Survival begins with Red Dead Redemption 2

Chapter 118 117, bullets, old wounds and triggers

117,

To the east of the Chinese labor camp, there is a lake called Don Julio Lake.

The name is a bit of a mouthful, and I don't know who came up with it, and the area of ​​the lake is as big as the name, almost to the extent that it can accommodate a dozen armadillo towns.

Even with a telescope, it is impossible to see whether there is anyone standing on the other side of the lake.

Lake Don Julio is rich in fish, but few people come here to fetch water, let alone fish, not only because there are giant catfish in the lake that are said to be able to drag fishermen down and eat Important The water quality of this lake is bitter and yellow, it is difficult to drink, and it is worse than unsweetened coffee.

Even the Chinese who wash clothes for a living in the Chinese labor camp would rather travel several times longer to go to the farther bank of the St. Louis River than come here. After all, if the clothes are washed yellow, they will not only lose money, but may also die.

On the south side of the inaccessible Don Julio Lake, which is the deepest part of the lake, there is a collapsed abandoned hut.No one would have guessed that the basement beneath the ruins was the real room of the hut.

This is the hiding place James Langton set up for himself in New Austin, and now this hiding place belongs to Dai Pingan and the others.It is both concealed and safe. Apart from the inconvenient use of water and the inability to light a fire for cooking, it can't be better.

In the back room of the basement, half of the candle on the candlestick gave off a faint light. In a place where the candlelight couldn't reach, Dai Pingan was wrapped in a blanket and rubbed the yellow bullet.

The news of the attack on the Closhang Fort barracks has already spread in the land of Cactus Qingquan.

Five or six hundred gangsters from the Howling Wolf gang came out in full force, how could it not attract the attention of the locals.The menacing Mexicans originally wanted to take advantage of the emptiness inside the Buchanburg military camp and launch a surprise attack before dawn, but they underestimated Colonel Beckett's caution and underestimated the firepower of the Buchanbao military camp.

More than a dozen Maxim machine guns were lined up on the wall of the Buchanbao barracks, and the Mexicans were unable to fight back when they charged.No matter how fast the horse was riding, it could not keep up with the speed of the bullets. Coupled with the precise marksmanship of the soldiers on the city wall, the gangsters of the Howling Wolf Gang could only flee in a hurry after leaving more than 100 dead bodies.

So the secret of the Chinese people became the secret of Colonel Beckett alone.

There are only permanent interests, but no permanent friends. The so-called cooperation has always been a temporary compromise.

The attack on the mayor was originally a trap of mutual calculation:

Colonel Beckett wants Mayor Barry's life so he can take control of Armadillo; Mayor Barry wants to know Colonel Beckett's secret so he can profit from it.The two sides have been planning secretly, but because of Dai Ping'an's appearance, the plan was carried out ahead of schedule.

As a result, everything went back to the beginning.

What is the secret that is so attractive, Dai Ping'an is puzzled.He is just an ordinary person who wants to live. He doesn't have so many twists and turns in his mind, and he can't figure out what the secret is.

That's right, Dai Ping'an's goal is to live well.

There are always people who feel that their life has no purpose and no meaning. In fact, it is because they can’t think about it. As long as they lose some things they have but have not cherished, they will know where their goals and meaning are.

The meaning of life is not to live, this sentence is true, but if you can't even live, how can you talk about the so-called meaning.

Except for sporadic memories, Dai Pingan can't remember anything related to himself, and even his name is borrowed from others, so after sinking and rising from the edge of death again and again, the purpose and meaning of his life is Live well.

That's why he didn't care about Hei Erqing's behavior of not making a move.

Don't say that he himself identified the wrong person, and he didn't give Hei Erqing a chance to react at all. Even if He Erqing reacted, so what, he pulled a few people as backers and was shot to death randomly?This is of no help to his escape, death is meaningless, it is better to live well.

Speaking of himself, when he realizes his goal of living a good life, he will also do other things to adjust his mood.

For example, to avenge the real Dai Pingan, to kill Mr. Robinson's family;

Help Mrs. Downs and his son to live steadily, and let them have no worries about food and clothing;
Feiying's father, who is the leader of the tribe, doesn't like him, so it's not impossible to pass the position of chief to Feiying;
Another thing is to untie the knot in my heart so that Arthur, a bastard, can have a different ending.

That's why they came all the way to Armadillo Town, looking for a chance to cure Arthur's tuberculosis, and also to cure their old nosebleeds.But the farther he goes on this road, the more people around him he wants to live a good life.

Wang Duan, the Hei brothers, Leicester, Huang Feihong, and the dozen or so Chinese laborers who followed them all the way and survived, as well as the hundreds of Chinese people whose whereabouts are unknown, headed by Yan Xiaoguo.

Why are they caught?
What is the value of hundreds of Chinese people? Even if hundreds of people are skinned or used as slaves, they can't squeeze out much oil and water.

Why keep them?

