Red Dead Redemption Dawn

Director Leiter is looking for him? Did something happen?

The thought flashed through John's head.

But John has never heard of any major events in the past two days, but John speculates that it must be a major event, otherwise it is impossible to find him.

It's not that John is conceited. If it's just a trivial matter, then he certainly won't use himself. Chief Leiter himself has a number of very capable subordinates pursuing various cases.

John took out the cigarette and smoked, and then picked up the list of gunmen he had picked out. Looking at the address on the last name, John felt that recruiting suitable subordinates needed to be done in advance.

She took out her pocket watch and looked at it. It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, which should be enough time.

John picked up the blackwater town sheriff's hat and put it on his head and walked out of the police station.

"Plumm, I may not be back until after five o'clock in the afternoon if I go out for a while. If there is anything, let them come back after I come back."

After giving the order, John mounted his horse and headed towards the northwest of Blackwater Town near the upper reaches of the Montana River.

According to the addresses on the list, where are the three homeless people in Dorom recently?

An hour later, John followed the smell of grilled fish to find the three Doroms who were camping by the river.

They were sitting on a dead tree and grilling fish around a bonfire. They looked cleaner and looked much better than the last time they saw them.

"Hart, are you ready? I think you can eat it." One of the homeless said to the other homeless.

"It's still a little short, you can't wait, it's delicious when it's all cooked." The homeless man reached out to the hands of the grilled fish after he knocked it off with a stick.

"Am I disturbing you?" John asked as he tied his horse and walked over.

Hearing someone make a sound, several people looked at John.

"Of course not, sir, first... Oh, it's you! Mr. John!" Dorom looked back to see who it was, and immediately stood up and walked towards John.

"Mr. John, how are you?" Dorom asked happily.

"Not bad, how about you?" John nodded, looking at the mental outlook of several people.

"Very well, since we were injured last time, we have left and came here. There are a lot of fish here. We used the money you gave to buy some fishing tackle and some tools, so we have been living well recently." Dorom briefly explained his recent situation.

"Yeah. You guys look really good." John looked at the simple wooden house built under the big tree, which could only keep out the rain but not the wind.

"Yes, Mr. John, we are preparing dinner, would you like to try it? Hart's craftsmanship is not bad." Dorom said to John tentatively.

"I happen to have never eaten, mind if I eat one?" John and Morrie had only eaten once an hour ago, but that time John was very restrained and only ate one person's portion.

"Of course I don't mind, hey! Billy, hurry up and make room for Mr. John." Dorom immediately kicked away Billy who was sitting in a pile of excitement.

John didn't mind and sat directly on the dry branch.

Then John took out two bottles of wine from his bag.

"I happen to have two good bottles of wine here."

"Oh~ that's great." Hart happily took the brandy, and after opening it, he poured a little on the four or five grilled fish that weighed over a pound.

"The mellow aroma of the wine will make the grilled fish taste better." Hart explained, and then handed the wine to John.

"Yeah." John nodded in agreement.

"Mr. John, you didn't pass by this time, right?" Dorom said after looking at John.

"No, it's a special trip to find you this time." John explained.

"Then what can I help you with? If we can help, we won't refuse."

"Let's go over there first?" John gestured towards the river.

"Okay." Dorodo nodded, then got up.

"Remember to leave us two." John joked to Hart and Billy.

"Of course, I will let you **** craftsmanship, Mr. John. My craftsmanship is really good." Hart nodded and assured.

"I'm also looking forward to Chef Hart's grilled fish." John responded and walked towards the river with Dorom.

Walking to the river, John looked at the endless calm lake and took out a cigarette, handed it to Dorom, and asked after lighting it.

"I remember you said that you have been a soldier for ten years?"

Facing John's question, Dorom nodded, "Yes, eleven years to be exact."

"Why don't you take a job as an escort? Veterans like you are still very popular with farmers." John continued to ask.

"I tried to be a escort, but I lost the job because of my own problems, and other farmers didn't hire me after that." Dorom explained his own problems.

"what is the problem?"

"War sequelae, or battlefield sequelae, is a mental illness."

"Are you okay now?" John continued to ask.

"It's much better. Even if I had a nightmare and returned to the battlefield again, I wouldn't be able to hold a gun and shout to attack and cover." Dorom said with an embarrassed smile.

"Is it that serious?" John looked at the guy up and down.

"It was like this in the beginning, but now I am most frightened to wake up. Besides, friends from the same army are still sleeping beside me, so I have not committed any more crimes for more than a year."

"The three of you are in the same army?"

"Yes, I didn't know each other very well at the time, but they all remembered each other, and Hart was the wrong cook."

"How's your marksmanship?"

"Mr. John, do you need to save anyone? If so, just give me and Billy a handy weapon, and then we can provide powerful help." Seeing John ask this, Dorom continued Speaking of.

"We've all been involved in a few small wars, small but equally brutal, and the ones who survived were either very good marksmen or very lucky. Most were the latter, and Billy and I were the former. Billy and I are both used to using rifles, and we can provide you with some fire support at short and medium distances."

