What kind of story does Red Dead Redemption 2 tell?

Opening, Colter.

In the snowy mountains, the gangs struggled to make their way forward, until nightfall, when they finally found a few simple wooden houses as a foothold. The people trembled, hungry and cold. The dim light of the fire reflected the sadness of Boss Ducky, who comforted everyone and did his best to boost morale. Then he told me to go out with him and look for my companions in the blizzard to find a way to keep them alive.

On the way, we met Maika, and under his leadership, we found the wooden house of the hostile O'Gang, grabbed enough supplies to deal with the current embarrassment, and rescued a poor woman whose husband had been killed by the O's Gang.

We'll live.

It's been two days, and Abigail's husband John hasn't come back yet, so she asked me to find it. Our military advisor, the old man Hosea, arranged for Javier to go with me.

"If it were the other way around, John would have gone to me. The skinny Mexican said.

On the edge of a cliff we found John, who had been bitten by a wolf, killed the wolves, and brought the unlucky man back to camp.

There was no food, and Pearson, the fat cook, asked me and old Black Charles to go and get some prey and come back. This guy is a mix of black and Indian, black and strong, and his painting style is a bit quaint, more like a Mongolian herder than an American gangster. He was injured in one hand and couldn't shoot an arrow, but only he had the ability to find prey in the snow and ice.

Charles taught me how to track and shoot arrows, and we shot two fawns and carried them back, and everyone had meat to eat. In addition, this is also the first time I have met my uncle, this guy is drinking and fishing in the kitchen, and he is a pure lazy ass. I threw him aside and told Charles to go back to recuperate and help the cook skin the deerskin.

For the next few months, everyone was tightly wrapped up and huddled by the fire, which was a difficult time.

Beat up the O'Gang again! Their boss, Colm, had a grudge against Ducky, so we took out one of their big camps under the pretext of stealing supplies, and tied up a tongue by the way. It's a pity that their boss ran away, hoping that the captives would tell us his whereabouts.

Dutsy looked happy.

In the process of scourging, we found a plan for the Austrian gang to rob the Cornish train, so since they are short of manpower now, we can help them with their work, and as for the money, of course, we will not need it.

The process of robbing the train was very smooth, and the Ao Gang could make a plan, a large amount of money was put into the warehouse, and I had let go of the remaining three people, but when I thought that Daqi had called my name in front of them just now, I chased after them and killed them.

It doesn't hurt to be cautious.

After a few more months, the weather warmed up and we found a new home.

Chapter 2, The Horseshoe Lookout.

I drove the broken wagon to my new home, and Hosea Sr. and Javier rode with me. Lao He gave me some ginseng as a fare, but Javier Mao didn't give it, considering that I accidentally hit and killed him on the rock wall halfway, this result is acceptable.

After settling down at the Horseshoe Lookout, Ducky asked us to go to the nearby town of Valentine to find some work, there was nothing left in the gang, money, food, supplies, everything, highlighting a poor word.

The so-called job hunting is naturally to steal and cheat. After the group made some money by petty theft and fairy jumping, Bill the fool got into a drunken mania at the Valentine Tavern, causing me to get into a fight with a group of people for some reason, and almost beat the tavern owner to death.

I'm so angry that I'll take the time to replace Bill's strong horse with a donkey.

He was also recognized, and I wanted to report to the police, but it didn't matter, I found a place where no one was there and killed him, and threw his body under the cliff.

The camp I just found, it's okay for you to denounce it.

I also met a disabled veteran in the town and asked me to hug him. I had just had a fight with the tavern owner on the dirt floor, covered in mud, blood, horse manure and other messes, and I was touched by the fact that he didn't dislike me. After hugging, he was also very moved when he looked at Xiang on his body. I was a little reluctant to go and wanted to invite him for a drink, but there was no option, so I had to say hello to him a few more times.

When Hosea got back, he came to me hunting, and the old man fell in love with a big bear. Halfway we ate a whole roast rabbit, then the bear ate a part of me and ran away. Lao He and I were speechless, he gave me a map of the distribution of legendary animals, and the two of us went back to the camp in a huff.

After that, it was a quiet life in the West, riding horses and running around, occasionally sending some prey and some meat to the cook Pearson, and donating some jewels, rings, and belt buckles to the gang. The Ao Gang seems to have regained some strength, and even sent people to intercept me halfway, making me pay the price of a few cans with a few lives. Strauss asked me to help him collect his debts, and when I heard that there was a share of the cans, I decided to share the gang's worries.

The captive Kieran finally confesses under the threat of the Bill Tiger Demolition Pines and becomes the leader of the party. The small base of the Austrian gang was served again. Kieran saved my life, and I was touched. I was glad that a large number of cans were scavenged.

Mary's brother ran away from home and became a shoemaker, and Mary asked me to get him back. After catching up with the little guy, he wanted to kill himself with a gun, but I shot him first, and the mission failed on the spot. Later, he reacted that he should have knocked out his gun, which brought him back smoothly.

Later, we rescued the captured little brother Sean, who has a very interesting accent. That night, the camp held a bonfire to celebrate his escape. Everyone sang and danced, ate and drank, celebrated the living, and prayed for the dead.

Maika was caught making trouble in Strawberry Town, and I went with little black man Lenny to rescue him. As soon as we arrived in town, we both got very drunk, and when we woke up the next day, Lenny didn't know where to go. I had to save Maika alone. I didn't expect this guy to fight with the whole town as soon as he got out of prison. People died everywhere, I lost a lot of cans, cigarettes and alcohol did not count.

Later, give him the donkey, and let Bill ride the mule.

Out of Strawberry Town, Maika thanked me and gave me a holster, and now I can dual-wield a pistol. Maybe he's not that jerky and might consider letting him ride a mule and Bill ride a donkey.

Maika said that he was embarrassed to go back, and I said that it was normal for us to be arrested in this business, and there was no shame. He said he had a big plan and needed my help, and I said no. He said he would give me the money, and I said yes. Then the two of us hijacked the post wagon guarded by twenty people, and then it was hijacked by two hundred Austrian gangsters, and the carriage was gone, but the money was in hand, and it was indeed a lot. The viable force of the Austrian gang has been dealt another heavy blow.

Back at the camp, Abigail asked me to take her son Little Jack out fishing, but we were found by Detective Pinkerton, who led Detective Milton to bring the death of the former gang member Brother Mike, saying that Jiao Daqi would not kill, I let him climb, and he was afraid that I would directly take out a gun and kill him, so he left behind the cruel words and left.

We hijacked another train, this time it was the plan of the young man Sean, the stunned young man was not as well-planned as the big brother of the Ao Gang, and we were chased and intercepted by a large number of police detectives, and we were almost wiped out. For the sake of dividing a lot, I didn't say anything.

John had his eye on a batch of sheep and wanted to loot them and sell them on the farm. My evaluation is that the wolf bites stupidly, isn't it good for you to wait for the shepherd to sell out and just rob the shepherd to get the money? In order to make this work not sound so stupid, I killed a sheep halfway and planned to take it back to roast.

It doesn't matter if you have money or not, the main thing is that you want to eat mutton, and if you can't eat the rest of the sheep, you can sell it easily.

Doesn't that sound a lot more reasonable?

After selling the sheep and returning to Valentine and Ducky to drink to celebrate, John was arrested when he went out, pure injustice. Bonj, a big man who had been hijacked the train, came to find fault, but it has to be said that it was not a good idea to threaten two dual-wielding sharpshooters in person. The last time Milton was lucky to escape, this time Cornwall's men poured eight lifetimes of blood mold, and instantly lay on the ground, and Mr. Cornwall himself held his head and ran away. We escorted the wounded Strauss out of Valentine.

Detective Pinkerton was brought in, and Cornwall was beaten again, and now our location is well known, and the place of Horseshoe Lookout can't be mixed up, sad.

We're going to have to move, and Ducky says it's a good place in Luberry Creek and asks old Black Charles to go with me to find a way.

Chapter 3, Cape Clémont

Charles and I went to Luberry Creek, rescued a German family who had been kidnapped, and by the way, took out the local gangs and cleared a camp.

Everybody's settled in Dewberry Creek, and I don't have to drive the carriage this time, thank goodness. Sadie, the woman rescued in the snowy mountains, has grown from a crying girl to a capable crazy cowboy, reliable and gratifying in combat. I took her out to buy a wave, and by the way, I took out the local gang that was blocking the road. Kiran was also freed from captivity and became the camp boy of Bi Ma Wen, a very capable young man who raised his horses beautifully.

Charles and I went out to hunt bison, but we found two guys killing bison indiscriminately and framing Indians, and Charles, who was half Indian, was so angry that he shot one on the spot, and I had never seen him so angry. In order to discourage my brother, I tied up the remaining one and threw it to the side of the herd, driving the bison and trampling the guy to death.

Ducky took me and old Hosea out to find out the news, and on the way they met Ducky's former friend Trelawney, a clever ghost. The guy was captured by Sheriff Gray in Rhodes and locked up in a prison car. As a result, the other prisoners escaped, and Ducky asked me to help the sheriff get the others back, replacing them with Trelawney, and Ducky himself mixed up with a sheriff's badge.

Ducky was very happy, and the three of us rowed out in a small boat to fish until the sun went down, and we sang and returned to the camp.

Now that I think about it, it was probably the happiest time we had.

Auxiliary police officer Daqi was complacent, and after discovering the feud between the two families of Gray and Braithwaite in Rhodes Town, he decided to take advantage of the contradictions between the two families to secretly stir up trouble, drive the tiger and devour the wolf, and finally rob the gold of the two families at the same time. My evaluation is pure trouble, you and the prisoner arrested by Sheriff Gray are friends, people must know that we are not good birds, not to mention that even the most excluded young master of the Gray family can see through at a glance that I am a gunman or a bandit, I can't say who is taking advantage of whom.

Sure enough, after that, Sheriff Gray asked us to raid the Braithwaite family's bootlegging business, and the kidnapping and bombing of the house and the shootout ended in one go, offending the Braithwaite family. Fortunately, Ducky was not stupid enough to get home, and he drove away the assistant sheriff and took the confiscated moonshine for himself. On the way back, Ducky asked me to race with him, and I looked at his kind old face and deliberately fell a few steps behind.

I don't care about that, let's keep the old stuff happy.

Later, I found out that we were unfamiliar with our lives, there were no channels, and the stolen moonshine could not be sold at all, so I died of laughter.

But that's for later, Uncle got his eye on a carriage, yes, Uncle, at last decided to let the wholesome breeze outside the camp blow his lazy ass, and made a plan to rob the stagecoach. The ensuing actions proved that the old man was less reliable than the young man, and we almost robbed an army, hid it for a whole day, and were found and beaten in a stable. If it weren't for the darkness of the night and our outstanding marksmanship, we would have turned into roast pigs.

Although the process was tortuous, the uncle got up to work was still very positive, and afterwards, everyone also got a lot of money.

Karen also stood up, unlike the previous fairy jump, this time the big girl decided to lead the team to rob the Valentine Bank. Anyway, we can't go back to Valentine now, so why don't we do the last big one? Thank you very much to Karen, Bill, and Lenny, this order is simply making a lot of money, and the four people who participated in the action are directly wealthy, and they don't have to worry about those few B cans anymore. The operation also donated a large sum of money to the gang, and Ducky even held a rally to recognize the noble deeds of the four of us.

After this operation, I saw that Karen would say hello as a sign of respect.

As I've said before, Hosea plans to sell moonshine to the Braithwaites at half price. That's right, we robbed them of their wine and sold it to them. I don't know how Lao He came up with such an idea, but I think I can check it out, because after I got rich, I changed to a few super powerful new guns, and now the firepower is enough to deal with the Bu family's table-lifting.

Old lady Bu is not very friendly, but as I said before, this old thing can see at a glance that we are not good people, and decides to use us to give the feuding Gray family some eye medicine. Under the instruction of Mrs. Bu, Lao He and I transported the moonshine to Gray's bar and served it to the guests for free, so that everyone drank all day, and then the local gang called by someone entered the bar and started shooting wildly, and Gray's bar was naturally destroyed. My new gun lived up to expectations, and he laughed, and we broke through the encirclement in the carriage and returned to the camp.

