Red Dead Redemption Dawn

"No, I want to help him." John looked at the disdainful guys around him and didn't get angry, but explained sincerely.

Cliff is a blond man in his thirties, with a beard, and wearing clothes that fit him, he looks decent.

"Hehehe, tell me that you are so helpful." Cliff laughed a few times, but still asked what John was going to do.

"I can clear his bounty." Looking at Cliff, he said seriously.

"You said, we'll believe it?" Cliff gave John a look.

John didn't speak, but looked around at the people in the room.

"You go out first." Cliff motioned to his subordinates.

After a few people heard it, except for Peter, who was offered a reward, everyone else left the room.

"I'm the sheriff of Blackwater Town. I'm not here to arrest him this time." John said to Peter, and took out the badge of the Blackwater Township Police Station and some documents.

"Then Sheriff John of Blackwater Town, what are you doing here this time?" Cliff picked up the badge and looked at it before asking John about his purpose.

"About five days ago, one of our agents disappeared in Armadillo Town. Then we had two more agents who came here to look for him, took it over and disappeared again." John took out the photo of the missing agent and handed it over to him. to Cliff, then continued "I hope to get them back."

Cliff glanced at the photo on the desktop, then at John.

"Why didn't you go to the police station?" Cliff asked.

"They disappeared in Armadillo Town. There is something wrong with that town, but I haven't found any strong evidence." John took out a cigarette and handed it to the two of them, then lit it and took a deep breath.

"Did you and the sheriff have a holiday?" John asked Cliff suddenly.

"No, I have nothing to do with him. Why do you ask that?" Cliff was puzzled.

"I told him to come to catch Peter to trouble you, and he handed me a task." John took two deep breaths.

"What mission? Kill me?" Cliff said unsurprisingly.

"He will pay me a lot of money for burning the winemaking house next to you." He gestured to the winemaking house next door.

"Then you should see another guy. He is with the richest man in the town. And that guy is the owner of the town. Most of the police officers in the police station are his people. The town mayor, his name is Chrissen. And the sheriff of Armadillo fell ill a few months ago." Cliff introduced the guy.

"Sick?" John frowned and thought for a while.

"Well, as far as I know, that's the case, but the reason is not clear, you are very smart and didn't go to the police station to ask directly, because if someone goes missing in Armadillo Town, then this guy Krisson must know, or even he did it. "

"You had a holiday with him?" John asked.

"Forget it. Originally, our bootleg wine was bought in the town and the town next door. He wanted to take over the business recently, but none of them could make better bootleg wine than us. He came to him last month. He wanted me to work for him." Cliff talked about his recent grievance.

"The requirements he mentioned must be very harsh." John commented after listening.

"Of course, so I rejected him. It must be the fake sheriff he ordered from Armadillo Town." Cliff looked at John and continued to ask.

"Then what are you going to do now?"

"I just want to find my detective. If my police officer is missing and related to him, I don't mind throwing him on the gallows as well." John finished his last puff of cigarette and then threw the cigarette **** on the ground and stomped it out with his foot.

"I suggest you go to the jail northwest of Armadillo Town. Maybe your detective is inside. But there are several detectives guarding it," Cliff said.

"Thank you for letting me know." John said to Cliff and was about to leave the house.

Looking at John Cliff who was leaving, he asked aloud.

"What about Peter's bounty?"

"I'll remove his bounty when I go back." John didn't look back, but walked out of the house.

"Can you give me my weapon back?" John said to the man at the door.

"Of course, a good weapon." The man praised John's two guns.

"Fifty-five dollars a piece." John took it and put it in the holster, then got on his horse and left here.

Waiting for John not far away, Jakota asked directly when he saw John turning back.

"How's the talk going?"

"It went smoother than expected." John looked at Jakota and told him the information John had.

"Where are we going now?"

John lit another cigarette, then began to think, and motioned to Jakota if he wanted it.

Yakeda shook her head to indicate that she would not smoke.

"Back to Armadillo," John said after smoking.

The two went back to the bar in Armadillo Town and ordered something by the way.

John saw Horn with the big straw hat again in the bar, who was also eating.

