Red Dead Redemption: Western Consortium

"Chief Ryder, there is a gentleman here who wants to talk to you."

"Oh, just let him in."

Opening the door, David walked in.

Inside, Sheriff Ryder was holding a cigar in his mouth, lighting a kerosene lamp and reading a newspaper.

Seeing David, the police chief put down the newspaper and said with a smile: "Sir, you look familiar. I wonder if you need my help with anything."

Doesn't he look familiar? He is also a wanted criminal in Blackwater Town.

Although there was no reward poster posted, the Sheriff definitely had David's personal file.

"David Callander, Sheriff Ryder should have heard of that name."

David reported his real name without any scruples.

In this strawberry town, he doesn't need to have too many worries.

Sheriff Ryder was just stunned for a moment, then he immediately reacted and said sternly: "Fake, the wanted criminal in Blackwater Town, who gave you the courage to stand directly in front of me."

The words were particularly harsh, but not loud, and Sheriff Ryder did not make any other moves.

Sheriff Ryder, who had investigated the Van der Linde gang, knew very well that this was an extremely vicious criminal with countless lives in his hands.

Of course, the most important thing is that Sheriff Ryder did not feel that he could subdue him in this small room.

This is not a game, this is reality.

In most cases, people consider their own life safety first.

"Chief Ryder, please calm down. I came here this time to negotiate a deal with you, not to cause any trouble."

"Sergeant Malloy of Valentine, let me say hello to you on his behalf."

David said calmly.

Hearing Malloy's name, Ryder relaxed a lot.

"I'm warning you, David, don't think about causing any big trouble in Strawberry Town."

"If you had any sense, you should leave here now, immediately, immediately. I don't want to cooperate with a wanted criminal."

Ryder took a puff of his cigar and returned to his seat, as if he didn't really want to talk to David.

David just smiled, then took out five 100-dollar bills from his pocket and placed them on the table.

"Chief Ryder, this is a small personal gesture on my part, and it is also my sincerity in cooperating with the Sheriff."

"If Sheriff Ryder talks to Malloy, he will know that I am in the bootlegging business. If Sheriff Ryder is willing to cooperate with me, then every month, I will give Sheriff Ryder $300. .”

"It's the same amount from Sheriff Malloy."

"Of course, this is just a temporary amount. When my business grows a little bit, I can naturally give more."

Sheriff Ryder looked at the 500 US dollars in front of the table, his eyes lit up and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

This is his salary for a year.

The face that was originally incompatible with David became softened because of the beautiful sword.

In the Federation, the United States sword can solve most problems. If it cannot, it only means that the United States sword is not enough.

This is a world of capital. Let alone a small town police chief, even the president needs sufficient political donations to be eligible to run.

Especially in the west, sometimes if you are more direct, you will find that the effect is better.

Whether it's $500 or $300 every month from now on, this is an amount Sheriff Ryder can't refuse.

Moreover, whether it was the cigar that Chief Ryder was smoking or the smell of alcohol that David smelled when he came in, it meant that this chief was not that upright.

After just a brief hesitation, Sheriff Ryder quickly pocketed the $500 on the table.

"Oh, Mr. David, you know, Strawberry Town is a prohibition town. If you do this, it will make it difficult for me."

At this time, Sheriff Ryder had a smile on his face.

At the same time, he also wanted to talk about price.

David shook his head and said: "Chief Ryder, this is just the initial number. My business has not been spread yet. Once it is done, there will naturally be more."

"Besides, Sheriff Malloy also has the same amount. This is a unified price, otherwise it will break the rules."

"Also, Chief Ryder can call me Mr. Callander."

When Sheriff Ryder heard this, he also knew that the price could not be negotiated for the time being.

"Well, Mr. Callander, I think we will have a great time working together."

"Here in Strawberry Town, there are no taverns because of Prohibition, and your business is sure to make a lot of money here."

David nodded: "Of course, I have also seen such business opportunities, but there is still a small matter that I need to trouble Mr. Sheriff."

"In the police jail, there is a friend who was unfortunately caught. If possible, I would like to take him away tonight."

For such a request, Sheriff Ryder, who had already received 500 US dollars, naturally had no reason to refuse.

He directly took off the prison key hanging on his waist.

"I will take the police officers out to investigate the situation. You have 30 minutes, Mr. Callander."

"Oh, Fuck, there will be news about a prisoner escaping from the prison tomorrow. It will probably be in the newspapers."