Survival begins with Red Dead Redemption 2

Chapter 81, Chapter 80
80,

Those who have thunder in their chest and face like a flat lake can worship the general.

Mr. Lalo was such a man.

A fire burned not only dozens of barrels of bootleg wine, but also half of his foundation in the Thieves' Territory. For at least a month, he couldn't provide a drop of bootleg wine to his customers.Clients won't give him time, and customers in bars won't wait a month for him.

His family is not the only one who brews bootleg alcohol. After tomorrow, bootleg alcohol from other houses will be placed on the counter of the bar, and he is powerless and unable to stop it.The bootlegging network that had been in operation for decades disappeared in an instant.

But he still has to stand firmly. If he stands, the thieves' territory will not be messed up, not to mention that he still has a chance.

The wine brewer was burned, and he still had the bootleg wine in stock; the bootleg wine was also burned clean, and he still had Dai Pingan.

As long as Dai Ping'an can be captured alive, the Thief's Territory will still be the Salamanca Family's Thieves' Territory.

Wine brewers can be bought again, bootleg wine can be brewed again, the bootleg wine market that has been taken away can be snatched back, and the destroyed smuggling channels can also be rebuilt.But there is a prerequisite for all of this, that is, the Salamanca family in the thieves' territory must exist first, so Dai Pingan must live, this is the order of Blackwater Town.

He can kill the bounty hunter, and Pinkerton detectives and the police don't have to care, but he has to obey the orders from Blackwater Town. This is the secret behind the Salamanca family's ability to lead the thieves' territory for decades.

Some words are harsh, but they are telling the truth, but the trivial matter of living is not so easy in the first place.

The fire behind him was still burning fiercely, but there were no more explosions inside, and the fires in the surrounding houses were brought under control.Even if there was still wine spilling out with flames, it was covered with wet mud and suppressed.

Tula took most of the guards to pursue.The rest of the people braved the flames to roast, dug a ditch in the east of the yard, and introduced the burning wine into the river, and the fire immediately shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Everyone was smoky, including Mr. Lalo, but he still stood there firmly, watching the last wounded person found and sent to the doctor.

The doctor is also anxiously busy. Fortunately, the injuries of the few people sent in are not serious. They can go back to recuperate after cleaning the wounds and bandaging them.When he sent away the last injured person, another person was dragged to the door, and he hurried forward to help him to the bed.

This man was the most seriously injured. He was unconscious. His face and neck were burnt beyond recognition. The index fingers of his hands were twisted, and his legs were still wrapped in gauze.

Checking the injury, the doctor felt more and more familiar. Just when he was about to remember something, a rope was already wrapped around his neck.

Dai Pingan, who dragged people in, grabbed the rope with both hands, bent over, and carried the struggling doctor behind his back like a sack.

"Do you know how painful it is to pick a bullet out with your hands?"

Dai Ping'an's voice sounded from the doctor's ears, but the doctor couldn't say anything at this time, he could only stretch out his hands and grasp in the air in vain.

Half a minute later, Dai Pingan hid the body and changed into a doctor's costume.The 'patient' he dragged in was the guard in the warehouse yard whose throat had been slit by James Langton.Before the fire started, Dai Pingan faked the injuries on his body, and burned the wounds on his face and neck until they were not visible.

Just as Dai Pingan picked up the medicine box and was about to leave, there were footsteps outside the door.

The fire in the warehouse yard was finally brought under control, and Lalo finally left his standing position.He refused the men who came forward to help him, and walked towards his room with steady steps while leaning on crutches alone.

In order to survive on this land, he has paid a lot:

One eye, one leg, and a lifetime of calculations, these sacrifices made him strong, so he never needed to be supported.

Passing by the doctor's door, he couldn't help but stop.

Pushing open the door, the doctor was not there, and a burnt corpse was placed on the bed. Lalo didn't think much, and continued to walk into the house.

Pulling open the covering curtain, there was a hospital bed inside, on which the chest of the wounded was wrapped in thick gauze, and the oozing blood reflected a red flower on the chest.

This is his son, Sheki Salamanca.

The person is not dead, but has been in a coma. This is the first time Lalo has come to visit his son.Although he has always disliked this son, the feeling that blood is thicker than water still makes him unable to give up in his heart.

Without speaking, Lalo just quietly looked at his son beside the bed. He didn't need to explain anything, and never did.

Taking out the handkerchief, Lalo bent down to wipe the sweat off Sheki's face. When he was about to get up, he found that at some point, the unconscious Sheki grabbed the corner of his clothes.

At this moment, Dai Pingan's rope was also wrapped around Lalo's neck.

"Pfft!"

The sharp dagger pierced Dai Ping'an's abdomen, while the remaining crutches blocked his neck just before the rope was tightened.

The two of them first pressed heavily on Sheqi, and then rolled from the side of the bed to the ground.

At the bottom was Dai Ping'an. While he kept twisting his body, his hands holding the rope were also crossed and exerted strength. Although the crutches blocked it, the crutches that were tightened just pressed against Lalo's body. The position of the throat, although it is not fatal all at once, is stuck so that the opponent cannot make a sound.

Laluo fell on Dai Ping'an's body. His left hand propped up the cane, and his right hand kept stabbing. Although it was not as deep as at the beginning, Dai Ping'an kept twisting and avoiding, but every three stabs Five blows, one of which can make another bloody gash in Dai Ping'an's waist.

Everyone has a chance, and everyone can survive, as long as the other party can't support it.

No one spoke, and no one shouted. All the strength was exerted on the other party, and even breathing and panting became redundant.

Both of them are suffering, but time is fair after all, Lalo is old, no matter how strong he was before, it is already a thing of the past.No matter how strong his left hand was, it couldn't match the strength of Dai Pingan's two arms.

The balance of life and death began to tilt towards Dai Pingan.

Lalo's panting became louder and louder, and finally surpassed Dai Ping'an. While twisting, his movement of twitching the dagger also began to slow down, the pain in the front of his throat began to suppress his breathing, and his eyes began to turn black, but behind him Dai Pingan obviously has no intention of letting go.

Both of them were writhing, kicking, kicking, and the heels of their shoes scratched harshly on the wooden floor, but they didn't seem to hear it, and didn't care at all.

Sheqi heard it, and just now the pressure on Sheqi's chest opened the wound. When the "red flower" on his chest began to spread, the severe pain finally gave him the ability to move.

Opening his eyes, enduring the severe pain and turning over, he saw that it was a desperate battle.

And his father was dying.

(End of this chapter)