Red Dead Redemption Dawn Chapter 13

The bar John came to was called the Bull Bar. The signboard and equipment looked outdated, but there were not a lot of people in the bar. The people here included cowboys, outlaws, and workers. all kinds.

John ordered three continuous meals by himself, the night gradually dimmed, and the noise in the bar began to increase. John picked up the information of the Sean Gang to check, more than a dozen heinous guys were entrenched in the bear claw territory, Robbery of passing business groups or smugglers will sometimes take the initiative to rob houses. There is only a portrait of Sean in the data, a middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing a cowboy hat, with a rough appearance. The data specifically mentions that he has skull tattoos on the back of his neck and hands.

"a cup of beer."

A voice caught John's attention, and John looked towards the owner of the voice. From his back, he looked about 182, with a strong build, wearing a yellow canvas jacket and an old cowboy hat. Wearing a pair of blue jeans. Just like the cowboys around, John wouldn't have noticed him if it wasn't for the low, magnetic voice.

John put away the information and walked like the man.

"Hi, friend, do you mind if I treat you to a drink?" John asked sideways beside him.

The man looked at John's eyes, "I know you?" He had a very vicissitudes face, a pair of blue eyes, and very manly features. He looked a lot like a lion that could get angry at any moment.

"No." John said with a smile.

"Then I look like someone interested in you?"

"No, you look normal, and so do I."

"Then is there something wrong with your brain?"

"Because you and a friend of mine are very similar, you can even talk alike, but he has been dead for a long time, probably more than a year, and I often think of him. Please, just listen to me for a while, bartender, come on A good bottle of whisky. I'm going to have a good chat with my friend," John said to the bartender.

"Well, it looks like you really need to chat." The man nodded, not knowing whether it was for the sake of the wine or he really wanted to hear John nag about his friend who was very similar to him.

"John Wick" John stretched out his hand.

"Arthur Morgan."

"Like I said he's a good friend of mine, he taught me how to shoot, how to ride, how to survive in this west." John got a drink for Arthur, got himself a drink and confronted Arthur Speaking of.

"He's more like your mentor." Arthur said after taking a sip of whiskey.

"Yes, yes, to a certain extent, it is true that he finally contracted lung cancer and was betrayed by his friends. Even his most trusted partner abandoned him."

"That's unfortunate," Arthur said.

"You don't have to feel unfortunate for him. He is a desperado. He has a lot of blood on his hands. He is not wronged." John then poured wine for the two of them. "It's just that his passing still makes me a little sad."

"I'm also a desperado." Arthur nodded in agreement because he had no less blood on his hands than anyone else.

"That's why you made me feel so much like him." John said, looking into Arthur's blue eyes.

"Like many western outlaws, he is a member of a gang, he is still a core member, he is also a recognized sharpshooter in the gang, many big things in the gang will find him, even many small things will find him, but he does not complain What, but doing things well." John poured Arthur's wine and told about the old friend.

"He looked after everyone like the gang's nanny, but he never got tired of it."

"Then he must be very respected in the gang." Arthur nodded and said, he seemed to feel a little empathy.

"Yes, he is indeed very respected. In fact, he is quite kind, but he has been by the gang boss's side since he was a child. He is used to obeying the boss. He is very smart, but he will never question his boss. order, and will not consider the consequences of doing so for the gang, because he thinks he just obeys the order, and the other things are left to the boss to think about, he believes that his boss will not be wrong." John said again. For a drink, this $60 bottle of whisky is really good, and this bar doesn't buy fake alcohol.

"If his boss is smart, then there's really no problem." Arthur drank another glass and felt the aroma of the wine, and didn't seem too concerned about John's affairs.

"Yes, you're right Arthur, his boss is very smart, he will handle every emergency, he firmly unites everyone. Everyone in the gang trusts him and respects him as a mentor ." John continued to pour Arthur's wine.

"But my friend forgot, whether he admits it or not, the savage world of the West is gradually being replaced by civilization, they are being phased out, maybe he realized it, maybe not, I don't know what he was in at the time ."

"I agree with you. We outlaws are being eliminated. The world will gradually abandon us. Anyone who is smarter will realize this. This is something that can't be changed." Arthur heard this. He became agreeable, he knew that John was right, but what could a desperado like them do?

"Yes, his boss knew that too, so the boss decided to let them do the last vote. While they were planning, my friend unfortunately got lung cancer. It was very serious, so he started to get weak, and he began to realize that at the beginning If he didn't choose to be a villain or quit early, he might have survived, but his life can't be repeated." John's gentle tone made people feel that he was indeed reminiscing.

