A Red Dead Redemption Story

Chapter 367 Greetings from Mr. Morgan

On the second day of William's operation, Jacob Spencer, who had not slept all night, became frightened.

William did not come back, and neither did the detectives who went with him.

"Is there still no news about William?!"

Jacob asked loudly to the intelligence officers who stayed in the branch.

"Director Spencer, I have clearly expressed my objection to your action decision before it was implemented." Roque Corrado, the leader of the intelligence team, said without mercy.

The airborne Jacob Spencer in front of him was completely incompetent. If compared with the previous Webster, it would be even worse.

"I ask you, do you have any news about William? What the hell are you telling me you are against?! What are you against!" Jacob overturned the things on the table in front of Corrado and roared loudly.

This out-of-control scene frightened other clerks and intelligence analysts in the office to stand up. They stared blankly, not knowing for a moment whether they should step forward to persuade him.

Corrado pushed up the glasses on his face and looked at Jacob's helpless and furious look with an indifferent expression.

"Okay, Director Spencer, regarding your question, I have the latest news to tell you. William and the others are now being held in the St. Denis Police Station..."

Before Corrado finished speaking, Jacob grabbed Corrado's collar, pulled Corrado down who was much taller than him, and shouted:
"Police station? We're fucking government agents! Who gave those bastard policemen in Saint-Denis this kind of power?!"

Although Corrado is the leader of the intelligence team, his force value is not low. He just hit it hard with his arm, and Jacob, who felt his forearm numb, subconsciously let go.

"you?!"

"Director Spencer, my report is not over yet. Regarding your question, I think you'd better ask Agent William what they did after you sent them. They were arrested for brutal murder. Two innocent citizens, so instead of ranting here, I hope you can do something the director should do, otherwise our newly established department will be disbanded soon."

Corrado's words were very ugly. On the one hand, he was not afraid of Jacob, the director, putting small shoes on him, and as the leader of the intelligence team, he knew very well how reckless Jacob's plan was, although Jacob did not Tell him exactly what John and the others were sent to do, but the two people who died were both at the St. Denis Hotel. Jacob had previously asked the intelligence team to reorganize the intelligence on Arthur Morgan, and the agents who went out that night except Ya All of them died. Combining the above-mentioned known information, Corrado could easily guess what was going on.

Arthur Morgan is no longer the little person he was at the beginning who could be manipulated casually.

With this simple and crude method, people didn't even bother to send a 'killer' to silence Jacob. Instead, he turned around and sent him to the police station.

How funny, federal agents were sent to the police station by an 'ex-convict'.

"Roque Corrado! You're fired! Now pack your things and get out!"

"Okay, Spencer." Corrado's reaction to being expelled seemed dull. .

The treatment of federal agents today is not as good as that of Pinkerton Detective Agency. He was not very happy to be recruited as an agent of the Bureau of Investigation. If a group of bureaucratic idiots can really do something well, they can still let them become Detective Pinkerton. Has the company developed to the scale it is today?
"What the hell did you call me?!" It can only be said that Jacob is now a powder keg that is about to explode. Anxiety, fear, confusion, shame, and all kinds of bad emotions are like a big net that has caught him. Being restrained, he felt like he had never been so suffocated.

"Huh..." Corrado took a deep breath, then took off his glasses and put them in his pocket.

"Jacob Spencer? Could it be that you don't have that name?"

"I'm the director of the Bureau of Investigation! Where are your manners! You're going to call me Mr. Spencer!"

As he spoke, Jacob shook his fist and wanted to teach this bold and unruly western hillbilly a lesson.However, just as he swung out his fist, Corrado, whose arms were obviously longer than Jacob's, hit him hard on the bridge of the nose with a straight punch. The punch was so heavy that Jacob was thrown directly towards him. He leaned back and fell over.

"Ah! Catch him! Catch him!" Jacob yelled while lying on the ground, covering his nose that was bleeding and seemed to be broken.

Unfortunately, all of his people have been taken away by William. Those present now honestly don’t know who Jacob Spencer is.

Soon, everyone present packed up their things. It was obvious that everyone understood that no matter what, after today's incident, there would be no good results for them staying here, so it would be better to just go together.

After everyone left the office, Jacob had no choice but to smash the tables and chairs and vent his anger.

At this time, a sound of footsteps came in from outside.

"What are you doing back here? Didn't you leave happily?! Get out! Get out of here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jacob realized something was wrong. The people in front of him were not the agents who had just left.

"You are……"

"You must be Jacob Spencer, right?" Martin asked with a smile.

"It's me, what do you want... Sheriff?"

Jacob saw the police badge that Martin wore on his chest, and the other people traveling with him were obviously dressed as police officers, but they were definitely not the police chiefs here.

"Ah, let me introduce myself, Martin Taylor, Sheriff of Rhodes Town. You can call me Sheriff Taylor, or you can just call me Martin."

Jacob knew who Martin Taylor was.

Arthur Morgan's bitch.

What is he doing here?And he also brought people with him...

"What do you want to do?" Jacob himself didn't notice that there was a tremor in his voice when he spoke.

Martin still had the same smiling face, and while signaling his men to arrest Jacob, he said:
"Mr. Spencer, you are involved in a murder. We want to take you back to Rhodes to cooperate with the investigation. Is there any problem?"

"Let me go?!" Jacob struggled. After being completely controlled by several people, he stretched his neck and shouted:
"You framed me?! How dare you! Damn it, Arthur Morgan!"

Martin did not deny Jacob's accusation. After all, there was no one else around. Moreover, he thought that the operation would not be so smooth, but he never expected that there would only be a crazy Jacob inside.

"Calm down, Mr. Spencer, you're right, it's framed, and it would turn into an armed conflict, but you're lucky, I don't know why you're the only one here, but it's not bad, isn't it? "

"you!!"

"By the way, I also brought you greetings from Mr. Morgan." As he spoke, Martin punched Jacob hard in the abdomen.

(End of this chapter)