Survival begins with Red Dead Redemption 2

174 Chapter 173, coffee, purse and ditty

173,

Weapons and ammunition were repacked and loaded into wagons.

With the heavy package in his arms, Grant couldn't think of anything else. After declining Dai Pingan's invitation to take them to visit Armadillo Town, he took dozens of hired guards and set foot on the road back to Heishui Town. itinerary.

Today's sun has not yet set, and they can still go a long way if they are fast. After resting in the field for a night, they can rush back to Heishui Town before it gets dark tomorrow.At that time, there were only two days left before Dai Pingan agreed to meet.

Grant had to bring this news to that person earlier, after all, the sooner he went back, the sooner that person could be prepared.

I don't know if it's because the leather bag in my arms is too heavy, or because I have something on my mind. When I camped on the side of the road at night, Grant, who had been running all day, didn't sleep all night. In the end, he hugged his exhausted body. Back to Heishui Town.

By the time he settled everything and came to the center of the town alone with his leather bag in his arms, it was already completely dark.The street lamps on the side of the street were lit, and the dim light dispelled the darkness on the streets of the city, and also made Grant's walking figure waver on the wet ground.

Walking along the clean and tidy streets, passing by the bustling bars and theaters, he stopped at the door of the Pinkerton Detective Building, which was only one street away. After hesitating for a few seconds, he still knocked lightly for his future livelihood. knocker.

Inside, a guard soon opened the door to welcome him in. Two minutes later, he stood stiffly in front of a desk made of ebony wood.On the immaculate white lace tablecloth, a steaming cup of coffee has been prepared for a long time.

Grant made himself try not to pay attention to the cup of coffee on the table, and focused on the current president of Blackwater Town Bank, deputy manager of Pinkerton Security Company, and deputy mayor of Blackwater Town, who was holding the coffee and sitting opposite the table. — on Mr. Bette Robinson.

"He agreed?"

Accompanied by the soft sound of metal and porcelain colliding, the deputy mayor's young voice sounded from the opposite side:

"Yes, sir, as you expected, he actually agreed!"

Grant nodded excitedly:
"In three days, no, in two days, he will come to Armadillo in person to meet Sheriff Dunbar."

"well done!"

The deputy mayor smiled, and put the coffee and spoon in his hand on the table.

If anyone in the Closhangburg Barracks can stand here, they will be surprised to find that Mr. Bert Robinson, the new deputy mayor who has only been in office for a few days, has the same name as Colonel Beckett Robinson. The difference is that even their looks are exactly the same.

It's not a coincidence from heaven,

There are no twin brothers,

Because Robinson is still Robinson,

so bet,
It could be Beckett!
When Dai Pingan thought he had trapped Colonel Beckett in the west of New Austin, and offered a reward of [-] dollars as a bait, and was about to launch a large-scale hunt for unemployed people in Armadillo Town, he had already done so a few days ago. With a few letters added to his name, he easily became an important figure in control of Heishui Town's economy and military power.

This is the difference between people.

Dai Ping'an lost,
If you lose, you lose, and all your previous efforts are wasted and lost.

At that time, even if there is no complete body and a long-lasting stink, it can be regarded as a decent end. I am afraid that death will be wiped out, no one knows, and no one cares. Tumbleweed blown by the wind.

Colonel Beckett lost,
A comeback, a comeback, is simply as easy as pie,

Do not,
How could it be regarded as a comeback, people have never been down the mountain.This mountain was uncomfortable, and with a light step, he sat firmly on another mountain, still proudly looking high above, and stepped back on the one below in the way of Mount Tai pressing down on the top.

Wanted?
That was a pretense to fool Yamashita, not to mention it was fake, even if it was true, it would still be a joke in the eyes of others.

How about Grant, the agent of the French Hatchkiss Arms Company in the United States, a business that earns tens of thousands of dollars, it doesn’t matter if you come and go as you please, and you have to bring back the money you earn in the end .

"Mr. Robinson, you are so good at predicting things. The robber surnamed Dai really checked every box carefully. He didn't let go of every box of weapons and bullets. If you didn't remind me before leaving, I might not be able to go back. coming,"

Speaking of this, Grant, who hadn't slept all night, took advantage of this excitement to hold the leather bag that was still warm in his arms all the way and put it on the table:

"But that kid doesn't know that we have raised the price by [-]%. He can't afford not to suffer. It's been a long time since I've taken such a happy business. With so much money, you don't know how careful I was along the way. As soon as I came back, I rushed to send it here..."

Grant's voice became lower and lower, and he was so excited that he suddenly found Colonel Beckett on the opposite side staring at him coldly with disgust. A few specks of dust on the table.

The black and yellow dust was stuck on the white lace tablecloth, which was particularly conspicuous.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I can clean it up, right away, right away..."

He picked up the leather bag, but it was too late, the bag that had been traveling with him all day and night had already left a circle of black marks on the snow-white tabletop.

Grant stretched out his hand to clean up the dust on the tablecloth, but this was something he could do in a short time. However, the sand hadn't come out yet, but he was so anxious that he dripped yellow-brown beads of sweat up.

