Red Dead Redemption: Starting My Revenge!

A Red Dead Redemption fanfiction

A Western historical story

In 1899, the age of gunslingers and outlaws was coming to an end.

The wheels of civilization rolled slowly onward.

The room for violent, savage gangsters and their way of life was steadily shrinking.

Lin Hao transmigrates into the world of Red Dead Redemption and becomes little Jack, the gang's mascot as they flee from the law.

Already knowing how the story unfolds, he naturally won't let the gang fall apart.

He earns his first fortune by smuggling moonshine.

Dutch? That's quite enough, now. Cut back on those schemes.

Micah? Go wherever you want. Don't make me kill you!

Arthur: "I think we should ask Jack. He's always got ideas!"

John Marston: "Honestly, sometimes I wonder if Jack's really my kid. He's so smart, nothing like me!"

Kieran: "How can a little kid like you be a better shot than me?"

A bank president: "I can't believe this account belongs to a child!"

A Pinkerton detective: "Shit! How the hell did those damn Van der Linde gang members find out about our operation?"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.