Wild North America 1846

Chapter 631 Madman Karl
Emperor Richard didn't want to wait any longer. The problems of the United States of America would become bigger and bigger in the future, like pustules that kept growing, and might turn into the third North American war that would shake the foundation of the empire.

It might be a good thing to be the first to pierce this pustule.

The United States of America was brutally dismembered after the Second North American War. The current land area is only 2 square kilometers and 57.5 states.

However, its total population is close to 2600 million, 78% of which are white immigrants from European countries, and the proportion of whites ranks first in the Americas.

Although the territory is small, the United States of America retains the essence of the East Coast during the British colonial period, and has a series of important large and medium-sized cities such as New York, Philadelphia, Washington, Pittsburgh, Boston, Baltimore, Portland (the same name), and urban commercial and trade centers. developed.

It is the only country in the world with an urbanization rate of more than 80%, which is much higher than that of the United Kingdom.

Although the United States of America has a large urban population, it is not rich, and the tax burden is heavy. The ordinary white families of the middle and lower classes live in poverty, and there are large areas of slums on the edge of the city.

This is because the United States of America is burdened with heavy war reparations, so it can only strengthen tax collection, and the average tax per person is about 4.5 US dollars.

If women, children and the elderly are deducted, the tax borne by each young male labor force is as high as 13 US dollars (note, because the US dollar is pegged to the currency value of Tang Yuan at 1:1, which is equivalent to 13 Tang Yuan), which means that the average annual income does not exceed 40 That's a heavy burden on the average American worker.

The administration of Ulysses Grant, who is running for re-election in the United States (Northern), blamed all this on the greed and monopoly of Chinese capital through the guidance of public opinion, which further aroused the dissatisfaction of the white people at the bottom of society.

Imperial Capital Chang'an
"We have to make good use of this, the Ulysses government can use it to win the presidential election, then we can also use this ethnic antagonism to get what we want..."

Gai Yuntian, the new director of the Imperial General Security Bureau, said in high spirits that he is one of the three fires for a new official to take office, and he intends to engrave his own deep imprint on the General Bureau.

The previous director, Earl Hu Baili, has been transferred to the commander-in-chief of the overseas military region, awarded the rank of lieutenant general, and has risen one step magnificently, becoming one of the few bigwigs in the imperial military.

The director of the Imperial Security Bureau is nothing more than a major general. Although he is well-known among the people, he is a secret service agency that the military bosses don't think much of. He does some sneaky things all day long.

Lieutenant General Hu Baili's daughter-in-law turned into a mother-in-law for many years, and now she has returned to the Qingyun Avenue of the military headquarters, which really makes all the colleagues in the bureau envious.

Now that he is sitting on the throne of the head of the General Security Bureau, Major General Gai Yuntian is full of ambition and ready to do a big job. In front of him are several deputy directors and directors of operations.

some of

In addition to the former deputy director Shi Jiayong and Li Qing, there is also Zhu Fengchen, the former director of the Third Division of Operations in charge of Cuba and South American affairs, who has been promoted to deputy director and promoted to the rank of brigadier general.

In addition, Brigadier General Hu Hanbiao, the deputy director general who was airborne from the Royal Guards, and Colonel Liu Shunli, who took over as the director of the third division of operations, are both masters of operations and veteran generals who have been in the army for a long time.

This is a high-level secret meeting of the State Security Administration. Now His Majesty the Emperor is touring the northern provinces and has stayed in Seattle for a week, but the order has already been handed down.

Major General Gai Yuntian scanned the venue with serious eyes, strengthened his tone, and said after scanning;

"Dear colleagues, the director once again sternly warns;
This is a 3S-level highly secretive operation, with four deputy directors each commanding a group of operational personnel to carry out infiltration, latent, incitement and subversive work.

Each group has a separate action code and plan, and they are not allowed to inquire about or communicate with each other, and complete the entire task independently.

If anyone leaks the news, the director of this bureau will not be able to protect your head, and all of them will be eliminated.

If you perform well, you will be promoted to an official rank just around the corner.

Use all the cards you have accumulated in your daily life. The director of this task will personally sit in charge, supervise the implementation of the entire plan, and have the right to mobilize military and government related resources.