John had heard from old Mr. Gray that the Braithwaites had a collection of horses that were very, very, very valuable. So he planned to grab it and sell it. I thought to myself that you can't get along with the livestock, right? Last time, the sheep money was confiscated, and you came to study the horses again? In addition, Gray said that the Bu family has good things, isn't this a clear arch fire to cause chaos for the Bu family?

Sure enough, the last group of masked men in their iconic clothes rushed out of the Bu family's mansion in broad daylight, wearing their iconic clothes, and shooting at the Bu family guards who rushed in.

The last three horses sold for seven hundred dollars, which cannot be said to be less, but nowhere near the price John had heard. But I kept the Turkmen horse to myself, so I didn't lose anything in general.

Then Maika said that he wanted to make peace with the Obang, and I said that after we made peace, whose wool would we get in the future? Maika said that we had enough enemies, and I said that there were already so many anyway, and this gang was not bad. In the end, Ducky and Maika forced me to sweep the formation, and then the two of them negotiated peace, and the sixth brother who was ambushed by the Ao Gang here grabbed me and beat me up.

Only... I don't know what to say.

Colm laughed to death, and wanted to use me as bait to ambush Ducky, and my assessment is that you use my corpse as bait to have the same effect. He didn't listen to my advice, and the consequence was that the Austrian Gang would suffer another heavy blow. After I had eliminated all the enemies, I picked up a hat and put it on, searched for a lot of money from the chest, and rode back to the camp on my horse.

Although I was embarrassed at the time, with that hat there, I could proudly hold my head up in front of everyone.

Behold, behold, I did not flee back, but I returned victorious.

Half-asleep, half-awake, I saw a deer, a golden deer.

After recuperating from his injuries, the Bu family came on a mission again, and this time it was the turn of the Gray family to be unlucky, and it was to burn tobacco with moonshine, "you must hide your identity". I pinched my nose and got the job done with Brother Sean. That night, a large field of tobacco that Gray was about to harvest was burned to the ground.

We're like an elm mallet now, and the Gray family will beat us up, and the Gray family will pick up and hammer us again. We were offended by all kinds of superficial scams, and we felt that our identities were mysteriously hidden, and we dreamed of two families eating all.

It's ridiculous.

Finally, the Gray family was enraged. A randomly planned trap made us lose Sean, it turned out that we were not so strong, and if we were shot in the head, we would also die.

Is that really the case?

No, there is one exception. Thanks again Karen, that one vote was enough for me to buy a thousand cans.

As foolish as we are, the Greys are equally fools, and they're stupidly pissing off guys they can't afford to mess with.

For the next period of time, corpses littered every inch of Gray's mansion, not even the horses.

Every time I fired a shot, it was as if someone was spitting at me. It doesn't matter, everyone praises me, can I get that weird-speaking little brother back?

I might be really crazy, but who cares, and then Sean's shattered face flashed before his eyes, and distractions were instantly shattered by a surging rage.

When I returned to camp with a bullet hole, I heard that the Braithwaite family had abducted little Jack.

Luo Zi has been making trouble for so long, it turns out that three stupid people are doing it.

It's okay, there's only one group left after today.

That night, Van der Linde helped the whole army to storm the Bu house, and the gunfire was so loud that the Bu family, who could only bully the Rhodes hillbillies, had no power to fight back, and were almost killed. Watching Mrs. Bu staggering back to the burning mansion, I just hated that I didn't have a chance to blow her into minced meat with my own hands.

Little Jack was sold to a man named Angelon Brontë, who was in St. Denis.

We'll go there and bring him back.

In addition, this time the gang is making a big fuss in Rhodes, and it will definitely attract the attention of all parties, and we can't stay in this place in Luberry Creek, so we have to move quickly.

I know that Shedibelle has a mansion that was once occupied by a local gang, and the address is secluded enough for us to stay, but it needs to be "cleaned up".

John and I will go first, you just pack your things and drive along. Once the camp is settled, we'll have to go to St. Denis.

Chapter IV, St. Denis

Ah, St. Denis!

After the Valentine bank ticket made money, I used to get on the train and get around. At that time, I had been here and stayed for a few days in a fancy tavern in this big city.

At that time, I was dressed in an animal skin coat, and my beard was unkempt, and I looked like a tm beaver standing up, and everyone was startled when I entered the door, and they all turned their heads to stare at me. Of course, I didn't have stage fright, I came up to drink a glass of whiskey first, and then calmly showed off three bowls of lobster soup and five beef ribs, and then went upstairs to take a bath and sleep in a dragon, and enjoyed it fiercely. Later, I went to the tailor's shop and bought a set of clothes from the city, got a haircut, shaved my beard, and got it down in a row, and I looked like a little human.

How happy I was at that time, I just had a lot of money, eating, drinking, and being carefree. Unlike now, I am on a mission, probably because I just killed a bunch of people, the murderous aura is too heavy, passers-by are not very kind to me, and people often secretly scold me behind my back.

In addition, it is not easy to find a child in such a big city, I hope that Angelon Brontë is a celebrity.

We split up to find out, and I naturally drove to the tavern. I asked the bartender directly, but this kid didn't dare to say it, and persuaded me not to ask. Luckily, a drunken man next to me gave me some news that the little deflated people in the alley might know how to contact Brontë.

I spent money to find two little deflated three to lead the way, and they actually stole my bag. I chased them all the way to their lair, and a couple of older kids with guns blocked me, but fortunately their leader was reasonable, not only returning the bag, but also telling me where Brontë was.

Of course, I'm not going to bother with them, kid. Looking at them like that, most of them are orphans or street children, and it is also pitiful.

In fact, this group of children was doing things for Brontë. From the information I've gathered, this Brontë is a bit of a mafia godfather.

After inquiring about the address, a few people met, and Ducky took John and I to Brontë's mansion. After some conversation, Brontë said that Ducky was a good person and could handle it. I think he just found a few fools who were very good at fighting, and he was going to take them as dogs, but Ducky clearly didn't think so.

Brontë asks us to help him deal with a gang of grave robbers and get the stolen goods back as a ransom for little Jack. In my opinion, it's a fair deal. John and I gave the grave robbers their own cemetery that night, with no effort at all.

Swapped back for little Jack, the camp had a night of party to celebrate the safe return of the little one. The atmosphere was very lively, and the singing carried the smoke into the distant night sky.

A few days later, Brontë invited us to an upper-class party. When Daqi heard this, his eyebrows, eyes, nose and mouth were all stopped, and his smile simply gushed out, even the eldest brother of Brontë was benevolent. He told us not to make trouble today and make friends, and then he took Bill with him, probably hoping that he could show off his troublemaking skills at Valentine's Tavern today.

In short, Ducky, like a gangster who tried to show himself to be a civilized person surrounded by a group of hooligans, went to meet Brontë and publicly refused Brontë's offer to kill the newspaper reporter, saying that we are good people and don't usually do this. This clearly angered Brontë, and the atmosphere became very tense for a while. I thought I was going to fight, but as soon as I wanted to yell and pounce on Brontë, he softened his face, sent off the passengers with a smile, said that you can go to the station if you want money, and did not forget to ridicule Ducky.

Daqi, who was damaged, was not in a good mood, so he asked everyone to go and investigate. In the end, in addition to the station that Brontë was talking about, Ducky also found out that there was a large sum of money on a cruise ship, I helped the mayor get rid of a drunkard, and I got a hook on the line, and stole a secret letter from Cornwall to the mayor, and he got the information of the Bank of St. Denis, and as for Bill, the pig didn't go crazy after putting on the suit, thank God, what information do you expect him to gather...

Trelawney designed the plan for the cruise. This is the second time I've worked with this slippery head. The last time I hijacked a carriage, this kid went up to fool people, and I took the opportunity to touch the cash box, and the cooperation was very pleasant. Later, the guy was tied up and tortured by the bounty hunters, and he didn't say the location of the camp. I went to save him, and now I see that this kid is recovering well.

Today's main job is to cooperate with Strauss in the casino on the cruise ship, help the rich man on the cruise ship quit gambling, and steal the cruise ship safe by the way. The plan could not keep up with the rapid change, and a small accident quickly turned the thief into a robbery, and after killing the entire cruise ship, everyone had to jump ship and swim back to shore. Fortunately, in the end we got the money, and I have to say, it was a lot of money.

Mary Linton, the old friend, is in trouble again. After her unruly brother became a shoemaker, her bastard dad also started to go insane, indulging in drinking, gambling, and health care all day long, and was in debt, successfully turning from an old drunk to a snow-eater, and now he has been captured by the Saint-Denis extremists and taken to a membership-based restaurant. Mary asked me to save his father, I honestly didn't want to save him, because Mary and I were separated by this old ghost, but when I saw Mary crying and begging, my heart softened, anyway, if you walk a few steps, let's help her.

I rode Mary to St. Denis, where she was being kept in the stables to feed the manure, and Mary went in and brought him out, and the old scoundrel cursed and scolded for not appreciating it. I can understand that it is quite devastating for my daughter to see her big scene. But I'm curious, why did the creditor let him out so easily?

Mary was aware of the problem, and the two of us snuck up and found out that the old man had sold the brooch that Mary's mother had left for Mary to a loan shark. Mary was furious on the spot, and rushed out to argue with the old man, and I decided to go and get the brooch back first.

Riding after the carriage, my horse was fast, and in a few moments he jumped on the carriage and drove the carriage into the swamp. The loan shark was pulled out of the car by me, this young man is also in a daze, the shotgun is on the head and dares to open his mouth for 100 dollars, I gently persuaded him to look at the crocodile waiting in the water next to him to eat and think again, he said that it is okay to get a 5% discount. I said that if you do this again, I will break you, and he said very stiffly that the minimum is twenty-five, and there is no need to negotiate, and he began to threaten me.

Oh, can your attitude be a little better!Then why should I pay?!Then you go to Pinkerton! You run again!!(Shoot)

I took the brooch back, Lao Deng had already been scolded and ran away, Mary saw that the brooch was lost, smiled, and wanted to go to the movie with me, I hid the still smoking gun behind me, saying yes.

Mary, this little girl, can't deal with it, I came to help her, and I have to pay for a few cents of tickets to the cinema, which is really down.

After seeing Mary off, I was dying of hunger, and hurried to the tavern for a meal, only to meet the mayor's assistant and an Indian father and son on the way. Someone dug up oil under the Indian settlements, so now they're going to be taken away. The Indian chieftain "Falling Rain" wanted to hire me to go to an oil refinery and steal the evidence that there was oil in their tribe's underground and destroy it. Unless you have a full picture of everyone involved in this matter, sooner or later the news will leak and then welcome the mold and ride the face, and steal a report without any use, you still think about moving, it just so happens that our gang is about to move, and there is a chance that you can be a neighbor or something. The two Indians did not cry when they saw the coffin, and said that if the matter was done, they would give me a large sum of money, and I thought to myself that if I have money and don't make xxx, what if I make this trip, I agreed.

Having eaten and drunk enough at the high-class tavern, I was going to go and take care of the Indians' business, but at first glance the address was almost untenable, and the place and St. Denis could not be said to be close to each other, and I had to run for two and a half days on horseback without sleep, and there was not a single train.

I must do it, if I don't do it, I won't have any money. I ran to find the Indian chief's son, the Flying Eagle, and asked him to lead the way. As a result, I was happy when I saw the place, and the oil refinery was actually a property owned by Ben Jia Cornwall.

It turned out to be an old friend. Just because he robbed him of a train, Cornwall hired Pinkerton detectives to chase after us. It was obviously the idea of the Ao Gang to rob that train, why don't you settle accounts with them and ask us? This person really can't be dealt with...

In the middle of the night, he sneaked into the factory with an oil truck, evaded the guards, reached the office, beat up their manager, and searched for the report. Then I jumped out of the window, but as soon as I landed, I was caught by five or six guns, and the flying eagle saw that the situation was not good, and an explosive arrow blew up the oil refining tower, and I took advantage of the chaos to escape.

Repelling the pursuers, the Eagle and I rendezvoused on the hillside, handing over the money and delivering the goods with the other. Originally, I planned to do so, but this little brother can be regarded as saving my life today, how can this account be calculated? Looking at the back of his departure, I secretly made a note in my heart.

