Survival begins with Red Dead Redemption 2

Chapter 176 Chapter 175, The Second Order
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According to Grant's reaction, it can be confirmed that there is no problem with the batch of weapons sent back to Armadillo Town, but this made Dai Pingan even more confused about the purpose of Colonel Beckett's doing so.There must be some conspiracy in it, but Dai Pingan couldn't figure it out.

People who are better than you are not scary, what is scary is that people who are better than you work harder and smarter than you.

This is also an important reason why Mayor Barry and Colonel Beckett cannot be compared.

One has been bound hands and feet, and has become a prisoner; while the other is not only still in control of the situation, but even has a new plan that people can't figure out.

But tonight, Colonel Beckett tried too hard,
His method of collecting money is too rough, he doesn't look like a son of a family, and compared with the gangsters blocking the way, he has a little more dignity to hide his shame.It also allowed Dai Pingan to find the weakness that Colonel Beckett had just emerged in the fog.

Short of money.

Dai Pingan had no way of knowing the purpose of sending the weapons back to Armadillo Town, and even if he returned overnight at this moment, it would not be considered a remedy after a late disaster.

Rather than being led by the nose, it is better to believe that you have read the right person.

Leave Arthur Morgan in Armadillo Town, leave the Chinese labor camp to Li Jiayuan, and stay in Heishui Town for the newly appointed mayor of Bate to celebrate by demolishing each other's houses.

"Mr. Grant, are you sure that the weapon you sold me is all right?"

"No problem, definitely no problem, I swear on the name of our company and my family!"

"Very well, my money is fine, and your goods are fine. What does this mean? It means that although there are some other factors in it, our first transaction was a success. Then, Mr. Grant, are you interested in starting Our second deal?"

"Second transaction?"

"Remember what I told you before."

"Start a war and earn more? But there is no war here, and no one needs my weapons."

"That's why we have to develop the market and invest. Also, compared with guns and bullets, fear is our best weapon. For example, what do you think our Mayor Bet is most afraid of now? "

"No money?"

Grant immediately thought of the crux of the problem, but then he shook his head:
"That's impossible! Mr. Bate is the new president of the bank. His room is above the bank. Similarly, his money is also stored in the bank in Blackwater Town. But do you know how many people are guarding there? ? It’s like a barracks!”

Before he knew it, Grant had already joined Dai Ping'an's side:
"It's impossible to rob a bank successfully, Mr. Day, please don't forget, this is not Armadillo Town!"

"Of course I know that this is not Armadillo Town. It is because it is not Armadillo Town that we can succeed." As he spoke, Dai Pingan looked up proudly and looked up:
"I'm right, Mr. Yan, the rest will depend on you."

Following Dai Pingan's line of sight, Grant also looked up upstairs, but except for the empty second floor of the bar, there was only a dark roof,

Just vaguely, he seemed to hear a cold snort, coming from the top of his head.

The hard night is finally over,
Compared with Armadillo Town, which is blocked by the Hennigan Heights to the east, Blackwater Town, which is close to Lake Iron, can feel the light brought by the sunrise earlier.

When most people were still sleeping in their dreams, the sun leaping out of the lake had surpassed the lit street lamps and became the main light that illuminated those who hadn't slept.For example, the workers who cleaned the streets, the police who patrolled all night, and the Pinkerton detective who temporarily acted as a guard at the Blackwater Bank.

Guards and detectives, there are some obvious differences between the two, but when the bank's president and the deputy manager of the Pinkerton Company are the same person, the identities of the following people will inevitably overlap.

As a result of this, the Blackwater Town Bank, which is located next to the Blackwater Town Theater and just across the street from the police station and the Pinkerton Detective Company, has changed from being heavily guarded to being impenetrable today.

During the day, Detective Pinkerton stood guard inside and outside the bank where people came and went, and even at night, there were still two people standing guard outside the gate made of pig iron.

Anyone who has survived the night knows that the coldest time is when the night is about to pass, and the most difficult time is also when the sun is about to rise.

It was already bright on the street, and one or two pedestrians began to walk in the mist condensed by water vapor, but the colleagues who replaced them would have to wait another hour before appearing.

Waiting is a kind of torture.

At this moment when seconds are like years, nothing is more valuable than a cigarette, if there are, it is two.

Coincidentally, after a long and boring wait all night, there were only two cigarettes left on the two of them.

After looking around and confirming that the chief could not appear at this time, the two people guarding the bank's gate got together.

Each one held a cigarette in his mouth, one took out a match, and the other lowered his head.

After standing in the mist all night, the things in the pockets of the clothes were inevitably a little damp, and I didn't row twice in a row.

Until the third strike, the bright red flame burst into the head of the match with a "squeak", and while putting his hands together and sending it out, the person who struck the match frowned slightly:
"Did you hear anything?"

"No, what's the sound?"

The other person was lowering his head, waiting for the rising flames in front of his eyes to fall back, but he didn't hear anything.

"Could it be that my ears got it wrong?"

"Of course you heard it wrong. As long as you save two visits to the brothel, you won't ask such a stupid question."

The rekindled flames dyed the tight shreds of tobacco in the paper roll red,

The other person who took a deep breath didn't even notice the cold wind blowing from the top of his head, and he was still chattering and joking.

Then, he saw the flame on the matchstick burning from one end to the other with his own eyes, and the companion who lit the cigarette for him didn't even say a word.

"Is this angry?"

He raised his head in surprise, only then did the warm and violent raindrops hit his head and body.

Another second passed,

When the cigarette fell from his mouth to the ground, the headless corpse fell to the ground with a "bang" amidst another person's horrified roar.

The exclamation caught the attention of everyone present, and some people were awakened from their dreams, but when they pushed open the window and poked their heads out to curse, they saw people surrounded by the bank entrance.

In broad daylight, a person's head suddenly disappeared, but what they didn't know was that this was just the beginning.

(End of this chapter)