"Enough! Why panic, it's just a tablecloth, why are you so nervous?" Beckett said so, but the frown did not untie:

"Did he say anything else when you traded?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

In order to make up for his mistake just now, Grant didn't even dare to wipe the sweat dripping down his face, and recounted the conversation between him and Dai Ping'an verbatim, which finally made the contemptuous Colonel Beckett laugh out loud. sound:
"Start a war and earn more? Does he have the qualifications? Does he have the ability? Hmph."

While bowing his waist, Grant also laughed along with him, but the next moment, Colonel Beckett changed the sarcasm on his face and stared at him with scrutiny:
"What are you laughing at? Are you qualified to laugh? Do you think you are qualified?"

"No, I didn't, no, that's not what I meant."

"It's fine if it doesn't mean that. You have to remember that you can sell your garbage in this place because of the permission of our Robinson family. If we don't agree, you can't sell a hair of it!"

"Still starting a war, without our promise, you can't even breathe here, understand!"

"Yes, yes, I understand, without your blessing, I am nothing."

"It's good to understand. I will keep [-] later, and you can take the rest back to deal with the company."

"Sixteen thousand!?"

"What? Do you think [-] is a lot? Just because of the fact that you sold weapons and bullets to the gangster surnamed Dai, I can arrest you now as a gangster, understand!"

"But that's not..."

"It's not what it is," Colonel Beckett jumped up from his chair:

"Didn't you just say that you understood it, why did you forget it again! Is your head broken and moved to your buttocks? I let you off the crime of gangsters, is it more than [-]? From head to head Did I ask you for a dime? Huh? Shit!"

Colonel Beckett cursed angrily, and even sprayed Grant's face with saliva, while Grant, who was standing opposite, had a blank head.

Sixteen thousand!

That is, he can take away $[-].

Before he knocked on the door, he guessed that Colonel Beckett would get a lot of money this time, maybe 80.00% or [-]%, or June [-]th, but he didn't expect it to be so ruthless, he took [-]% directly.

four thousand dollars,

Even the cost of the twenty machine guns was not enough. You must know that he had installed five Hotchkiss rapid-fire guns before that, and this was not counting the pensions for those artillerymen who died at the hands of Dai Pingan. .

Maybe because he didn't sleep well for two days and one night, Grant felt that his head was turning very slowly at the moment, and it took him a long time to wake up from a daze. As a result, at the first sight, he saw Colonel Beckett so angry that he wanted to eat people. gaze.

"No, no, I was wrong, sir, thank you, thank you for your advice,"

Grant's head was still buzzing, but he still followed his instinct and lowered his head to the point where he couldn't lower it:

"Everything is my fault, thank you, thank you for your kindness."

The groveling Grant's submissive attitude finally persuaded Major Beckett to calm down and sit back.But just when he thought everything was over, Colonel Beckett stopped Grant, who wanted to turn around and leave.

"Now that you know you're wrong, drink it."

As he spoke, Colonel Beckett pointed to the much cold coffee in front of Grant:

"You have worked hard this trip, drink to warm your body."

"Do you want to drink?"

Grant's mind cleared up instantly, but his voice trembled instead.Seeing his hesitation, Colonel Beckett's tone softened a little:
"I know what you just said is the truth, and I believe you too, but, after all, you came back from there, didn't you? Drink it, it's good for you and good for me, understand!"

"Ming, understand, then I am here, drink now?"

Grant couldn't even speak quickly at this time, and finally aroused the impatience on the other side.

"Otherwise, when will you wait, hurry up."

"Yes, then I'll drink."

Picking up the coffee with trembling hands, the rich aroma mixed with some indescribable taste penetrated into his nostrils like two poisonous snakes, evoking some terrible memories in his mind.

Colonel Beckett looked at him with cold eyes, hesitated again and again, Grant gritted his teeth, and still raised his glass and drank it down.

Just as he was swallowing the coffee, the sound of a small spoon tapping lightly on the edge of the cup came from the opposite side of the desk.The crisp sound seemed to have some kind of magical power, and Grant, who had drunk coffee, fell asleep unconsciously.

The mind fell asleep, but the person was still standing straight, as if he had entered a state of sleepwalking.

Under the guidance of Colonel Beckett, Grant began to tell all the things he encountered along the way.Everything that could be remembered, or that was remembered but not recalled for a while, was uttered word by word in front of Colonel Beckett without reservation.

It was like drinking a large barrel of iced whiskey last night, and it was like someone knocked his head open in a dream. When Mr. Grant woke up from the endless illusion due to the severe head pain, the first thing he saw, It's already a sky full of bright moon.

Moving his stiff head to look left and right, the street lamp in the distance was like the moon in the sky, flickering on and off, making his eyes hurt.Before he could figure out what was going on, strong nausea rose from his stomach, and as a result, another puddle of acidic water was vomited onto his chest.

With this mouthful, Grant regained consciousness a lot.

