Red Dead Redemption, I Build an Umbrella Company

Ducky’s face turned sudden, and he stared at Brontë in silence for about two seconds or so.

“We’re not professional killers, at least not intentionally.” Ducky looked straight at Brontë, and the hand under the hem of his sleeve involuntarily clenched into a fist.

Including Arthur and Hosia next to him, they also showed some angry expressions.

Seemingly not paying attention to Dach’s expressions, Brontë refilled himself with a glass of wine and said disapprovingly: “I didn’t know you were so particular about it…”

“Or maybe you’re not willing to help your friend?” Of course, if you feel that you can’t start with an old friend, how about a different person? Hechterfellowes, the annoying newspaper owner. ”

Ducky restrained the anger in his heart.

For him, every word of Brontë in front of him seemed to humiliate him.

Especially when I thought about everything when I was at the door of the villa before.

“I’d love to share your worries, but it’s not such a thing.” Ducky also stopped using honorifics, and his voice became ~ a little cold.

“I’ll pretend to understand what you’re saying…” Shrugging his shoulders, Brontë put down the wine glass in his hand.

“I mean no offense, sir.” Ducky exhaled.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, these vulgar people, they all hate me.” Brontë suddenly smiled.

“It’s nice to talk to you, but I know you’re busy, so I won’t bother much.” Ducky took his leave.

He didn’t plan to intersect too much with the Brontë in front of him.

On the one hand, there is the attitude of the other party, which makes Ducky angry and disgusted.

On the other hand, they who have already come to the banquet can already look for new targets.

“Okay, okay, go and enjoy, you’ll start to miss the good times with bison on the prairie.” Brontë sneered, looking at Ducky and the Arthur crowd behind him.

“Have fun, gentlemen.” Ducky couldn’t help but let his anger show.

“You too, but I want to ask one last thing, what is your purpose?” Brontë asked with a smile towards Darch.

“We … Well, we need money. Ducky looked at Brontë and said bluntly.

“Money? Of course, everyone loves it. Bronte nodded.

“How about three thousand dollar knives? It’s all scattered money, no one will find out, just kill that guy, don’t you hate him too? Brontë crossed his hands and looked straight at Ducky with his chin on his back.

Three thousand dollars, this is definitely a huge amount.

You must know that when they robbed the Cornish train in the village of Coulter and sold those bearer bonds, they only received a thousand dollars.

Their gang probably hasn’t made that much money in the past few months.

If Myka is here, it is estimated that his eyes are already full of beautiful knife symbols.

But now here is Ducky.

“Mr. Brontë, I said we are not killers, maybe you should go to someone else!” Dach’s voice was like squeezing out of his throat.

At the same time, his eyes became cold.

“Okay, okay, I see, maybe you can go and see the tram stop, there are a lot of people who take the tram every day, so then there’s a lot of cash and it’s shipped to the bank.”

“To be honest, I’m different from you guys, I can’t touch these things, but you… As an outsider, you can, let it go, you’re welcome. ”

“Well, have a good time, gentlemen.”

Brontë said jokingly to Darch.

“Goodbye.” Ducky turned away with a gloomy face.

Following Ducky out of the second floor and to a slightly more secluded place, Hosea asked Bill to let the wind go, while he discussed it with Arthur and Ducky.

“Ducky, what are you going to do?” Hosea asked towards Ducky.

“Brontë is not to be trusted, he is using us as a gun.” Arthur couldn’t help but speak.

From the attitude of the other party, it is obvious to feel Brontë’s malice.

“Of course I understand that we are here to make money, not to cause trouble.” Ducky nodded darkly.

“Although Brontë is not a good thing, at least we have a useful information that the tram station may have a lot of money.” Ducky tried to make his expression look better.

But Brontë’s contempt, coupled with Chen Xu’s success, all kinds of elements filled Ducky’s heart with anger.

“Tram stop? I think that may be a little unreliable. Arthur couldn’t help but speak.

Although he doesn’t know if the tram station has any money.

The words that could come out of Brontë’s mouth made him really a little unconvinced.

After all, they had just rejected each other. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

“At least a target, Hosea you go and inquire to see if there is a suitable place for robbery.”

“Arthur, you and Bill are going to make some new friends for us.”

“I went to see Cornwall, and some of our Pinkerton agents who were tracking us down, did they spot us coming.” Ducky spoke.

Although Milton threw himself under Chen Xu, he did not continue to track them down.

But this does not mean that they are safe, after all, it is not Pinkerton who is tracking them behind the scenes, but Cornwall.

Looking at the back of Ducky leaving, Arthur wanted to speak.

Originally, he wanted to tell Daqi if he wanted them to go to Chen Xu and inquire.

But thinking about Daki’s attitude, the words that came to his mouth were swallowed back by him.

Instead, Hosea next to him saw what Arthur was thinking.

After Ducky and Bill had walked away, Hosea returned to Arthur, who was going to make friends in the yard.

“Arthur, you secretly go to John and they inquire about this, Mike’s side is too conspicuous, and pay attention not to let Ducky know.” Hosea whispered.

Hosea, who knew the character of his old friend, understood that if he really let Daqi know that they were going to ask Chen Xu.

Before they could figure out whether the tram station had any money, Ducky might lead the gang to action.

“I understand, I’ll find John and them to investigate.” Arthur nodded.

To be honest, Arthur himself didn’t want to do such a thing, but it was for the gang.

And just as Arthur was about to go to John and Charles to learn about the tram stop.

Chen Xu was also chatting with someone about a big business.

“Are you going to sign Cornwall? That plot of land reserved by the Indians? In front of the garden ready to release fireworks, Chen Xu and Henri Lemieux sat together and chatted.

“Why do you say that? That was before, now? Henri Lemieux shook his head with a smile, ignoring Pierre’s informing him that Cornwall had been on the phone for ten minutes.

Listening to Henri Lemieux’s words, Chen Xu was slightly stunned.

Then he reacted to why Henri Lemieux said this.