Rather than trapping them, it would be more convenient to shoot them all, throw them into the river like the Indian tribes, or dig a big hole and bury it and fill it up.Why do you have to write to the mayor of Valentine, who is thousands of miles away, to contact the prisoner.

The same is the mayor, why the mayor of Barry, who is close at hand, doesn't know anything, and the mayor has to do everything possible to figure it out.

There were so many reasons, so many that he almost forgot his original purpose and meaning.

live?
How to survive?
Survive at someone else's gunpoint?
The warhead of that bullet shone golden in the dim candlelight, like a piece of gold.

This is a bullet that almost penetrated into his head. If you are lucky, it will pass through a hole and bring out a cloud of blood; if you are unlucky, it will hit the hard skull first and be deformed. , whirled and exploded in the cavity.

Until now, Dai Ping'an can still remember that smell, even though he has taken off his clothes, he can still smell the bowl of red bean curd slowly solidifying and drying on his mask.

It was the smell of fear, so frightened that he couldn't even grab the gun in his hand, he could only watch helplessly as the barrel of the gun pointed at him gradually emerged from the mist.

At that moment, he felt that the double-action revolver he was holding weighed as much as a thousand catties.

He was afraid.

That revolver is on the table now.

Picking up the empty gun, Dai Pingan put the golden bullet into the cylinder, flicked it lightly, and under the lubrication of the gun oil, the tail end of the bullet in the runner drew a golden track, and was thrown into the gun. inside.

Pushing aside the hammer, Dai Pingan slowly raised the pistol, then turned back and pointed it at himself.

There is no one-sixth probability, and the bullet nest exposed on both sides of the gun body is empty;

There is no one-half chance, with his eyesight, he can clearly see the golden color deep in the barrel.

A qualified gunner should know where the bullet stays in his gun without looking with his eyes.

It was as if a mysterious switch had been turned on, and the gun in his hand became difficult to hold again, so that Dai Pingan had to hold the handle of the gun with both hands, and put his forehead against the muzzle of the gun to keep the barrel stable.

His thumb stuck into the trigger guard. The trigger, which he was so familiar with and could be fired with a light touch, now burned his finger like a red-hot branding iron, making him hesitate to pull it down.

As if he had returned to the foggy dense forest again, the smelly mask was pressed on his face again, making him unable to breathe.He opened his eyes wide, but there was only a thick, dark white mist and a looming figure in front of him.

Accompanied by the faint sound of breathing, a yellow bullet floated up from the mist, spun around, and shot at his forehead little by little.

He wanted to avoid it, but his head was held in place by the mask, and the gun in his hand was too heavy to lift, and the trigger in the guard seemed to be welded dead. Can't buckle down.

What's the point of living for a gunman who can't even pull the trigger.

"dong dong dong"

"Please come in."

San De pushed open the door, and Huang Feihong, who was invited, walked in.

"I'm sorry, I have to trouble Master Huang to make this trip in person, please sit down."

The dim environment made Huang Feihong frowned, he stopped at the door, and walked in after finding nothing unusual inside.

Ignoring Dai Ping'an's greeting, Huang Feihong who entered the room was the first to ask questions.

"You did what happened at noon?"

At noon today, a luxuriously decorated but unmanned carriage, drawn by horses, stopped in the middle of the main street in Armadillo Town.

The residents of Armadillo Town recognized that it was the car of Mayor Barry. The dense bullet marks on the body and the dried blood at the bottom of the door all heralded the coming of bad news.When the police came and boldly opened the car door, a mass of black flies sprayed out with a "buzzing" sound, and then two or three human heads rolled out.

The situation in the car made the people who had just had lunch throw up.

In the spacious and luxurious compartment, dozens of corpses were piled up after being violently folded and forced into them.In the end, some corpses really couldn't fit in, so they cut off their heads and stuffed them into the gaps in the corpses.

These corpses were the guards of the mayor of Barry, and a large part of them came from Armadillo Town.When their bodies were seized by the police and placed on the ground one by one, heart-piercing cries quickly spread throughout the town.

Only then did the police notice a Bowie hunting knife nailed to the back of the carriage, with a large line of blood writing underneath:
"The price of disobedience!"

When hearing the news, Huang Feihong's first reaction was that it must have something to do with Dai Ping'an again. It happened that Hei Sande came to invite him again, so he picked up the medicine box and followed him angrily.

"It turned out to be that thing. I did the thing, but!" Dai Pingan lifted the blanket on his head, and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead:
"Master Huang, don't worry, listen to me, I did the things, but I didn't kill the people. I just can't bear to watch their corpses exposed in the wilderness, so I help transport the corpses back, so that their souls return to their hometowns, and the fallen leaves return to their roots. "

"You can't bear it either?"

Huang Feihong snorted coldly and sat down.Dai Ping'an didn't need to hide from him about murder, nor did he bother to hide it from him.

"You can't say that, Master Huang. If I had the heart to watch others suffer, you wouldn't owe me four lives. By the way, what about Arthur and the others?"

