Chapter 379 You Can’t Make a Fortune Writing Books

The Scarlett Meadows train robbery? I wonder if it was the one planned by Arthur Morgan and John Marston.

After all, the big world is not just the world of Red Dead Redemption. Although there were not many robbers who went to rob trains in 1899, there were definitely more than just the three or two gangs in the game. Even if Lin You calculated the escape route of the Van der Linde gang and set the train that was most likely to encounter them, he could not guarantee that he would meet anyone.

He had planned to arrive in New Orleans without any problems, but in the end he had to rely on the local gangs and the police to find the Fan gang.

The most prominent ones on the "suspect list" were Milton and Ross, who were hired by Cornwall to hunt down the Van der Linde gang in a vast area from Texas to Mississippi. However, the area involved was too wide and mostly in the wild, so the specific location of the two detectives could not be confirmed for the time being.

As for the other dozens of names on the list, it is estimated that quite a number of them are participating in the manhunt with Milton and Ross.

Whether it is to eliminate suspicion or include them in the investigation target, we must first find these detectives; and the best way to find them is to ask Cornwall or through the Van der Linde Gang.

Lin You chose to attack both sides at the same time.

Cornwall's case was easy to deal with. Many people knew that he hired Pinkerton detectives to take revenge on the Van der Linde gang after being robbed. It was easy to find someone to inquire about him indirectly.

Lin You decided to personally take action on the Van der Linde gang. After all, there were two important characters in that gang, and their fates were watched by tens of millions of people in the real dimension.

Besides, since Patrick Morgan went to so much trouble just to lure the writer into the plot of "Red Dead Redemption", how could the writer have the nerve to disappoint the other party?
Not to mention that Lin You was thinking a lot in the carriage, the gunshots outside the carriage gradually became sparse; listening carefully, it turned out that the counterattacks from the security guards and Pinkerton detectives around the carriage had decreased, but the bullets fired from the opposite side did not decrease at all.

The last two carriages of the train were where the strongest security was. Four security guards plus four detectives, eight armed guards, not only failed to repel the robbers, but were killed or injured by the enemy, and it seemed that they were about to collapse.

The guards became more and more frustrated as the fight went on; with such strong firepower, why are you robbing trains instead of robbing banks?
Thirty years ago, robbing a train could indeed bring in tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of dollars, but now that the financial system is gradually improving and business transactions are conducted using checks, large amounts of cash have not been transported on trains for a long time. Accordingly, the number of train robbers has also decreased significantly over the years.

Otherwise, how could the railway company only have four security guards for such a large group of wealthy and noble passengers? The other four were the passengers' personal bodyguards.

As the number of casualties increased, the guards gradually began to think about quitting. They were just working to make money, and there was no need to die for their employers!

At the end of the fight, the only two guards who were left unscathed turned around at the same time and fled into the vast wilderness under the cover of night.

"Oh, I'll have to ask Pinkerton Detective Agency to return the money, and also ask them to compensate me." Lin You looked at the figures of the escapees through the window and recognized that one of them was the detective he hired, and the other was the railway company's security guard.

While he was talking to himself, he heard loud shouting outside the car.

"Hey, there's also a luxurious private carriage. Looks like we've gained more tonight than we expected." The voice approached quickly as it spoke, as if it was running while speaking, revealing undisguised pride, "Arthur, I told you that you made the right choice by letting me come, because I'm Lucky McGuire."

"Shut up, idiot! Why don't you go to the police station and shout out your real name?" A deep voice sounded from a distance, making an dissatisfied rebuke.

"All right, all right, Mr. Kilgore," the voice said, as it came to the door; and with a sharp sound of metal rubbing against each other, the lock was unlocked.

"Haha, they actually forgot to lock the door; the rich guy was scared silly... Ugh!"

Before he could finish his words, Sean McGuire was stunned by the black muzzle on his forehead; and before anyone could react, the young man, who was smelling sour due to not taking a shower for a long time, was dragged into the carriage by the collar. His companions who followed him watched helplessly, but were unable to rescue him; although each of them was confident in their shooting skills, the people in the carriage were very alert and always used Sean's body to block their sight. Even in the process, the other party did not forget to take off the gun on Sean.

"Bah, piece of junk." A disdainful comment came from the carriage, and a rusty cowboy revolver was thrown out of the door like garbage.

Sean was about to protest for his beloved gun, but he was slapped before he could open his mouth. Then he was pulled by the collar and turned around, facing the door, and looked at his companions in bewilderment. Behind his head was a beautifully decorated new revolver. The exquisite and gorgeous appearance silently explained why the owner of the gun disdained Sean's gun.

"Who am I seeing, Arthur Morgan, John Marston?" Lin You deliberately teased, "It's been a long time since we last met, I can hardly recognize you all. Especially you, John, what's that new look on your face?"

"The shape of a wolf biting off half of its brain." Arthur Morgan responded casually, while wondering about the other party's identity in his heart; judging from the words and the tone, it seemed that he met an acquaintance?
"Who are you?" John Marston was very dissatisfied with others making fun of the scar on his face. "Put down your gun and let our guys go. Let me remind you, we have three guns here."

"But I have a hostage here!" Lin You took his time, knocking off Sean's beanie with the barrel of his gun, and hitting his head again and again; "Such a successful robbery, even the guard gunman was driven away, you don't want to lose a guy's life at the last minute, right?"

Arthur and John looked at each other. Next to them was a sturdy black man dressed as an Indian. He should be Charles, the most reliable member of the Van der Linde gang called by the players.

"Who are you? Do we know each other?" Since it concerns the lives of his gang brothers, Arthur dare not take it lightly.

"You don't remember? That's right, after all, it was several years ago. Let me help you recall it." Lin You said slowly, "In the spring of 1892, in the small town of Redemption, Arizona, a gunmanship competition was held in the town with a prize of up to US dollars. On the day you arrived in the town, you met a college student who was studying flora and fauna outside the town, and kindly advised him to stay away from troubled places."

"It's you, you are the college student?" Arthur and John remembered almost at the same time.

It's not that the college student is worth remembering, but the $120,000 prize and the bizarre gunmanship competition are impressive. The Van der Linde gang has been active in the West for 20 years. Although they have committed countless crimes, there are not many opportunities to make $120,000 at one time.

"Yes, it's me." Lin You said with a smile, "You see, you kindly reminded me to avoid danger, and I have always kept it in my heart. As soon as I saw your faces, I remembered your identities. Are you touched?"

The three gang members outside the car looked at each other in silence; they didn't know whether we were moved or not, but you were holding our brothers hostage in your hands, so we didn't dare to move at all.

"I remember you, too." Arthur looked around but couldn't find a chance to shoot and save people, so he spoke to ease the atmosphere, "You were studying plants and animals at the time, I think for a book?"

"That's right, it's extremely professional and has received high praise in the industry." Lin You just kept talking nonsense.

"So you can make a lot of money by publishing a book? You even have a private luxury car." Arthur continued to talk and make friends. "I have a friend who also plans to be a writer in the future, but she wants to write novels. If this line of work can really make money, she has a good ambition."

"Writing novels to make money?" Lin You's tone became a little strange. "Of course, you can make a fortune. As long as you come up with a good storyline and keep writing every day, you will inherit a noble title and a legacy of tens of millions of pounds one day, and you will be rich."

Arthur: "..."

"What the hell are you dreaming about? You want to make money by writing novels, and expect to get rich?" The former online writer cursed and hit Sean's head harder.

(End of this chapter)