Red Dead Redemption: The Great Philanthropist of the West

"One thousand dollars...no, five thousand, five thousand dollars!"

"If you let me go, I will give you a large sum of money, a full five thousand dollars."

When Brontë realized that a thousand dollars couldn't sway Dutch, he quickly increased the price by a full five times.

He figured that a cowboy like Dutch, who only ever wandered the wilderness, would never have seen such a large sum of money and would definitely be tempted.

He always believed that everything has its own price, and everything can be measured in money.

In a sense, this was indeed the correct principle in America at that time. However, his narrow-mindedness and stingy nature made him always think that a country bumpkin like Dutch would definitely be impressed by a large sum of five thousand US dollars.

Although he was still being held hostage by Dutch, his gaze towards Dutch still carried a condescending attitude. This made Dutch, whose face was already gloomy, look even more unpleasant.

"So your life and your reputation are only worth $5? What a pathetic and filthy piece of shit."

"Haven't you always been arrogant and looked down on us country bumpkins? Show me how arrogant you can be again."

Dutch pressed Schofield against Brontë's forehead and growled at Brontë in a low, somewhat frantic and neurotic voice.

“You remember this: you’re the one who should be pitied. All your men and all your money can’t beat this country bumpkin.”

The neurotic Dutch didn't realize that Brontë had secretly pressed a hidden switch next to the bathtub when he appeared.

That was used to notify the maid downstairs to come up and add hot water for him.

He hoped the maid who had been taking care of him would be quick-witted and notice something was wrong, bringing guards to his aid. Brontë thought to himself, extremely anxious, while simultaneously trying to find something to talk about to buy him more time.

But Dutch didn't give him that much time. Looking at the face that had just slapped him and was now filled with a crazed expression, Brontë didn't have time to think too much and immediately begged for mercy and threatened:

"If you're not satisfied with the price, we can discuss it; everything is negotiable."

“This entire city is mine, this is my territory. Killing me will mean nothing to you. You won’t have a good end either; all my men and the police will find you.”

These words should have been avoided, but Dutch hated nothing more than being threatened. He pointed a gun at Brontë with one hand and frantically pressed Brontë's head down with the other, immersing him completely in the bathtub and creating a series of bubbles.

"You'll get what's coming to you, huh! You've finally found me!"

"Come on, let them all come..."

At this moment, Dutch completely ignored Brontë's struggles, his lips twitching, a morbid excitement on his face. He forcefully pressed Brontë's head down, completely forgetting his other purpose for coming. He needed seed money to build a new free gang.

After a long while, he finally ignored the water stains on the carpet, released the long-silent Brontë, and slumped down, his face still flushed with excitement.

"Mr. Brontë, is there anything you need?"

The belated maid finally responded to the dying Brontë. Somewhat anxiously, she called out from the doorway, waiting in vain for her master's reply.

When she opened the door and saw Brontë lying motionless in the bathtub, she was about to cry out in alarm when a large hand covered her open mouth. After a flash of cold light, she lost her breath.

Dutch finally remembered that he needed to make money and leave, and regretted killing so quickly that he forgot to force Brontë to reveal the combination to the safe in his bedroom.

As the stench of blood spread, time was running out for him. After fiddling with the safe for a while, Dutch, somewhat annoyed, gave up on deciphering it.

He didn't have Arthur's incredible lock-picking talent, so he had no choice but to take out the explosives and plan to use the crudest and simplest method to blow it up. However, this would wake up the entire rich neighborhood, and he would have to start fleeing again.

"boom--"

A loud bang startled the guards left on duty at the manor and disturbed the tranquility of the wealthy neighborhood.

The guards on the street were also drawn by the sound of the explosion and quickly gathered. This was an affluent area, inhabited by the city's powerful and influential figures. If anything happened, these ordinary "public servants" would be in deep trouble. They couldn't afford to be careless.

Despite their swift reaction, by the time they arrived at Brontë Manor, Dutch had already packed the gold and cash from the safe in his backpack and, armed with a large sprayer, had killed several of the manor's guards.

"Fake!"

Seeing the guards and mounted police surrounding him from all sides, and the alligators eyeing him menacingly on the riverbank, Dutch abandoned his plan to escape underwater from the bridge and plunged headlong into the complex industrial area.

After a series of twists and turns, leaping and bounding, and briefly shaking off his pursuers, he instantly shed his glamorous clothes, exchanged them with a beggar on the roadside for a tattered hemp garment and a broken bowl, and rolled around in the muddy road. With his limp, he seamlessly transformed into a roadside beggar in an instant.

It must be said that after so many failures, Dutch has grown a lot, lost a lot of his vanity, and become more down-to-earth and ruthless.

Even so, he still couldn't escape easily after killing people like he had done before.

This time, it seems he used explosives in the wealthy area and killed the tycoon Brontë, causing such a huge commotion that under pressure from the powerful, Chief Inspector Benjamin was woken up in the middle of the night and personally took charge of the command center. He also transferred most of the detectives from other branches to block off all exits of Saint Denis and launched a massive search of the wealthy area and the western industrial area.

Even the Pinkerton detectives led by Ross, after receiving news of Dutch's possible reappearance, voluntarily joined the search and arrest operation. He hadn't quite agreed with Milton's principle of forbearance before, and now that Milton had voluntarily withdrawn, and he had been assigned to lead the team to continue the previous mission, he naturally wanted to do a good job.

After evading increasingly rigorous searches and interrogations, Dutch knew he couldn't just sit and wait to die. He took out a wad of cash and a few small yellow croakers from his package and stuffed them into his pocket. After hiding the package in a secluded spot, he used $10 to lure a homeless child who could be found anywhere in Saint Denis. With the homeless child's cover and guidance, they safely traversed the stinking sewers beneath Saint Denis and, after many twists and turns, arrived at the port dock.

After being extorted for another gold bar by the child, Dutch sneaked onto a large transport ship about to depart, its destination unknown. Exhausted from his escape for most of the day, and disregarding the filth around him and his uncertain future, he hid in a warehouse filled with goods and fell into a deep sleep…