A Red Dead Redemption Story

Chapter 445 Ships

A small cargo ship parked quietly on the sea. Except for the moonlight overhead, which barely allowed a few people on the deck to vaguely see each other, the other lights on the ship were deliberately turned off.

Not long after, when the people on the boat saw the flashlight light on the shore not far away turning on and off, and then sent out the corresponding signal, a speedboat several sizes smaller than the cargo ship sailed over from the dock.

When the two boats got closer, the leader urged them while fixing the boat to one side with a boat hook thrown from the opposite side.

"You guys are moving too slowly, you know! Hurry up, it's not safe here."

"Then just move quickly!"

The tone of the people on both sides seemed very anxious, and soon, the tarpaulin was lifted, and the wooden boxes were carried from the cargo ship to the small boat one by one.

"Move quickly, move quickly."

"I got it, Sean, don't rush me!"

Sean stood beside the boat and supervised the work of the people on both sides.

"Hurry up, I don't want to rush you, but the time agreed upon with the patrol is coming soon, and you don't want to be caught, right?"

The man who was obviously in charge on the boat ignored Sean's words, but turned his head and smiled with the nervous fat man beside him:

"This is liquid gold, man."

"Yes." The fat man nodded.

Each wooden box was filled with whiskey.

Finally, the boat was full. After the man and Sean nodded, he signaled his men to drive the boat back the same way and disappeared into the night.

"Sean, this is the last trip, we should go."

Faced with the reminder from his men, Sean just looked at the brightly lit Atlantic City on the coastline and said calmly:

"Let's go. It's time to go back. We still have to prepare for my brat's birthday."

……

At the dock of Atlantic City, a man who had just returned from Sean's cargo was directing his men to load all the wooden boxes into the last truck, while holding a long gun and saying warily:
"Hurry up and put it on, guys, you all listen to me. We will drive directly into New York in a moment. Now, if any of you want a pee or a big one, just go and get it done right now. Do you all hear me clearly? ?”

No one among the men below spoke, they all continued to work silently.

It took a while until the last wooden box was loaded onto the truck.

This type of truck can seat three people in the front row, so the man sat in the middle seat of a truck, and the fat man from before sat next to him.

They set off, leaving the dock and leaving Atlantic City. There were three trucks in total. They drove back and forth on the dim road. The headlights of the vehicles made the stags looking for food on the roadside raise their heads. A road sign stood on the side. , reminding drivers that they have entered the blueberry capital of the world, Hammonton, New Jersey.

Continue forward some distance.

On the highway, a car rolled over in the middle of the road.

"Son of a bitch," the man sitting on the first train scolded with an expression that said something had happened.

"Slow down and stop."

The driver in charge complied.

The man quickly walked off the train with the fat man and other men, holding guns in their hands, and came to the overturned car, where the driver was lying.

The fat man squatted down, took a breath and said:
"He's still angry."

"Whatever, let him throw it to the side of the road, and a few people will help me turn the car over," the man said.

As the overturned car was turned over, several people put away their guns and prepared to push the car to the side of the road. "Hey! Hands up!"

Two masked gangsters emerged from behind with guns, and the driver who had been lying on the ground also stood up, took out a gun from behind and pointed it at the man and the fat man.

The man looked like he had eaten shit. He slowly raised his hands and held the gun with two fingers, indicating that he was not in danger.

"What a fucking hell."

"Hey, do you know whose goods this is?!"

The shorter of the two masked men said in an arrogant tone:
"Throw away all the guns! I said! Throw away the guns!"

"You idiots." The man shook his head and cursed, then threw the gun in his hand to the ground.

After seeing everyone throw away their guns, the masked dwarf stepped forward angrily and answered the man's question.

"You ask me if I know whose goods these are? Haha, obviously they are all mine now!"

"what!"

The masked dwarf hit the man on the head hard with the butt of the gun in his hand.

……

"The coward's consolation, the thug's weapon! The thief's companion! The whore's friend! Indulging in wine will destroy your moral character!"

Vereesa Calhoun, daughter of Oliver Calhoun, the outstanding woman leader who led the women's right to vote in Rhodes, was delivering a stern speech at the podium.

"...Liquor is stronger than a tiger!"

After Vereesa's staged summary, the audience burst into warm applause.

If you look carefully, you can see that the nearly one hundred attendees in the audience are all well-dressed ladies without exception.

Except for the white-haired Arthur sitting in the corner of the first row.

"Starting tomorrow, we will start a new era! On the eve of this great moment, I am honored to introduce to you our outstanding female politician and a staunch advocate for women's rights, the beloved Betsy Morgan!"

Accompanied by applause, Betsy, who was sitting under the banner of 'Stay away from alcoholics', came to the podium with a smile. She first held Vereesa's hand, and then said kindly:

"Ms. Calhoun, thank you for your impassioned speech. You are like your mother and inspire me a lot."

With that said, Betsy glanced at the audience, then smiled at Vereesa again and said:

"When it's over, please be sure to lend me a copy of your speech."

Wen Sensen looked very pleased. She patted Betsy's hand and gave up the podium.

Betsy stood behind the podium, and after adjusting her emotions, she said:

"Ladies, many years ago, when I was a little girl, my father, Arthur Morgan, told me that drinking brings sin. I'm afraid there are more sins committed in the world because of drinking than there is in selling liquor. The total benefits are much greater. Those families who are hungry and cold, and their men who have been alcoholics for a long time still have to buy alcohol with their small salary..."

Off the stage, Arthur just smiled and looked at his daughter who was giving a speech. He was immersed in the joy of an old father looking after his children. Suddenly, he seemed to feel the sight coming from behind. When he looked back, he saw a person. The young man standing outside the hall was smoking a cigarette and looking at him.

After seeing the young man's appearance clearly, Arthur stood up and came outside the hall under Betsy's peripheral vision on the stage.

"Give me one too?"

"dad……"

(End of this chapter)