In the future, this little brother is in trouble, and I will save his life.

After two and a half days of running back to the camp, Mary Beth came to me and asked me if I had seen where Winkiran had gone, and I was wondering when Mrs. Susan Grimshaw, the head of the gang, came in anger with a gun. She said the local gang, the Foreman Brothers, had captured little black girl Tilly. The situation was urgent, and Aunt Susan and I had to drive out immediately.

All the way to the gallop, the wheels of the carriage were about to shatter, and finally arrived at the hut of the Fu Gang. Mrs. Grimshaw rushed up and killed the guard with a few swords, and I was pulling out my gun, and I looked stupid on the sidelines. We arrived just in time, Tilly didn't make a big deal, it was just that she was beaten into panda eyes, considering that this little girl had killed people from the Foreman gang before, this damage was really not serious. Tilly says the boss of the Foreman gang is not at home and is hunting nearby.

Aunt Susan was furious, and dragged me to arrest their boss, and I said then you are going to leave Tilly here alone? Tilly waved the shotgun she had just confiscated, and said it was no problem.

The boss of the Foreman gang is of course called Foreman, and he is an old black, but he is not a mixed race like Charles, he is a little more black. At that time, this guy in Valentine came to harass Tilly and made me run away, and now he is kidnapping, and I think this guy should be sold to the plantation this time.

Soon, the hunters of the Fu Gang squad were disqualified and became prey. Eventually, I threw a lasso on Foreman, pulling him off the horse and tying him up. Aunt Susan snatched his horse and rode over Foreman's head. I looked confused, didn't you just say that you wanted to catch it alive, so that he could confess to Tilly in person, what is the situation? Aunt Susan was a little embarrassed, saying that we hadn't ridden a horse for a long time, and our hands were a little damp. Fortunately, Foreman's life was hard, and we tossed for a while to save him.

Tie up Foreman and let him go and confess to Tilly. Then Mrs. Grimshaw escorted Tilly back to the camp, and the old black fell into my hands. Seeing that his confession was quite sincere, I told him that I didn't want to kill you, but you don't want to mix with gangs in the future, go, follow me to myself... Oh no, come with me to St. Denis, there is a trader in that block, and ask him to arrange a job for you. Foreman said you're a good man, what kind of trader? I said it's just buying and selling, and I'll ask him to arrange for you to work on a plantation in the South. Lao Hei's face turned green when he heard this, and he resolutely didn't go, I said then you go to death, goodbye.

I can't rest my trust on the safety of the gang members that Foreman will keep his promise in the future.

If I could, I would have wiped out all the gang's enemies, but they were like rats in the gutter, killing one batch after another. Even a hard boulder will not be able to resist the erosion of the flowing water over the years, and will eventually crush and sink to the dark bottom.

I feel like I'm a little sentimental, we're not rocks, we're green giant trees. Ducky will be old, Hosea will be old, Uncle will be old, and maybe one day I will be old, but we still have young people, Sean, Lenny, Shadie, Kieran, even Little Jack... Ha... Sean... sad.

In the future, we will recruit the right new blood at the right time, the old people will die, but the Van der Linde gang will continue, and in the future it may become Van der Linde Farm, Van der Linde Ranch, Van der Linde Plantation, Van der Linde Wood Processing Factory, Van der Linde Oil Company or something...

Thinking of the scene of Daqi dressing like a dog and talking about business with Cornwall, I couldn't help but laugh at once, and the horse snorted and galloped into the orange sunset.

Back at the camp, I ate some stew and fell asleep. After moving to my current camp, I even had a room of my own, not a tent, but a real bedroom. Unfortunately, due to the many gang affairs, I didn't even sleep here.

The next morning, the sun was shining. I was neither thirsty nor hungry, and I had nothing to do, so I wandered around the camp with my cigarette butt in my mouth, and when I saw that Sadie was also sitting alone at the door, doing nothing, I was going to go up and have a conversation.

Since we arrived in Lodz, Sadie has left her role as a cook, and her painting style has changed to that of a cowboy, which is equivalent to moving from the logistics department to the combat department, and now she is also my direct subordinate. But to put it mildly, this girl's combat ability is really average, not that her marksmanship is not good (although it is really not too fine), but she is easy to get on as soon as she fights, and often rushes hard with a dozen guns on the opposite side, the main pig is sudden, the key is that her melee ability is average, and there is no harm in rushing to the face, if it weren't for my timely fire cover in the back, this girl doesn't know how many times she died.

If she could have become a little more composed, I wouldn't have been so tired, alas... If Sadie's temperament really can't be changed in the future, I still have to find a way to pass on Aunt Susan's knife skills to her, and after learning it, at least it can be better than her rushing up like she is now and then letting people knock her down with one punch.

Sadie teased me about Ducky and I "getting into high society", and I told her about Bill's stupidity at the banquet that he couldn't understand, and the two of them were having fun, and Ducky was coming, and he was going to make a trolleybus stop that Brontë had said, and he was going to pull me to make a plan. The two of us went up to the balcony on the second floor, and I said take your brother, think about the virtue of the day of the Bronte banquet, what is the probability that you think this tram stop is not a pit? What kind of thing did I say, what did you say, and turned his head along the line of sight...

What the hell is that?

Kieran's body was on a horse, his head had been cut off and held in his own stiff hands, his eyes had been gouged out, and the two bloody hollow eye sockets were staring straight at us, his expression was bitter and hideous, and the corpse was mutilated and scarred.

I've never hated my sharpshooter-level vision so much.

Step by step, the horse walked into the camp, screaming, and in the distance, numerous black figures moved through the trees.

The Ottomen captured Kieran and tortured him about the location of our camp.

It seems that they have learned the lesson from the last time I was arrested, and at least know that they should cut the grass and root it out after asking for information.

Ducky yelled loudly, telling everyone to find cover.

A bullet hit the wall next to me, then a second, a third...

The horse ran away in fright, and Kieran's mangled body fell backwards, slowly falling, falling, and finally touching the ground, where he lay still.

Time is getting slower and slower, slower and slower.

The rats grew bigger and bigger, and one day, they stole a dragon egg and bit it.

And now, the rats actually think that they can go to the dragon's lair and bite the adult dragons to death.

Behold, the carriage is full of rats in black as it rushes toward our mansion.

I grabbed my shotgun, climbed over the guardrail, and jumped down from the second floor.

Colm, Odrysco,

You, bring these crumbs here,

Is it coming, to you, to the funeral!

It was as if a roaring dragon had landed in the clearing, and its furious breath swept through everything in front of it. In the midst of this storm of destruction, the reinforced carriage was as fragile as a toy, and people, horses, and carts quickly disintegrated and shattered as they rushed forward, blood and flesh bursting out of the black cloth.

The muzzle of the guns lit up the jungle, and the hidden members of the O's gang fell like wheat harvesters, but this time they were outnumbered and fearless of death.

No matter how many rats there are, they are just mice.

It wasn't until Ducky shouted for me to go back that the shotgun stopped roaring for a moment, and the body dressed in black almost formed a low semicircular wall in front of the gate.

There is also an enemy on the other side, and they need support.

The dragon leaned down, shielded the remaining eggs with its wings, and turned its head to look at the rats that were trying to harass them from the side.

The storm of destruction swept up again, engulfing everything that did not belong here.

When the dust settled, I stood there silently and watched as Kieran's body was carried away by Pastor Swanson and Charles for burial.

Marybeth had asked me, and on the way to save Tilly, Mrs. Grimshaw had said that Kieran was gone, but I didn't take it seriously.

If I hadn't gone to bed last night, but had gone out to find him, would there be a chance that I would have been able to bring him back alive?

He saved my life, but I couldn't.

I wanted to see this young man off for the last time, but now I have more urgent things to do.

Ducky insisted on grabbing the trolleybus stop, and had already set off on horseback with Lenny, and I had to follow.

Enough people have died, and I can't let them happen anymore.

Ducky stared at the station, and I hurried to finally block them in the small alley near the station. Ducky's eyebrows fluttered, and he said that he had found a boat big enough to transport all of us to a small island in the South Pacific called Tahiti, and that as soon as we got the money and paid the fare, we could immediately board the boat and go there to be mango plantation owners.

I'm speechless, you expect to find a box of gold bars from the broken station over there that I robbed three times and couldn't make up 50 yuan together? Brontë is clearly digging a pit to trick fools and playing with fools, so you just jump into the pit, right? If you are really short of money, let's rob the Valentine Bank again! As a result, I was bitterly declaring the stakes here, and Ducky took out his two guns and rushed out of the alley and went straight to the station across the road, and the little black man Lenny was immersed in the fantasy of turning over as a plantation owner, and his blood was boiling, and he rushed out after Ducky, and I was so angry that I jumped to my feet and cursed in anger, and roared to send Molotov cocktails one by one, and send all these fools to the sky!

The three of them entered the station and searched for a while, and sure enough, there was none, and then St. Denis appeared at the speed of light. It was only then that Ducky reacted, exclaiming that you were right! I wanted to stuff the station safe in his ass, but I didn't answer, and rushed out. The three of them jumped onto a passing trolleybus, Ducky drove, and Lenny and I fired. Brontë is so dark that almost all the police in the city have called him. After running for a while, Ducky suddenly shouted that there was a carriage in front of him, I thought to myself that you are responsible for driving, there is a carriage in front of you, you quickly avoid it, shouting chicken feathers, and then turned his head to see Ducky holding a half-lever in a daze.

Thanks to my parents for giving me a healthy heart, otherwise I would have felt like I would have died of anger here.

Then the world swirled.

The high-speed tram crashed into the carriage and flew off, flopping on its side and falling to the ground.

Struggling to climb out of the car, my head buzzed and hurt, half bumped, half angry. Lenny was young and strong, and with a thin body, he crawled out relatively quickly, and was now dragging the bloody Dutsy out, and I was shooting them at the side. I scolded and scolded before, and I felt uncomfortable looking at the big bag that the old thing hit on his head. When Ducky had recovered from his recovery, the three of us fought and retreated, took the opportunity to grab a carriage, drove through the encirclement, and escaped from St. Denis.

Finally ran to a safe place, counted the harvest, and the three of them could each get fifteen yuan. Ducky was about to cry and asked me why Brontë had done so much to him and put us to death. I said that the Italian might have had enough to live, and that I would take the time to go to his house one day and talk to him about it. Ducky hurt his head, and he didn't feel well all the way to the run, so I asked Lenny to take him back to camp first, and I went to Brontë's house to step on the spot.

A few days later, when I returned to the camp, I saw Ducky arguing with Hosea. Ducky wanted to deal with Brontë first, and Hosea thought we should rob the bank and leave. I said that these two are not in conflict, let's do this, I'll go and deal with Brontë first, make some big noise, and while the guards are all coming to support this side, the rest of you will go to rob the bank, and then we will meet at the docks, get on the boat and run away. Hosea and Ducky unanimously said that you are sending you to death, and firmly disagree. Then Daqi relied on his youth and strength to drag me away, leaving Lao He to lament the unforgiving years in the back.

Ducky put his arms around his neck and carried me to the door, and I said stop, what do you want to do? He said I found a boat, and I said you've already told me about it. He said that it was not the big ship that went to Tahiti, it was a small wooden boat, and that I was going to take the water route to attack the Brontë. I said I had seen it, and Brontë had sold his head, and the mansion was so flashy that it was not a big problem to sneak in and kill him, so why bother getting a ship. Ducky said he was going to catch it alive, and it would be easier to take the boat. I thought to myself that the old guy became smarter after hitting his head, and he also knew that he would first make up for the loss with a ransom and then tear up the ticket to vent his anger. As a result, the chicken and the duck talked for a while and found that it was wrong, and he didn't seem to have considered asking for money.

那你非把人活着抓出来干啥?说话!

Ducky didn't make up a reason, he talked about him left and right, saying that Brontë was a very evil person, and he was full of evil on weekdays, and he kidnapped Little Jack before, and this time he will kill us, I can't bear it, I have to get him!

What he said was more or less a sticker.

