Survival begins with Red Dead Redemption 2

Chapter 24 24, bloody eyes, the world still has braids

24,

At night, the patrol police in Saint-Denis are still busy on the streets, especially in the west of the city. Some suspicious people in ragged clothes are often escorted by the patrol to the police station, but if they don't obey, they will be beaten and kicked.

The corners of the dark alleys, the corners and other places where people could hide were all screened by these patrolmen. The cemetery in the north of Saint-Denis, which is usually not visited by people, was searched carefully twice, and the patrolmen left angrily after finding nothing.

There are no clouds in the night sky tonight. The big moon hanging in the sky has coated the tombs and steles in the cemetery with a faint silver light. The night wind is howling and whimpering, as if weeping for the people who are sleeping here.

An owl flew over and landed on the tall cross in the middle of the cemetery. It combed the feathers that had been blown by the wind with its beak, then tilted its head, and turned its head in a strange direction.

It was a tomb hidden in the shadow of the wall. A hand stretched out from the tomb and gently pushed aside the metal grille of the tomb. The oiled hinges did not make any movement as expected. A dark figure came out of the tomb. crawled out.

He squatted at the door of the tomb, carefully observing left and right, and after confirming that there were no other living people around, he waved his hand slightly inside.

Then, another figure crawled out of the tomb!
The two breathed a sigh of relief. It was too dangerous just now, and the patrol police who were almost searched discovered their hidden whereabouts.

"It's so dangerous, it was almost, almost being discovered by that patrolman, God bless, the job of tomb robber is too dangerous, should we come here another day?"

"Dangerous? You need to make a living, brother," another person said angrily as he counted the dead man's belongings by the moonlight:

"Tomorrow is the deadline to pay Mr. Bronte. If you don't have any money, do you want to feed the crocodiles? Also, if God really wants to bless us, then there should be more rich people in Saint Denis Die a few, instead of letting you nagging here."

"I just said it casually, why did you react so strongly. By the way, you came in later. What happened outside? Why did so many patrolmen suddenly appear?"

"I'm not very clear. I heard that they are looking for a Chinese man. Oh, what's the matter with you? Take out the wine in your arms and let me have a drink. I just nestled in the grave and didn't dare to move. , almost suffocated me..."

"Hey? I'm talking to you. Didn't you hear me? Why are you staring behind me..."

"Crack!"

This is the sound of the pistol hammer being pulled. He finally knew what his accomplice was looking at, and turned around slowly—the blue bloated double-breasted coat, the towering black helmet and the helmet on which stood for "justice" The copper-plated cap badge of "Order" clearly explained the identity of the other party.

Although the other party was in the depths of the shadows and couldn't see his face clearly, the previous movement still reminded them that the other party had already aimed a pistol at the two of them.

"We are hunting down a vicious Chinese bandit. So far, at least three patrolmen have paid their precious lives for this." The patrolman's voice was very low, but the words were clear:

"As a citizen of the city of Saint-Denis, everyone has the responsibility and obligation to assist the police in catching the robbers, instead of going in and out of the police's ambush, let alone disrupting the police's plan, you two damn , dirty, despicable, stinky rats who only know how to dig dirt and eat in graveyards!"

"Gudu!" The two swallowed, and it took a long time to realize: "We paid money to Mr. Bronte, according to the rules, you can't arrest us..."

What the two said was a bit lacking in confidence.

"Of course I know Mr. Angelo Bronte's rules, so I didn't shoot just now, didn't I. But I don't allow you two to disturb the rest of these souls under our noses!"

"Then we..."

"Then what! Leave your guns and all the bullets on your body, and get out of my sight immediately, immediately!" After finishing speaking, the patrolman added:
"And that bottle of wine in your arms, these poor souls need comfort!"

No one thought about the relationship between wine and comforting the soul. The two people who were shocked left all the bullets on their bodies, and the bottle of wine, and rolled out of the cemetery with their harvest tonight.

Seeing that the two had gone far away, Dai Pingan rushed forward, grabbed the bullets on the ground, and opened the magazine of the revolver. The six holes were all empty.

Dai Ping'an was finally able to breathe a long sigh of relief until he loaded the bullets, closed the magazine, and stuffed the remaining dozens of bullets into his pocket.

