyone in the gang, and Arthur always couldn't understand him." Charles explained.

"It's okay for them to have a little bit of a personal vendetta in this movement."

Then Charles turned his head and looked at John, "Why are you scared? Aren't you confident just now?"

"No, neither of them has reached the point where I'm afraid." John shook his head and said that the two of them were still not as good as him.

Although he has not learned boxing systematically, he can still do basic punches and dodges.

In the arena, Mika gritted his teeth and took Arthur's left fist, and then punched back unceremoniously.

He guessed that Arthur was a good fighter, but Arthur's boxing skills still exceeded his expectations.

He couldn't hold it anymore, he always felt that Arthur had brought some personal grievances in this game.

Although he also has.

"Micah can't hold it anymore," Charles said, staring at it for a long time.

"Well, the defensive action is too slow, and the offensive action is also to test the superfluous substance." John agreed with deep approval.

Not long after the discussion between the two, Arthur caught Micah's defensive emptiness, and directly gave Micah a liver-explosive punch.

Then a classic connecting uppercut sent Micah slamming into the snow.

"It's a good fight, don't hit it next time." Arthur spat out the **** saliva in his mouth and said to Micah.

Mika was in a trance state of being OK, and after lying on the snow for more than ten seconds, he slowly became afraid.

"You guys must have brought some personal grievances." Mika covered his liver and walked to the nearest chair with a sullen expression on his face.

"Take a good rest." Dutch came out and patted Micah on the shoulder, and said to Arthur, "It was a wonderful fight."

"Next, we welcome the wonderful game brought by Mr. Wick and Bill." Daqi smiled and invited John to enter.

"Have you had a good time playing?" John asked Arthur who was walking over.

"It's okay, if only he's ready for a while." Arthur said cheerfully, taking the clothes.

"I'm going down, remember to press me to win." John turned his head and said to Charles.

"I'll think about it." Charles responded with a smile.

There were not many surprises in the game after John left the field. Relying on his extraordinary reaction speed and strength, John always settled his opponent within a minute.

Even the end of Arthur did not change this number.

Those who are stunned will be questioned by others afterwards, but the answer is the same.

"He has so much speed and power, it feels like he's been hit by a train."

The game ended without any suspense, but the party continued, and everyone should eat and drink.

Played until about ten o'clock.

Everyone returned to the room to rest, and the drunk guy was resisted back to the room by others who were still sober.

John lay on his cot looking at the boxing prizes.

It's really a map, it's not too old, it's just like it was decades ago, there are three portraits in total.

The first one draws a tribe, and the chief of the tribe is leading the tribe to worship their gods, and the place is on a mountain.

The sacrifices were cattle and sheep and a pile of gold and silver.

In the second scene, three officers in military uniforms led their men to slaughter the tribe, and then transported all the gold and silver away.

There are three big boxes of gold and silver.

The third picture shows three officers sharing a treasure map.

And this treasure map is on the back of the three portraits.

The treasure is not complete.

"A **** treasure." John carefully studied the treasure map. He couldn't see the location on the map, and it was incomplete.

After thinking about it for a while, he put away the third treasure map after not getting anything useful.

Then he took out the red note that was intercepted on the train today.

Today this train belongs to the first capitalist in the West, Cornwall.

It escorted batches of bonds to Cornish companies at regular intervals. The bonds have been robbed by Da Qi today, and their value should be around 20,000 to 30,000 US dollars.

And the red note with the bond was selectively forgotten by Dach.

It is impossible for the notes locked in a box with tens of thousands of bonds to be worth less than those bonds.

But Dach and the others were used to being robbers at all, and they didn't have the slightest desire to check these seemingly worthless notes.

John opened the notebook, all of which were densely packed with numbers.

He can't read it, but it doesn't matter, he can take this thing back and show it to someone who can understand.

Just as he was about to rest, he heard footsteps.

"Rest?" It was Arthur's voice.

"No, I'm looking at a map." John opened the door as he said.

Arthur stood at the door with some slaps on his face from Micah.

John pointed to a chair not far away and motioned him to sit down.

Arthur didn't say much, and sat straight on the chair.

"So, you came to see me suddenly tonight, because you have something to talk to me about?" John took out a cigarette and handed him one.

Arthur received the cigarette to light, then handed the light to John, who took a puff before answering.

"Actually, I've been thinking about it these days."

"What are you thinking?"

"our future."

"Arthur, your future?" John said jokingly.

"Oh, of course, we robbers." Arthur nodded.

"What did you think of?"

"Maybe we will all die on the road." Arthur said calmly.

"Why are you so pessimistic." John must have been puzzled.

"Hosea told me tonight that we will leave here tomorrow morning." Arthur took a deep drag on his cigarette and continued, "Go east."

"Is there something wrong? I heard them say that you have other big troubles in the west besides Blackwater Town."

"I don't know, but I haven't slept well in the past few days. Although our situation is improving, I know this is temporary." Arthur's tone was a little worried.

"Because of the Pinkerton detectives?"

"I thought so at first," Arthur said after a moment of thought, smoking a cigarette and then glancing at John.

"So now you've changed your mind?" John asked back with some doubts.

"At one point, I just became lost."

I don't know if John's feeling is wrong. John felt a little lost in Arthur's tone, so he said with doubts.