The evil things he did on a daily basis had nothing to do with me, the kidnapping of Little Jack was a bad idea of the Bu family, and they paid the price, and it was not appropriate to place the blame on Brontë now, he took us like dogs and made fools, and he mocked us and called us hillbillies messing with cows, and I didn't care, but there was only one thing I couldn't bear.

He wants to kill us.

We didn't even hold grudges before. Just because we didn't make him a good dog, he was going to kill us. If I hadn't caught up in time that day, Ducky and Lenny would have died in the chaos.

Brother Mack, Jenny, Sean, Kieran...

How many more people do we have to die to wipe out all our enemies?

Tahiti, if we can get there, maybe we can leave all enemies behind and enjoy the fragrance of mango in peace.

The beautiful tropical scenery flashed before my eyes, the kind of scenery I had only seen on postcards and cigarette cards before. The sun is shining, the tall palm trees, the women are playing around in light gauzes, the parasols are demotion, Ducky and Lao He are sitting on rattan chairs, the uncle and the priest are lying on the ground topless, enjoying the sun, John and Abigail are building tall sand castles with little Jack, Pearson is smiling and bringing out salt-grilled fish and freshly squeezed juice, Charles, Javier and Lenny are swimming in the water with lifebuoys, Strauss and Trelawney are trying to get a few coconuts off the trees, Bill and Maika are buried in the sand and only show their faces out...

What are you laughing at? Here we are.

Ducky's fat face replaced Sadie in a shell, and I dismounted and followed Ducky to the damn wooden ship.

We waded through waist-deep swamps at night, fought off a giant alligator, and rowed the wooden boat back. Tomorrow, the ship of revenge will be loaded with murderers and attack Brontë's mansion.

The next evening, we set out by boat, but I counted the numbers and found that there were not enough people at the bank.

In the middle of the night, a group of people rushed into the mansion, shot wildly, and effortlessly knocked down Brontë and tied him up, and after a while, I saw that the people were almost over, and I estimated that the bank should be almost over, so I threw a few Molotov cocktails and burned the mansion, and everyone carried Brontë on the boat and drove away.

Brontë's dead duck has a hard mouth, which means that you are a flock of chickens, and I am a man who owns the whole city, and if you offend me, you will all die without dignity. Ducky raged and went up and grabbed Brontë's neck hard, I calmly told him to let go first, probably frightened by my gloomy face, Ducky let go of his hand and stepped aside. Brontë seemed to sense something, closed his noisy mouth, and stared at me with a pale face.

Bronte

We used to have no grudges, and you treated little Jack very well. If you are in need, we are willing to help you do what we can.

We won't be in your city for long, we just need a big sum of money, and when we get it, we leave here, fly away, and never come back.

We come, or we go, you are all your soil emperor, there is no difference.

So Brontë,

Why would you try to kill us for a trivial matter?

There is a passage that fits here, and I will give it to you now.

Ezekiel 25,

"With hatred and incomparable anger, I will destroy any enemy who seeks to poison and slaughter my fellow citizens. ”

"The moment I shoot the fire of vengeance upon you, you will know that my name is Yahweh. ”

The bullet went into Brontë's shriveled abdomen, and I picked up Brontë, who was still struggling and howling, and threw him into the crocodiles in the water.

The crocodiles swarmed up, tore their screams apart, and dragged them into the dark waters, where they were silent.

Silence enveloped the swamp, and no one spoke for a long time.

In the end, I broke the silence. Let's go, let's go and pick up the bank robbers, take advantage of the pre-dawn darkness, leave St. Denis, and go to live a good life.

There was another palpitating silence.

John raised his hand tremblingly,

"We... We shouldn't have sent someone to rob the bank?"

I stiffened my head and looked at Ducky.

Ducky sat there, smiling at the stars, seemingly basking in the joy of successful revenge.

Yesterday I said that I would go and deal with Brontë first, and make some big noise, and while the guards are all coming to support this side, the rest of you will go and rob the bank. You said I came alone to die, so tonight our gang succeeded in drawing everyone over.

And you're telling me there's no one robbing a bank over there?!

We stormed the palace of St. Denis and made a big fuss, and kidnapped the emperor, and I even lit a fire in order to increase the momentum, so to speak, all the defensive forces were attracted to Brontë's mansion, and the bank of St. Denis was almost unguarded, and there was no need to draw people from our side, so that the four people left in the camp, Uncle Hosea, Karen Shadie, could easily rob it with a single run...

Why don't you rob at this time? Why don't you rob it? Why don't you rob it? Rob the bank and take the money and go directly.

I'm X Dead Your Horse!!

Seeing that I had been staring at him, Ducky spoke with some confusion:

"You're confused, aren't you? It's been too stressful these days? Don't worry, we're going to rob the bank soon." When the time comes, after this last vote, let's get on the boat immediately and go to Tahiti. ”

I sat down and suddenly felt very tired.

If no one needs us to make a noise, what are we doing tonight? We're making a fuss about luring the guards, bounty hunters, and TMD Pinkerton detectives to St. Denis, and then rob a heavily protected bank in plain sight?

Nothing to say all the way.

Back at the camp, Ducky let out a bad breath today, and was so happy that he leisurely hugged Molly back to the house to sleep. I was so angry that I sat by the campfire and flaunted a pot of stew, scolding as I ate, wishing that this old thing would sleep to death.

After this trouble, the bank's plan naturally had to be reformulated, and I seized Ducky to reason with him, and finally made him understand the benefits of making a noise, and then Ducky waved his hand and assigned Hosea to take Abigail to cause a riot.

I really feel like I'm talking to a pig.

Can you fight ten of these two together? If you send them to attract firepower, not to mention that you can draw away a few guards, it will be very difficult for these two to live long enough to join us.

Hosea came over and said he thought it was okay, and I said it's none of your business, just eat your ginseng. Hosea said that he and Daqi had chatted about it before, and that he had sent someone to investigate the route of the city patrol, and that the two of them judged that Ho and Abigail were enough to divert the patrol away.

I said at least let me follow. Hosea brought up the incident on the ship in Blackwater, that time, when the enemy raided, I was not in the frontal battle, and the gang that lacked the strength of the battle suffered heavy casualties, and out of fear that this situation would happen again, Lao He said that he would not take me away this time. I said let John follow, and Hosea said that John and Abigail should go their separate ways, so that if something happened to one of them, little Jack wouldn't be orphaned. I said let Abigail keep the house, and John will go with you?

There's no trick, and the one in the gang who can take charge of the fighting power alone is Daqi and my John Maika, so I can't let Maika follow, right?

On the day of the implementation of the plan, early in the morning, Daqi began to point out the plan and try to put on a strategizing posture. But I could tell that he was very nervous, and he couldn't even talk a little bit. Lao He must have seen it, and comforted him and said that as long as we execute as planned, everything will end successfully.

When the explosion rang out two blocks away, several heavily armed men rushed into the Bank of St. Denis, stunned the guards, controlled the crowd, and successfully coerced the governor into opening the safe. As planned, we were loaded with gold and banknotes, ready to leave, and everything seemed so smooth.

Until Agent Milton's roar came from outside the bank, and he held Hosea at gunpoint and told Ducky to get out of the house. Outside, on the street, Pinkerton detectives had already occupied all the vantage points, at least dozens of guns pointed at the bank.

My fears have come true, for the wrong actions have led our number one enemy to St. Denis, and the men who have gone to cause unrest this time are completely incapable of defending themselves against the enemy.

Lao He was captured, and Abigail, who had not yet appeared... I'm afraid that he has died at the hands of Pinkerton, just like Jenny.

To this day, I can only be glad that Old He had the foresight to not let John accompany him. Look at the troops outside, even if John really followed, he would still be shot dead on the spot.

The number of Pinkerton detectives is so exaggerated that Milton should have brought all the men he could mobilize this time.

Moreover, Pinkerton is not a rabble of the O'Gang gang, each of them is a skilled and well-trained fighter.

Surrounded by such an army, even I could barely defend myself at gunpoint, and I couldn't spare my hands to rescue anyone.

We can only watch as Hosea is knocked down by a single shot from Milton, rolling and convulsing in pain, and finally falling to the ground, never to move again.

Milton executed Hosea in front of our gang.

Those of us who do this are stepping on one foot in prison and one foot in a coffin. Lao He has been in our industry for a long time, has experienced one battle after another, and has lived to such an old age, which is already very awesome. He was a good man, fought tenaciously all his life, and eventually died at the gunpoint of the enemy.

It's a pretty good way for people like us to die.

I tried my best to say something to appease everyone and comfort myself, but this time emotions were like a torrent, which washed away firmness, faith, and reason.

I became sad, depressed, hopeless... Wrath!

Endless rage erupted from within me, and a thunderclap rang out, and Dutch was opening his mouth to say something to me, but I couldn't hear it at all.

The world turned into a black-and-white mime, the voices were gone, the colors were gone, and only the heads and hearts of Detective Pinkerton glowed with a cold red glow.

Tick, tick, tick...

The sound of the clock's hands beating faster and faster, and finally suddenly stopped, and the sound of the outside world began to pour into my ears...

Many years later, a Pinkerton detective who survived the operation told the people:

"We surrounded the bank, they had no way to escape, but the moment we launched the assault, one of the windows of the bank building suddenly lit up..."

Even after many years, the old man couldn't help but shudder when he recalled the scene at that time.

"Then, almost everyone who tried to rush up, at the same instant, shattered..."

"We thought it had been a bomb attack, but later the inspection report said that the people had been hit by a huge number of bullets in a very short period of time, causing their bodies to be torn to shreds. If you want me to say, that report is complete nonsense, there is no weapon capable of firing hundreds of rounds in an instant, not even our Grimm cannon..."

The old man swallowed and spat, and continued:

"We occupied three floors across from the bank, with at least twenty men on each floor, and there were a steady stream of people coming from the streets, but by the time the gang of criminals blew through the walls and climbed to the top of the building to escape, we could still breathe no more than five. ”

The old man pointed to his stiff right arm,

"I was shot at the time, and then I hid behind the door frame and pressed the wound to save my life, and in addition to me, among the few people who were still angry, one of the lucky ones finally survived to the clinic. Other... Alas..."

"Oh my God, it is said that there were less than ten criminals at the time!"

"Including the old man who was captured in the first place, we only killed two of their men in total, and the other one died a black man, named Lan... Lenny, I remember it seems to be the name. We found his body on the roof of the building next door to the bank, with the remains of several agents lying next to it. ”

"In addition, we also caught a live one, I forgot what the man's name was, with long hair and a purple face, according to them, a little silly..."

"You said the other criminals all ran away and disappeared without a trace!"

"It was a nightmare. ”

……

Lucky enough to break through the siege, we quietly hid in an abandoned room, waiting for the night to fall. The St. Denis Guard and Pinkerton detectives have cordoned off the streets of the city, and only under the cover of night can we have the slightest chance of escaping.

Lenny died, knocked out by the oncoming Pinkerton as he crossed the roof. John was captured, and from what I know of Pinkerton, they would probably torture John out of the camp first, grab the rest of the people, and hang them together.

How desperate must the gang members who were waiting for us to return with a full load of anticipation for Tahiti find out that they were greeted by a heavily armed Pinkerton detective...

The room was extremely quiet, and the silence was terrifying.

Daqi, I wondered, my skills are basically brought out by you, why can't you figure out things that I can figure out?

The roads were blocked, the trains were out of service, and now even if we returned to camp, we would be swept away, and we had to run to the docks at night to find a boat before we could get out, Ducky said.

Sounds quite heartless. Especially when we are carrying a large sum of money, his plan can be translated as taking away the money, taking only a few people who can fight and flying away, leaving everyone else here to die.

But that's the only way to go.

The enemy was outnumbered, and most importantly, I finally got out of the encirclement, and I was running out of bullets.

Before, new anger and old resentment broke out at the same time, and I was indeed on top, causing a serious waste of bullets.

But I don't regret it, if it wasn't for the ferocity that was hard enough to deter Pinkerton, we might not have been able to break through the siege later.

After some time, darkness fell over the city, and we cautiously bypassed the guards and made our way to the docks. But just as we were about to reach the docks, the only road ahead was blocked by a few Pinkerton detectives, and we couldn't get around.

Charles said he went to lure the guards away. Before we could react, he was already rushing out, and the Pinkerton detectives chased after him and gave way to the way.

