A Red Dead Redemption Story

Chapter 281 Use
I have to say that Miller's words are very reasonable.

Arthur had no way to refute for a while, but Arthur was not concerned about what Miller said. He said:
"If it were you, would you be able to take advantage of this?"

"If it were me, I would just wait to see Cornwall sink the oil well, only to find that there is no oil at all, and then laugh at him loudly while drinking a glass of good red wine. Take advantage? How else can Cornwall take advantage? He doesn’t need investors to invest money in him. Even if no oil is dug out of the land in the end, at best he will lose some money and make a little joke, but it won’t have any other impact on him.”

Having said this, Miller seemed to have guessed a bit of Arthur's purpose, and Miller continued:
"As for those poor redskins, well, this is not an ambiguous title. I just think this title is the most vivid. Ahem, in short, their expulsion cannot be changed without an accident. You If you want to help them, then I suggest you give up."

Arthur frowned and said:

"I thought you wouldn't pass up any opportunity to go against Cornwall?"

"Then what else can I do? I can't make a fuss about these red guys, right? You have to know that most people's impression of these red guys is still at the level of 'savages'. They can We can only understand these red guys from the image of them taking scalps for fun, which was widely publicized in the news reports at that time, and don’t forget, the military people don’t like them either.”

Listening to Miller speaking his opinion truthfully, although Arthur had told Luoyu and the others before that this was a difficult matter, after listening to Miller's words, it was obvious that his previous estimate was still conservative. .

This is simply hell difficulty.

……

Bronte's safe house was in a mess.

Bottles and glasses were shattered on the floor, lamps and candlesticks were scattered, and tables and chairs were also overturned.

The panting Bronte was bent over, with his hands on his knees, and his robe was twisted together, clearly showing his anger at this time.

Apart from Bronte, the only one in the room was the old Italian bodyguard who had accompanied him before. He stood in the corner with a calm expression, watching Bronte vent his anger after learning that Odrisk had been arrested. He did not He made a sound without stopping him. After Bronte calmed down, he opened his mouth slowly and said in Italian:
"People are here."

"...?"

Bronte didn't bother to think about why he didn't tell him the news earlier. He stood up straight, walked back and forth in the room a few times, and said:

"Inform him to deal with the group of Mexicans and Chinese first. Remember to bring him the list and information, and then call someone to clean up the place. By the way, bring me a copy of today's newspaper."

The old Italian didn't say anything more, nodded silently, and followed the instructions.

Soon, one of his men delivered a newspaper to Bronte, and then quietly tidied up the room.

Bronte sat on the sofa nearby, flipping through the news in the newspaper.

Skipping any garden banquet, Aveline Miller's reading party, a piece of news related to Cornwall made him stop his eyes.

“The sugar industry in Guama Island is booming”

"Fossard is known as a friend of the United States? How funny." Bronte shook his head and looked down:
"Railway tycoon and industrial magnate Leviticus Cornish stood beside a cargo ship unloading Cuban sugar all the way from Guama Island, opening a new chapter in cooperation between the United States and Cuba... "

……

After the old Italian left through the back door, the people whom Amon had arranged to follow here followed quietly.The tall and thin figure wearing black clothes, a black hat, and a black trench coat was not easy to lose, and the old Italian didn't seem to be in a hurry, walking slowly and leisurely ahead.

After following two or three small alleys and turning left three times in a row, the old Italian silently stopped at the corner of a blind spot. He put his right hand on the gun bag in his windbreaker and stood for a while. After making sure that no one was following him, he set off again, and this time his pace became faster.

The person following him didn’t actually stop because he realized the dangerous situation just now, but because of his appearance, he was stopped by the police patrolling the road and just escaped disaster.

When he caught up again, he just happened to see the old Italian turning into an alley.

The follow-up went much smoother, and soon, the two arrived at a private house hidden in a small alley.

Seeing the old Italian knocking on the door, the person following him did not continue to move forward. Instead, he waited until the person entered the house, then slowly walked over, then leaned against the wall, took out a cigarette, and pretended People smoking on the roadside.

Inside the house.

The old Italian stepped forward and kissed the man opposite him on the cheek, and then greeted in Italian:

"Is the journey going well?"

"Smooth. Have you brought all the information about the mission objectives?"

Outside the house, he wanted to try to find out what was being said inside, but found that it was in Italian that he could not understand, so he planned to go back and report the location to Eamon.

Just as he stamped out his cigarette butts, he was about to leave.

A football suddenly flew towards him. After he caught it, a boy wearing a newsboy cap ran up to him, raised his head and asked:
"Uncle, can you give me the ball back?"

"..."

For some reason, he didn't see any children playing with a ball here just now. Hearing the boy's voice, he instinctively had a premonition that something was wrong, and quickly returned the ball to the boy.

Before the stalker could leave, he heard the sound of the door opening behind him. For a moment, he instinctively turned around, preparing to take out his gun.

He had been trained not to expect anyone to believe that you just happened to be here at a time like this.

as predicted.

When he turned around, he saw the fact that he had been exposed at the first glance from the following eyes on the opposite side. However, he couldn't understand why he put his hands in his pockets and smiled at himself?

Before he could figure it out.

A sharp pain came from his lower back. Along with the spinning sensation of the object inserted into his body, he felt as if he was leaking air, and the hand holding the gun no longer had the strength to hold it.

Until he fell to the ground and the scene in front of him gradually blurred, he couldn't figure out what was going on.

(End of this chapter)