Red Dead Redemption Chapter 1

New York, Queens.

A young man sat on the edge of a seven-storey old building on the street. The gorgeous sunset covered him with a golden coat. The breeze blew his black hair, revealing a pair of brown eyes.

The setting sun is gradually sinking in the sky, and the beautiful moon is rising.

Under the cold dim light, a sigh came from the rooftop.

a month.

It's been a full month since he came here. Although Hong Fei didn't know why he crossed, he finally figured out the bargaining chips he had in his hands.

He has inherited a lot of the protagonist's abilities in the game "Red Dead Redemption 2: Redemption", which was just cleared before crossing, but it has also changed.

The combination of reality and games has given rise to special abilities with a sense of conflict.

Doing good deeds can improve his physical fitness, and doing "bad deeds" will increase the special energy in his body.

The only function of that energy is to activate the "Eye of Death".

Eyes of Death: Slow down the passage of time; reduce self-inflicted damage; target any part of the enemy's body and automatically mark it as a target; also have additional abilities such as night vision and tracking.

This is all the information Hong Fei currently has.

This summary is not easy to come by, after all, he doesn't have a system in his mind that can talk **** and list data.

"Sir! I'm here!"

A childish shout from downstairs caught Hong Fei's attention, he looked down, and it was a little boy who looked only six or seven years old.

Hong Fei made a gesture, then turned around and went downstairs.

This building belongs to him.

Strictly speaking, this is what he inherited from his predecessor, who in turn inherited it from his deceased parents. According to my memory, in order to inherit this building, Hong Fei in the past paid a high inheritance tax almost after smashing pots and selling iron.

It can be seen that Hong Fei is not only a yellow-skinned crooked nut here, but also has no relatives.

Taking the elevator to the first floor, you can see a dazzling array of books, and even the air is filled with the smell of real books.

Don't get me wrong, Hong Feike dare not identify himself as a scholar.

The real scholar had probably gone to another world to live for him. Thinking that the other party had to face the challengers who came in with his gentle heart, Master Hong smiled rudely.

"Sir, what are you laughing at?"

Bowing his head, the boy held a yellow lunch box tightly in his arms. He blinked at Hong Fei curiously, and there seemed to be a bright light flashing in his eyes.

Hong Fei took the lunch box and rubbed his head, "It's nothing, Peter, what's the dish today?"

Peter immediately reported the name of the dish to Hong Fei actively.

Of course Aunt May prepared dinner, and Peter Parker's Aunt May was already a poor widow.

But don't get me wrong, Hong Fei and Aunt Mei have only met once, but they are very close to Peter, who is six or seven years old.

It was more than half a month ago. In order to verify the conjecture, Hong Fei took to the streets to look for a target. On the way, he drove away a few children who were talking strange things around him.

Children whose parents have both died can always meet a few unpleasant classmates on campus.

In addition, Hong Fei's bookstore was on Peter's only way home, so the two of them became familiar with each other. Every Friday night, Peter packed his own dinner and sent it to Hong Fei. More often than not, Aunt Mei, who was the guardian, also visited the bookstore by herself, but Hong Fei just thought she didn't recognize her.

Sitting at the counter, Peter quietly watched Hong Fei sweeping away all the food, and his face was full of joyful smiles.

Getting up and cleaning the lunch box, Hong Fei said, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

"Ok!"

After closing the store door and hanging the sign, the two walked forward in unison, and Peter's hand suddenly slipped into Hong Fei's hand.

Feeling the strangeness, Hong Fei raised his eyebrows, and immediately clenched Peter's little hand and led him all the way home, while Peter shook his head happily and his steps suddenly became much lighter.

Ten minutes later, the two came downstairs.

"Peter, you don't have to come over next week. I may go abroad for a while."

Peter said in surprise, "Sir, where are you going?"

Hong Fei laughed: "When you go on a trip, it counts wherever you go."

"Oh, well, I see." Peter was a little disappointed, "Then, can you tell me when you come back?"

"Of course, don't you pass by the bookstore every day?"

"Yes! Then I hope Mr. has a smooth journey!"

Waving goodbye, Hong Fei watched Peter walk into the elevator with his own eyes. When he turned around, he caught a glimpse of Aunt Mei in a window in the building.

After returning, there was still some distance from the bookstore, and Hong Fei had already seen some uninvited guests gathered at the door.

