A Red Dead Redemption Story

Chapter 216 Meeting Webster Again
On the way back, Arthur discovered that a roadside stall selling fried food also sold newspapers. He bought the latest newspaper, and ordered a dish with fried shrimp and fried crocodile with Hosea. Fried platter of meat and fried fish.

"Hosea, have you ever had fried alligator before?"

Looking at the fried food that was placed in rolled oil paper, to be honest, Arthur had eaten fried fish and fried shrimp before, but this was really the first time he had seen fried crocodile.

And Hosea's answer was the same as what Arthur guessed after asking, he nodded his head and replied affirmatively:
"I ate it when I was young. It tasted like a mixture of chicken and lobster. The texture was very distinctive, very tender and chewy... Don't just listen to me, try it yourself. Try it."

After listening to Hosea's description, and finally at his urging, Arthur picked up a piece of fried golden crocodile meat and put it directly into his mouth. Well, the taste was a bit like what Hosea described. It feels like it, but what Arthur tastes is more of a chicken flavor. The texture is a bit crunchy, slightly salty and slightly sweet. It is indeed a very unique taste.

In general, if you can eat without thinking of the ferocious appearance of the crocodile, then Arthur thinks this thing will definitely taste better.

"How about it? Give me a piece too. I haven't eaten this thing for a long time."

After Hosea took a piece and tasted it, he said:

"Yes, it's this unique taste. Overall, fried crocodile can really be regarded as an interesting delicacy, right?"

Arthur smiled and nodded in response:
“When food is associated with fun, I don’t know why I always think of Mr. Pearson’s masterpiece?”

"Ah, don't tell me, I suddenly miss Pearson's cooking."

After Hosea said this, he and Arthur looked at each other and smiled. They both felt that they must have asked something like this, haha.

After Arthur ate another piece of fried shrimp, he handed the food in his hand to Hosea, and then opened the newspaper he bought just now and read it.

“A big champagne reception is coming soon”

“Mayor Lemieux’s Annual Banquet”

Looking at the first news item he opened, Arthur thought for a moment and asked Hosea:

"Isn't [-] almost over?"

"Well, it's almost the twentieth century, Arthur." Hosea replied with some emotion.

Arthur nodded. He looked at the novel and unfamiliar news in the newspaper about "submarines under construction" and "mechanized lawn mowers patented." It seemed that a new era had arrived unknowingly.

Without giving Arthur much time to express his feelings, a familiar figure walked up to Arthur and then stopped there.

"Do you have time?"

After closing the open newspaper, Arthur looked at Webster who suddenly appeared in front of him. He frowned and replied:
"Can I have no time?"

"That's it, let's go, there's a cafe ahead." With that, Webster turned around and led the way without giving Arthur much time to think about it.

"Arthur?" Hosea asked warily. Although he did not know Webster, he recognized the Pinkerton's unique dress.

"It's okay, acquaintance, you go back to the hotel first. I think Sean and the others should be back too. Don't worry, I'll go back later."

Arthur didn't explain too much to Hosea. After saying this, he stepped up to catch up with Webster who had gone some distance ahead.

Soon, Arthur followed Webster to a cafe that didn't look like a cafe at all. After they sat down in a corner, Webster said straight to the point: "I have a problem and I need your help. .”

After Arthur heard that he needed help with something, he said leisurely:
"What? At least order me a cup of coffee first. After all, we are in the cafe. Mr. Webster can't be so stingy, right?"

Webster nodded, reached out to greet the boss, and ordered two glasses of espresso directly.

"espresso?"

"Drinking this fits better with what we're going to talk about," Webster replied.

When Arthur heard this, an Italian - Angelo Bronte - appeared in his mind.

Oh, I don’t seem to have mentioned that the owner of the cafe is a beautiful Italian woman. It’s quite magical to see a female boss. Since the place in the cafe is not big, Arthur can see from Arthur’s position that the lady boss has already polished her hair in advance. Good ground coffee is removed from the container and poured into a small pot.

For a reason that was inconvenient to disclose, Arthur's eyes were always looking at the proprietress. She was constantly fidgeting with the coffee powder with her fingers, as if to ensure that they could be evenly distributed at the bottom of the pot.

Webster noticed that Arthur's attention was not on him, so he did not continue talking, but sat quietly waiting for the coffee to be served.

Arthur watched the landlady slowly drip hot water into the small pot, and finally poured the finished coffee into two small cups, which seemed to be about the size of a mouthful.

"Her name is Maria."

"Ah."

Maria placed the coffee poured into the cup on a matching white small plate, and placed a small sugar on the side. After they were brought to the table, a glass of boiling water was brought.

"Thank you."

"..."

It wasn't until the espresso ordered was brought to the table by the boss named Maria that Webster continued what he had just left unfinished and said:
"Angelo Bronte, you should know that he was also involved in the previous incident in Rhodes Town."

Arthur nodded, and he slowly stirred the coffee in the cup with a small spoon. He did not add sugar, and did not rush to interrupt. He just listened to Webster continue:
"We need you to get close to him." With that, Webster handed Arthur a document with a newspaper clipping and some analysis attached to it. Watching Arthur take the document and read it, Webster continued said:
"Henry Jenkins, former officer of the St. Denis Police Department, was found dead of a bullet wound to the head last Tuesday."

"The newspaper clipping said there was news that there was an ambush? But when did Pinkerton start caring about the killed police officer?" Arthur asked with interest.

Webster answered Arthur's question calmly, saying:
"Henry Jenkins is our Pinkerton chief in St. Denis, do you understand that?"

"Oh, that's it." Arthur said, pinching the small ears of the coffee cup, and took a gentle sip. Well, it was a bitter taste. After putting the coffee cup down, he readjusted his facial expression before speaking. said:
"So, what's the benefit of me doing this? Angelo Bronte is very dangerous. I'm just a legal small businessman. I'm afraid I can't help you."

"You can do it. It's difficult for us to get close to Bronte through formal means, but you can do it. After a while, the mayor of Saint-Denis will hold a New Year's Eve party, and I will give you a few invitations..."

Seeing that Webster was convinced that Arthur would definitely help, Arthur interrupted him directly and said:

"What about the benefits?"

"Everything about Bronte, after everything is done, you can take over everything about him."

(End of this chapter)