In the flames of Wu Hai's house, all the equipment on Dai Ping'an's body was on fire, including the expensive black suit.The two belts and bullet belts with more than 200 bullets in them were thrown far away by him.He may dare to hold on to the scorching flames, but he still dare not play with two strings of "firecrackers" that sound more than 200 times and can explode at any time.

So when he killed Wu Haizhi with a single shot, only the Schofield revolver in his hand and the half-burned fashionable trousers stayed with him.However, considering the scorched state of his skin at that time, it didn't make much difference whether he wore pants or not.

Under the cover of night, he found Saint Denis again and got rid of Wu Haizhi's disciples who had heard the news, but this did not mean that Dai Ping'an was safe.As Wu Haizhi said before his death, Robinson's second son is now the deputy sheriff of the St. Denis Police Department. How could he let Dai Pingan go.

Of course, this had something to do with Dai Pingan's commotion when he ran away.On the way to escape, he was discovered from time to time, and he used up the remaining five bullets in the gun and killed three patrolmen before he got back the police uniform he was wearing and the opportunity to hide in the cemetery.

The streets are full of patrolmen, and he will be spotted if he goes out without taking two steps.

Now that dozens of bullets were in the bag, Dai Ping'an felt a little more confident in escaping.He drank the bottle of wine left by the tomb robber to fool his hungry stomach, and then a big knife appeared in his vision.

The broad back of the knife is thick and the blade is thin, killing people without blood. Zi Weiwei and Lan Wawa's ghost-headed sword is specially used to behead people at the entrance of the vegetable market!

"Gudu!"

This time it was Dai Pingan's turn to swallow.

The handle of the broadsword is held by a strong hand. Looking along the arm, the body is tall and big, completely exceeding Dai Pingan's body. Under the smooth and shiny forehead, the black and thick braid looks like a A black python is wrapped around its neck.

The visitor stood on top of a tomb, with a bright moon above his head, looking down at Dai Pingan from a high position. Although he couldn't see the other person's face clearly against the light, Dai Pingan had already guessed who the visitor was.

"Hands up! Weapons down!"

This was Dai Ping'an's last struggle, but the other party smiled lightly and pointed at Dai Ping'an with a knife: "A man is a man, if he dies, he will die. Why bother with this unnecessary struggle! Your gait has already betrayed you, so go ahead and arrest Dai Ping'an." Safety!"

gait?Is this TM still the American West? How did it become a martial arts?

Dai Ping'an's heart collapsed, he never expected to be blocked by Yan Xiaoguo in the end.

"So, you already know my identity, so you know everything about me?"

"I've heard about Dai Ping'an for a long time. What you did today is worthy of Yan's gift!" As he spoke, Yan Xiaoguo raised his knife upside down, clasped his fists and saluted: "I didn't expect that I met you today during the day." It's you, I wanted to let you go, but your revenge is related to the livelihood of tens of thousands of workers in Huaguo, Yan Mou can't be careless..."

"Okay, don't talk so much useless, what do you want?"

"There is an old saying: the king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to..."

"Stop, my mother will still be outside, and the king's life will not be tolerated!" Dai Pingan interrupted Yan Xiaoguo again, and he let go when the matter came to an end:
"You should be able to see that I have never seen the so-called bullshit imperial court in my eyes. You should stop talking to me about these nonsense monarchs and ministers!"

"Could it be that you are the remnants of Zhu Ming who opposed the Qing Dynasty and restored the Ming Dynasty?"

"No! I don't have the ancestors of that cow! I'm just an ordinary person, even if I don't like your Tartar dog emperor, I don't like that old witch, what's the matter?"

"Shut up!" Yan Xiaoguo was completely angry, and pointed at Dai Pingan with a knife, and wanted to say something, but Dai Pingan was not polite, and while pointing his gun at Yan Xiaoguo, he interrupted the other party for the third time:

"Fuck you! Why is it that some people are born to be masters, and they can even be fucking emperors, while others are born to be slaves! I just don't accept it! Fuck you!"

While talking, Dai Pingan looked down and said:

"Between the two of us, it's probably... let's say it's ten steps. I know you're good at kung fu, but I still need to see whether it's your sword speed or my spear speed within ten steps! Anyway, only one person can do it today." Go out alive from here, the two of us will compete and decide whether to live or die!"

