However, this rich young lady, who had never experienced hardship, could only focus her energy on love.
But this made her seem out of place with the rest of the Van der Linde Gang.
While everyone was busy with gang life, Ms. O'Shea was complaining that Dutch wasn't paying attention to her.
While everyone was risking their lives robbing banks, Ms. O'Shea was grumbling that Dutch hadn't been romantic lately.
When everyone was falling apart, and the gang eventually disintegrated, Ms. O'Shea was still drinking away her sorrows over the collapse of her relationship with Dutch.
She even deliberately died under Susan's gun just to attract Dutch's attention.
This rich young lady, whose biggest worry since childhood was why Dutch ignored her, ultimately died due to Dutch's heartlessness.
Ms. O'Shea's entire life can seemingly be summed up in two words: "simp!"
So, although Ms. O'Shea's portrayal in the game isn't extensive and her death is exceptionally abrupt, it meticulously depicts the image of a rich young lady living in romanticism through these brief strokes.
However, because of this, not many players have much affection for Ms. O'Shea.
But if Ms. O'Shea were placed in the real world, she would be a not-so-ugly, love-struck rich young lady who wants to be with you, insisting on abandoning her mansion worth tens of millions to return to your hometown and raise pigs. She wouldn't even mind your backward home environment; instead, she'd spend every day thinking about how to please you.
Thinking about it this way, doesn't Ms. O'Shea seem much better?
Love permeated this woman's entire life, yet it held no sway in Dutch's heart.
This was also the reason she was driven to madness later on.
Ms. O'Shea, her face flushed from Dutch's forceful kiss, stood rooted to the spot, unable to utter another word of protest.
Even though she was very worried that little Jenny and Mary-Beth's feelings for Dutch might change, she ultimately didn't speak again.
Meanwhile, Dutch, who had already turned and walked out, paused his steps slightly.
No, Ms. O'Shea could absolutely use the name of Mrs. Arthur Callahan to build good relationships with Ms. Dorothea and the noble ladies of Saint Denis, especially since as a rich young lady, her manners and knowledge far surpassed many of the rough men in this camp. Using her as a stepping stone to transform the relationship between Dutch and the noble ladies of Saint Denis from mutual cooperation into mutually beneficial friends would clearly be more in line with Van der Linde's logical interests.
If even South Korea's female Prime Minister Park Geun-hye could be imprisoned for cronyism, why wouldn't these noble ladies of Saint Denis listen to Ms. O'Shea's whispers?
Dutch thought for a moment, then turned around and looked at Ms. O'Shea, saying, "Oh, Molly, alright, you come along too. I think you might be able to make friends with the noble ladies of Saint Denis then."
"Okay, Dutch." Ms. O'Shea walked gracefully, her posture elegant, yet clearly showing urgency.
Against the western sunset, a carriage slowly drove out of Hope Happiness Ranch.
The two newly recruited gunmen standing guard at the ranch entrance watched Dutch and the others leave with eyes full of reverence.
"Hey, buddy, have a cigarette. Mr. Dutch is truly a god-like boss. Not only does he provide our food and lodging, but he even gives us monthly quotas for tobacco and alcohol. Being able to work here has used up all the luck in my life!"
"Hahaha, my wife is overjoyed now. Mr. Dutch just hired her as a cook, and our family can save sixty-five dollars a month from her high salary. In the future, our son will have a great chance to attend school in Saint Denis. This kind of life, I never even dared to dream of it before."
The entire Hope Happiness Ranch was exceptionally lively now. The workers' living quarters were not close to Dutch and the others' cabins, but one could always see people coming and going in the distance. Other gang members patrolling the ranch would sometimes chat with these people, adding some flavor to their lives.
Meanwhile, Dutch and his group, already on the train, traveled towards Saint Denis as night fell.
This large city, filled with conflict and struggle in the story, was about to welcome the first wave from the Van der Linde Gang.
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"Toot toot toot!" The train's whistle blew, and with the piercing sound, a train slowly pulled into the Saint Denis train station by the coast.
Pungent black smoke billowed high from the train's chimney, yet it was incomparable to the black smoke emitted from the chimneys of Saint Denis's thermal power plant.
The entire sky of Saint Denis seemed shrouded in black smoke, and even the air had a smell of burning coal.
"Oh, is this Saint Denis? Arthur. This city is amazing!" Mary-Beth, Karen, and Jenny, the three young girls, exclaimed loudly, laughing as they stood up from the train.
"Oh my God, sh*t! Dutch, the banks in this place must be filled with cash!" John stared blankly at the wide road and the grand city before him, incredibly excited.
"Haha, John, if you tried to rob here, I'm sure you'd be shot into a porcupine." Hosea stood up from the back seat, then patted John's shoulder and walked past him.
"Oh, John, give up that damn idea, we, the Van der Linde Gang, have changed professions!" Dutch also patted John's shoulder and walked around him.
"Oh, John. After having half your brain gnawed off by wolves, your thinking has indeed become very unique. Perhaps if the other half is gnawed off, you might become a true genius." Arthur also patted John's shoulder, looked at John again, and finally sighed as he squeezed past him.
"Did I say something wrong?" John scratched his head in confusion, following the others off the train.
Near the Saint Denis train station were coal storage areas and slums. The environment here was dirty and chaotic, even rampant with thieves.
Especially the gangs of young pickpockets depicted in the game, they were the main figures of theft in the slums.
Besides theft, there were also petty thugs who robbed openly on the street, street ruffians, and members of small urban gangs who only dared to run rampant in the poor areas.
Generally, they would not enter the rich areas, because they couldn't afford to offend anyone there.
However, Dutch and his group were all together, and few dared to provoke such a large group.
But things were not absolute.
Perhaps it was because there were too many women in Dutch's group, a total of four young women, which caught some people's attention. As they got off the train and came to the roadside, two men who looked like thugs were already approaching the eight people with lewd smiles.
"Hoo hoo hoo, gentlemen, ladies, new faces, I don't think I've seen you in this city before. What's your business here?"
"Ladies, would you like to come with us and earn some dollars?"
One man stepped forward with a leering smile, reaching out to touch Mary-Beth's cheek.
As soon as he extended his hand, Arthur grabbed it, twisting his fingers so hard they almost broke backward.
"Ow! Let go, let go! Damn it, we're Mr. Bronte's men! Do you want to die?!" The man's body bent in pain, trying to relieve the pressure on his fingers from Arthur's grip, while the other man directly pulled out a gun, a malicious look appearing on his face.
"Oh, I don't care whose men you are?" Arthur said indifferently, applying more force to his hand, breaking the man's fingers.
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and the other man who had pulled out a gun and was about to shoot was already shot in the head by John.
The people around them did not scream and flee wildly like in the game; instead, they carefully retreated, some even watching the commotion.
Some were even accustomed to it, completely unfazed by the gunshots.
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