So John walked over.

"Hey, Horn, we meet again." John greeted Horn.

"Oh, it's you. Didn't you go to arrest someone, why did you come back?" It was no surprise to see John Horn.

"There are too many people on the other side. I can't just kill the two of them directly. It's almost like courting death. I just went over to have a look. I'm waiting for an opportunity." John explained.

"Do you live in town?" John asked.

"No, what's the matter with you?" Horn shook his head.

"Do you know who is in conflict with that group of bandits? I want to find some helpers." John said to him.

"I don't know, maybe you go to the police station and ask, they may be interested in killing these guys." Horn shook his head, saying he didn't know.

"That makes sense. Do you know where the sheriff is? What's his name?" John asked again.

"His name is Cavill, but our sheriff doesn't seem to be feeling well recently. He has been resting at home. I don't know if he is infected or not." Horn said absently.

"I want to visit him, maybe I can persuade him to kill the group of robbers. Do you know where the sheriff's house is?" When John spoke, his voice was not too small, and people around him could almost hear it.

"It's in the small two-story building on the east side. He has a bad temper recently because of his health. I wish you good luck." Horn spoke in the same voice, because everyone in the town knew the sheriff's recent situation, so he didn't have to worry about anything. .

"Thank you." After John finished speaking, he came to the bar and said to the bartender, "What do you sheriffs like to drink?"

"No one can refuse a good whiskey, but the Sheriff liked brandy before." Of course, the bartender knew the Sheriff's taste.

"Give us a nice bottle of brandy and a bottle of whiskey, I need to visit, your sheriff."

"I can give you a beautiful box." The bartender happily helped John pack it up. For every bottle he sold, he would get a dollar as a reward.

John and Jakota walked towards the Armadillo Town Sheriff's small building with a wooden box.

John stood in front of the second-story building and knocked on the door.

"Sergeant Cavill! Are you at home? I want to talk to you." John knocked on the door vigorously.

"That bastard, knocking on my door to disturb my rest?!" A very grumpy voice came from the small building.

Then there was a hurried downstairs.

Then the door was opened, and a tall, fifty-year-old old man held a double-barreled shotgun against John's forehead.

"You'd better give me a **** reason not to punch a hole in your head."

"Hey~hey~ Calm down. Sheriff Cavill, I think we can talk." John raised his hands to show that he was not a threat.

"What do you want to talk about? Come to laugh at me?" Cavill asked John after sizing up John's eyes.

"No." John looked left and right, then looked at Jakota, who glanced back and forth and shook his head to indicate that there was no one nearby.

"I'm a sheriff, but now I'm a bounty hunter who's here to hunt down criminals. I think we can talk, and we may be able to make a deal." John whispered slowly approaching Cavill's ear.

Then John left his ear and said loudly, "I'm a bounty hunter, chasing a murderous criminal, and I need your help, Sheriff."

"For the sake of the wine, come in and talk about your business." Cavill put away the double-barreled shotgun and said to the two of them.

The two of John entered the road smoothly, and he locked the door with his backhand in Cavill's hut.

"Come with me upstairs to talk." Cavill led the two to the room on the second floor.

"Show me your proof." After Cavill closed the door, he asked John for proof.

"Of course." John took his badge and ID to Cavill to check.

"Sheriff John, what's your purpose here?" Cavill returned the badge to John after reading it.

"Five days ago, one of my police detectives disappeared..." John began to tell his real purpose of coming here.

"Actually, I haven't been in charge for a few months, and I have lost my right to speak in this town." Cavill said in a sullen voice, he stood up, opened the brandy that John brought, and took several gulps.

"You didn't have a single one at the police station?" John asked.

"There are a few more, but they are on the edge of the police station, and basically they have nothing to do with them. The wine is good." Cavill said after taking a few sips.

"Who is in charge of the town now? Who is he? How did he take the town's right to speak from you?" John wanted to hear the opinion of the Armadillo Town Sheriff.

"His name is Chrissen. Three years ago, he was a liar in the town, and he had no ability. Everyone could bully him." Cavill talked about the liar in the town three years ago.