"it is good!"

The owl on the cross was so frightened that it flapped its wings and flew away, and the howling night wind also stopped at this moment.

Dai Ping'an was sweating in the hand holding the gun, and the muzzle of the revolver was aimed at Yan Xiaoguo, who was calm and composed, but Dai Ping'an had a wonderful premonition that the next moment, that ghost-headed sword would strike on his head.

That premonition became stronger and stronger, and Dai Ping'an struggled in his heart. He wanted to find the feeling when Wu Haizhi's eyes were about to be gouged out, the feeling between life and death. He wanted time to slow down, and only slowed down. Only then did he have a chance to gain a chance of life under Yan Xiaoguo's knife.

Dai Pingan stared closely at Yan Xiaoguo, his left eye began to ache——

wrong!

This is to let that old thing not poke well.

Try another way, Dai Pingan bit his tongue, a fishy sweet taste began to fill his mouth,

Not right either!
I bit my tongue, so you give me this?
Maybe he saw Dai Ping'an's hesitation, maybe he was impatient to wait, and wanted to end everything sooner, Yan Xiaoguo raised the big knife in his hand.

At that moment, the sword was shining brightly, and there seemed to be a bright moon between the sky and the earth. At this moment, Dai Ping'an felt that he had found it!
Following the feeling, Dai Ping'an took a deep breath, just like his uncle once taught him, to breathe to the end, when he couldn't take any more, the world in front of him was on fire.

An invisible flame burned in the center of his field of vision, and spread to all directions. Wherever the flame passed, the colorful colors in the original world burned and melted with the flame, and at the end of the fire, only a piece of flame remained. colors,
The color of blood!
Bloody eyes!

Bloody world!

This group of flames burned so fast that compared to it, the whole world slowed down, no!The flame is not fast, because in this bloody world, everything, including time, should be slow.

Finally found!
Dai Ping'an's eyes widened excitedly. Yan Xiaoguo's original movement of raising the knife actually slowed down. Although it didn't slow down much, it was enough for Dai Pingan to predict his next move.

Correspondingly, he only needs to move the muzzle of the gun, and it is enough to move it slightly.It was very difficult to move this little distance, so hard that Dai Pingan used all his strength to feed, and the muzzle moved little by little, and finally moved to the position he wanted according to Dai Pingan's wishes.

The index finger began to exert force, and the trigger was squeezed little by little.
Yan Xiaoguo couldn't dodge this bullet!

Dai Ping'an believed so firmly in his heart that no one could stop him, even the rebirth of Jesus, he said it!

then,

Time returned to normal.

The world before Dai Pingan's eyes also returned to normal.

Yan Xiaoguo had already raised the knife above his head, but Dai Ping'an didn't even have the strength to pull the trigger.What's worse is that there are two patrolmen on Yan Xiaoguo's side running out of nowhere with their guns raised.

"Hands up! Weapons down!"

"Put down your weapon!"

Dai Pingan breathed heavily, like a fish that was about to die of lack of oxygen. The sweat permeated the scorched skin on his head, and slid down his face drop by drop.

But he still didn't put down the weapon in his hand.This is not because of his stubbornness in the dying struggle, but because the person pointed at by the two patrolmen is Yan Xiaoguo.

Yan Xiaoguo put down the ghost-headed sword he was holding high, but he didn't let go. He jumped down from the tomb, trying to explain something, but this sudden action startled the two patrolmen.

"Bah!"

The bullet grazed Yan Xiaoguo's ear and hit the stone wall of the tomb at the back, and the flying gravel hit Yan Xiaoguo's back sorely, but he didn't dare to make any unnecessary movements.

"He is..."

"Drop your weapons!" X2
Yan Xiaoguo wanted to explain, but the two patrolmen did not intend to listen to his explanation. He turned his head to look at Dai Pingan, but in the shadow where Dai Pingan was still staying just now, there was no trace of the other party!

Yan Xiaoguo knew that it would be superfluous to explain anything at this time, and wanted to go back with the patrolman first, and then he could explain everything clearly.As for Dai Ping'an
— Lucky him!
With a sound of "clang", the big knife that had followed Yan Xiaoguo for many years fell to the ground.

