A Red Dead Redemption Story

Chapter 262 Fireworks
Bronte's expression was ugly. He was now standing on the edge of the balcony on the second floor with Arthur's arms around his shoulders.

'Mr Bronte, did you know there will be a fireworks show tonight?'

This is what Arthur just asked Bronte, fireworks?Bronte was not in the mood to care about that. He wanted to try to forcefully break away from Arthur's arm on his shoulder, but he couldn't.

"Do you need me to help you? Call the bodyguard downstairs to come in and help?" Arthur said this, but secretly squeezed Bronte's arm hard.

Bronte endured the pain and managed not to scream.

"What do you want to do?!" Bronte said through gritted teeth.

"Nothing to do, for now. Now I just want to treat you to a fireworks show." As he said that, Arthur took out his pocket watch with his other hand, checked the time, and continued:
"Almost, there are still a few minutes. I heard that you have a very good friend. He is your military advisor? Is that what you call him? Military advisor?"

"..."

Bronte didn't know what Arthur was doing, or why he mentioned his strategist Carlo, but he had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Mr. Morgan, we have no conflict? Even if I know that you are behind those damn Mexicans, I haven't troubled you?"

Facing Bronte's temptation, Arthur nodded, and admitted frankly:

"Indeed, I am supporting Ryan behind it, and you can also say that you didn't bother me..."

Then with a solemn tone, he continued:

"But everyone has to pay for what they have done, and you all have to."

"What are you talking about? Are you crazy? What have I done?" Bronte shouted angrily.

No one among those watching behind them stood up to do or say anything.

To be honest, they were all standing there with the mentality of wanting to see what Arthur was going to do.

Arthur put his finger in front of his mouth to signal Bronte not to shout, and said:
"Hush, don't shout, listen carefully, the show is about to begin."

I saw that the fireworks prepared by Lemieux began to be lit. In the night sky of Saint-Denis, due to the continuous discharge of waste from power plants and factories around the clock, the stars could not be seen normally, but with a bunch of gorgeous Fireworks bloomed in the sky, and the colorful light instantly lit up the entire night sky like stars.

This scene, which made all the guests feel happy, was immediately shattered by a deafening explosion.

Fire and smoke soared into the sky from a manor not far from Lemieux's mansion.

"Wonderful fireworks display, isn't it? Mr. Bronte?" Arthur released his hold on Bronte's hand and clapped.

Everyone around was silent, and Bronte was even more stupid.

The location of the explosion was too close, as close as if it had exploded at his house.

Although our Mr. Bronte is still unwilling to believe that the location of the explosion is his home, everyone else present is certain that it was the Bronte mansion that exploded.

Bronte was angry, and he reached out and grabbed Arthur's clothes. His eyes were red, and before he could ask a question, he was punched in the face by Arthur.

"I advise you to calm down, Mr. Bronte, tonight is still very long, and there are many exciting programs waiting for you later."

After finishing speaking, Arthur ignored Bronte who was lying on the ground covering his face, and he turned around and bumped into Cornwall who was looking at him carefully. "Mr. Cornwall, don't worry, we still have debts to settle. Soon, soon it will be your turn."

After saying that, he ignored Cornish's ugly face, and Arthur finally said to Fellowes, the owner of the "St. Denis Journal" standing in the corner:

"Think carefully about who you want to be your enemy and who you want to be friends with. You don't need me to tell you, Mr. Fellows."

Then Arthur ignored the others and left here.

On the way, he also met the mayor Lemieux who came in a hurry, but Arthur still ignored him, until he walked out of the mansion and came to the door, Arthur said to Aemon who was leaning against the wall and waiting for him:

"I don't want to see Bronte get out of here alive."

"I understand, boss, our people are watching every exit. Why don't you go back and rest first?"

Arthur lit a cigarette for himself and did not speak, but it was obvious that he rejected Aemon's suggestion.

Soon, guests began to leave the banquet one after another. The banquet that was originally planned to last until late at night ended early due to an explosion that occurred on the same street.

Bronte is still sitting on the sofa on the second floor. Now he doesn't dare to leave here. What Arthur left just now can no longer be regarded as just a threat. He has confirmed from the people below that the explosion just now was in His own home, and no one he left at home was found, and Carlo was also missing.

"Mr Bronte..."

Bronte raised his head and looked at Lemieux gloomily. He wanted to ask what the other party was doing, but he actually let this kind of explosion happen in a rich area.

But he suddenly realized that his current situation did not seem like he should offend the mayor.

So Bronte restrained his emotions and said:
"Please, Mr. Mayor."

"I have urgently sent Sheriff Lambert here, see if you need him to escort you..."

"Where do you want me to go? Home? I think you saw the 'fireworks' just now! Where do you want me to go?!"

Bronte couldn't hold it back after all.

Of course Lemieux saw it, he was not blind. This damn movement completely ruined his dinner. The original New Year's Eve countdown turned into an emergency evacuation of the guests. Well, now the first thing to deal with in 1900 , it was the explosion caused by the gang war that spread to the wealthy areas. Damn it.

It can only be said that Lemieux is really annoyed now. He no longer mince words, but said irritably and straightforwardly:

"Mr. Bronte, you have caused me too much trouble, and I have wiped your ass too much. This time is the last time. Now, you can go wherever you like, as long as you don't Just bring your damn trouble to me, I don’t want my house to be bombed to the sky, do you understand?”

"Hehe" Bronte laughed, what's the matter, isn't this acting?
If you don’t want to act, then you won’t act. Bronte stood up, grabbed Lemieux by the collar, and said viciously:

"Now you're scared and now you want to get away? Lemieux, don't forget how much money you charged me, and don't forget how I got to where I am today!"

Lemieux pushed Bronte away with disdain. After smoothing his wrinkled collar, he said:

"Then, I think you don't need Sheriff Lambert's escort. Please, I have other things to deal with. I hope I won't see you here again when I come back, Mr. Bronte. "

"..."

(End of this chapter)