"Billy has sequelae too?" John didn't return and continued to ask.

"He's a little bit more serious than me, but he's recovering better than me. He basically doesn't have that problem now. I'm planning to find him a suitable security job after a while." Dorom said about his plans for a friend .

"Actually, I came to you this time to give you a job."

"Really? You're giving me a job?" Dorodo said incredulously.

"Mr. John, did you take any bounty mission? We can help you in the battle."

"Actually, I'm the sheriff in the dock area of ​​Blackwater Town. I'm looking for a few trusted men to help me with some cases in the dock area. I actually think you're not bad." John explained his trip. the main purpose.

"Are you interested?"

"You mean to be a blackwater town police detective handling the case?" Dorodo said in disbelief.

"Yes, working under me, have you ever had a similar experience?" John asked casually.

"No, but my former team served as a short-term outpost in the war."

"Are you the captain?"

"No, just one of the squad members, oh~ I don't even know how to thank you, Mr. John, no, Sheriff John, you saved the three of us and gave me a job, oh my god, this Probably the luckiest month I've had in three years. Thank God, thank you, Mr. John." Dolom was a little excited.

"I do lack some trusted people, ah~ By the way, which family of three in Beecher's Hope Ranch, have you ever gone to worship?" John thought of Triss's family.

"Yes, we went to help clean it ten days ago. We think you might know some family, that was one of the few things we could do for you at the time." Dorom nodded and admitted.

"Very well, do they have a place to live?" John asked, glancing at the two not far behind.

"No, no, but I'm going to find Billy a **** job. He basically has no problems now. He has fully recovered in the past two years." Dorom said.

"The two of them can go to my manor to help temporarily." John suggested.

"Your manor? Really?"

"Well, I'll pay them a suitable weekly salary, if they want." John looked at the two people who were eating grilled fish and fine wine in the distance.

"No, no, they don't need pay. My own pay is enough. Giving them a clean place to rest and a meal is enough." Dorom said excitedly.

"They won't be asking for anything. They can still protect the manor. Hart's marksmanship is not good, but he is very heroic. Mr. John, I will handle their affairs. They listen to me."

"It's okay, you planned to find a job for them. I just need some people who work for me. I will give them a suitable weekly salary. This is a must. Don't refuse." John glanced at it. The two who were still eating, then took out fifty dollars and handed it to Dorodo.

"Take them to the hotel to take a bath, get a haircut, and change into clean clothes. Then go to my manor to report, stay at my place for one night, and I will make suitable arrangements for you tomorrow." John said again I took out my pen and diary, and wrote my letter arrangement. Also told the address of Dorom Manor.

"When you go to the manor, give this letter to Ms. Eva at the manor, and she will give you a suitable room." After writing the letter, John handed it to Dorodo, then took out his pocket watch to read it. Looking at it, it's already four o'clock.

It's time to go back to the police station.

"Let's go over and talk to them." After John finished speaking, he walked back with Doroto.

"Mr. John, we have left you the most tender grilled fish. It tastes great." He happily picked up a grilled fish on a wooden stick and handed it to John.

"Your craftsmanship must be great, I can already smell the fragrance inside." John took the fish and smelled it, it was really fragrant.

John didn't eat slowly, he ate a fish in a few seconds.

And the other half, Dorom, is preparing a speech.

"It's great." John sucked his fingers and said to several people.

"It's almost time. I still have something to do. I'll leave first. Dorom, take them to the manor after finishing the business."

Then John got on his horse.

"See you tonight, gentlemen." John picked up his hat and gestured and left.

Seeing leaving John, Billy and Hart were confused.

"Dorom, what did Mr. John just say?" Hart asked.

"This is very good news. Mr. John decided to hire us to work at his manor." Dorom said happily.

John returned to the police station at exactly 5:30 and the office Kane and Lambert were sitting on the sofa discussing something.

"John, where have you been? You're only back now." Kane asked.

John went straight to the chair and threw his hat on the table.

"How's the investigation going?" John asked casually.

"Fortunately, Django is indeed very familiar with Blackwater Town, which saves me a lot of time. If nothing else happens, I can solve most of this pile of documents within a month." Kane smiled and pointed to Zhuoshang's document.

"I went out and found a partner for you. His name is Dorom. He is a retired infantryman in his 30s. I have seen the marksmanship, and it is very good. It is also trustworthy, but I don't know how well he can handle things." John said Dorom.

"Really, then why don't you bring it back for us to meet," Kane said.

"He still has two friends. I told them to go to the manor first, and we can see you tonight. I think Kane will take him with you tomorrow. Give him some things and see how he does. Come back and tell me. Talk about his performance, so that I can arrange his position." John said his plan.

"Can."

"Well, maybe I need to go out for a few days." John said uncertainly.

"Did something happen?" asked Lambert, who has always been reticent to talk.

"I don't know, but Chief Leiter told me to wait for the General Administration to find him. I don't think there will be anything good." John said.

The last time Chief Leiter mobilized the sheriff was the siege. I don't know what it was this time, but John didn't feel much worse.

In short, there is a high probability that something went wrong.

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