Red Dead Redemption Dawn

Valentine's station, one of the members of the hunting team watched Arthur Morgan go away.

He didn't choose to chase after him, the stalking that had already been discovered was meaningless.

But he roughly guessed the position of the group of guys, and the direction he mounted his horse was the approximate location of their camp.

People who travel far will look in the direction of home at first glance when they get off the car.

The hunters took out their pocket watches and checked the time. At nine o'clock in the evening, it was just right to report back.

With that in mind, he took off the cigarette **** at the corner of his mouth, threw it under his feet and stomped it out.

Immediately after, we walked towards the largest hotel in Valentine.

Arthur rode in the opposite direction of the camp for nearly an hour, keeping an eye on the movement behind him.

Arthur thought this guy might be a bounty hunter, and he probably should have killed him just now.

Arthur stopped the horse, and he confirmed that the guy was not following, and there might be a tar plant further ahead.

So he turned on this side, heading towards the Shuangdisc Mountain trail in the central area, and then back to the camp from the flat neck station. It's a huge circle.

By the time he returned to the camp, it was almost early morning, but the camp was still lively.

Everyone was drinking and chatting happily.

No one else showed much to Arthur's return. It was normal for Arthur to go home, but it was abnormal if he didn't come back.

Not many people asked Arthur what he did in the past two days. Everyone has their own business, except the pastor and uncle.

Arthur came to the bonfire and sat beside Charles, and took a bottle of whiskey from Charles.

Arthur took a sip, and then said to Charles, "This wine is good, did Dutch collect it?"

Charles glanced at Arthur. "This is in your tent. Sean said you let him. Celebrate his return to camp."

"Wardfa?!!" Arthur picked up the bottle and looked at the label, it was indeed the case of wine that John bought him.

"Where's that bastard?" Arthur looked furious.

"It should be over there." Charles pointed to another bonfire far away from the camp.

Sean was bragging with the women in the camp, making them laugh.

Seemingly aware of Arthur's gaze, Sean immediately waved at Arthur happily, and then Sean said something to several women. He got up and walked towards Arthur.

"Hey~ my dear boss, Brother Arthur, I miss you these days. Get up, you bastard, hurry up!" Sean said loudly in front of Arthur.

"What the **** do you want to do?" Arthur asked in a bad tone.

"Oh hoo~" Sean gave Arthur a big hug directly. "My brother, I love you. Haha~"

After hugging, Sean sat down.

"I love each of you guys. Haha."

"Huh~" Several big men around immediately booed.

"Did you **** take wine from my tent?" Arthur asked Sean.

"Hey~ my brother, don't do this, I'll make up for it. This is just a case of wine, and I'll give you a carriage in the future. Trust me." Sean said shamelessly.

"I might as well trust Micah to believe in you bastard." Arthur said contemptuously.

"Hey ~ Arthur, I asked him to take it." This is Dutch who counted this on himself with a smile on his face.

"Sean should really celebrate when he comes back, right?" Dutch patted Arthur on the shoulder and said.

Arthur nodded after seeing this, "Of course~" and then he said to Sean, who was smiling, "This time it's a celebration of your return, but next time, don't take things from my tent at will, okay. "

"Of course, he won't in the future." Dutch smiled and picked up the whisky in Sean's hand, and patted Arthur and Sean on the shoulders. "We are all brothers, have a good time tonight."

After he finished speaking, he took the wine bottle and walked towards his tent.

The surrounding people all nodded in agreement with a smile.

Arthur watched Dutch as he left and hesitated to tell him about the strange man tonight.

But on second thought, maybe it was just me being over-hearted.

At that time, I was the only one who got off at Valentine, and it seemed normal for others to take a second glance.

As for why the other party was still at the station so late, Arthur felt that he might be waiting for someone.

And inside the last hotel in Valentine.

Milton is listening to the report of the hunter squad.

After listening, Milton asked, "Are you sure it's him?"

The hunting team nodded, "It's very similar, whether it's body shape or appearance, it's basically the same. And~"

Milton asked, "And what?"

"His intuition is very strong ~ I stared at him for a while, and he found me. So I didn't follow him when he left."

"Well~ that's fine, so where do you think their camp is heading?" Milton asked again.

"The south ~ the central area of ​​New Hanover is definitely within this general direction, I am sure." The team member said.

"Let them come back to the central part of the search tomorrow, and focus on safety. If you find them, don't approach or contact them, just confirm their location." Milton instructed several people.

"Okay." The team member nodded, then left the room to discuss tomorrow's search point with the team member.