"Arthur's cough has subsided, and Miss Mary has woken up, but the root cause of their illness is still there. My prescription can only be to strengthen their bodies. Their illness still needs to be overcome by themselves."

Speaking of the patient, Huang Feihong's expression softened a lot.

"As long as there is a way, at least you don't have to wait for death. I can rest assured that their illnesses will be handed over to Master Huang." Dai Ping'an smiled softly:
"In other words, you still owe me two lives."

"What do you want to do?"

"What I can do, of course, is to ask Master Huang to cure a disease. As long as you help me treat a person, the debt you owe me will be written off."

"Who?"

"I."

Dai Pingan took off the black blanket, revealing his naked upper body.Under the dim candlelight, under the pale skin was black and blue like a corpse, which was indescribably weird.

Without giving Huang Feihong a chance to refuse, across the table, Dai Pingan directly put his right arm in front of Huang Feihong.

"bring it on."

"If I refuse."

"Boom!"

A double-action revolver hit the table, and under Huang Feihong's surprised gaze, Dai Pingan pushed the pistol in front of him.

"You can also help me directly." Dai Ping'an dropped the gun, pointing the handle at Huang Feihong: "I said before, I'm willing to die in your hands."

Huang Feihong looked down at the pale arm, then at the pistol with the hammer pushed aside, and looked up at Dai Pingan.

"Are you blackmailing me?"

"It's not a threat, it's just that I'm a little upset and can't think about it."

Dai Pingan grinned grimly:
"I took a life from someone else's gun, and I'm a little timid. I want to heal my body and get the place back. If it can't be cured, I don't know what to do next. I beg you Give it a good time."

Huang Feihong didn't believe a word of what Dai Ping'an said, and finally he snorted coldly and put his finger on Dai Ping'an's wrist.

"You are a little..."

Huang Feihong, who had just entered the state, changed his expression, and pulled Dai Ping'an's other wrist and knocked on it.

"Why are you so stupid!"

"Am I... false?"

"Have you been injured here?"

Following his arm, Huang Feihong focused his gaze on the center right of Dai Pingan's abdomen, where there was a faint scar.

"I have suffered gunshot wounds, knife wounds, and explosions."

"No, that's not the question."

Letting go of his wrist, Huang Feihong poked the scar with his finger.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Not to mention the pain, Dai Pingan didn't feel anything at all.

"What about this, does it hurt?"

Huang Feihong changed his position again and poked hard, but still shook his head.After changing several acupoints in a row, the strength became heavier and heavier, but Dai Ping'an still didn't feel any pain. On the contrary, Huang Feihong's face turned greener and greener.

Finally, Huang Feihong gave up groping, turned around, opened the medicine box and took out a silver needle. The silver needle was so thin that it was almost invisible, but it was a foot long, and then pierced along the scar.

With a "plop", Dai Pingan fell to his knees on the ground.

Even though he was prepared in his heart, the piercing pain still made him lose control of his body.Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. Gritting his teeth, Dai Ping'an turned his head and showed Huang Feihong a twisted smile.

"That's the problem, Master Huang, how can you cure it."

Huang Feihong did not speak, but pulled out the silver needle that had been pierced into his body at once. The moment the silver needle left the body, Dai Ping'an's body softened to the ground.

After a while, after taking a breath, he struggled and staggered up from the ground.

"Why don't you talk, Master Huang, you won't be stumped, will you?"

Dai Pingan, who was still trembling slightly, smiled and sat back in his seat.In fact, his question was completely superfluous. Huang Feihong's gloomy face and silent attitude had already explained everything.

"You broke a rib."

"Oh?"

"The broken ball pierced your liver, and your liver blood may be black." Huang Feihong looked up at Dai Pingan: "I don't know how you survived."

"So it is."

Compared with Huang Feihong with a serious face, Dai Pingan, who had finally recovered from the pain, was much more relaxed.He looked at Huang Feihong and sneered:

"That is to say, you can't see this disease. You think it's a big deal. I can just find a western doctor. Then I can have an operation to take out the bone."

Facing the ridicule, Huang Feihong didn't show any impatience, but a little more regret that he couldn't express:
"It's been too long, your liver and bones have grown together, I don't know why you are still alive, but as soon as they are separated, you will immediately die of hemorrhage, you simply..."

"Snapped!"

Dai Pingan slapped the table with a slap:
"Huang Feihong! I've been putting up with you for a long time. Do you have any medical ethics? If you can't cure the disease, it's fine, so you can't say something nice."

This slap finally made Huang Feihong react. He looked at Dai Pingan carefully:

"Did you believe me when I told you?"

"I...then how long can I live?"

"How long..." This question made Huang Feihong a little embarrassed: "Actually, you are still alive, so it is rare."

"Does that mean I deserve to die then?"

After getting Huang Feihong's affirmative answer, Dai Pingan kept the door open:
"roll!"

Huang Feihong left helplessly. As soon as the door closed, Dai Pingan picked up the pistol on the table and aimed it at his head.

This time, without any pressure, Dai Pingan could finally pull the trigger.

"Bah!"

(End of this chapter)