There was no time to grieve for Charles, and we quickly seized the opportunity that this brother had bought with his life and slipped aboard a ship that was about to set sail.

Soon after, I was leaning on the stern railing and watching the lights of St. Denis fade away. Ducky approached me and told me that he had agreed with the captain that the ship would take us to the north shore of Cuba, where we would replenish our equipment and regroup.

Then, we will return to St. Denis to rescue our companions. Now that we have the money, pick up the rest of the members and head straight to Tahiti.

Assuming those people make it to the point where we go back...

I turned around and looked in the direction of the bow of the ship, and in the distance on the sea, the inky clouds connected to the sky and the earth, like the dark mountains.

One night a few days later, I was shaken by a panicked Ducky. The boat was caught in a storm, and the two of us called out to the rest of the people and ran to the lifeboat together. The boat was so jolting that I got separated from them on the way, and by the time I ran to the place where the lifeboat had been placed, the boat was almost completely sunk.

In the midst of a raging storm, I stood on the sinking boat and watched the lifeboat in the distance being overturned by a huge wave. The lightning struck, and for some reason, I felt a moment of peace in my manic heart.

That's how we end.

Then the sea came in from all directions and engulfed everything.

……

Chapter 5, Guama

A black wolf hovers under the moon...

Its fur is like shiny black satin...

It turned and walked off into the distance...

Walk on a sun-drenched sand...

Wait a minute...

... Sha Tang?

I suddenly found myself walking on a golden sandy beach, with a breeze and the sun shining, and tall palm trees gently swaying their leaves in the wind.

It seems that this is the afterlife.

A wisp of smoke rose not far away. I groggily walked back that way.

After walking for a while, I climbed over a small slope and saw something under the smoke.

Oh, it's a couple of you, and as expected, you're dead, too.

Dudge jumped up and rushed over and hugged me, followed by Bill and Mika, followed by a few people sitting by the fire with me in their arms, and Javier scooped a bowl of boiling water and poured it down on me.

After drinking the water and sitting under the shade of the tree for a while, my mind cleared up a little, and I gradually realized that this place seemed more like a tropical island than the afterlife.

So I looked at Ducky's old face that had been peeled off a few layers of skin, and asked:

"So, where are we now?"

The hoarse voice seemed to be coming from afar, and it took me a few seconds to match it to my own voice.

We were on the island of Guama, and Javier had asked the locals before, and it was an island used to grow sugar cane, said Ducky.

Oh, tropical plantation island, it looks like someone is already living the life we want to live first. When we go to Tahiti, won't we live like this, by the way, Ducky, how far is this place from Tahiti?

Ducky spread his hands, indicating that it was not far away, and that Guama should be the second island east of Cuba.

emmm... It's only a whole Pacific Ocean away from Tahiti, okay. So what do we do next, where do we get some equipment?

Ducky motioned for me to look around at the circle of gun-wielding old ink.

They're... Carbine repeating rifles, pull-bolts... That's not going to work... Oh, wait, where did these people come from, and why are they pointing guns at us?!

In a few minutes, we were chained together and staggered towards the plantation under the escort of the guards.

Just now, Ducky tried to disguise himself as a shipwrecked merchant and the guards, but the plantation guards didn't eat his tricks at all, and tied up a few of us without saying a word, saying that we would be arrested and locked up first, and then let us go after the identity was verified.

If we are really a down-and-out rich businessman, the big deal is to work for a few days, and it is not a big deal, the problem is that several of us are actually wanted criminals, and if our identities are verified, then we will still have it? But now we are unarmed, we can't beat the guards in the escort team, and we are chained up, and we can't run away at all, so it's quite embarrassing. I tried to walk slowly to stall for time, but the old ink guard next to me pulled it with a round stick, and it hurt so much that I grinned.

Don't dare to go slowly, or you will be beaten to death, I glanced at the guard stupidly, little thing, don't catch me, if I catch you, I have your good juice to eat!

We were not the only grasshoppers in this chain, and there was a bunch of serfs tied in front of them, all of them skinny, and the guards said that they were rebellious laborers.

Halfway through, suddenly there was a burst of gunfire in the woods on both sides, and the leader on horseback was knocked down with a shot, and the other guards hurriedly returned fire. I saw an opportunity to twist the guard's head from his neck with a chain, and then pulled the key from him and unshackled the group.

Picking up a few guns, we wiped out the guards, but the enemy forces soon followed. The leader of the rebels, Brother Black, who had just shot in the woods, beckoned us to follow him, and we fought and retreated, and I picked up a Lancaster repeating rifle and replaced it with a bad pull-bolt rifle. Unfortunately, halfway through Javier was shot in the thigh and was captured.

God, there are only four of the Vanderlinde gang left!

Ducky, Bill, Maika, and me,

Alas, it's too hard ...

Black Brother freed us from tracking, he was a smuggler who usually led the rebel laborers and Faussal's army to fight guerrillas. Fossar was the owner of a sugar cane plantation and was cruel and tyrannical, just as Brontë was to St. Denis, and Fossar was the emperor of Guama. Brother Hei said he could help us arrange a boat to go back, but we had to do something for him first, such as rescuing the captured laborer Blabla. We had no choice but to agree.

When we finally arrived at the guerrilla camp, we had just crawled out of the sea, and after a day of fighting and running, we were all exhausted. Ducky was quite energetic, and sat there to examine himself for a while, trying to arrange a personal vigil, but found that everyone else was already snoring, so he had to move a horse and sit outside the shack. The few people who pretended to be asleep inside invariably showed a smile on their faces, and then they each fell asleep.

The next day, I woke up early, and Javier was still locked up, so I had to rush to save him.

The captives were bound to be kept in Fossar's base camp, no more than the flashy mansion of Brontë, which was heavily guarded and difficult to defend, and if we forced our way through, the guards might have killed Javier.

Yesterday the black brother Mercury mentioned that there was a cave in the cliff that led directly to the enemy's house. If you want to sneak in, it's best to walk from that side.

I got out of bed, carefully stepped over the snoring Bill and Micka, walked out of the shack, secretly flaunted the cans for three, wiped my mouth, slipped a few packs of bullets into my pocket, picked up Lancaster, and left the camp.

Ducky had been waiting in the cave for a while, and he had bribed an old lady to be our guide with the only gold bar we had left. As a result, after taking us to the place, the old lady turned her face and denied the account, and had to extort another gold bar. Ducky pretended to pay for it, took the opportunity to strangle the old lady by the neck, and then turned around and explained to me, why am I not killing innocents indiscriminately, I am trying to keep us alive blabla...

Forehead...

What's the explanation for this? If you are a little slower, the old lady's killing will be mine, otherwise, if she runs to report to the guards and earns w at both ends, won't our brother send it?

I put away the dagger, took our gold bar from the corpse and pressed it to Ducky's chest, smiled and winked at him, Ducky was stunned for a moment, took the gold bar and put it away, and gave me a thumbs up. Then we climbed one after the other, towards the hole above.

Fortified fortresses are often breached from within, and with two self-propelled bombs touching the house, Fossal is not having a good time. I was not in good shape now because I had eaten Bill and Maika's breakfast in the morning, and soon we were dragging Javier out of the cage with a badly injured coma. Ducky carried Javier on his shoulder, I shot to cover, and the three of them fought and retreated, easily escaping.

Hand Javier over to the camp doctor, and Black Brother Mercury asked me to help rescue a group of laborers trapped in the forest. When I went to the place where he said, the laborers had been taken away, and I was put down and arrested by a poisoned arrow.

However, I am different from Xavier, because I was directly caught in the base camp this time, and even saved the effort of sneaking in. When I came to my senses, what little strength Faussal had had was almost wiped out.

Mercury was pleased to lead the laborers back, and agreed to arrange a boat for us to go back and set off in a few days.

Everyone at the camp... Hold on a little longer,

We'll be right there.

A few days later, Black Brother Mercury brought bad news, the identities of several of us were revealed, and for the sake of our expensive heads, Fausal called in a navy. No ship will be able to leave this island unless we take out this army.

Then the four of us killed all the navy and sank one ironclad. Brother Hei looked stupid next to him, and hurriedly called the captain who had been arranged before to send these fierce gods away. It turned out that the captain of the ship was captured by Fausal with the men and the boat.

Not a big problem, we quickly rescued the captain. Having lost too many men, Fausal had to go into battle himself, blocking the road with machine guns on the watchtowers. And we pushed out the shore defense artillery, aiming at the watchtower is a cannon, Huang Si... Ah no Fosal died on the spot, and we boarded the ship and sailed away.

No one can stop us from going home, the guards, the army, the Pinkerton... No one can.

Hold on, everyone, here we come.

Most of the friends who stayed in the camp have already moved, and we have to split up to find out the news.

I'll go to Shedi Bele and see if there's any news left there.

Riding a stolen horse, we galloped all the way to our former mansion. As expected, the building was empty, and while I was searching for clues in the house, I heard the sound of horses' hooves outside.

Four Pinkerton detectives arrived, and found the horses tied outside.

I hid on the second floor, and the Pinkertons searched for a long time, when suddenly, a detective downstairs shouted that he had found a letter and thought it pointed to our new camp.

Perhaps overexcited, the other detectives hurried downstairs, completely forgetting that there was someone else hiding in the house. I strangled a Pinkerton who was passing by from my hideout, crept downstairs, picked up a plate axe and slashed one from behind, and the plate axe flew out of my hand and into the head of the detective opposite. The last one with the letter pulled out his gun and wanted to fight, but I pulled out my waist knife and slashed off my arm, and the gun fell to the ground. He turned around and wanted to escape, I rushed up and stabbed him in the back of the heart, pinched his shoulder with his left hand and pulled it over to shine on the chest and stabbed him again, Pinkerton collapsed on the ground and had no breath, I was afraid that he would not die, so I slashed his neck a few times and cut off his head.

Picked up the letter and read it, it was written by Sadie, and according to the meaning of the letter, the rest of them should be in Rakai by now.

I put away the secret letter, went back and picked up the axe, walked out of the mansion, turned on my horse, and ran towards Lakai as fast as I could.

Riding all the way, he finally reached a small cabin in Rakai. Sadie, Pearson, and Abigail were out at work when they were overjoyed to see me back. When I went into the house, everyone was there, Tilly, Karen, Strauss, Susan, Mary Beth, Uncle, Priest... Even Charles, who led Pinkerton away by himself before, is here!

There was only one person missing, Molly O'Shea, Ducky's wife, our sister-in-law. But then Sadie said she was okay and just went out.

My tears of excitement are almost coming down, and thank goodness everyone is still alive!

After the bank robbery, Sadie receives the news that the mission has failed, and quickly leads the others to move to Rakai. Later, together with Charles, who escaped, he cleared the surrounding dangers and kept everyone hidden. In our absence, it was Sadie who took care of everyone.

A few hours later, in the evening, Ducky and Maika also returned.

Abigail tells us that John is being held in Sisicaa Prison, and Ducky assures her that he will rescue him.

Abigail also said that after the bank robbery, she secretly returned to St. Denis with Charles, brought Hosea's body back, and buried it properly.

I glanced at her, hung my head, and sighed.

Alas, Hosea...

As Bill walked into the cabin with one last curse, Agent Milton's voice came from outside.

Moments later, bullets and Molotov cocktails began to destroy the not-so-fortified cabin, and the Pinkerton detectives wanted to kill my companion once more, including me, of course.

Don't even think about it.

Once again, the storm of destruction rolls up, and the Pinkertons are struck down in pieces by barrage in the dark jungle. Annoyed, Milton ordered the use of the Grimm machine gun, only to find that the wagon with the machine gun had already been blasted into pieces of wood.

Milton fled in disarray, but the Pinkerton detectives who had been given orders continued to flood in. In a fit of madness and rage, I strode forward, pulled my still intact cannon from the fragments of the carriage, aimed it at the onrushing Pinkerton, and pulled the trigger.

The horrific weapon began to spew death at its former master, shattering people and flesh everywhere it went. When I finally couldn't hold it anymore and dropped the machine gun, the oncoming Pinkerton barely survived.

It's a pity that Milton, the coward, saw that the situation was not good before, and began to run away without looking back, and now it is estimated that he has reached St. Denis, and we will not be able to catch up with him anyway.

