Red Dead Redemption Dawn

John felt a little irritable after drinking a few glasses of wine, so he walked out of the bar and planned to visit the town.

Looking at this rural town John did not know how far he had walked, the sky gradually became dark.

"Hey, anyone help!" John heard a cry for help when he walked to the side of a room.

kindness? John walked towards the voice.

I saw that there was a window on the side of the house near the ground, and a child aged 16 or 17 was trying hard to stand on tiptoe and call for help toward the window.

"Hey, hey! Sir, please help me." The boy shouted excitedly and desperately when he saw John outside the window.

"Who are you? Why are you here? Where are your parents? What have you done?" John looked at the boy and asked a lot of questions.

"I don't know who my parents are. I have been at my uncle's house since I was a child. I came to this store five days ago to buy myself a weapon I like as a birthday present." The boy told his experience .

"Then the boss took out a glass of water for me to drink from the house. I was very thirsty, so I drank it." The boy recalled in a trance.

"I'll be here after I wake up. I don't know the owner of this shop at all. Sir, please help me." The boy kept saying.

John's eyesight is extraordinary, even if the basement is dark, he can see a lot of things clearly.

The boy was wearing shackles on his feet, wearing a very tight sailor's clothes, and the room was decorated quite childishly. There are many toys

If it's not the child in front of me that has a problem, then the owner of the store has a problem.

"How can I believe that you weren't locked up here because you were naughty." John took out a cigarette in a hurry, lit it, and started smoking.

"I really don't know him, his son is long dead, sir, as long as you go and find out. For the past five days, he has been saying that I look exactly like his son, and he also said that he will not let me leave again. He's gone, I really don't know him." The boy anxiously explained what he had heard from the boss these days.

Look at the boy's pleading tone and hopeful eyes.

John smoked a cigarette and said softly, "You stay quiet first, I'll find a way." He forgot whether there was such a thing in Rhodes Town in the game.

But the boy's signs were that he wasn't lying.

John threw away the cigarette **** and stomped it out under his feet, then smoked the front door of the house and walked away.

This is a gun shop. It's not too late, so the boss didn't close the door.

John pushed the door in.

"Oh, what do you want, guest? Smith & Wesson 1855? Or Mauser c96?" The boss is a half-bald guy with a beard. Aged about forty years old.

"Those are all good weapons, but I already have the m3 Schofield, and I'm not going to replace it until a better one comes along." John said after taking a look on the shelf.

"Schofield? A very deadly weapon. So what do you need now, guest?" The boss also looked normal.

"Is that your son?" John pointed to the twelve or thirteen-year-old child in the photo frame behind the boss.

"Yes, he is my son, a very smart guy." The boss looked at the photo behind him with tenderness.

"It does look smart. This smart boy came to you in that year?" John nodded, praised and continued to ask.

"In 1887, he was a gift from God." The boss said when he saw John's praise.

"Haha, um. Very good. Not bad age." John approached the boss with an unabated smile.

John asked after the two were only about fifty centimeters apart.

"So, who is that kid in the basement?"

As soon as the boss heard the words "basement", his expression changed instantly, and he immediately stretched his right hand to the revolver around his waist.

But John moved faster. John took a step back and grabbed his right hand, twisted his left hand behind him and pressed his left hand on the back of his neck, and pressed the gun shop owner on the cashier counter.

"What do you want sir? Huh?" John said in his ear after controlling him.

"Do you know that it is illegal to buy and sell slaves?"

"I don't, he's my son." The boss tried to struggle, but as soon as he moved, John twisted his right hand up.

John directly collected his gun and pushed him out of the gun stand.

"Open the basement door and let the child out." John instructed.

The boss looked at John's expressionless face and nodded reluctantly.

Then the two went to the basement.

John saw the half-year-old boy crying for help outside.

At the age of 16 or 17, she looked pretty good, but she was wearing a tight sailor suit and there were a lot of toys around.

"Oh, thank God, someone finally came to save me." The boy was very excited when he saw John.

"Go and open the chain."

"I'm sorry." The boss said to the child and took out the key.

"You pervert, I don't need your apology, you should go to hell." With John's support, the child yelled at the boss at this time.

"I don't want to do this, but I miss him so much. You are very similar to him. Every day I see you, I feel that little Cook hasn't left me. I'm sorry." The boss cried and cried.

