Red Dead Redemption Dawn

In the Blue Lizard Tavern, Dutch took a few sips of wine, then looked up at the gang's little accountant.

"Do you know what I've done for this gang?" Dutch said to Strauss in the tavern.

"We all know, Dutch, that you formed this gang, and you are a mentor to those young people in the gang," Strauss said.

"Teacher? No, no, no. I'm a murderer, a robber, maybe a little bit kind." Dutch retorted, but then he explained, "But most of what I do is for you, to make You have a great future."

"Yes, we all know." Strauss nodded.

"But a lot of people don't know about it lately," Dutch said with a self-deprecating laugh.

"Maybe they have their concerns and ideas, but in general they will definitely focus on your plan, Dutch, for so many years." Strauss said affirmatively.

"You don't have to worry about these things at all, Dutch, it's not your concern."

"But I care about their concerns and thoughts, because it would put us all in a corner," Dutch said.

"I don't think so." Strauss said disapprovingly.

Arthur had just entered the Blue Lizard Tavern when he heard Strauss discussing issues of principle.

"There may be surprises, but in the final analysis. There are no absolutes, and many things are ambiguous, so we often need to compromise." Strauss said to Dutch with reason.

Arthur certainly didn't know what they were discussing when he saw this scene.

"Compromise? Well, there is no word 'compromise' in my life dictionary, and at my age, I'm afraid it's too late to change." Dutch obviously couldn't talk to Daqi on this matter. odd debate.

"Hi~ Dutch, Strauss~ How are you?" Arthur looked at Dutch, who was at a disadvantage, and came forward to greet him.

"Ah~ Arthur. How are you? What were you two doing just now?" Dutch asked.

"Doing business~ Marston's business." Arthur pointed to Marston who came to his side.

"Very well, is it done?" Dutch asked again.

"Of course, we can get the money only after the auction is over," Arthur said.

"Olipold, my good friend, since you're here, why don't you go with Marston to see how things are going?" Dutch said to Strauss.

"Okay, no problem, I'm good at handling this." Strauss nodded and then got up and motioned for Marston to follow him.

Marston and Strauss walked out of the tavern.

"What did you argue with Dutch just now?" Marston asked curiously.

"Small thing, he thinks someone in the gang doesn't trust him lately," Strauss said to Marston as he mounted his horse.

"Don't trust him?" Marston repeated, frowning.

"Yes, don't trust him." Strauss confirmed again.

"He's been really nervous recently. He actually reused Micah recently. This is something I can't think of. I don't know what happened to this guy," Marston said.

"It's not primarily willing," Strauss said.

"What's that?" Marston asked.

"Hosea and Arthur, they fought a lot. Or he and Hosea fought a lot," Strauss said.

"Yes, they have been arguing a bit more recently." Marston nodded, he also knew this.

"If you had a choice, who would you choose?" Strauss asked suddenly.

"What?" Marston looked confused.

"Between Dutch and Hosea," Strauss said.

"What the **** are you talking about?" Marston couldn't understand.

"Forget it. Let's go down and see how that shipment went." Strauss said, pointing to the house in front of the livestock auction.

"Of course, it should be over. I promised to give the person in charge an 18% rebate." Marston led Strath towards the auction office of the ranch.

"Eighteen percent? What did you do? You **** his daughter?" Strauss said.

"He knew that this batch of goods was stolen." Marston said briefly.

"Then what you did is really meticulous. You can make such foolish mistakes, wait ~ where did they all go?" Strauss felt that something was wrong.

It stands to reason that there should be a lot of people here, but he didn't see a single one.

"Maybe to count the goods." Marston guessed.

"I don't think so, there is a problem, Marston." Strauss stopped and said vigilantly.

"You're right, little accountant." A voice came from the room.

Immediately afterwards, at least a dozen mercenaries emerged around.

They both had rifles or shotguns in their hands aimed at both of them.

And the speaker also came out of the house.

This guy is tall and burly fat, well dressed. His round, fat face made him not look too dangerous.

If you ignore the dozen or so elite mercenaries around him.

"Who are you?" Marston looked at the people around him vigilantly, only a dozen or so he saw.

"John Marston?" The fat man took a carbine rifle from the man next to him while looking at the cigar.

"Do you know that the flock you grabbed today is mine?"

When Marston heard it, he felt that things were bad and he was going to suffer.

"You can try if your six-shot revolver can kill a dozen of us at once~www.NovelMTL.com~ Fatty saw Marston touching the gun and said again, his tone full of encouragement.

Marston looked at the guy, but still didn't move.

The fat man was satisfied with his reaction.

"Or put the gun down yourself, and I'll consider taking you to meet your boss, Dutch van der Linde."

On the other side, in Valentine's most luxurious land, Milton, his deputy Ross, and four members of the hunting team held binoculars and watched Marston and Strauss who were surrounded by the auction.

"Looks like they've complied," Ross said after a few glances.

"That means the good show is yet to come." Milton said lightly.

Then he turned to the four and asked, "Did our people hide?"

"Withdrawn from Valentine's range," said one of the members.

"Are we really not going to shoot? I think we can kill them here, including the legendary sharpshooter, Arthur Morgan?" I thought the members didn't quite understand Milton's idea.

"Of course not, we have let Cornwall down. Let him feel the ferocity of Dutch and others before he can give us enough understanding." Go to the Blue Lizard Tavern.

"Only in this way can we get more support from him and more opportunities for cooperation, which is very important to our business. Today we are here to watch, the ability of this group of thugs in Dutch." Milton looked at Cornwall Er was shouting outside the pub.

"Dutch? Arthur? Don't let me down." Milton whispered to himself with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

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