Rakai definitely couldn't stay any longer, the wooden houses were burned, but fortunately there were no casualties. I asked Daqi what to do now, and he couldn't think of any ideas for a while. Abigail says she's going to save John, but Ducky says it's not the time. Abigail said that John was about to be hanged, and Ducky was unmoved, so she had no choice but to beg me and Sadie for help. Sadie agreed, saying that she would go first to find out the news, and let me wait for her at the little tavern of St. Denis.

My Turkmen horse returned to Shedi Bele on its own after I left, and was led by Sadi to Rakai, which means that now I have not only found my horse, but also everything in the saddlebag, guns, supplies, bullets... The whole nine yards. When everything was ready, I rode to St. Denis to meet with Sadie.

Saint-Denis, a city with mixed feelings...

I thought we had turned it upside down, but when I stepped into it again, I found that it hadn't changed, even though the underground emperor had become an imported fish food from Italy, and the guards had suffered countless casualties, the people still did what they had to do, and everything seemed to be the way it was.

I loosened the reins and let the horse slowly move on its own.

We lost Hosea and Lenny in order to get enough money, but all the gold we had stolen had already sunk to the bottom of the sea. It is not only St. Denis that has not changed, but also the situation of our gang. After a series of deaths and flights, we still don't have enough money to get to Tahiti, and what was once a vision is now out of reach.

I suddenly coughed violently and fell off my horse's back on the hard, cold stone pavement.

When I regained consciousness again, I was being dragged forward by a man, I asked him to let go, I walked on my own, and when he let go of his hand, I realized how powerless I was at this point.

It's almost time to the hospital!, the man encouraged.

Under the guidance of this kind man, I staggered into the hospital. The doctor examined it and announced with a heavy weight the sad news.

I had tuberculosis.

Maybe in a few decades, this disease can be cured, but at least in the United States today, this is an incurable disease, a terminal disease.

How long can I live? Half a year?

Doctors said that if you rest well in a warm, dry place, you can probably live a few more years. But now in this situation where everyone is shouting and beating, where can I go to recuperate?

I don't really feel much about death, and in what we do, death is a normal thing. But what will happen to the rest of the gang when I die?

Hosea died a step before me, and apart from me, his wisdom was only partially passed on to little Jack, and it wasn't about combat. Little Jack is too young on the one hand, and Abigail doesn't want him to get involved in the gang in the future.

Other young people... Sean, Kieran, Lenny, they all died before they could grow up. If the new generation of gangs does not have a figure who can provoke the beam, the decline is almost inevitable.

Luckily, there's Sadie there. Although she is not very skilled, in the face of previous crises, Sadie also showed her witty mind. If Ducky, John, and... Maika... If you can trust her, listen to her opinions, and escort her with strong combat power, the gang may not survive the turning point of fate.

But... One of these three people is stubborn, one is stupid, the other is cruel and selfish, and he is born within a birth, and wanting them to assist Sadie with all their hearts is no less than a fool's dream.

As for me, I can only use the last bit of my time to teach her what she needs as much as I can.

When I walked out of the hospital, the sky seemed to be darkening, there was no one on the road, it was unusually quiet, and the horses didn't know where to run. I walked slowly in the direction of the tavern, and as I passed a three-way intersection, I seemed to see something moving in front of me.

A black wolf ran across the road, and the dim light shone on it, reflecting the color of silk.

I seem to have seen it somewhere...

I tried to catch up, but it was fast, and in the blink of an eye, it was gone.

The neighing of horses came to my ears, and I realized that I had come to a bustling street, and the horses had come running from the side.

Patting the old horse, I smiled. Life and death are fate, do more while you are still alive. If I can send everyone else to Tahiti, I'll be worth dying.

I waited at the tavern for a while, but I guess Sadie hadn't gotten the news yet. I rode back to camp to rest for a while, but Ducky came.

Ducky pulled me to a hidden place and told me that there is a ghost in the gang now, and this traitor has been operating since the time of the ship in Blackwater, and he must be arrested first, otherwise every operation in the future will turn into another St. Denis bank robbery, and then everyone in our gang will have to die except for the inner ghost.

When we were walking in the cave on Guama Island, Daqi told me about the ghosts, but at that time we had too many more important things to do, and I didn't take it too seriously, but I didn't analyze it less, and since he asked now, I told him.

Where to start?

I wasn't there for the vote in Blackwater, so I don't know what the situation is. If we want to talk about the ghosts, we have to start with the bank.

First, I hope that the two of us can reach a consensus, that is, don't suspect these brothers who went directly to rob the bank.

You, me, Charles, Lenny, John, Javier, Bill, Maika, none of us are traitors. As for why, if you think about that scene at that time, you can roughly understand it, right?

Hundreds of guns are on us! You told Pinkerton in advance that I was an internal ghost, and that you should not beat me when I wore a floral shirt, which is very good. When the fight really starts, everyone is full of dynamic vision, and the nerves are highly tense, at this time, a leaf will have to be shot twice, who still cares about what you wear, as long as you move, the bullet will hit immediately, plus stray bullets and ricochets, people say they are dead, and the bullet does not have eyes.

What inner ghost would be stupid enough to trap himself in such a sinkhole that could die at any moment... Even if there is really an internal ghost, after doing this vote, you should know that following Pinkerton is a dead end.

Second, let's talk about the people who stayed in the camp.

First, judging by Pinkerton's reaction to Shee Di Bele's letter, they didn't know where the new camp was. This means that at least until I return to camp after the people have been transferred, the possible inner ghost has not succeeded in reporting to Pinkerton.

Then, Sadie can't be an inner ghost. Because if she were an insider, the letter would only be bait to lure us to a new camp so that we could catch them all, and it would be impossible for Pinkerton not to know about it.

Pearson is unlikely to be an inner ghost. He was in charge of the food wagon and the food of the entire camp, and if he was a traitor, he would have to put some slow medicine in the soup pot and everyone but Mika would die. Since we are all alive and well now, he should be trustworthy.

Aunt Susan and Uncle, these two are also unlikely to defect. They have been in the gang for almost their entire lives. Susan was the butler who had dedicated her life to the gang, and the uncle had almost no desires, and would lie down happily until he died every day by giving him some whiskey. If these two mutinied, what could they want?

Trelawney is unlikely to have defected. The last time he was kidnapped by a bounty hunter, he withstood the torture and was tested in terms of will. And, this guy is very smart, if he is to calculate us, let's talk about it, but Shadie's side will definitely not be able to withstand it, and he has already been caught by design.

Strauss is unlikely to defect. He's in charge of the medical carriage and collecting the bills, and although he can't fight, his position in the gang can be said to be second only to you, on the same level as me and Susan, and slightly higher than Pearson. If he wasn't trustworthy, we wouldn't let him take care of so many things, we both watched him grow up, and we all know what his personality is. Anyway, I think it's unreliable to say that he will rebel.

As for the rest of the people, in my opinion, they may all be internal ghosts, let's talk about them one by one.

Abigail, Karen, Tilly, Mary Beth, Swanson, and... Miss Molly O'Shea.

Abigail, since the abduction of Little Jack, she has been reluctant to follow the gang, if there is a chance for the family to break away from the gang and go ashore, she will definitely seize it. Therefore, if we talk about it, compared to other people, Abigail has the motive to betray the gang in the first place.

Second, let's take a look at the reasons why we met Pinkerton these times, the first time was that Abi Gelto and I took little Jack to go fishing and ran into Milton by the river. The second time, little Jack had just been abducted, and we had just gone to the Bu house the night before to kill people, and the next morning Milton found the door, and even walked straight into the camp through the dense forest. The third time is St. Denis Bank, Pinkerton first found Abigail and Lao He's team, that day Pinkerton's position we have all seen, Lao He was caught, but Abigail was able to escape unscathed from the kind of big battle that sharpshooters can't withstand, and even dared to return to St. Denis when John's life and death were unknown, and Little Jack could be said to be the only one of her relatives, in order to steal Lao He's body... It doesn't make sense.

For example, "for example", that is, for the first time, she was actually vaguely indicating the approximate location of our camp to the possible Pinkerton detectives around, you think, how far can I go with a child? Fishing needs to stay by the river, where the line of sight is open, Pinkerton can find us very easily as long as he arranges for someone to keep an eye along the river, and if he finds the two of us, there must be a camp around us. The second time, little Jack had just been taken away, and Abigail must have been flustered, when we went to the cloth house at night, she wondered if Pinkerton would find someone faster, and then ran out to tell Pinkerton detectives about it, saying that you help me find the child, and I will tell you where the camp is blabla, and then Milton will just come to the door the next day. The third time will it be Pinkerton who she sent a tip-off, when Lao He and Abigail were actually arrested, but Pinkerton knew that Abigail was his own, so he let her go. And it is precisely because Abigail's identity cannot be exposed that Lao He must be taken over alone to kill. Otherwise, why did Milton have to kill Lao He directly? Just to provoke a few of us? And it was precisely because Abigail knew that Pinkerton was not dangerous to her that she dared to go back to St. Denis to steal the body without little Jack. After all, if what I said is really true, then Lao He can be said to have died because of her, especially since Lao He is still Little Jack's teacher, she probably feels quite guilty in her heart...

Ducky thought for a moment and said no, according to that, if Abigail is a traitor, then how dare she send John to that pit in the bank? You also said, bullets don't have long eyes, in case John dies she won't work in vain...

Indeed, I admit that there are quite a few holes in these speculations, and there are other reasons to say them in each case. For example, the first time was when I happened to meet Pinkerton, who was searching everywhere. The second time was because we killed people and set fires and made too much noise, leaving traces behind, so people chased after us. The third time was because we killed Brontë before that Pinkerton was lured to the neighborhood, when Lao He was old and his legs and feet were not good and he couldn't run fast, Abigail was more flexible, Lao He was the main target and Abigail didn't matter, and even Lao He took the initiative to break off for Abigail at that time...

But if you think about it, we've been in contact with Pinkerton a few times since we got off the snowy mountain, and then we can get a little bit of contact with her every time, who can not mutter...

Ducky nodded, and asked me if John was also a ghost? After all, if there were traitors in the gang of bank robbers, then he must be very confident in his skills, and firmly believed that he would not die in that situation, and we would help you, me, John, and Maika at this level. My boss can't be an internal ghost, if you were an internal ghost, I would have died, but John is not only good marksmanship, but also Abigail's husband, John was not killed on the spot but was captured alive in the end, which is also strange.

I said it couldn't be, Pinkerton probably just wanted to leave a living mouth to lure us to save people, so that we could catch them all. John's brain decided that he couldn't be an internal ghost, so let's talk about others first.

Karen, the probability that she is an inner ghost is relatively low among these people, after all, there is no motive. I personally respect her, but she's been drinking heavily since Sean's death, which can be said to be an attempt to ease her grief, but imagine if she's been playing around since then to reduce her attention, then she's done a very successful job. After all, no one wants to approach a drunken Mengzi who gets drunk every day and could vomit at any moment. And when she disappears occasionally, everyone will say, "I guess I fell drunk again", which does not arouse any suspicion at all. When there is a problem, everyone must think: "That girl has been drinking all day long, I guess I don't know anything, it's none of her business..."

As for whether she's really drunk or fake? All I can say is that she pretended to be a drunk woman when we robbed the Valentine bank. That acting, if I hadn't watched her enter the door with my own eyes, I would have thought that she drank two bottles of strong whiskey before rushing in...

Think about it, Ducky. Once upon a time, your every move was in a hazy pair of drunken eyes, and you were defenseless against it... yes, who cares about a poor sloppy woman who spends her days drinking heavily, having lost her lover?

Daqi said you stop first, and Lao Tzu's goosebumps are up.

I laughed and said it was fine, although most people didn't pay much attention to her, but I had always cared about Karen, and I didn't notice anything unusual about her, and there was no reason or motivation to suggest that she would betray the gang, but now that she was on the suspicion list, I just took the opportunity to suggest a possibility.

As for Tilly, this little girl is far more ruthless than you think, she killed people when she was a child, and she even discussed with me how to use arsenic to give Aunt Susan a happy send-off. Moreover, she is also quite smart and can see the situation clearly. If the constant running makes her lose hope in the gang, she can also do the kind of thing that betrays the gang to find a way out for herself.