"Until three years ago, after missing for more than half a year, he did not know where to get a large amount of cash, and then began to give generous alms to the people around him. He also built wells and repaired houses in the town for free. Seeking a return. He said he said he made a lot of money investing in Cornwall shares, and then he was going to invest in his hometown, Armadillo Town, and build it up and prosper." Cavill said of Cleason's family history.

"He also invested a lot of money, so in the second year, when he was running for the mayor of the town, he got a lot of support."

"Then he began to corrupt the town with money. The town was indeed more prosperous than before, but it gradually became his own town. Many people who opposed him would disappear the next morning, and there would be no trace ever since." Will finished his last sip of wine.

"When he started to visit the police station, why didn't you stop him? He didn't have that much power at the time, right?" Yakeda asked.

John glanced at Jakota and motioned him not to ask any more questions. Jakota looked innocent.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of. He added a lot of people on the grounds that the town is getting bigger and bigger, and he gave me a lot of money. After half a year, the police station is basically his people. I also gradually faded out of the small town. The town's police station, everything after that is basically none of my business." Cavill was not embarrassed, but generously expressed his greed and stupidity.

"According to you, this guy probably made my agent?" John took out a cigarette, handed it to Cavill and then to Jakota, but Jakota shook his head to indicate that he didn't smoke.

"No one can do this except him." Cavill lit a cigarette and took two deep breaths.

"How many people do you have in the police station?" John asked.

"There are 20 detectives in the police station, and six of them still listen to me. The others are his people, take his money, eat his, use his, including my deputy sheriff." Cavill After a moment of silence, he said.

"He himself has five subordinates who follow him all the year round." Cavill added.

"That means he has nineteen obedient people?" Jakeda said on the side.

"Well, or there are a few more in his house, I haven't been there, I'm not sure." Cavill said uncertainly.

"There are more than twenty, but there should be less than thirty." John smoked a cigarette and counted Christen's manpower silently.

"Do you have any idea?" Jakota looked at John's thoughtful appearance.

Hearing this, Cavill also looked at John, who was thinking about it. To be honest, who doesn't want to go back to the police station and continue to be the chief, if possible.

"I don't know yet, see if he is willing to take the bait." John said uncertainly.

"Let's go back and wait for a while, and if there's a large number of cops out tonight, Sheriff Cavill, if, I said, if I can take most of his men, can you let your men control the rest of the cops? Detective?" John said uncertainly.

"I can control no more than ten people," Cavill said.

"Well, that's fine. Let's find a place to rest first." John said to Jakoda, then turned back and told Cavill.

"No accident, UU reading www.uukanshu.com I will take some people away tonight, you are ready."

"no problem."

John and Jakota walked out the door.

"Where are we going now?" Jakota asked.

"Go to the police station," John said.

The two came to the police station again.

I saw the sheriff and a few people reading newspapers inside.

"Hunter, you guys don't seem to be going well." The sheriff looked at the two of them up and down and asked.

"Well, I took a look. There are too many people. We used to court death." John nodded.

"So you're here?" the sheriff asked.

"Ask for help, but your sheriff didn't provide any effective advice except cheating me on a few bottles of wine." John complained.

"He's old, and even if he wants to help you, he can't do anything." The deputy sheriff laughed a few times.

"Then Deputy Sheriff, are you willing to provide some help? My partner and I can take the lead, we both shoot well, and you are in charge of fire support. We just want to catch our criminals. As for the money and supplies in the house, We only need a small part. How about most of it?" John said, looking at the middle-aged white man in his thirties and forties.

"I'll think about it." The deputy sheriff pondered for a while and said uncertainly.

"Okay, my partner and I will stay at a nearby hotel first. If you are interested, Mr. Deputy Sheriff, go to the hotel to find us. We are always here." After John finished speaking to the Deputy Sheriff, he pulled Jacques Except for the police station.

The deputy sheriff in the police station looked at his face with a thoughtful expression.

"Sheriff? What should I do?" A clever subordinate stepped forward and asked.

"Go to our mayor and see what he wants to do," the deputy sheriff said after thinking about it.