Survival begins with Red Dead Redemption 2

Chapter 71 70, hunter, prey, game rules

70,

Dai Pingan!
A chill shot straight overhead.

Never seen it before, but the name still popped up in Joey's mind.

Pale skin, thin cheeks, and a devilish smile on the bloodless lips, but in the deeply sunken eye sockets, there is no trace of a smile in the two cold eyes.

In an instant, this pale face, the ferocious photo on the wanted warrant, and the image of the devil imagined in his mind, the three perfectly merged together.A black blanket was wrapped around his body, blending with the darkness in the mist, no matter how bright the camp fire was, it could not illuminate his figure.

Behind them were five black figures with their faces covered. One of them had just cut the neck of a detective and was shaking the blood drops from the hunting knife.

The voice from hell sounded again.

"Didn't you make this soup?"

"No, no, yes, I did it." Thinking he was in a nightmare, Joey finally woke up and replied quickly.

"Do me a favor and do it again."

"Okay~ okay."

He promised, and the stew pot was right in front of him, but Joey, whose mind was blank, couldn't think of what he should do at all.

"Clean up the pots and dishes," the demon said again: "Also, turn around, adults do things, children don't watch."

Joey was very obedient. He carried his back and began to clean up the soup pot. The next moment, the sound of his companion being tortured sounded behind him.

Lamb Stew with Mint and Peas,
Since his grandmother taught him at the age of 13, Joey has made this stew as his specialty for four years and has made it countless times.He never imagined that one day, making this stew that could not be cooked again would suddenly become so strange and difficult.

Lowering his head, Joey suppressed the fear in his heart, and followed the steps in his memory with trembling hands.From cleaning the saucepan, handling the ingredients, to stirring the broth, he is careful in every step, for fear of any mistakes.

Every second, he could hear the pained cries of his comrades being tortured behind him.These wailings were mixed with begging for mercy, confession, and the sound of blood being sprayed from the throat, mixed together, like a death wail, it kept getting into his ears and echoing in his blank mind.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't dare to look back, even his last companion didn't pant.

The palm of the god of death had already rested on his shoulder, and he didn't care about others.The pot of stew in front of him may be the only straw that can keep him alive, and he must hold it tightly in his hands.

He wanted to cook this pot of stew well, begging for a chance to live, and worried that this was just his own wishful thinking, and the fear of the unknown tormented his immature heart.While struggling, the soup in the stew pot slowly boiled, and the aroma of mutton mixed with mint began to permeate the air——

Joey's mint lamb stew with peas, still cooked.

What should happen will happen eventually.Wang Dali, who had been staring at the side all the time, raised his arm, and his big palm strangled Joey's neck. He pinched it lightly, and his eyes went dark, and Joey, who had no time to beg for mercy, knew nothing.

That's the way the game is played in the American West.Joey and the others are hunters, and Dai Pingan is the prey. The hunter can capture the prey and take it back to be hanged in exchange for a bounty; but the prey can also take advantage of the opportunity in the process and tear the hunter's throat.Just as the hunter will not allow his prey to escape, the prey will not hold back when it bites.

After throwing the corpses of Joey and his companion together and wiping the blood off their hands, they finally had a hot dinner.The taste of the stew was good. The tenderness of the mutton paired with the fragrance of the peas and the garnish of mint, the appetites of the few who ate were whetted, and they ate several bowls in a row.

After drinking and eating, they began to search for the supplies in the camp, and found a few pockets by the way. They took out a full sack of cash and divided them into several parts.Bill, who was packing the cash, was a little sloppy. He accidentally shook out a small half of the bag of dollars, flying everywhere, and finally put it away.

Ignoring the few people who were in a hurry, Dai Pingan took advantage of this gap to sort out the information obtained from the torture of Detective Pinkerton, and pieced together their current situation bit by bit.

Mr. President finally became the acting mayor of Heishui Town. The priest hanged himself and was found and rescued.

In order to ensure the safety of the people of Heishui Town and prevent Dai Ping'an from visiting again, Sergeant Dunbar, who replaced Hickson, under the strong request of the acting mayor, took the remaining police force of Heishui Township Police Station to defend Heishui Town. Do not leave.

The Pinkerton Detective Company in the town rejected the command of the new sheriff and sent all the detectives to search for their traces on the Great Plains.

The forty or fifty riders who chased out that night were all Pinkerton detectives. After discovering that Dai Ping'an had been chased away, they did not turn around and return. The main passages in the plain area were blocked, allowing entry and no exit.

In this way, there are good and bad.

Well, it was because the team led by Arthur had already left the Great Plains and entered the mountains and forests in the tall tree area before that, so they could travel with peace of mind.

Bad, because the periphery of the Great Plains has been surrounded like an iron barrel, and every intersection is guarded by police detectives. As long as there is a gunshot, a large number of people will swarm to it.And Dai Ping'an and others are hiding in this area, and the news that they haven't escaped has been confirmed.

Just today during the day, not counting the police staying in Blackwater Town, nor the police detectives guarding various main roads, there are at least 200 people in the endless streets of Detective Pinkerton and other bounty hunters alone. Daping went back and forth, trying to dig them out of their hiding places by digging three feet into the ground.Moreover, the number of people searching is still increasing with the passage of time and the spread of news.

Hiding is definitely not possible anymore. As far as the location where they hid before, I am afraid that they will be found out at dawn tomorrow. $15 is indeed a figure that drives most people crazy.

In addition, there was another thing that caught Dai Pingan's attention.

After hearing the news that Dai Ping'an might have fled to the Thieves' Territory, a dozen bounty hunters who were dazzled by money ignored the obstruction, crossed the border of West Elizabeth, and broke into the Thieves' Territory.Before it was dark, someone found their horribly tortured bodies at the intersection of the border.

After that, no one dared to cross the border, but there were more and more Pinkerton detectives and bounty hunters guarding the border.If Dai Pingan and the others want to pass easily, they have to break through layers of containment, which will not be as easy as before.But this also just shows that passing through the bandit territory is their only chance to escape these pursuits and reach Armadillo Town.

Dai Pingan decided to leave tonight.After tidying up, they got on their horses and left in the direction of the thieves' territory through the darkness.They didn't take the big road, but they didn't slow down much under the leadership of Dai Ping'an.

With just one cigarette, they ran 800 meters away, and they pulled the horses.Bill took off his mask and looked back. In the thin fog, the location of the camp was completely invisible.

"Why is there no movement at all?" He was a little puzzled.

"The movement has already happened, and he has the sense to act vigorously." Dai Pingan answered him: "When we were eating, the kid woke up and kept pretending to be dead without moving."

"Don't underestimate anyone, and don't underestimate anyone's desire to live. He not only keeps pretending to be dead, but also secretly hides a piece of our dollar in his palm."

This is why Dai Pingan let Joey go, not because he was young, nor because of the pot of stew, but Dai Pingan wanted to leave a strong evidence.

The $15 in stolen money was just a guess, and he had to find a way to prove it if he wanted to convince the detectives and the bounty hunters and the thieves in Thieves Land that dollars alone weren't enough.

Now, Joey is the witness, and that dollar is the physical evidence.

"That's a smart kid. He will definitely bring the news and the dollar back to Blackwater Town. The smart Detective Pinkerton is not good for us. See you next time and remember to remind me to kill him."

"Then what if he doesn't go back?"

"not going back?"

Dai Pingan thought for a while, then took the rein:

"Isn't it nice to have multiple cooks in the world?"

(End of this chapter)