"I don't need your apology, disgusting guy." The boy ran to John's side immediately after being freed.

"Do you want me to take him to the police station?" John asked the boy.

"Ah, this, what will he get by sending him to the police station?" The boy hesitated and asked.

"I don't know, it depends on the mood of the local sheriff."

"That's fine. He didn't do anything to me, and he would satisfy my food request every day." The boy looked at the crying boss, hesitated and said.

"As you like." John looked around and found a box in the corner, so John opened it directly.

Inside is a Winchester m1866, which is a high-speed burst weapon with fourteen rounds of ammunition capacity and very high accuracy, suitable for large-scale gun battles.

And this is an improved weapon that looks very good.

John took two glances and put it away rudely.

"He doesn't care about it, and I won't do anything more. You can do it yourself." John walked out of the basement after saying that.

After arriving at the store, John looked at the firearms at the counter and said to the boy, "Didn't you say you want to choose a weapon for your birthday?"

"Can you?" The boy had already found two looser clothes in the room to put on. Not a good fit, but at least better than a tight sailor suit.

"Of course, I don't think he would mind," John said.

Then John took the Mauser pistol from the rack and threw it to the boy.

"This one has low recoil and good power. It's very suitable for a child like you. Will you shoot?" John asked.

"Of course, I often use my uncle's pistol." The boy happily took the pistol and kept stroking it. John took a holster and a few boxes of bullets from the shelf for him.

"Here, let's go out first." John motioned for him to go through the back door.

When the two came to the back of the house, the boy said excitedly.

"Thank you sir, can you tell me your name?"

"John. How about you?"

"My name is Evans. I live on a small ranch on the Southfield Plain, north of Rhodes Town. If you have time, Mr. John, I will treat you well."

"Are you going home now?" John asked, looking into the dark night.

"Well, I miss my room so much, I have to go back right away. Thank you, Mr. John, I'm very familiar with this road and it will be fine." Evans patted his chest and said.

"Well, you just need to be careful." John waved his hand.

Watching Evans leave here in the dark.

John turned his head and glanced at the store not far behind, where the lights were out.

After nothing happened, John went straight back to the bar, where the party just started.

Many prostitutes and alcoholic workers gathered together to laugh loudly and drink heavily.

John passed these people and came to the more secluded room on the second floor.

After entering, John asked the clerk for two buckets of hot water, took a shower, and then lay on the bed.

Neither family would mind helping John. Although the Gray family seemed to want John to trouble the Braithwaite family, they did issue a corresponding announcement for John, and Braithwaite did not refuse to help. With the help of the two big families, it stands to reason that there will be an answer to this matter at most tomorrow.

John thought on the bed, there shouldn't be any surprises.

The next morning after seven o'clock, John was called by the clerk in the bar.

"Mr. Inspector, someone is looking for you outside." The clerk knocked on the door and said.

"Well, tell him to wait a moment." He didn't have time to clean up his own cleaning problem~www.NovelMTL.com~ After putting on his clothes, he picked up a bottle of wine, rinsed his mouth repeatedly, and then walked out.

The two guards dressed as people stood outside the hotel and did not enter.

"Are you looking for me?" John went out and asked the two of them.

"Mr. Inspector?" one of them asked.

John nodded.

"Yesterday we searched for your help according to your request. There is indeed such a person," the guard said.

"Where is he?"

"He didn't know why he went to the Lemoyne Marauder's camp by himself a few days ago. He was detained. For some reason they didn't let him go, and we didn't have the ability to let them let go." Speaking of.

"Then where are their positions?" John asked after looking at the two of them for a while.

"Mrs. Catherine said that we can take you somewhere, and you can talk about it, but Mrs. Catherine doesn't want you to have a conflict." The guard continued.

"No, I just wanted to find him, but he came back. As I said, I don't want to trouble anyone." John nodded. Indicate know.

"Mr. Inspector, we are waiting for you here. You can take care of it first." The guard said, looking at John's messy clothes.

"Thank you, I'll be back soon." John returned to the bar after hearing this, then found a pen and paper, wrote a letter to the two of them, and instructed the bar staff to hand it over to them if they came, and then Start cleaning yourself with a towel.

After finishing all this, John walked out again.

The two guards had already mounted their horses and came to find an extra one.

"Mr. John, let's go." The guard said, looking at the sorted John.

John got on his horse and followed the two towards the swampy woods in Rhodes Town.