Colleagues, without the need for a detailed description by the director, you should understand that the priority of this task is unprecedented since the establishment of the General Security Bureau, and it must be completed outstandingly.

Now is the time for the Empire to test us, to do our duty with all our heart and soul.It is our glorious mission to complete the task at any cost. "

"As ordered, sir, complete the task at any cost." More than a dozen senior officers stood up together and replied sonorously.

more than half a month later

Near the end of the year
There has just been a heavy snowfall in Boston, covering the English-style buildings in Boston with a layer of snow, just like the world in a fairy tale, all the dirt and darkness are covered with snow.

West Suburb Manor

The "madman" Carl, who was as strong as a black bear, got down from the carriage, pulled his ill-fitting woolen suit with his hairy hands, muttered rude words such as "damn" and "shit", and stepped on Snow moved towards the foyer of the manor.

A butler in a black tuxedo had already been waiting here, and when he saw the arrival of "Madman" Karl, the contemptuous look in his eyes flashed away.

Then, the housekeeper asked with a strong London accent; "Good morning, is this Mr. Carl from the Boston West End Longshoremen Union?"

"Oh man, your accent sounds really weird. I'm good-natured Carl, maybe we can have a drink or two somewhere and talk about women and the bad weather."

"Please answer my question, yes or no."

"Oh, damn it, that's right, I'm Carl from the West End Longshoremen's Union, nicknamed 'Madman', and you're really pissing me off... Man, no one dares to be so unreasonable to me."

"Please pay attention to your words and deeds. You are the guest waiting for the master, although I think it is a waste of time. Just wait here now, and I will report back." The butler was not frightened at all, turned around and walked away for two minutes. After taking a step, he stopped and said in a flat tone;

"If I were you, I would just wait here honestly. If I ran around, I might be shot dead on the spot. Finally, in the war more than ten years ago, I killed more than 100 strong men like you .”

After finishing speaking, the butler walked in proudly and closed the heavy oak door behind his back.

These few words made "Madman" Carl's nose crooked with anger, but he just cursed a few more words in annoyance, but he didn't really go crazy.

It's good that he is a "madman", but he is not really crazy, and it depends on the occasion to go crazy.

If you are not fierce and ruthless, how can you deter the white coolies on the pier who are carrying bags?

The treacherous and slippery Italians, the Germans who can't beat a dull fart with a few sticks, the poor Irish who sell their butts, and the Austrians with black fingernails are all a group of poor ghosts.

Don't expect any rich people to immigrate to the North American continent. Most of them are the middle and lower classes who can't get along in old Europe. They immigrate to North America only when they yearn for a better life.

Who is full and has nothing to do, and travels across the ocean far away from home to come here just to gain knowledge?

Such people do exist, but they are the children of nobles and high society, not white poor ghosts who can't even recognize their own names.

The manor lived in the well-known big entrepreneur Mr. Joseph Appra-Garcia. He owned a cement company, several trading houses, two casinos and five brick yards in Boston, employing more than 550 workers. He is quite a powerful Irish entrepreneur and belongs to the early immigrants.

As far as family inheritance is concerned, the immigrant to North America is already the 4th generation, and belongs to the upper class of Boston.

"Madman" Carl is also an Irishman, but he is a first-generation immigrant, and he can barely make ends meet on the docks, which is just better than the stinky coolies on the docks.

didn't wait long
The heavy oak door in the foyer opened, and the expressionless butler reappeared and said, "I'm glad you understood the advice, please follow me now, and remember to clean off the residual snow on your feet. The master is waiting for you in the study and needs to come A cup of hot coffee?"

"Oh... can it be?" Madman Karl followed the butler into the room and asked in a somewhat unconfident tone.

The luxurious room is carpeted, the fireplace is warm with firewood, exquisite architectural reliefs can be seen everywhere, and there are curved staircase railings made of marble.

When he came here, Carl was so clumsy that he had no place to put his feet. He carefully followed the housekeeper through the living room to the study at the back.

"Please wait a moment, the hot coffee will be here soon." The butler bowed slightly at the door of the study and left.

Go to hell for this doggy guy!
"Madman" Carl naturally said a rude swear word, then subconsciously stooped and walked into the study.

in the study

Mr. Joseph Appra-Garcia, who was wearing a luxurious dress, turned around when he heard footsteps. He is a middle-aged man in his 40s, with a well-maintained and beautiful beard on his lips. , full of gentleman style.

