Red Dead Redemption Dawn

Cherman Marshall, 58 years old, the actual controller of the United Man gang, hooked up with an official in Blackwater Town, Andrew, eight years ago. After he helped him become a councillor of Blackwater Town, he succeeded with Andrew's help. Bai Bai became a rancher in a blackwater town.

United Man Gang: Gang boss Garfield, 38 years old, adopted by Chelman, is a ferocious, suspected sharpshooter, and is related to multiple murders. But because of Chelman's relationship, many pursuits were unsuccessful.

Patrick, 35 years old, Cheerman's number one thug, bodyguard, excellent skills and excellent marksmanship. He fled to Blackwater Town after committing murder in Saint Denis, and then knocked over four people in a bar conflict. A strong man was taken in by Chelman.

Jessica, 45 years old, Cheerman's financial officer and think tank, he is behind all the actions of the United Man gang. He is suspected of having a special disease, and his face is pale all year round.

Chelman's subordinates are mainly these three, and the remaining dozen or so thugs are not worth mentioning. John roughly read the information about the remaining dozen or so thugs and put the information into his backpack. Pull out the dagger behind the waist and start making split bombs.

But before John finished making a few doors, there was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Wick, are you busy?" a maid asked.

"No, please come in, what's the matter?" John asked the young maid. The life of the rich is luxury, and even maids are good looking.

"Mr. Wick, Miss Hathaway invited you to the courtyard by the lake and said that she has something to ask you. If Mr. Wick is not busy, please come with me." The maid smiled sweetly but said something like The order that Miss Hathaway brought to John.

"Let's lead the way, I'm not busy right now." John, who took money from others, felt that since someone else gave money, your service must at least be in place. The eldest lady told you to go over there. John put on a holster and took a pistol. , put on his coat and followed the maid out.

"Mr. Wick is very young." John did look younger than his actual age, although John was not very old.

"Yeah." Wick didn't say much.

"Mr. Wick, Miss Hathaway is over there, please come over there." The maid led the way with peace of mind seeing that Wick didn't want to talk.

There were several guards standing in the distance, and the pavilion was close to the Lake of Flat Iron, and Hathaway was practicing guns under a big tree.

The guards saw John approaching and did not stop him.

"Miss Hathaway, do you have something to do with me?" John thought his voice was neither humble nor arrogant, dignified and decent.

"Ah, Mr. Wake, come and sit over there." Hathaway's personality has nothing to do with her looks. She behaves more like a self-sufficient and successful man than a charming family lady, especially her She looked more like a bounty hunter than John, in a tight denim outfit that showed off her bumpy figure.

"Where does Mr. Wick come from? So young can be appreciated by Uncle Steve. Mr. Wick must be very capable. Uncle Steve can't look down on ordinary people." Hathaway invited John to the back of the pavilion to start He took a sip of the coffee on the table gracefully, and motioned for John to try it too.

"I grew up in the area between Valentine and Strawberry, and as an adult, I moved between these two towns. I'm not very old, but I don't think I'm a bounty for my appearance. The hunter’s job is a hindrance.” John stirred the coffee lightly with a spoon, and by the way, put his finger on the cup to measure the temperature of the coffee, and when he found that the temperature was just right, John picked it up and took a sip.

"I don't question Mr. Wick's arrogance, Uncle Steve's eyes are still very vicious, I just think that Mr. Wick who grew up in Valentine is out of tune with this savage part of the West, you are special. If I wouldn't be surprised if you told me you were from London." Hathaway.

"It seems that I shouldn't throw away my denim suit, so that many people who see me think I'm coming to London." John took another sip of coffee, the taste was slightly bitter but the aftertaste was very good.

"Mr. Wick, I have been with Uncle Steve since I was a child and liked to dance with knives and guns. Uncle Steve said I was very talented with marksmanship, but you know I have never competed with others. I have never been caught. I don't know if my marksmanship is as good as Uncle Steve's or it's just his way of making me happy. And the guards don't dare to talk to me, Mr. Wake, would you please help me See?" Miss Hathaway looks like the heroine of Twilight, but she has short hair and looks very capable in a cowboy outfit. She got up and walked towards the position where she had practiced guns earlier and motioned for John to follow.

