Red Dead Redemption Dawn

"Milton?" Arthur repeated warily.

"The slave belongs to Detective Milton of the Pinkerton Detective Agency in Blackwater Town, and is loyal to the federal government of the United States." Milton explained in detail where he came from.

"We know a lot about you."

"Yes?"

"Yes, you are a wanted criminal, Mr. Morgan. Your reward alone is as high as five thousand dollars." Milton said to Arthur standing three meters away.

"Five thousand dollars? Me? Can I surrender? I can give you part of the reward." Arthur said with disdain.

"No, it's not you that we want. In fact, I read a lot of your information, and you are more like a person who was bewitched by Dutch. Of course, he did teach you a favor, which is undeniable. But I still give One suggestion, hand over Dutch van der Linde."

"Old Dutch?" Arthur chuckled and shook his head. "I haven't seen him in months."

"Really?" Milton took off his hat. "When I came here, I heard that someone robbed a train. According to the description of the survivors, the guy who took the lead was almost identical to Dutch."

"And that private train belongs to Leviticus Cornwall, near the Granite Trail in Ambarino State. Did you participate in that robbery?"

"My God~ This one, Mr. Milton, isn't this a bit~ old-fashioned? In this day and age, to rob trains? My God, hehe~" Arthur said a little bit in tears.

"Obviously not for a lot of people." Milton shook his head, then he walked up to Arthur with his hands up. "Listen, Mr. Morgan, I have a suggestion, bring Dutch van der Linde to me, I promise you not to be hanged on the gallows."

"Mr. Milton, I would never have been hanged. I have never done anything bad. You said that offering a reward is nonsense. Of course, I have not promised to cooperate with your rules of the game."

"It's better to save this kind of statement, I have heard your companions say it." Milton said and paused, "Who is it? Ah~ I heard it from Mika Callander's mouth."

"Micah Callander?" Arthur was a little excited when he heard the name of his former partner.

"Yes, I've heard similar words from him. Unfortunately, he had been shot at least eight times by the time I found him. He's a tough guy, and that's a pretty lucky way to die. , a slow and painful death. You don't need to be cast aside and watched by thousands of people." Milton said calmly.

"You think it's funny? You like being the lackey of the government and the rich? Don't you?" Arthur sneered, suppressing his anger.

"I like this society, including its flaws. And you are just a bunch of thugs who advocate savagery and violence, and you who advocate savagery will eventually die in savage ways. All of you." Milton pointed. Arthur's face said.

"We're all going to die, Detective." Arthur retorted, saying that no one can escape the fate.

"Yes, but some people will die sooner and will die worthless." Milton withdrew his hand to point at Arthur. "My advice is still valid, Mr. Morgan, goodbye."

After speaking, Milton turned around and tried his best.

"Enjoy today's fishing fun, kid." Ross, the deputy next to him, said with a smile to Jack who was behind Arthur's thigh.

Arthur looked at the backs of the four riding away, his eyes uncertain.

"Uncle Arthur, who are they?" Jack asked as he pulled Arthur's trousers.

Arthur turned and squatted down and touched Jack's head, pinched his little face, and explained to him with a smile, "It's not who they are, they're just nobody."

"Uncle Micah he~ he died?" Jack asked nervously.

"Let's pack up and go home, we'll be here today." Arthur didn't answer but smiled and asked Jack to pack up.

"Yeah." Jack nodded.

After packing up, Arthur hurried back to the camp.

Abigail came over when the two came back, and asked happily, "Hey, how are you two guys doing?"

"Very good, we caught a fish, and I made you a necklace, Mom." Jack took the necklace out and handed it to Abigail.

"Oh~ so beautiful, you are such a great guy." Abigail squatted down and kissed Jack intimately.

"Have you thanked your Uncle Arthur?"

"No, we had a good time." Arthur walked over and gave you the hook back to Jack.

"What happened?" Abigail asked, looking at Arthur's face.

"It's nothing, I met a few disappointing guys, I need to talk to Dutch." Arthur shook his head and refused to elaborate.

"Okay, Jack, let's go eat." Abigail turned and took Jack towards the cafeteria.

"Hey~ you're a very nice boy." Arthur said to Jack with a smile.

And Jack seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness by the river, and happily followed his mother to eat.

And Arthur walked towards Dutch's tent with a solemn expression.

Walking into the tent, Arthur saw Dutch reading a book.

"We're in trouble, Dutch." Arthur said directly.

Dutch put away the book in his hand and asked, "What?"

"I met a few guys by the river, one was called Milton, the other was called, I forgot his name." Arthur recalled that he did forget the other's name.

"Ross?" Dutch said uncertainly.

"Yes, Milton and Ross."

"And then what?" Dutch asked.

"And then!? They're detectives from Pinkerton's Detective Agency, and they know about the train, they know we're here." Arthur said, walking back and forth anxiously.

"Did you follow them when you came back?" Dutch got up anxiously after hearing this, and looked around outside the camp.

"Of course not, but they know we're around here," Arthur said with certainty.

"They want you, Dutch, and they want me to hand you over for my freedom."

Dutch heard this sentence and stopped to look around. His eyes flickered a few times, and then he asked, "Then why don't you agree to them? This is a very good suggestion."

"What the **** are you kidding?!" Arthur asked angrily.

"What do we do now? Dutch, I think we should get out of here," Arthur asked.

After Dutch heard it, he walked back and forth outside the tent, thinking constantly.

Arthur watched Dutch walk for a while, then Dutch walked towards Arthur and said, "I don't think we need to do anything."

"What are you talking about?" Arthur asked in surprise.

"It wasn't long before we got better. We came out of the mountains and they were just trying to scare us into making irrational decisions. We have to stay absolutely calm," Dutch said.

"Dutch, I think we should leave here before their hands are assembled. We can send someone to Blackwater Town to get the money, and then find a boat to leave here immediately." Arthur obviously had a different opinion.

"Arthur! I said it's not the time yet, why don't they come to encircle us now? That's because they're not sure ~www.NovelMTL.com~ They get the money back. If I get the money back now, it's right Keep calm Arthur!" Dutch yelled at Arthur.

After scolding, Arthur showed a helpless expression, and then Dutch left a sentence and walked in the direction of Hosea.

"Don't be intimidated by them, Arthur."

Arthur stood there with an inexplicable expression.

He returned to his tent irritably, and then he remembered something, and then he took out his ex-girlfriend Mary's letter from under the pillow, and he glanced at the address on the letter.

Then he got on his horse again and walked in the direction of Valentine.

Dutch stared at his back.

He walked up to Susan and asked, "Susan, I saw Arthur was reading a letter just now. Do you know who wrote it to him?"

The letters in the camp are basically led by Susan, so Susan must know.

"Ah~ that's a letter that Mary wrote to him, and he's only reading it now? I guess he asked Arthur to help her with something, aren't you going to persuade him? Being played around by a widow? I really want to follow Zaiya Shoot that **** behind Se," Susan complained to Dutch.

"Susan, he has the right to pursue love, which is sacred." After hearing this, Dutch's concerns were relieved.

"Yeah, I know, just like you? Molly has been having a brain problem recently, everyone seems to be seducing you, and you're not going to care about that?" Susan said another thing.

"I have a lot of things going on recently, Susan." Talking about his young girlfriend, Dutch quickly walked away.

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