Looking at the players who left, Ross asked in the room, "Are we going to transfer people over?"

"No~ we're not trying to encircle them." Milton shook his head when he heard his deputy's suggestion.

"What we have to do is to disintegrate this gang." Milton said to Ross after finishing speaking, "Go and give me the information on this Mr. Arthur Morgan, I want to know more about this Mr. Morgan."

"Okay." Ross nodded.

Milton picked up the cigar in the ashtray, took a sip, exhaled a puff of smoke in enjoyment, and then took a sip of whiskey from the glass on the table.

Edwin Manor, Blackwater Town. After staying in the manor for four or five hours, the upper class people began to leave the venue one after another.

Although it was less than a fifteen-minute drive from Blackwater, Steve had the guards **** nearly two-thirds of the way.

No surprises left.

John and the others also left the venue one after another. When they landed in the carriage, John, Kane, and Lambert sat in a four-person carriage.

The three ladies sat in the back car.

Because Kane made it clear that he had something to talk to John about.

"I saw you and those guys chatting happily just now. Who are they?" The three lit cigarettes at the same time. John was smoking cigarettes, and Lambert and Kane were smoking cigars.

"Mr. Chris, the Minister of Planning, and the Deputy Director of the Wharf Authority, Mr. Daniel. Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Finance, Mr. Oswald. Fake is a **** high-ranking political official in Blackwater Town." Kane laughed said.

"Did you make a good impression?" John asked with a smile.

"It's okay, Mr. Chris has a good impression of me after knowing my identity. It may be because Mr. Edwin recently threw forty or fifty thousand dollars to their department to squander."

"And Mr. Daniel of the Wharf Administration seems to be a little dissatisfied with his old superior. But I guess it's just uneven distribution. We know what these people say."

"And Mr. Oswed from the Treasury Department was not very good at speaking, and also vaguely said that Mr. Edwin should not have thrown the money directly to the Urban Planning Bureau. It should have been approved and allocated by their Treasury Department, and ultimately it was because there was no share. To Mr. Edwin's huge sum of money, hehehe, a bunch of dirty and greedy politicians." These guys don't have a good thing in Kane's mouth.

"And I chatted with Mr. Daniel. He asked me to go to the opera house in two days to see a performance, and I agreed." Kane said with a smile.

"From what you mean, it seems that there is some room for manipulation." John said after listening to Kane's introduction and taking two sips of tar.

"Of course, remember Mr. Murray, the former director?" Kane nodded and asked.

"Of course what happened?" Murray finally left Blackwater as if he was going to Washington to retire, but he didn't go to see him.

"One of his previous main businesses was smuggling precious furs. Although the profit here is not as huge as bootleg wine, the profit margin is just as good."

"But after Morrie was out, most of the business was swallowed up, but no one took over this project for the time being, because the initial investment was too large, and it was necessary to hire a group of gunmen with sufficient combat power, as well as bribe the terminal authority and others. In the end, the tax bureau has to deal with the sheriff at the dock." Kane said cheerfully~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This is why Daniel asked you out? ' John asked.

"Probably so, maybe he wants to use the power of Senator Edwin to move his old boss. In short, he intends to sell this business, and he seems to be very sure that we can eat this cake." Kay En said at the end with a self-deprecating smile and said, "It seems that everyone agrees that we and Mr. Edwin are in the same group."

"Then where do they come from?" Kane's intention was obvious, he wanted John to take the business. As for the topic of being with Senator Edwin, he felt no need to deny it.

He is not short of gunmen. There are more than 60 gunmen in the Thieves' Collar and the Detective Agency. With Zheng Guotian and the Chinese under Zhao An, he can gather more than 80 gunmen, and it is not a big problem to extract some of them.

And he himself is the sheriff of the dock area. Although he has not been in charge of it, he is according to the police station and government information.

"We didn't talk about it in detail, and we won't know the specific situation until two days later," Kane said.

"That's great, Lambert, how many people can you spare?" John turned to Lambert and asked.

"Recently, there are not as many small cases that the police station has thrown to the detective agency. The twenty or thirty bounty hunters under Chief Baylor have adapted to the change in their identities. Fifteen are no problem and will not affect the operation of the detective agency." Lan Burt nodded.

"How much can we take out next month?" John asked.

"I don't know, but Kenny can know." Kane shook his head. There were too many properties and he couldn't estimate them all. Just let the accountant in the castle, Kenny, get a report.

"Okay, let Kenny make a report tomorrow to see how much money we can draw apart from paying the bank interest." John said, throwing the cigarette **** out the window.

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