Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 380: Appointment for a Visit
Guns can kill people, and gun barrels can hit people. Sean McGuire was hit hard and gradually woke up. His brain, which had been a mess because of being suddenly taken hostage, regained its ability to think.

"Hey, hey, man, be gentle, this hurts. You're Arthur's friend? He's my friend too; we're all friends." Sean McGuire's best skill is actually his mouth; during the Blackwater robbery, he and Mike Callander were arrested together. Mike was tortured to death, and although Sean was also arrested, he was able to save his life and come back without confessing.

The fact that the same person has different fates just proves that this person knows exactly what to say and when; for example, at this time, when Arthur, the sharpshooter, was at his wits' end, he began to actively try to save himself.

"We can deal with the problem as friends. There's no need to use guns when talking to friends. We can sit down and talk it out. Haven't I introduced myself yet? I hadn't joined Arthur when you met him..."

Lin You interrupted the chattering Irishman and asked in a gloomy tone, "Do you want me to invite you in and have a drink? Would you like tea or coffee?"

"Actually, I like Bai Lan more... Ouch!" What hit Sean's head was no longer the barrel of the gun, but the thick handle of the gun.

Arthur watched his "noisy brother" get beaten, feeling helpless but also in admiration. Sean had no other skills, but he was smart; although the beating on his head was quite severe, in fact, this process intentionally or unintentionally eased the tension between the two sides.

A hit on the butt of a gun is better than a bullet.

"No need for a drink, but we can indeed talk. We don't have to use force to solve the problem." Arthur tried to open his eyes wide to look at the person behind Sean, but the other person had his back to the lights in the car and kept his face hidden behind the hostage, so he could only see some dark outlines.

Not to mention recognizing his facial features, he didn't even have a chance to shoot. How could he be such a nerd in college or a rich second-generation who lived a life of luxury? He was like a veteran thief in the West or an experienced detective.

"I am not holding the hostages for my own safety, but to protect you." Lin You's words sounded shameless to the three gangsters of the Fan Gang. "I hope you will not do anything extreme for the sake of the hostages, otherwise I will have to fight back; if I do that, it will only hurt you."

"Are you sure you're not kidding?" John Marston retorted; he seemed no different from when he first met him in 1892, acting and thinking just as restlessly as he did then.

Mr. Marston responded with a sudden gunshot.

After the "bang", a scream and an exclamation sounded almost simultaneously.

"Ouch... FUCK! My ears are going deaf." The one who screamed was Sean McGuire, because Lin You fired the shot almost right next to his ear; not only was the gunshot deafening, but the heat from the burning gunpowder made the Irishman feel as if half of his cheek was burning.

But no matter how Sean screamed, the hand pinching the back of his neck remained steady; the pain in his cervical vertebrae went deep into his bones, making the Irishman dare not move.

On the other side, John Marston, the target of Lin You's shooting, lost his pistol with a cry of "Damn it!" The bullet shot from the carriage penetrated his gun chamber, and after colliding with the bullet in the magazine, the structure of the revolver was completely destroyed by the violent vibration.

John raised his numb arm and realized at a glance that the gun in his hand could only be recycled as scrap metal.

The sudden gunshot made the atmosphere tense; only Lin You remained calm and said, "Mr. Marston, it seems that you really have forgotten what you saw in Arizona. Perhaps this shot can help you recover more memories?"

Not only John, but Arthur and Charles also looked solemn. They all saw the effect of this shot; if the opponent did not hit the target by chance, but did it intentionally, then this shooting skill was beyond the scope of the so-called "sharpshooter".

"Arthur, I think we have to find another way to solve the problem." Charles spoke in a muffled voice. As the most honest person in the entire Fan Gang, he felt obligated to remind his friends; "He still has five bullets in his gun, which can kill us all."

The rest of the words didn't need to be said, because Arthur Morgan could understand them. The human head is much larger than the barrel of a revolver; if the people in the car wanted to, they could easily blow off the heads of the three of them. On the contrary, the three of them were difficult to pose a fatal threat to the other side because of Sean McGuire. "Let go of our guys, I swear to leave immediately." Arthur Morgan made a decisive decision.

"I don't care about your oath, Mr. Morgan; I don't care whether you leave or stay, or whether you want to pull out a gun to fight me. Really, I don't care." Lin You resumed the "leisurely" action of hitting Ireland on the back of the head with a gun; but the muzzle of the gun that had just been fired made Mr. Sean feel that his head was not only painful, but also a little hot.

No matter how powerful Arthur Morgan's Dead Eye is, it will not be taken seriously by the Gold Saint whose attack speed reaches the speed of light; even if John's Dead Eye is added.

"Then what do you want? Keep us all here and send us to the police station to collect the reward?" Arthur's courage was as strong and rough as his voice. Even though he knew that the other party was powerful, he still did not lose the momentum.

Lin You almost laughed out loud: "How much is the bounty for all of you combined? Five thousand or ten thousand, can you afford a luxury private carriage?"

"..." Arthur was very angry; Dutch was right, every one of these rich people was so hateful.

"what on earth do you want?"

"I don't want anything." Lin You turned his gaze away from the gangsters. "I will let this chattering Irish kid go, and you can leave with the money you robbed. This is to express my goodwill and sincerity."

"And then?" Arthur's face was full of vigilance; in the context of the West and gangs, kindness and sincerity are both "luxuries", which often mean that the recipient has to pay a huge price.

Lin You said frankly: "Then I will find time to visit Mr. Dutch van der Linde and Mr. Hosea Matthews. I don't think they will show any ill will towards me. Speaking of this, I found that I really missed Mr. Matthews; we had a good chat at the beginning, and I really thought he was a country teacher!"

"Do you need me to help you find the direction to our base?" Arthur asked with a gloomy face.

"No need for that; since I can meet you, I can also find your base." Lin You calmly cast tracking magic on several Fan Gang members present.

"Are you sure? Should we move to a certain train station and wait for your luxurious private carriage to come to visit us?" For some reason, Arthur always felt that the young man in the carriage was a little weird; he really didn't like this kind of person.

"Don't worry, Mr. Morgan. If no one can find you, you don't have to run around; if others can find you, then so can I - it's a very simple truth, right?" Lin You laughed and pushed Sean out of the carriage door; Ireland never thought that he would be released suddenly, and he missed a step and fell from the connection between the two carriages, falling to the ground.

"It just so happens that your gun is right at your feet, Mr. Sean; but I sincerely suggest that you put the gun away after picking it up, and don't do anything that you will regret." Although Lin You's voice was gentle, it sounded like the devil's whisper in Sean's ears.

The Irishman quietly raised his head and took a look around, and found that his companions still held their guns after he was released; so he immediately understood the situation and wisely put his gun back into the holster.

When Arthur Morgan chose not to shoot, Sean McGuire should not have shot.

"Good night, everyone; I won't invite you in for tea." Lin You completely ignored the guns and short guns on the opposite side, and said good night slowly before closing the car door.

Listening to the sound of horse hooves going away outside the door, the writer thought to himself: "I didn't find any traces of magic or divine power on these people. It seems that the bait or thread that Patrick Morgan used to lure me into the game was not on them."

(End of this chapter)