"Miss Hathaway, in fact, in the duel of outlaws, or in the duel of marksmanship, the outcome is often based on who moves first. The best way to get the final victory is to do it first, and then the chance of death for those who do it later. More than 70%. Of course, the quality of marksmanship is of course important, my marksmanship is indeed good, but I am not sure that I have Mr. Steve's vision, but I am willing." John said as he came to Miss Hathaway's side .

"First move? Was it a sneak attack?" Hathaway tilted her head and asked.

"Yes, so to speak, it's a sneak attack." John replied affirmatively, he seemed to see the disappointment flashing in Hathaway's eyes. But the question is, who will fight with what gunman, if you turn around, I will kill you with one shot, isn't it bad to survive?

"Okay, it's different from what I think, but it doesn't matter. Mr. Wake, look." Hathaway motioned to the maid to place three beer bottles on the table, and then immediately took out the beautifully shaped beer bottle on Hathaway's waist. Custom revolvers. 'Bang, bang, bang. ’ All three wine bottles burst in a little over a second.

"Hoo~! Mr. Wick, what do you think?" Hathaway looked a little smug. She was in very good shape today.

"Very good, very good marksmanship, and the aim is also very good, Miss Hathaway has to say that you are indeed very talented, Steve is right, half of the shooters don't have the speed and accuracy of Miss Hathaway. ." It seems that the marksmanship is actually good, but of course John wouldn't say that.

"Really, it seems that Uncle Steve really didn't lie to me, Mr. Wick is not going to try it?" Hathaway looked very happy when she heard the compliment, so she encouraged John to show it.

John looked at Hathaway's serious expression, then nodded.

John looked at the beer bottle placed ten meters away, turned around and took out three fruits similar to red dates from the fruit bowl in the pavilion, placed them on the bottle mouth, and then returned to the original position in Hathaway's surprised eyes, facing him. Hathaway said.

"Miss Hathaway, would you mind counting three?"

"Of course I don't mind, 1!" John pretended to pose.

"2!" John then pretended to take a deep breath and looked serious. It made Hathaway a little nervous too. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"3!" Bang Bang Bang! Almost as soon as Hathaway's voice started, John's shot also sounded instantly. Hathaway had just finished shouting the third sound, and John had just finished the third shot.

"This~!" Hathaway's eyes were very good. Seeing that the three fruits on the mouth of the bottle burst open, but the bottle was not hurt, Hathaway twitched the corner of her mouth a little depressed.

"Uh~ yes, this is only when I'm in good shape. I'm in good shape today, and there aren't many outlaws with marksmanship like me, most of them are, uh~" John looked at his expression The depressed Hathaway explained with the corners of her rosy mouth.

"Like me, I understand, well, Mr. Wake, you are definitely a sharpshooter. I admit that I ignored this issue because of your youth." Heather praised John embarrassedly.

"Miss Hathaway, I'm serious, your talent is indeed very good." John looked at the deflated Hathaway and felt a little relieved.

"Mr. Wake," the old housekeeper Danny called to John under the eaves of the villa.

"Yes, what's the matter with Mr. Danny?" John turned around.

"Mr. Edwin will go to his bar later, and I'll tell Mr. Wick to prepare." Butler Danny said from where he stood.

"Okay, I see, thank you." Then John turned back to Miss Hathaway, who was depressed, and said, "Miss Hathaway, see you later." John nodded towards Hathaway and left the place towards Dan. Ni walked.

Hathaway looked at the gorgeous and exquisite custom-made revolver in her hand, and then looked at the three intact three bottles in the distance. Suddenly, she felt that her mood today was disrupted by John's three shots. Throwing the revolver to the side, the maid walked towards the villa.