Survival begins with Red Dead Redemption 2

206 Chapter 205, time is up
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Unlike the rolling yellow sand in Armadillo Town, the heat in Blackwater Town in the afternoon is more like a sauna.

At the time of the day when the temperature was the highest, the gusts of sea breeze blowing from the east did not bring much coolness to the place. Instead, under the scorching sun, an unbearable heat wave rose up.

The humid and sultry air, the oppression that is difficult to breathe, and the unusually quiet atmosphere in the north, no matter which one is, it will be a torment for the residents of Heishui Town who were driven to the south of the city.

Those who endured as hard as they did were the cavalry armed with guns ambushing in the dark around the square of Heishui Town, even though they had already set up a heavy siege, completely enclosing the building in the center of the square.The scorching sun hung above their heads, but the death of their comrades-in-arms had been hanging over everyone's minds like a shadow over the past few days. Coupled with the order not to shoot lightly, they felt the urgency of today's action while waiting impatiently. unusual.

But compared with Colonel Crowe, who was standing on the roof of the Pinkerton Building and staring at the government building across the square with a telescope, these people are all happy—if ignorance can be considered a kind of happiness.

Neither the residents of Heishui Town who were trapped in the south nor the cavalrymen who had ambushed below had no idea what this strange and inexplicable silence meant, let alone what would happen next. With the help of the Robinson family, Colonel Crowe, who climbed to his current position step by step, knows everything.

This is also the reason why the two were both colonels, but after receiving a telegram from Colonel Beckett, he had to privately mobilize more than a thousand cavalry to start south from the north of West Elizabeth to "suppress bandits".

This kind of thing has happened before, even if the number of people transferred this time is too large and the staff has been seriously reduced, he still believes that the Robinson family behind it has a way to cover it up.

Suppressing bandits, there is no one who is not dead,

Whether it is his soldiers or the hostages "held" by the bandits, no matter how many people die, as long as there are suitable personnel to submit suitable reports, everything can be resolved.

But today is different, because people are different, just like Colonel Beckett and him,

Even though he was far away in the northern barracks in West Elizabeth, he knew the importance of the two names of Mr. Amos Lansing and Mr. Philip Leclerc, who controlled most of Blackwater Town.

Although Colonel Beckett, who is now the mayor of Beit, said that everything had been arranged when he gave the order, the brass binoculars he was holding in his hand and used to observe the opposite had already started to heat up under the scorching sun. , but the colonel still has no intention of letting go.

It's not because of any nervousness, but because of his caution.

Just because he understands the weight behind those two names, he must do a clean job on today's matter, so that in the future, if it is so clean, it will never be found on his head.

Someone misunderstood his cautiousness and couldn't help but remind him:

"Mr. Colonel, the appointment time is coming soon."

As the messenger of Colonel Beckett's orders, a certain supervisor of the Blackwater Town Bank has been following the Colonel today.

"Twenty and ten minutes."

Colonel Crowe did not take his attention away from the telescope in his hand:

"Before that, anything was possible."

"If, I mean..."

"If there is no if, if there is, it is also your if."

Colonel Crowe said without looking back:
"As soon as three o'clock arrives, if your people don't send a signal, it means that he and the hostages in the building have all been killed. I will order my soldiers to launch an attack, wipe out all the bandits, and replace those who died in Dai Pingan's hands." Hostage revenge."

Colonel Crowe's categorical answer made the bank executive next to him shut his mouth resentfully. At this moment, in the field of vision of his telescope, something strange appeared in the central door of the opposite building that had been closed since noon.

A wooden stick with a white cloth protruded from the crack of the door. After waving it up and down a few times, a trumpet made of paper rolled out and began to shout.

"Don't shoot! I'm Mayor Bate's secretary! Don't shoot!"

After shouting several times in succession, after making sure that everyone outside had heard clearly, a head poked out cautiously from behind the door.

"I am the secretary of Mayor Beit! Don't shoot! I have important information!"

The secretary bravely looked around outside the door.

But apart from the brief cool breeze and deathly silence, the dazzling sun failed to make him find any signs of an ambush outside the empty building, including the flash of fire on the top of the Pinkerton building opposite.

"thumping!"

At the same time as the gunshot rang out, the bullet from the rifle lifted half of the secretary's head and hit the door panel of the solid wood door. While opening the door gap by half, it also caused the bright sunlight outside to shoot straight into the dark room. hall.

The smell of blood mixed with hot and humid air flowed in through the half-open gap, which made the sweaty people in the room unable to feel a little bit of coolness.

The gushing blood soon overflowed the white cloth hanging on the wooden stick, soaking it into a dark red, and also sinking the little luck in the hostage's heart into the pool of blood.

"Unfortunately, he can be considered a smart man, but he talks a lot, otherwise he wouldn't have died so quickly."

Picking up the white flag on the ground and shaking the blood on it, Dai Pingan sighed:

"Mr. Lansing, Ms. Leclerc, now you two can believe my words. If you still have any doubts, it doesn't matter, the color is a little darker, but it still works. Let's find another person to go out and try it." Now, maybe people outside will like him?"

The closed doors and windows made the environment in the hall several times more difficult than the outside.

dark,

stuffy,

wet,

repressed,

Because of this, every movement in this dull hall can attract attention.

