Survival begins with Red Dead Redemption 2

Chapter 119 118 , Annoying Sheriff
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The sound of gunfire rang out in the dull basement, making everyone's ears ring.

As a doctor, Huang Feihong, who was used to seeing life and death, immediately guessed what happened in the room behind him.

It's not that he didn't notice Dai Ping'an's abnormality, but Dai Ping'an has been eccentric and moody for not once or twice, and he really didn't expect the other party to be really upset.

When he turned around and rushed into the back room with Hei Sande and others, the smoking pistol fell into a pool of blood. Under the faint candlelight, the shirtless Dai Pingan had collapsed on the chair.Looking up along the weakly hanging arms, leaning on the back of the chair, his bloody head was raised high, his mouth was slightly opened, and his two eyes were staring at the darkness above.

Huang Feihong wanted to step forward to investigate, but Hei Sande grabbed his right wrist:

"Master Huang, we follow Master Dai and have always been very respectful to you, but should you give us an explanation for what happened today?"

"What did you tell Master Dai?"

Wang Dali also leaned over from the other side, and his big hands pinched Huang Feihong's left arm.

Just as Huang Feihong was about to explain something, there was already a dark wind blowing in the back of his head.Duan Tianlei hooked his hands like eagle claws, and grabbed his shoulders. As long as he grasped firmly, half of Huang Feihong's two arms would be wasted.

"Don't do anything, listen to Master Huang's explanation first!"

Hei Erqing, who was following behind, shouted to try to make everyone stop, but it was too late.And Bill Williamson, who was standing behind him, had already "clicked", loaded the bursting shotgun, and aimed the gun at everyone.

"Snapped!"

A scorpion swayed its tail, and Duan Tianlei behind him was kicked out and hit Bill's body;

"Oh!"

The shotgun bullets hit the ceiling, shaking the dust to the ground;
"Hey!"

As soon as the two arms competed, Hei Sande and Wang Dali collided heavily, and Hei Sande was sent flying by the powerful Wang Dali;
"Ouch!"

Although Wang Dali didn't let go, he lost his balance, and Huang Feihong raised his foot to hook him, and fell sideways on Hei Sande's body.

Huang Feihong who escaped rushed towards the outside, but at this moment only Hei Erqing was standing in front of him.

"Master Huang..."

Hei Erqing didn't make a move, he still wanted to explain, but Huang Feihong knocked him aside, but after such a delay, Duan Tianlei, who had rolled to the door, kicked his leg and closed the door.

Moving the fingers of his hands, Duan Tianlei slowly stood up to block the door, while Wang Dali and Hei Sande also took advantage of this time to turn over and surrounded Huang Feihong in the center again with the momentum of encircling all sides.

Duan Tianlei was in front, Wang Dali was on the left, Hei Sande was on the right, and behind him was Dai Pingan who stood up unsteadily at some point.

A finger-wide blood groove was attached to the left side of Dai Pingan's skull, leading from the corner of the eye to the back of the head. Among the bloody wounds, the bloodshot bones were clearly visible.

Under everyone's shocked eyes, Dai Ping'an raised his hand to wipe away the black blood from his mouth and nose, walked up to Huang Feihong step by step, and raised his finger to the wound on his finger.

"Did you see that?"

Huang Feihong looked at the bleeding wound, then at Dai Pingan's suppressed eyes, and nodded:

"Saw."

"Don't you want to know how I survived?" Dai Pingan stepped forward and said in Huang Feihong's ear:

"I,

That's how you survived,

Ha ha……"

After speaking, Dai Pingan smiled lightly, turned around and opened the door and walked out, but for some reason, Huang Feihong heard incomparably presumptuous and crazy in this chuckle.

Night came,

Armadillo town has become a place of crying and mourning, and corpses wrapped in white cloth are parked in the cemetery of the Black Duck Church a few kilometers east of the town.

The bodies hadn't been buried yet, so too many people died at once, not to mention the coffins were too late to build, no one could dig out so many graves overnight.And most of the men in the town participated in the parade the day before yesterday. Among those who came back alive, the few with the least injuries still had their arms hanging.

The coffin may not be filled, but the grave must be dug. All the corpses must be buried as soon as possible. The flies coiled around the white cloth have not dispersed from the beginning to the end. If the corpses are not buried tomorrow, the scene will become even more embarrassing .

The sheriff, who was recuperating at home, finally couldn't hide anymore. Through the relationship of the road guard team, he hired dozens of Chinese laborers from the Chinese labor camp.It stands to reason that the cemetery of the Black Duck Church is their sacred place and cannot be defiled by outsiders, but at this time, no one wants to care about it anymore.

The Chinese laborers worked in full swing, and as they waved their picks and shovels, adult-sized tombs gradually took shape.After patrolling around, the sheriff asked his officers to continue guarding, while he carried a lantern and walked towards Armadillo Town alone.

The closer you get to Armadillo Town, the more clearly you can hear the whimpering and wailing in the darkness. Armadillo Town in the sound of crying is like a monster hiding in the dark, unknowingly devouring everyone who walks in. As a result, the sheriff's footsteps became more and more faltering.

A few policemen patrolling the intersection of the town thought the sheriff was still injured, and planned to step forward to help him, but he refused. After telling them to keep an eye on the movement outside the town, the sheriff insisted on being alone, and staggered back to the house.

His wife went to take care of his injured friend. He was alone in the room, and the sheriff did not turn on the light. Instead, he opened the iron lock on the study door with a lantern and walked in.

The sheriff never allowed anyone to enter his study, so no one knew that the most valuable thing in the sheriff's house was not gold and silver jewelry, jewelry and cash, but a state-of-the-art wireless transmitter.

Mayor Barry spent a lot of money to buy this some time ago, so that even if it is thousands of miles away, he can still grasp any troubles in Armadillo Town.

When the appointed time came, the sheriff sent out the matter of the carriage and the corpse via telegram. I don't know if it hadn't been maintained for a long time.

Soon, the other side also sent back a message, the same eight words as before:

Stand still and wait for the opportunity.

The telegram was still the same, but the night outside the window was not as peaceful as it used to be.The sound of sobbing still lingered in the Sheriff's ears all the time, but all he could do was sigh and burn the paper with the contents of the telegram on the lamp.

At this moment, there was a knock on his door.

"Who's at the door?"

After locking the study, the sheriff hid behind the door with a lantern and a pistol and asked outside.

"Hi, it's me, Peel."

The sheriff breathed a sigh of relief. The man he knew was the leader of the passenger convoy.On the way here, the convoy was attacked by "those people", and they stopped temporarily in Armadillo Town.

Since the parade was beaten back, Peale has been pestering the sheriff, hoping that the Armadillo Town Police Department can send someone to escort them to Tumbleweed Town further west, and the other party has given him some oil and water for this.

But at this moment, the sheriff, who is full of lawsuits, can't take care of him. He came up and knocked on the door so late tonight. Needless to say, it must be that kind of thing.

Slightly opened a crack in the door, and found that the other party was following someone else, the police chief professionally became vigilant again:
"who are they?"

"This is my assistant Lester, and this is my bodyguard Billy," said Peel, carefully looking around, and then weighed the bag in his hand:

"Today's incident is too scary. I really dare not come out alone at night. Mr. Sheriff, can you let us go in first?"

The distraught sheriff wanted to refuse tonight, but after looking at the bulging leather bag, he still made way to open the door.

The three filed in, and soon the lights in the sheriff's room dimmed.

　I'd rather stop the update, and I don't want to talk nonsense. As for the grades, I'll do whatever I want

　　
　
(End of this chapter)