His brain and stomach were still throbbing and painful, but the memories in his mind were like shattered stained glass. Under his desperate recollection, he pieced together the events before drinking coffee. up.

The next moment, he sat up suddenly from the ground and started searching around.In the end, after searching for a long time, I found the leather bag that was much deflated under my body.

I opened it and saw that there was still money in it, but after subtracting 2000 from the full [-] US dollars, it became [-] yuan.

"Hum..."

Grant smiled helplessly. This is the price, just like the cup of coffee that almost killed him just now. It is the price of seeking the protection of the Robinson family, gaining the trust of Mr. Beckett Robinson, and being able to do things for him.

He had already drank such coffee once a week ago,
The taste is delicious, and it can make people who drink it open their hearts without reservation, explain clearly what they have done in the past, and express their inner wishes clearly.

A cup of coffee not only surrenders one's handle, but also shows the sincerity of the heart, killing two birds with one stone.

It’s just that the side effects are unavoidably serious. One drink made him lie on the bed full of energy for three days. It’s a miracle that he can wake up alive after this drink, so why care about how much money is left?

The price was harsh and heavy, but if he hadn't been released and used as a tool to plot against Dai Ping'an, he probably wouldn't have been able to grab this opportunity.

After resting on the hard ground for a while, Mr. Grant struggled to get up and staggered towards the direction where the street lights were on.

When the cold and damp sea breeze woke up his head, he realized that the place where he was lying just now was a certain alley in Heishui Town, and he walked back to the main street of Heishui Town without knowing it. superior.

It was difficult to determine the time at this time, but Grant was alone on the cold street, and the buildings on both sides had already fallen into darkness, and even the colorful lights of the Blackwater Town Theater that would be on until late at night were also extinguished.The bright yellow street lights were still on, dragging Grant's lonely shadow out on the cold street.

Holding on to his extremely exhausted body, which was about to collapse in the next moment, the hungry and cold Mr. Grant dragged his heavy and staggering steps towards the outside of the town, but within a few steps, he noticed that his throat was about to smoke. Restoration of the Blackwater Town bar that hasn't been there for a month.

The originally bustling bar had already closed, leaving only a little light in the depths of the bar, reflecting the hazy light through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Where there is light, there are people, and there are people who have water.

Two thousand dollars can't buy an advanced rapid-fire gun, nor can it exchange for ten heavy machine guns, but it's still no problem to break open the door of a bar.By the time Mr. Grant wanted to understand this, he had already hit the door with his heavy body.

The door was still unlocked, and the result was that Grant fell to the bar floor.

When he got up again, he found that there were only three people in the dim bar hall, a bartender, standing deep in the bar; a musician, playing with the piano under the dim light; and a waiter, closing the door After that, he helped the limp Mr. Grant to the edge of the bar.

"Water, give me water."

Mr. Grant, who was leaning on the bar and barely propped up his body, slapped a huge five-dollar bill on the table.

The power of money quickly made him feel the nourishment and coolness from the source of life. After drinking five cups in a row, he felt alive again.

Lifting his heavy eyelids, he noticed something abnormal in the bar after being reborn——

The quietness in the dark bar was terrifying. Although there were only a few of them, it felt as if dozens of pairs of eyes were secretly staring at him!
At the bar, the bartender with a pale face did not take away the huge amount of banknotes, but stood close to the wine cabinet behind after finishing pouring water, as if there was some terrifying threat behind Grant outside the bar .

Just then, the piano behind him suddenly sounded.

It was the musician who was playing, but the sound from the piano was extremely unpleasant. Grant, who was startled, thought it was because of his headache at first, but after shaking his head, he realized that it was not the case.

It's not his fault, nor the piano's problem, but the musician's fault in playing.Stiff fingers intermittently pressed down the keys one by one, let alone beginners, it was as if they had never learned.

What made him even more unexpected was that the other party could actually hum along with the incongruous piano sound:
"Oh, Susannah,

don't you cry for me

I'm from Alabama,
With my beloved banjo. "

Even humming, those two sentences were repeated over and over again, but the familiar voice caused Mr. Grant to collapse directly from the chair to the ground.

"you you……"

Pointing at the back of the musician, Grant couldn't say a second word for a long time. He even hoped that the side effects of that cup of coffee hadn't passed yet.But whether it was the sore knee or the cold floor of the bar, they all told him that all this was not an illusion.

At this moment, the musician, who couldn't bear to hear himself, finally stopped, hummed the ditty "Oh, Susanna", and slowly turned his head to Grant. Under the dim light, he showed a serious expression on his face. Smile:

"Sorry, I just learned this piece, please forgive me."

"You... you are not two days... when did you come?"

Seeing Dai Pingan appearing in front of him, Grant, who almost bit off his tongue, finally spoke.

"As for me, I have been following you all the time, and I am only half an hour behind you, Mr. Grant. As for them, "

While speaking, Dai Pingan pointed to the dark second floor of the bar:
"It's been a few days."

　Thanks to the nine editors of the starting point - Penglai, for staying up late and working overtime for your support, it's hard work

　　
　
(End of this chapter)