Mary Beth, emmm this I don't think likely. Literary girl, I don't have so many eyes, and I'm kind by nature. are so kind, she shouldn't be able to do such a bad thing as rebellion.

Reverend Swanson, an alcoholic, an addict, this guy is usually upside down, and the only difference between him and Karen is that this thing's virtue can't be acted, he's really confused. The problem with this person is that he is too confused, what others say he believes, it is possible that he himself does not want to rebel, and he has already let people take the information away before he knows what is going on. Moreover, this guy is not a strong-willed person, and it is not impossible for him to make a mistake under coercion and temptation, and to take the initiative to be an internal ghost...

Molly... The stakes are high, so I won't shy away from them. First of all, my sister-in-law is usually a little... The aristocratic character can't endure hardship, you also know these big brothers. Moreover, recently, she has been talking to you three times, and you have avoided others every time, which may chill people's hearts. Originally, I ran left and right and suffered a lot, and I was snubbed on your side, and my sister-in-law's eldest lady got angry, and she wanted to take revenge on you regardless of the situation, and it was not impossible to recruit Pinkerton over in a gamble.

But this possibility is relatively small, you and your sister-in-law have been through ups and downs for so many years, and your sister-in-law is not a person who doesn't know the general situation. It's the same for other people, let's just analyze all the possibilities now, I'll just say that, you just hear it, it doesn't mean that we really don't trust these brothers and sisters in the future, it's just that everything is left behind, and it doesn't hurt to be a little more careful...

Dutch was silent for a long time, nodded, and let me go.

After riding back and forth a few times and talking in a dry throat for a long time, I am now physically and mentally exhausted, and I just want to find a place to lie down. The wooden house was already in a half-collapsed state after the gunfire, and unfortunately, the bed I had only slept in for half a day was also buried in the collapsed part.

Pinkerton!

Aunt Susan and Tilly were moving supplies out of the rubble, and I looked left and right, and drove the half-lying and drinking uncle away from the bunk and collapsed myself. Seeing that my face was wrong, the uncle leaned over and asked a few questions, but I couldn't hear what he was saying anymore, and I soon lost consciousness.

As for tuberculosis...

How did I get this disease? On the island of Guama, I cough from time to time. At the time, I thought it was caused by a shipwreck and choking on water, and there were too many things to do at that time, so I didn't care, thinking that maybe it would be fine after a while. But now that tuberculosis has been diagnosed, it's not a problem of falling into the water, and if you think about it, I actually started to cough a little bit before I got to St. Denis.

Forget it, it's already like this anyway, and there's no point in thinking about that. When I woke up, I had to go to Sadie to study the prison robbery.

I slept until the next morning, and the uncle pulled out his winter coat that he hadn't washed for I don't know how many years and covered my body, which was unusually warm. I got up, wiped my face, straightened my clothes, went to the pot I had just set up, scooped up half a bowl of stew, and then rode straight to St. Denis.

Arriving at the tavern, Sadie was standing by the bar dozing off. I went over and ordered two drinks, and gave her one, and there was nothing good in the tavern, so let's make do with it, and it should be a pick-me-up.

Sadie held the cup in her hand and talked about what she had found. Unfortunately, the prison is on a small island, and there is little news to be heard, only that John may be held there, and as for the actual situation, we will have to go and find out for ourselves.

Speaking of probing, Sadie seemed to have an idea, and she threw the empty cup on the table and beckoned me to follow her.

Riding out of the city, and when I reached the shore, I saw the colorful hot air balloon from afar, which Hosea had told me about with his drawing book. Sadie meant to let me fly over in a hot air balloon to see what was going on.

I said yes. The old gentleman Brad who flew the balloon was quite friendly, and he didn't dare to resist when I asked to turn to the prison.

When I got to the place, I took the binoculars and scanned around, John was indeed on the island, digging potatoes in his prison uniform...

smiled, look at his scumbag appearance, digging slowly and being beaten with a baton, this time he has been reformed by hard labor.

Brad was a little panicked, because he noticed that a few guards below had already raised their guns and aimed at me, and quickly patted me on the shoulder, and I reluctantly put down the binoculars, and the balloon began to fly back. In order to take care of the elderly, this time I came to fly the balloon, and Lao Bu was responsible for guiding the way.

When they reached the shore, Lao Bu said that Sadie seemed to be being chased and beaten. I took the binoculars and saw Sadie running in front on horseback, followed by a group of men in black.

Is that... Why are they here too? Some of their accomplices have been taken to Sisica Prison?

But it didn't matter, the Austrans were done, and I put Brad at the helm to follow Sadie, and I raised my gun myself and started the roll call one by one. After a scuffle, the hot air balloon crashed, and the Ao Gang sent another wave of heads, Sadie was unharmed, and Brad was killed on the spot after being hit by a stray bullet.

sad, I kind of like this old man.

Sadie said that she had found the Gang members while she was wandering around, and they seemed to be trying to save someone, and now that we had wiped out the rescue team, most of the unlucky ones didn't save them.

I watched Sadie leave happily and sighed. This girl's husband died at the hands of the Ao Gang, and now she is like crazy when she sees the Ao Gang, and she dares to hit dozens of people on the other side. If we hadn't come back in time, she would probably have to explain here today.

was already reckless, and when he saw the Ao Gang, he didn't want his life, this kid in the future... Can you really carry the banner of gangs?

Lao Ho, Sean, Lenny, Kieran... You have spirits in heaven. Please, bless Sadie, bless Van der Linde...

After touching the corpse, I gained very little, and it seems that the Ao Gang has been having a bad time recently...

Just like us.

Rakai's camp has been discovered by Pinkerton, and the next wave of attacks could come at any moment, and we still have to run.

Over the years, the Van der Linde gang has managed to travel all the way from the west to the east, and I am now even on the east coastline.

Where can you run again?

Oddly enough, I barely thought about these things before I got sick, believing that my gun would open a way for the gang wherever I went. It was only now that I realized that our situation had reached this point.

There are enemies on all sides, there is no way back, and there is no green and yellow...

When Hosea taught me to read, I always felt that the characters in the book were so unbearable and uncourageous, but after I got sick, I gradually became able to understand them. Once the body fails, no matter what kind of heroes and heroes are, they will also lose their pride. People who are dying have all their ambitions scattered, and they only think about preserving their families and begging for a family to continue after death.

I stood for a long time at the raging tide.

The horse trotted over and rubbed against me, I fed it a few oatcakes and slowly climbed onto the horse's back. I just had a fight with the O's Gang, and I have to go to the city to replenish some bullets.

The horses galloped with their hooves raised, leaving behind the sound of the rolling waves, and on the horse's back sat a decadent man, not knowing what to think.

……

When I arrived at St. Denis, I bought enough ammunition, took care of my guns, and picked up two bottles of high-end whiskey along the way. Walk slowly on horseback. There was a bald monk on the side of the road shouting something, perhaps because he saw two bottles of good wine hanging on the air, and as I passed by him, he begged me to donate some money for the poor who were starving.

In the past, when I had a lot of money, I was always very generous in the face of requests for help, and although it is not as good as it was then, it is not a problem to take some out. I gave the money and got off the horse and talked to the monk for a while, and I felt that this man was quite good at talking. As soon as the conversation changed, he began to discuss with me the slave trade in St. Denis.

I know, those traders, I thought about selling the old black guy who was harassing Tilly to them. The priest said that the men had now extended their business to innocent people, and he asked if I could go and see if I could help.

Anyway, it's not far away, so let's take a look. Anyway, in my case, I may not have the opportunity to do business with those people in the future, and I am not afraid of offending them. I used to scare and scare, and fished out two Spaniards, whether they were good citizens or not, it is hard to say, but they must be one of the best hungry people. When the monk saw this, he thanked him and asked him to pay me, and I waved my hand and told him to take the two hungry men to eat. Those who have worked so hard to save don't really starve to death.

After a toss, it was already evening, and now it was not convenient to go back to the camp, so I staggered to the tavern, passing by a small alley, and there was a street standing in it to beckon me over, I wanted to see who was so eyeless to see, even the patient dared to greet him, but when I looked up, both of them were stunned.

I know this guy...

Isn't this Downs' wife?

Strauss asked me to help him collect his debts, and one of them was a farmer named Downs. When I went to collect the bills, the guy didn't say a word when they met, and directly gave me an iron rake, and I was afraid that I would be killed directly if I replaced Strauss. I beat this bastard so hard that he squirted me bloodied. Later, his wife and son came out and begged me for a few days, and when I saw that they could not afford it, I agreed, and by the time I went to collect it a second time, Downs was dead.

The cause of death seems to be... Pulmonary tuberculosis?

Wait a minute...

Seeing that my expression began to distort, Mrs. Downs suddenly felt that something was wrong, and she turned her head and ran, shouting as she ran that someone was harassing the woman standing in the street. A few St. Denis detectives came rushing to the side, and I threw them down, and when I turned back, Mrs. Downs had gone nowhere.

The account is correct, it turns out that this disease came from you.

Don't get me caught.

After beating the guards, the tavern could not be lived, so I had to ride my horse to the suburbs and sleep for one night, and after a while, it rained and poured me into a soup chicken.

Alas...

I just finished laughing at John, but I didn't expect that now I am more wretched than him. In the middle of the night, it rained all the time, and there was no need to sleep, so let's ride to the camp. As a result, he met a man on the way, and he shouted for help, saying that his wife had been kidnapped by three bandits.

Following the trail, he came to the outside of a small cabin and went up and knocked on the door. As soon as the door opened, the guy inside looked impatient and just wanted to open and scold, but his head was blown away by a shotgun. I kicked the door open, and another shot was fired, and the second bandit fell to the ground. The last woman who was snatching it was so frightened that she couldn't speak, and raised her hands tremblingly. I dropped my gun, drew my machete, and slashed at it, as if to vent all my frustration.

The man was about to be chopped to pieces, and I came to my senses, picked up the shortened shotgun, and untied the woman. Ignoring her frightened eyes and stammering thanks, I picked her on horseback and sent her back to her husband, and then went back to the bloody cabin, pressed the door against the fire stick, took off her clothes and hung them by the fire, and lay down on the bed.

Back in Rakai tomorrow, I'll have to ask Dadge about the move.

Chapter 6, Beaver Cave

When I woke up the next morning, it was still drizzling outside, so I got dressed, called my horse over, wiped the rain from my saddle, turned on my horse, and returned to Rakai.

Giving two bottles of wine to the uncle, the old thing was overjoyed, and left with a bottle in one hand and a smile. I went to Dutsy and asked what to do next, and thankfully, the guy finally had an idea. He planned to take everyone north to a place called Annisberg.

It was a mining town, controlled by Cornwall, and it was estimated that a lot of the money from the Ben family was put there. We're short of money right now, and it's a good idea to rob this guy.

Of course, the camp couldn't have moved directly into that town, and Ducky said that there was a place called Beaver Cave near the town, which was hidden and difficult to defend, and detectives and bounty hunters were reluctant to search it.

The only drawback is that the place now has a Lord. The Moffrey family is occupying the Beaver Cave, and clearly has no intention of moving out.

Charles, now that John isn't here, let's take a run.

I've heard the notoriety of the Movly family, who are more like savages than robbers, who love to cut people into pieces, skin them, eat them raw, and skewer the rest on stakes to rot...

If the victim is lucky enough, they will do it in the order I say.

After chatting with Charles about his escape from St. Denis, we arrived at the outskirts of the Beaver Cave after dark.

Charles had been here, and from here to the north, there was the Indian settlement of Falling Rain and Flying Eagles, and he had helped them a lot. The oil incident still could not be hidden, and the group of Indians is now in a rather miserable situation.

Suddenly, Charles stopped chatting and looked at the flickering fire not far away. We drew our weapons, dismounted, and crept over. The two members of the Moverly family were working on how to peel the corpse, and Charles and I looked at each other, and the knife flew for a second.

I climbed over a hill again, and finally arrived, and I saw why this place was called a beaver cave, it was as rough as a beaver dug out! There was also a broken skinned corpse hanging at the entrance of the cave, and it was disgusting, I really don't know what those cannibals thought before they set their nest here.

