Red Dead Redemption: Western Consortium

Molly is a poor woman. She has always been deeply in love with Dutch, but Dutch obviously only regards her as a playmate.

Dutch has recently become interested in Mary Beth. After all, Mary Beth is not like a gang member, but more like a young female college student.

It was also because Mary Beth was young enough and had no male companion.

Perhaps in Dutch's heart, the woman he loved most was still the Annabelle who was killed by Colm.

"Well, maybe we should call him old pervert Dutch, Arthur."

"We are all single, and Dutch is eating from the bowl and looking at the pot. This is a bit too much."

"Okay, it seems we have arrived. Arthur, did you see the carriage and tent behind the front house? That is the temporary camp of the Lemoyne Raiders."

"Let me count. There are only 8 people. How about four of us? Let me see if your marksmanship has improved, Arthur."

David sat on his horse and said to Arthur.

Their arrival had aroused the vigilance of the Lemoyne Marauders, but the two did not take it seriously.

Arthur replied: "Of course, why not, I also want to see your shooting skills, David."

"Then let's have a battle between cowboys."

As they approached the Lemoyne temporary camp, several people there had already taken out their guns and issued an expulsion warning to David and Arthur.

At the moment of approaching, Arthur and David drew their guns on their horses almost at the same time and started shooting at the Lemoyne Marauders.

A series of gunshots rang out, and when he looked over, all eight people were killed by headshots, without even the slightest ability to resist.

In front of sharpshooters, ordinary shooters are simply like chickens and dogs.

"Arthur, your marksmanship has grown rapidly recently."

David couldn't help but sigh. After just a short shooting, he could feel Arthur's strength improving by leaps and bounds.

According to his own standards, Arthur is now at the level of five times the speed of death. Even David, relying on the advantage of the m1899 pistol, is almost as powerful as Arthur.

This means that Arthur has firmly surpassed David in terms of actual strength.

This kind of growth rate is simply abnormal, probably due to the advantage of having the aura of the protagonist. You must know that even Mike, fed by an unknown number of bullets, is still far away from the five-speed Dead Eye.

Moreover, David knew that this was not Arthur's limit, but without the emergence of tuberculosis, it was unknown whether Arthur's will would change and grow to a frightening eight times speed.

But reaching six times speed is definitely a sure thing.

Six times speed, even in the Cowboys era, was definitely the top level among the best. In later generations, it would belong to the level of Ace Agent and King of Gunslingers.

"Oh, David, I didn't expect that your marksmanship would be so much better. This is beyond my expectation."

Arthur didn't have the concept of dead eyes, but he could also feel that David was as powerful as him.

After dealing with the Lemoyne Marauders, Arthur dismounted and went to search. He was always so industrious and would not neglect mosquitoes just because they were small. David no longer looked down on these little things.

"These poor guys, the total of 8 people can't even get enough 20 US dollars. Oh, David, I feel now that they really have a lot of cash codes." Arthur complained.

David replied: "Exploitation is everywhere, Arthur, and I don't think Shady Belle will let you down."

Arthur shrugged: "Well, I hope so."

"One more thing, David, it's about the O'Drisco gang. Micah and Pearson met their people when they were shopping in Rhodes Town."

"It seems that guy Colm wants peace talks. Farke, this is a big joke. Hosea thinks it's a trap."

"But that rat, he convinced Dutch to meet with Colm."

"I really don't understand what Dutch is thinking. We already know the location of Camp Colm, why don't we just go and kill them."

David was not surprised by this news.

"Arthur, when they set a time, you can tell me. I have many people coming from Valentine who may be able to help."

"If they are playing any tricks, we will kill them together."

"As for today, let's kill the Lemoyne Marauders first. Of course, we need to wait until night to make it more convenient."

Arthur nodded: "No problem, David. I need to go back to the camp first and call Lenny and Charles. Let's meet at the Rhodes Town Tavern."

David nodded and returned to find Mike.

David had nothing to worry about about the attack on Shadybele, the Lemoyne raider stronghold.

In a small-scale team battle of about fifty people, especially in the form of an attack, the presence of a sharpshooter is simply a dimension-reducing blow.

You must know that Dead Eye's ability is not only reflected in the revolver, but also includes the sniper rifle.

Hang up a six-power scope and use a dead-eye sniper, and it will be a complete massacre.

David will also participate in this operation, of course, mainly to clean up the battlefield. He will also arrange for a few people to transport the Maxim machine gun away on a carriage.

Letting Mike participate is to prevent him from soaking in drinks every day and wasting his marksmanship and strength.

In the Federation and in the West, no matter now or in the future, there will never be a safe time. Only by maintaining strong strength can we survive better.

If you don't even dare to deal with dozens of small gangsters, then why talk about becoming bigger and stronger?

Moreover, there are no elite gunmen among this group of Lemoyne raiders, and the real elites of the White Alliance are not here either.

Those elite Confederate soldiers who had retired from the battlefield were basically concentrated around leader Lindsay Wofford.