He looked Carl up and down, and said with a smile on his face; "Nice to meet you, Mr. Carl, you look very good today."

"Thank you for your compliment. Dear Sir Joseph, I don't know what you want from me?" Karl showed a humble look that was not commensurate with his rude appearance. Waisted.

no way

There is no tin in my pocket, and I can't straighten my waist.

"Cigars? Havana's top-notch ones, which cost $8 a piece in the market." Mr. Joseph Appra-Garcia understood the psychology of these poor ghosts, opened the cigar case and handed it over.

Carl was a little flattered by such enthusiasm, especially when he heard that this cigar cost $8, his heartbeat slowed down by half a beat.

God testifies, he worked so hard on the pier for a month, and he only earned a dozen dollars, and one cigar was worth half a month to him.

After picking up a cigar with both hands and lighting it, Carl took a deep puff. The pure and strong smell of cigar smoke permeated the air, making him groan intoxicated.

Expensive stuff is just different, more than 100 times stronger than those inferior tobaccos.

At this time, the butler brought hot coffee and gave each of the guest and host a cup, and then retreated, and closed the door of the study.

Mr. Joseph Appra-Garcia gestured for Karl to sit down gracefully, and then he said unhurriedly; "Mr. Karl, I occasionally heard your unique opinion at the pier in the West End, which is exactly what I think. It matches, so please come and talk about..."

"I'm sorry, dear Sir Joseph, I don't quite know what aspect you are talking about. Is it... about killing those Chinese? Or..."

"That's all."

"Could it be that you..." Karl asked in disbelief.

Mr. Joseph Appra-Garcia could not keep calm at this time, and a look of resentment flashed in his eyes and said; "I also hate those big Chinese capitalists. They came here and took away everything, including the things that should belong to us. Businesses and business opportunities, denying white people the opportunity to work in government, keep squeezing us, taking everything away..."

"But you are so rich, unlike us poor men who can only afford the worst ale after a hard day. You seem to be doing well." Carl said hesitantly.

Mr. Joseph Appra-Garcia showed a painful look on his face, and said with recollection; "Before the Second American War, my family was a hundred times richer than it is now. We own 2% of the shares in Boston Pier, near There are two iron mines, a large coal mine, and thousands of acres of farmland, but now they are all gone. Chinese capital poured in after the war, and they took everything. "

"Oh, my God, this is so disgusting. I said I would kill all those damn Chinese. They took away our jobs and made a lot of money." Carl immediately became angry with empathy , seemed to show the true nature of a madman, and said indignantly;

"There are also those white whores who hate the poor and love the rich, as long as they are Chinese, they will post them, let them play with them, and even willingly become concubines.

Those wealthy Chinese families marry a few women and have a lot of children. Everyone wears silk and satin, and they don't have to worry about food and clothing. They are vampires lying on us.

Damn...the government and the police department are full of their people, these are supposed to be good jobs for white people.

I don't know what's going on here?
But I know that if we don't drive these Chinese away, if we don't kill them all, we will always be squeezed.

This is simply incredible. White people should be the masters of this world, not coolies with black fingernails. We must take up arms to resist. "

Madman Karl is not as rude as he appears on the outside, but his language is crazy and very provocative.

When he gave a speech, he waved his arms vigorously, and the mouth was full of foam, and there was a restless emotion in the study, which could easily resonate with others.

The look of disgust in Mr. Joseph Appra-Garcia's eyes flashed away. He concealed this emotion very well, nodded and replied excitedly; "Yes, that's it. This is exactly what I think. I want to fund your organization to defend white rights and fight for our common good. To take back everything that is rightfully ours, wealth and women."

"My God, that's very nice. I've been wanting to do it for a long time, sir. I've got access to the Italian gang and the Irish gang, and the coach and craft unions in the city, the longshoremen's union, that's all. Our people can almost mobilize half of Boston..." Madman Carl danced and talked endlessly, his eyes flickering with frenzy, as if he had seen a lot of wealth and women swarming in.

Such a good opportunity must be seized no matter what!

(End of this chapter)