A Red Dead Redemption Story

Chapter 452 Meeting
"Gentlemen, welcome to the Brighton Hotel."

The welcoming doorman greeted the two men who walked in front of him politely.

"There is a private room upstairs, right? I want to overlook the sea."

"Sir, don't worry, all the private rooms here have sea views." The doorman said to this well-dressed man who put his coat on his body instead of dressing properly.

At this time, someone has already greeted him in the lobby of the hotel.

"Mr. Torrio."

"guys."

"Rothstein." The young man reached out and shook Torrio's hand.

After introducing Colosimo and Rothstein to each other, Johnny Torrio said with a smile:

"See, I said he would come."

It can be seen that among the people on both sides, one side is dominated by Colosimo, and the other side is dominated by this young man named Rothstein.

Soon several people were chatting politely, and in a phone booth not far away, a plainclothes agent dressed in common casual clothes was holding the phone receiver on his shoulder, holding a newspaper in his hand and pretending to flip it, his eyes But he stared at those people.

"'Big Jim' Colosimo and Arnold Rothstein have already arrived. There are four people in total. Rothstein also brought Charlie Luciano. Colosimo and Johnny To Leo came with me."

After about 10 minutes, another man in a suit and leather shoes walked in outside.

"Nucky Thompson is here too."

The detective continued to take notes. The few people outside seemed to be waiting for someone. Judging from their expressions, the person they were waiting for seemed to be late.

At this time, the voice from the phone said:
"Just stop here and retreat."

"Boss? They are still waiting for someone, and the news we received..."

"Retreat." The voice on the phone didn't mean to discuss it with the detective.

"Yes."

The agent finally obeyed the instructions from above. He hung up the phone, packed his things, and left the phone booth.

Outside the hotel, Sean, who had just gotten off the car, took out his pocket watch and looked at the time.

"Four twenty, Geraint, you drive a little faster, but Arthur asked us to arrive after 04:30."

Geraint got off the cab, closed the door, came to Sean, and said:

"We're all here. It's only 10 minutes. Can we go in?"

Sean shook his head, leaned directly against the car, took out the cigarette case from his arms, lit one for himself, and said:
"No, if I have learned anything over the years, it is to be obedient and not to be self-righteous."

"You are all like this. I really don't understand. My father is not a god, but you all regard his words as an oracle." Geraint complained.

In response, Sienduo glanced at Geraint, then said with a smile:

"Young man, it seems that you haven't suffered enough in the past two years of fighting the German devils."

"Don't mention it, why didn't you suffer? I almost didn't come back alive."

At the door, the detective who packed up saw Sean and Geraint who were chatting by the side of the car. He subconsciously took another look, and the other detective who was with him saw his companion stop What are you looking at, and asked in bewilderment:
"Victor, let's go, what are you looking at?"

"..." Victor said nothing. After all, he couldn't tell his colleagues. He felt that the two people beside the car were probably the people Colosimo and the others were waiting for. If he spoke out such a guess without evidence, he would not only be laughed at. , and has no other effect.

However, Victor still wrote down the license plate number and was going to go back and check it to see if there would be any unexpected gains.

"Let's go, it's about time."

Sean threw away the cigarette butt and walked towards the hotel with Geraint.

……

Upstairs, in the private room, a band was playing the violin, and people sitting around the round table were eating, drinking, talking and laughing.

The waiter came forward to pour Rothstein a drink, but he refused with his hand. Seeing this, Thompson smiled and asked:

"You're a good citizen, right?"

Rothstein was stunned for a moment, but he quickly responded. He smiled and said, "Of course, prohibitionists never drink."

Jim Colosimo said in English with a strong Italian accent:

"He can't drink enough. He can't bear the power of alcohol."

"I just prefer to be smart at the wine table," Rothstein explained with a smile.

Charlie Luciano waved his right hand, holding flowers in the air, and added:

"Wisdom, his secret to success."

"Ha, indeed, I heard, Rothstein, you made $200 million in professional baseball games last year?"

Johnny wiped his mouth with a napkin and said appropriately: "Everyone says he has good luck."

Luciano smiled, his nickname was 'Lucky Luciano'

"Indeed, shouldn't I be sitting next to him?"

"Haha."

For a moment, the atmosphere at the table seemed particularly harmonious.

At this time, Sean and Geraint belatedly opened the door and walked into the private room.

"Ah, Mr. McGuire, we thought you were delayed by something, so you didn't come. I'm sorry, we're going to start." Johnny, as the middleman, was the first to speak.

Several people at the other tables also looked at Sean, and as for Geraint, he was simply regarded as a follower.

For this reason, Colosimo's face secretly turned ugly. After all, on this occasion, their followers were left outside, but Sean brought the followers in. This was not a sign of respect.

Obviously, Colosimo was not the only one who felt this way, Thompson said with a smile:

"Mr. McGuire, we have not prepared a seat for your attendant."

"Hahaha." Johnny was the middleman after all. He stood up with a smile, came to Geraint, took out a few bills, and smoothed things over:
"Downstairs in the lobby, go have a drink. I'll treat you as an apology for forgetting to tell Mr. McGuire."

Geraint looked at the banknotes in his hand, and then at Sean. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Sean say:

"Go on, I'll find you when it's done."

"..."

As if he could tell that Geraint's complexion was not very good, Johnny added another sentence:
"If you can, do me a favor and let that guy Al Capone drink two less drinks. Don't worry, he's easy to recognize. He's the one with the scar on his face. Go ahead, young man."

After Geraint left, Johnny politely asked Sean what he wanted to order. After being refused, he asked the waiter to remove all the plates from the table and got ready to talk about business.

In the lobby on the first floor, Geraint saw the man named Al Capone at a glance. There was another blond guy beside him. Thinking that waiting was just waiting, Geraint stepped forward and prepared to fight them. Say hello and have a casual chat.

“I’ve been to Chicago and the steaks there are pretty good.”

"It's okay. It's a bit cold, but so is Bruglin."

Hearing what they were talking about, Geraint motioned to the bartender at the bar to bring three glasses of wine and said with a smile:

"Al Capone?"

"you are?"

"Geraint Morgan. Your boss asked me to come down and tell you to drink less. Who is this?"

"Jimmy Darmody, did my boss ask you to take the message?" Jimmy said with a smile.

Geraint raised his glass and replied with a smile:
"Fuck them?"

"Haha, cheers."

"cheers."

The three of them laughed and drank the wine in their glasses.

(End of this chapter)