"I guess they definitely didn't succeed." Arthur remembered that the gang's recent situation was almost the same, and Hosea and Dutch in the gang were also planning the last vote. But many gangs have been like this over the years, not just them, so Arthur didn't think much of it.

"Yes, they didn't make it, like many, many western gangs. They killed a lot of people." John continued to pour wine for Arthur.

"So their boss took them and fled to a new place, but after their new place began to live comfortably for a while, their boss had a new goal, or plan. The boss told them that as long as they were done. With one vote, they can wash their hands."

"And then failed again?" Arthur thought the story was ironic and real.

"Yes, someone betrayed them, and they died a few more people." John said with a smile, "In the end, when he was dying, he found out that their last vote would never succeed, because he found that the boss was not Hope they quit this gang and don't want them quit this savage world. So their last vote will never work. But he knows it's too late, he's weak, he can't save any of the gang he likes And those who like him, he can only watch the boss take them to death again and again." John sighed.

"Their boss betrayed them? Why? Even if you don't want them to quit, you don't have to betray them." Arthur was puzzled, and his expression became a little silent.

"I don't know. I didn't understand why until a friend from prison told me a story. Do you want to hear it?" John looked at Arthur and said.

"Why not? I haven't finished my wine yet." Maybe it's because he hasn't heard someone else's story for too long, or the story of someone who is very similar to him, or maybe it's the effect of alcohol that makes him a little sentimental , and Arthur does wonder why.

"My friend is a prison policeman, and he takes care of the people who have committed crimes. One of them has committed a serious crime, but the evidence is not enough for him to be sentenced to hanging. He went to prison at the age of 17, and he He spent 55 years in prison. He thought he was going to die in prison, but one day the warden called him and told him that he could be released tomorrow."

"Then he must be very happy." Arthur judged uncertainly after hearing this.

"No, he was silent, more silent than usual, and he was out of prison the next day, but he came in again on the third night, charged with killing a family of three with a gun," John said after drinking a glass of wine. to "Arthur, do you know why?"

"I don't know, maybe they have a grudge?" Arthur said uncertainly.

"No, he doesn't know the family of three." John said looking at Arthur's blue eyes.

"Maybe he wants to grab some money?" The effect of alcohol slowed down Arthur's brain response, so he didn't understand it now.

"Neither." John shook his head and continued, "Because he wants to go back to prison."

"Why? He has a bad mind? Everyone knows that prisons can be bullied at any time, why?" Arthur was puzzled.

"Because he's used to life in prison, he's used to being bullied by prison guards all day, and he's not used to the civilized world outside. So he wants to go back to the world he is familiar with, he wants to go back to prison, he Don't want to leave the world he knows," John continued.

"I don't understand." Arthur frowned, but still didn't agree.

"Arthur, the boss of the gang, he doesn't want to go back to the civilized world. He wants to stay in the wild west forever, not to retire and return to the civilized world. As long as the gang is still there, then he can continue to be the boss of the gang in his world. .because once he retired he became an old man who could only farm all day, picking horse manure, milking cows, and living a peaceful life, no, he would never be like this, so their last vote was never It will work." John seemed to stop when he finished.

"Your friend is really unfortunate. If he is still alive, I really want to know him." Arthur was silent for a while after hearing this.

"What happened to their gang in the end?"

"Dead, almost all UU reading www.uukanshu.com died, and only a few fled abroad." John drank his last drink. "Although his hands are full of blood, he killed many people, but he is my friend after all. ... I don't bring him up often, but I miss him a lot."

"It's also his luck that he has a friend like you." Arthur raised his glass and said to John.

"Hehe, maybe, I really hope he can think about it more. If he thinks about it more, maybe everyone won't end up like this. He can't even save anyone in the gang in the end." John continued for the two of them. Pour wine.

"He can't do better, and I can't do too much either." Arthur was silent for a while.

Then John filled the wine glasses of both sides again, "Arthur, thank you. Thank you for listening to me. I'm leaving, and I have things to do tomorrow."

"John, thank you for telling me a very interesting story tonight." Arthur raised his glass and the two sides did their best.

"Arthur, I hope to meet you again in the future, bye." After that, John went to the bar to settle the bill. Then he went to his hotel.

Arthur shook his dizzy head after John left, then took out his diary and pencil and began to draw. Soon John's people appeared in the diary, along with a prison and a walkout. Old man in prison.

Arthur wrote on it: "Meet a guy in a bar tonight, he said I was a lot like his friend, and told me his story, a tragic story, I feel like the story seems to imply something, but I don't know yet. The man he told me was John Wick."

Then Arthur put away his diary, shook his heavy head and left the bar, disappearing into the dark night.

Chapter end