When he was getting closer, a young man in a suit and leather shoes, with oily hair and powder face, came out of this group of gangsters.

"Hong Fei, how are you thinking?"

The other party's name is Hall, an impetuous young man. Since the day before yesterday, he has been negotiating with Hong Fei about the acquisition of this building, including the land, as the principal of the Fisker Group.

However, the price he offered was obviously not enough to satisfy Hong Fei. To be precise, Hong Fei had no plans to sell at all.

Seeing that Hong Fei was silent, Hall added: "I can raise the price yesterday by another 5%, I have brought the agreement, and we can sign it tonight. You can see the credit immediately, and I can even give it to you. A huge signing fee!"

Hong Fei's reaction was no reaction.

He has made it clear that he has no intention of selling, but Hall turned a deaf ear to it. He believed that Hong Fei was just sitting on the ground to raise the price, and he might even think that Hong Fei was a little ignorant.

Yesterday Hall came alone, but today he brought a group of thugs to the door. The threat is obvious at a glance.

Hong Fei walked past Hall incessantly, and then recklessly passed through the eyeing crowd, until after he took out the key to open the store door, he turned around and said with a smile: "Mr. Hall, I heard that you are not a real lawyer yet. ,or…"

Hong Fei's eyes swept across the group of people behind him, "Ask your boss to replace someone with a professional?"

"you…"

Before Hall's anger could be vented through words, Hong Fei had already closed the door with a bang.

An African-American with dreadlocks squeezed in front of Hall. He shook the baseball bat in his hand and said eagerly, "Sir, do we want it?"

Hall stared at the closed door, gasping for breath, as if he would wave his hand to let the people around him rush in the next moment.

But after experiencing a drastic change in his eyes, he suddenly turned around in a hurry and sat in the sports car on the street, leaving behind a group of **** looking at each other in dismay.

In Cyclonus' sports car, Hall clenched the steering wheel fiercely, and muttered, "When Mr. Fisk returns, I will throw you into the sea to feed the fish with my own hands!"

Inside the store, Master Hong, who had just stretched his strength, burst out laughing, turned around and took the elevator to the top floor.

Of course, he is not the only one living in this seven-story building. Except for the bookstore on the first floor and the seventh floor for self-occupation, the middle five floors are all converted into housing and rented out.

Turning on the TV, the talk show host shouted in an exaggerated voice: "I seriously suspect that the owner of Maxim magazine is also involved in gambling, otherwise why did they find a pair of twin sisters as cover girls last December? Get Stark 12 women in one year! God, I almost jumped off the building! I heard that there was a top prize recently and it was Stark's bag. I have a friend who is already in Las Vegas. Saw him."

Hong Fei reduced the sound of the TV a lot, then walked into the bathroom.

In the past, the seventh floor was the residence of the Hong Fei family, and the six floors below were all bookstores.

It's hard for Hong Fei to imagine how much the parents love reading!

Until their untimely death, Hong Fei, who sold iron and paid inheritance tax, had to borrow a loan from the bank to rebuild the middle five floors in order to recover blood and survive. From this point of view, He was indeed very courageous.

Such a change was obviously worthwhile, because it not only allowed him to repay the loan quickly, but also allowed him to live the life that most people in this city dreamed of in the future just by collecting rent.

Five floors, three on each floor, fifteen rooms in total, one-bedroom or two-bedroom, fifteen rents, more than some people earning fifteen jobs.

In addition, if the current Hong Fei is not Master Hong, then he may have sold the old building and the land to the boss behind Hall.

The other party offered a lot of money, a figure that Hong Fei could not earn even after collecting rent for a hundred years.

The reason why they didn't sell is not for sale, but because the actual value of the land is already higher.

Leaving aside the value-added after development and construction, Hong Fei has neither the plan nor the capital to do so.

but!

The things buried in this ground cannot be measured by money at all.

After taking a shower, he went back to the living room and sat down. Hong Fei's dark brown pupils suddenly burst into a rich red glow, which was a sign of the activation of the eyes of death.

The moment his eyes turned crimson, all the noises in his ears disappeared instantly.

In his field of vision, the originally splendid world faded away in an instant, and in the black and white field of vision, the picture that was playing on the TV began to beat frame by frame.

In addition, he could see a dense golden airflow rising up through the floor, almost covering the entire building.

What's even more amazing is that Hong Fei could occasionally see an illusory miniature dragon soaring among the golden air currents.

Chapter end

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