"Why?"

Arthur sighed deeply, he didn't speak immediately, but continued to smoke.

John didn't speak either, and was also smoking a cigarette.

The space in the house is not large, and Arthur smokes frequently, and the hut will be filled with smoke after a while, but from the frequency of Arthur's smoking, it can be seen that he has many doubts in his heart.

John might be able to guess something, but he was not fit to speak.

Some things are better understood by oneself than by others.

"We have more fighting spirit." Arthur threw the cigarette **** on his heels and stamped it out, and he said in a deep voice as he watched the cigarette **** being stamped out.

The tone of saying this is definitely not excitement, but with obvious loss.

"Isn't this something to be happy about?" John said seriously and with some doubts.

"In many cases, this is a very exciting relationship." Arthur reached for the cigarette that John had put aside, and lit it again.

"But after so many things, this shouldn't be among our group." Arthur said after taking a puff of smoke.

"Why do you say that? Arthur, I think your state is a little pessimistic." John continued.

"Did something or someone let you down?"

"It doesn't count, but I'm really a little confused." Arthur shook his head.

"What are you confused about? Tell me and I might be able to analyze it for you." John made a very normal suggestion.

Arthur listened to John's suggestion, did not speak immediately, but looked at the handsome and elegant young man in front of him.

"John, how long have we known each other?" Arthur asked suddenly.

"Several months? I forgot, I think we've known each other for a long time." John touched his chin with his right hand and tilted his head thinking for a while.

"Well, it feels like it's been a long time. Do you still remember the first time you saw me?"

"Of course I remember. I bought you a drink at the time. The wine was really expensive." John joked, then he seemed to remember something, so he turned around and groped from behind.

Then he pulled out a bottle of whiskey. "Some? My last bottle."

Arthur looked at John with the wine in his hand and smiled, then nodded.

John unscrewed the cap and took his water glass, filled it, and handed the bottle to Arthur.

Arthur took it with a smile, and the two had a drink.

After taking a sip, Arthur said

"I remember you told me a story back then."

John nodded, "The friend who taught me horsemanship and marksmanship."

"Yes, that's the story. I remember you told me that he looks like me." Arthur handed him the bottle for another clink.

After raising his head and taking a sip, Arthur continued, "You know, I actually think that the person you mentioned is very similar to me."

John was naturally 'froze' for a moment, "Oh? You've never seen him before, and he's much older than you, probably about the same size as Hosea."

"From what you said, let me tell you the truth, we, Endaki." Arthur seemed hesitant when talking about this person.

"What happened to Dutch?" John asked.

Arthur hesitated for a moment, then sighed softly and said, "Dutch is also planning the last vote. The last."

Arthur repeated those three words once.

"So you think Dutch is the same as my friend's boss? There will always be a last vote?" John slowly said what Arthur wanted to tell himself after hearing it.

"I'm not sure, that's why I'm confused, but I've been very disturbed recently, although my reason tells me that Dutch will not be like the friend in your story. He said that he wants to retire, and he is old. But he is indeed younger than him. He still has fighting spirit, and his fighting spirit is higher than that of Lenny, who is only eighteen years old." Arthur frowned and said with a confused face.

John looked at Arthur's appearance, thought for a while and then spoke.

"Perhaps this can lead you out of the recent misfortune. But I also have some doubts." He first said a good word for Dutch, and then expressed his own doubts.

"I learned from the News Times of Heishui Town that your Heishui Town's payment for goods and my remuneration seem to be as high as 100,000 US dollars. Isn't this enough for all of you to retire? That's a lot of money."

"It's enough, but Daqi hid it in Blackwater Town. He told us that sometimes we might meet enemies on the way to escape, and it's not safe to take money on the road." Arthur nodded in response.

"So, you are not short of money, so after getting rid of those detectives, he should think about how to get that money back." John nodded and said to Arthur along the normal line of thinking.

"That's the problem, Dach doesn't seem to want to get it back so quickly." Arthur frowned and then lost his face, then he shook his head again, "Maybe he just thinks that we are not safe enough now, it should be like this .”

"Well, I think it's the same. Maybe he will find a way to get the money back after he goes down the mountain." John nodded in agreement.

"I'm going down the mountain the day after tomorrow. When you get to a safe place, you can mention it to Daqi. I still have some strength in Heishui Town. I can let one or two of you who haven't been exposed come in and out of Heishui Town silently, UU Read the book www.uukanshu.com and I can make some arrangements." John pointed out that he has some power in Heishui Town, and he can help if he wants to withdraw money.

"Thank you so much, I'll talk to Dutch then." Arthur clinked glasses with John again as he spoke.

"We are friends. Besides, you will come down the mountain with me to catch the horse." John never forgot about the white dragon horse that can show many anthropomorphic expressions.

A horse that can show puzzled, dazed, surprised and bored expressions. Anyone who has seen it cannot forget it.

I'm not qualified to catch it, so let Arthur do it.

The two talked for a while, until Arthur finished the half bottle of whiskey.

Arthur returned to his room a little shaky.

Looking at the back of Arthur leaving, John felt a little pitiful. Arthur's feeling was right, Dach couldn't come back to get the money, he just wanted to continue to lead this group of people as his little king.

Continue to run in this wild west that has been almost eliminated by civilized society.