I pouted, grabbed my shotgun and rushed in, hitting anyone I saw, Charles following closely behind, taking out the entire Moffrey family in the cave. In the deepest cage, we also found a girl who was half dead in fright, this girl had been captured by the Moverey family before, and all those who were caught with her were dead, and she was the only one left. I told Charles to go back to the camp and call someone, and I went and sent the poor girl home.

Her home is in Anissberg. When it was dawn, I sent the child away. She hugged her family and cried, her mother was so grateful that she wanted to pay me, and I waved my hand to buy some health care for the child.

Go out and look, yo, Mrs. Downs.

This old cousin has just gotten off work, and it seems that he has a conflict with the benefactor, pulling and pulling there. I stood by and watched for a while, and then she noticed me, and her face changed dramatically in an instant, as if she had hit a ghost, and I didn't know where the strength came from, so she broke free from the guest and ran away without looking back, showing me a lot of joy. The old man glanced at me, thinking that he had met a madman, and turned his head to leave, but I reached out and fished it back, facing the bright blade, and had to pour out all he knew about the situation of the Downs family.

Back then, Downs owed a lot of money for treatment, and when he was dying, he heard that people thought that he could go to heaven by doing some good deeds, thinking that people would die anyway, so he began to borrow money everywhere to do charity. Now he is indeed dead, and the debt falls on his family. Mrs. Downs couldn't do anything, she couldn't do laundry, weaving and cooking, so she had to come out to sell, and there was no one to protect her, and she was often bullied and forced by customers or defaulted on her debts.

Downs's son can't afford to go to school, and now he is working in the mines in the town, the work is very heavy, and the environment is poor, the young man is already thin, and his strength is small, and he often can't finish his work, and most of the customers Mrs. Downs picks up are miners, this kid can be said to be bullied in the mine, and is always ridiculed and ridiculed by his co-workers, and often beaten.

When I found out the source of the illness at St. Denis, I wanted to take revenge on my family. But now it seems that if I don't do it, this orphan and widow may end up even worse. Just now I saw that Mrs. Downs was obviously infected with willow disease, and how long could her son's small body last in the mine?

Leaning against the wall and lighting a cigarette, the smell of smoke choked me laughing and coughing.

After smoking a cigarette, throw the butt of the cigarette on the ground, dust off your clothes, and go back to camp!

When he arrived at the Beaver Cave and reported the situation to Ducky, he was chatting when the uncle led the squeaking Miss Molly back, saying that he had found her in the tavern of St. Denis. Molly was obviously drunk, and scolded Dutsy in public, listening to the beauty in my heart.

Good scolding! Support!

Of course, you have to get by on your face, and you can't just shout out what is in your heart. Bill and I put one arm around Ducky to prevent him from rushing up to stop Molly, and the others surrounded Molly's gossiping "persuasion", the main one was that everyone arched the fire and flames were high, so angry that Ducky's face turned blue, and I was holding back a smile on the side and holding back quite hard...

To be honest, although it is difficult for a Qing official to cut off family affairs, it is indeed wrong for Daqi to quarrel with this pair. If you are tired enough, you will suspect that other girls have a lot of things to do, and engage in family cold violence, how can this work? This time, let him be scolded and scolded, and it can be regarded as a lesson for everyone to teach him a lesson, so that he knows that the little girl needs to be loved and cared for, and it is not right for him to do this, and the two of them will get along in harmony in the future...

As a result, everyone was persuading, and Molly suddenly said, "I told them everything." ”

I let go of Ducky, and the scene suddenly became eerily quiet, except for Molly, who was still chattering there, not paying any attention to the serious faces of the crowd.

Who did you talk to?

Milton!Detective Pinkerton!I told them about your bank robbery, and I'll tell them later!I want them to kill you!

I used to love you, Ducky...

Ducky's hand reached for the holster, and I quickly stepped forward to grab him.

Calm down, Daqi, she's drunk now, talking drunk! At least wait for her to clear up...

Gunshots rang out.

Molly lowered her head slightly, looked at the broken flesh in her abdomen, and then looked up at Aunt Susan's shotgun and slowly fell.

She knows the rules, and you know them. Why stop Ducky, is there anything wrong?

Mrs. Grimshaw lowered her gun and said to me coldly.

I know a hook, *you horse, you're in such a hurry to kill?!

If you want to kill, at least ask the cause and effect before killing!?When did you start telling the secret?What did you say?How did you contact Pinkerton? I know?! Or do you know?!

Now that you don't know the fart, you're going to collapse the person and let Lao Tzu psychic?!

Mrs. Grimshaw was stunned for a few seconds, then turned and walked away, leaving behind a "She deserves to die".

I'm really beeping a beaver.

This gang is like this, everyone is very good, but most of them just don't have brains, and he can't figure it out when he encounters something. Saying that Ducky's leadership level is second, yes, it is true, but it is not as good as Ducky for others. Can you imagine John leading the team to work? That's not called work, that's called whole work...

It's actually okay to say that some lazy people can't say it, although he doesn't understand it, but he doesn't mess around, he doesn't add to the chaos, and when he meets someone with strong mobility...

That's it.

It's hard for you to talk about her, people have been diligent and diligent for so many years, and there is no major problem with their hands and feet, so this time they are too lazy.

And then the gang died a person, and I don't know if it's a good guy or a bad guy...

There are only a few of us in total, can we be willing to die like this?

Then he said that the ghost of Cha Nei is the ghost of Cha Nei, and now there is finally a clue, snap, broken.

Powerless, I'm powerless (sad)

Alas...

Go to the inner ghost of his horse, I'm going to save John.

Unfortunately, Sadie didn't find the boat and told me to wait a few days, and she came looking for me.

I went around the city and met the monk again. This time he was staying with an old nun who was teaching English to the Spanish hungry people he had rescued last time. He was glad to see me, and I went up to talk to them for a few words, but one of the little deflated people took the opportunity to touch the nun's cross. Anyway, there was nothing to do, I chased after it and snatched it back, and when I got it, I smiled, the little guy didn't have a good eye, and the cross was copper-clad and iron, and it was worthless. Look at the little thing and be pitiful, I threw him a few copper coins. When I got back, the old nun thanked me and said that the cross was a relic left to her by her mother, and that it was very precious to her.

I didn't expect this, according to her, this thing has been around for some years, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an antique, but I have a bad vision when I look at it this way.

These two people gave me a compliment, which made me feel uncomfortable. I found an excuse to slip away.

I didn't have time to dwell on it before, but now I'm free. After a few days of wandering around the city, I found that the city of St. Denis really hides a crouching tiger, there is a strong woman in the theater who can catch bullets with her mouth, and there is a strong woman who can slap me down, there is a scientist who invented a radio remote control torpedo ship, there is a "tadpole" who invented a "painless" electric chair to electrocute himself in public, and there is a painter who has slept with many wives... Well, forget about it, the most amazing thing is that I also caught a blood-sucking ghost!!

I saw some inexplicable graffiti on the wall, which seemed to point to something, and I followed the clues to a dirty alley where there was a vampire who was holding a drunken man by the neck. At first, I thought it was some kind of albinism cosplaying, until he almost stabbed me in the head, and I realized that this power and speed are definitely not something normal people can have.

After a terrible fight, I had a slight advantage and tied him upside down. After studying it carefully for a while, I found that the vampire's pointed ears and claws, as well as a pair of small bat wings, were all original. It is not afraid of the sun and garlic, but the relics of the church, knives and bullets can hurt it, and horses will be afraid when they see it, and it is probably a real thing.

I even let it bite me a few times. Although this guy is compared to the legendary vampires who are noble and elegant, live in ancient castles, and eat the blood of girls three times a day, they are one in the sky and one in the earth, but after all, the brain is still clear, the strength is not small, and the life span is long, and I have never heard of a vampire who died of tuberculosis in the past. Go back and give everyone another bite, everyone will live a long life together, and by the way, improve the overall combat effectiveness...

Unfortunately, this guy doesn't seem to know how to turn someone into a vampire, and I can't do it no matter how much I coerce and lure him. I asked the scientist I had helped before if there was any other way, and the scientist said that he was studying the direction of electromagnetism, and that he had to go to biology to solve this problem, and he didn't know what to do.

In fact, after being bitten by it, I did feel better, more physically strong, and a little stronger. But only the first time it worked, and the increase was quite limited, and most importantly, I didn't feel any reduction in my tuberculosis symptoms.

Carrying the vampire back to camp, I told everyone what I thought, and Pastor Swanson pumped it off the spot, and the others said that I was a little too extreme, and that they still wanted to be human. Only little Jack wanted to try it, but then he was dragged back by Abigail and beaten up.

A Gang of Racists (Annoyed)

You don't use it for me, but after a few days, I found it really useless to let it continue to bite me, alas.

Unload the mill and kill the donkey, and kill it. After all, I offended it so badly that it knew the location of our camp, in case it went out and wrote a report.

Sadie has received a letter and will set off by boat tomorrow morning to save John.

Abigail had said before that she was going to follow her to save John. Not only did I not take her with me, but I even deliberately found another reason to leave when I left.

John was still locked up, Sadie was outside, Ducky and Mika were out to find out again, and if the inner ghost knew I was gone, Pinkerton might take advantage of the camp when the guards were at their lowest.

But so I told Javier, who was on the night watch, that I should go around the woods and take a look around, and soon come back and get some protection outside the camp before leaving.

Let's hope nothing happens to the camp.

Taking advantage of the pre-dawn darkness, Sadie and I rowed a small boat to the prison. Early in the morning, the two of us landed on the island, crept up to the watchtower, killed the guards, and stood on a high place looking for John's traces. Sadie swept around with her binoculars and pointed to the farmland over there, "That's him!"

I shot three times in a row and broke the heads of three guards, and Sadie rushed over to see it, oh no, this man was not John. The last guard had just gone to the toilet and escaped, and when he came back to see his colleagues all lying on the ground and confused, he couldn't help but be shocked, and hurriedly raised his gun and pointed it at Sadie, but ignored me who arrived later.

The guard turned into a captive, and we escorted him to the prison fortress to get John out. This man seemed to have some status, and when he saw that we were holding him hostage, no one dared to stop him along the way, and when we reached the bottom of the city wall, we shouted, and they really promised to exchange John for us.

It's evil, this one we tied up casually is the warden's son?

Soon after, John arrived, and his weight looked only half as bad as before. We escorted the captives back to the boat slowly, and the boat sped away, leaving a group of guards to surround the frightened captives and ask for warmth.

Back to camp with half of John, it was already dusk, and thankfully, nothing went wrong. Abigail cried tears of joy and threw herself on John to keep him from letting go. John had not eaten two bites of breakfast before we had taken a beating, and now he was tired, hungry and weak. Seeing that he was about to be strangled to death by Abigail, I was about to separate them when Ducky came over with a black face.

Ducky said that this is what you said about going around and around? Who told you to save John? Do you understand the command? I said look at John's virtue, if he goes two days late, he won't have to be hanged, he will starve to death. Ducky said that our actions would attract Detective Pinkerton, and I touted his behavior of learning from the Brontë affair, and then said that we had a strict anti-tracking operation, and that Pinkerton had just killed dozens of people last week and was not so quick to refill the staff. Ducky said that I went out rashly to make the camp short of guards, and I said that I planted explosives at the entrance to the camp, and that everyone could be warned if they came.

Dutsy was furious, scolded me for being disloyal, and walked away, leaving me confused. I asked the uncle who was watching the excitement on the side, only to know that when Ducky and Mika came back, they were destroyed by a bomb that I don't know who planted...

Ah this,

I said why Daqi's face was so dark just now, it turned out to be smoked...

Sorry, my mine.

Bought two bottles of wine, beat three rabbits, and went to apologize to Ducky and Maika lying in the hospital bed. Ducky was clearly angry but took the rabbit anyway, and Mika was mummified in bandages, and Bill picked up the rabbit for him. I gave the last one to Abigail and let her stew it for John to replenish his body.

Ducky had wanted to rob Cornwall, but now he had to wait for Micah to recover. After this incident, I was a little embarrassed to face the two of them, and I planned to find a reason to stay outside for a while to avoid the limelight.