Abandoning weapons and surrendering is a shame for a soldier, but for the sake of the overall situation, he can only make this choice right now.

Two patrolmen came up to him, one pointed a gun at him, and the other pointed a gun butt at Yan Xiaoguo's forehead with bulging veins!

"Snapped!"

Blood dripped down his forehead, Yan Xiaoguo didn't even blink his eyes, but he didn't expect that this little policeman would dare to hit him!He glared at the other party, so this look was regarded as a kind of provocation, and he took two more hits.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

More blood flowed, half of Yan Xiaoguo's face was covered, but he still didn't blink, and didn't even move his body.

The patrolman who did it flinched, only to irritate another patrolman.

"Some of them have hard bones! But don't worry,"

Asking the colleague to hold the gun, the patrolman came to Yan Xiaoguo's side, grabbed the braid, and pulled it backwards, causing Yan Xiaoguo's body to take two steps back involuntarily:
"You just have to learn to lead them like a dog."

While speaking, he twisted Yan Xiaoguo's braid around his hands a few times, and then slammed it on the ground, pulling Yan Xiaoguo who hadn't reacted straight to the ground.

"what!"

An inhuman roar resounded through the entire cemetery of St. Denis, and accompanied by rapid gunshots, a head soared into the sky.Before the patrolman fired a second shot, Yan Xiaoguo's right fist had already swung in front of him, and another head fell down.

Letting go of his fist, retracting the black Hidden Sword, Yan Xiaoguo turned around and went back, picked up the ghost-headed machete on the ground and slashed wildly at the previous corpse.

Blood splattered everywhere!Flesh flying everywhere!
A patrolman hurried over when he heard the gunshots, but when he turned the corner, what he saw was a pair of blood-red eyes that had been killed.

Blood red eyes, blood red braids.

The big knife swung up with a "woo" and split the person in front of him into two.

So this cemetery became the Shura field of the Saint-Denis policemen. Every policeman who dared to rush in was either decapitated, or he was hacked with a knife.

I don't know how many people were killed, and how many shots were shot. Between the sound of knives and the sound of gunshots, Yan Xiaoguo, who had regained his senses, finally stopped.

Kneeling on one leg in the middle of the cemetery with the knife in hand, he couldn't swing the knife anymore, his body still had strength, but the strength in his heart had been squeezed out by the roar just now.

He found that no matter how sharp the knife in his hand was, no matter how fast he swung it, he still couldn't maintain his own dignity, the dignity of his homeland, and even less the sacred dignity in his heart.

Four patrolmen cautiously surrounded him with carbines, followed by a man with a pistol, but in Yan Xiaoguo's eyes, it didn't matter anymore.

With a "clang", the ghost-headed sword that had beheaded an unknown number of people tonight fell to the ground again.Yan Xiaoguo knelt down, facing the east, and knocked down heavily.

"The filial piety is incompetent, and it is difficult to repay the country's favor!"

Pressing his head tightly to the ground, Yan Xiaoguo roared out the last sound.

The four patrolmen raised their guns and aimed at the bloody Chinese man on the ground.

"Bah!"

"Bah!"

"Bah!"

"Bah!"

Four shots were fired,

Four bodies fell down.

Yan Xiaoguo raised his head, just in time to see the fifth patrolman holding a carbine upside down and swinging it in front of him.

"Snapped!"

Flying half of the butt of the gun, Yan Xiaoguo was finally knocked unconscious.

"Repay NM, thank you."

Dai Pingan spit on the ground.

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To make a digression, today's content is inspired by a TikTok that I found last night: a story about a Chinese diplomat named Tan Jinyong. If you are interested, you can check it out.

Weak countries have no diplomacy.

　Thanks to the book friend fortune teller for your urging, I didn’t save the manuscript, I was busy with something yesterday, so the update is late, I’m sorry.

　　Thanks to the book friend fortune teller and the monthly pass of rushB for free

　　Thanks to Zhang San, who is third -level head, thanks to Fusheng Fan Miao, thanks to those who know not to speak for discomfort, thank the fortune -telling family, thank the perfect leaves, thank you for meeting the confidant, thank you for the old pops of the waste soil, thank you for the Rushb given to it. Thank you Maffei, thank you for the recommendation ticket from the unknown patient
　　
　
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