Dai Pingan didn't hide his words when he spoke, coupled with Philip's startled movements, the other hostages could clearly hear what they were talking about.

Under the threat of gunpoint, there was no uproar, but it was inevitable to have doubts in their hearts, until the secretary of the mayor, who had not even been able to take a step outside the gate just now, proved with death that they least wanted to see conjecture.

So facing the patrolling eyes, whether it was the original office staff or the guards who were bound hands and feet, they all lowered their heads, fearing that they would be targeted, and at the same time secretly looked at the other three people who could determine their fate from the corner of their eyes. , to be precise, is a person.

Beside the powder keg,
Ms. Leclerc looked at the dead body stuck at the door, without saying a word, she didn't know whether she was frightened or thinking about something;
Mr. Lansing, who is as fat as a pig, is sitting still, and now he can't even see the sweat on his head, but his trembling legs still betray the inner tension;
Only the young and vigorous Mr. Leclerc stood up from his chair and stared at Dai Pingan who was walking back with righteous indignation.

"Mr Philip, is there a question?"

"You gave him that white flag."

"Yes."

"You also gave him the loudspeaker to speak."

"so……"

"So from the very beginning, you never planned to let him go out alive!"

"Ugh……"

Dai Ping'an sighed deeply, this time he really couldn't laugh.

"First, I provided the things, but how to use them is his problem, and has nothing to do with me. Second, if he is not dead, how can I prove that my guess is correct. Third, don't you realize that you are the most suitable The one who walked out of this gate with the white flag? Of course, there is the fourth..."

While talking, Dai Pingan sneered and stuffed the blood-stained white flag into Philip's hand, then grabbed the other man's collar:
"I can forgive stupid people, but since you know you are stupid, you should hide behind your father or your sister, and shut up honestly, don't you know..."

"Mr. Dai!"

"If you say the wrong thing, you will die..."

"Mr. Dai, that's enough!"

"Ok."

Seeing that Jessica, who was like a wolf, was about to rush over to protect the calf, Dai Pingan was scared.

Not only did he change the gloomy expression on his face, he showed a bright smile at Jessica behind him, he even straightened his ripped collar, and by the way, he took out the beautifully carved revolver and pointed it at the terrified Philip. on the chin.

"Go on, Miss Leclerc, I am listening."

"Mr. Dai, if I understand correctly, you are here today for our future cooperation."

"Yes."

"Since it is a future cooperation, it means that you have no intention of dragging us to hell together today. Mr. Dai, you have proved your guess to everyone, and your goal has been achieved, so there is no need for you It’s a trivial matter, isn’t it?”

"elder sister?"

Jessica's words made Philip look behind him in disbelief, but the eyes of the rest of the hostages, including Mr. Lansing, brightened.

"It's no wonder that with the assistance of Mr. Leclerc, you can manage Blackwater Town well. You are really smart."

Dai Pingan pushed away Philip who looked dumbfounded, then reversed the muzzle of the gun and stretched the handle towards Jessica:
"Then, it means that our cooperation can start ahead of schedule."

"of course."

Jessica dragged her stupid brother behind first, and then took the beautiful revolver.

"Whether it's for future cooperation or to survive today, I think we have no choice. Even if we have to be charged with treason in the future, it will be after today. I'm right, Lansing gentlemen."

"Yes, of course."

After reacting, Mr. Lansing hurriedly stood up and nodded again and again. Maybe he saw new hope again. Beads of sweat on his head gushed out again with his relaxed heart:
"Mr. Dai, as long as we can get out alive today, your affairs will be my affairs in the future. Anything is fine, I can swear."

Not only the two of them, but also the hostages expressed their willingness to cooperate, which made Dai Pingan laugh out loud.

"Thank you very much for the support of both of you and everyone, but, no, how can I say that I am also the deputy mayor of Armadillo Town, the kind with a certificate, how could I be involved in treason, haha..."

Dai Pingan smiled and waved to Grant next to him:

"Since everyone is a family from now on, there's no need to hide and hide. It's quite hot in the room, so take off your masks."

Except for Dai Pingan, the rest of them had masks on their faces all the time.

Ah Tian and the others took off their masks and did not attract any attention, but Grant, who had been dead for several days, still surprised those present who knew him, and the bar manager, whom almost everyone had seen, also surprised everyone Eye.

But the scariest thing is the last one.

His appearance under the mask not only frightened all the hostages present, but even Grant and the bar manager who were his accomplices were dumbfounded. Mr. Lansing was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.

They have seen and known this person, and more importantly, in everyone's memory, this person has not only been dead for a long time, but also died terribly. kind.

Carlos Voss!
The mayor of Heishui Town, Carlos Voss, was the mayor of Heishui Town who was robbed of his power by Colonel Beckett who was airborne within a few days of being the mayor.

The Leclerc siblings and Mr. Lansing had just attended his funeral a few days ago and watched with their own eyes that the coffin containing his headless body was buried in the soil, but today another one came out alive.

"How are you..."

"Hello everyone."

Coming back from the dead in such a way, the mayor of Voss was also very embarrassed. Just when he didn't know what to say, dense footsteps sounded outside:
"Mr. Lansing, what time is it?"

"Three, three o'clock."

"Very well, our time is up."

(End of this chapter)