North America 1849, from Gold Rush to Warlord

Chapter 43 Killing One Person in Ten Steps

The second son, Paul Cameron, still pushes the wheelchair for the elder Cameron.

The children and grandchildren, who were well-dressed and well-fed, surrounded the iron cage and admired the lion in the cage in amazement.

Dozens of black slaves, equally amazed, watched from afar this pair of magical beasts that came from the same continent as them.

Old Cameron stared at the lion in the cage with his cloudy one eye, and his expression gradually changed from joy to dull and bleak.

Looking at the huge beast in the cage, old Cameron thought about his own life.

Once upon a time, wasn't he also an invincible lion running freely on the endless grassland?
And now, what is the difference between him and the beast trapped in this cage?
Even to sit on the toilet, two servants were needed to carry him up!

Moreover, he lost his young son at an old age, and his eldest son, whom he relied on the most, was poisoned to death, and he couldn't even find the real culprit himself!

Old Cameron slowly closed his one eye and asked, "Paul, is there any news from Ellen?"

Paul Cameron shook his head. "Allen refused to reveal any progress. He said that he wouldn't reveal any information to us until he found sufficient evidence to convict us, so as to prevent us from retaliating against any suspect. But...!"

"But what?"

"Alan has been visiting a shipyard frequently these days. Also, his illness seems to have improved a lot."

"Shipyard? Which shipyard?"

"The one in Hunters Point, owned by an Irishman named Jason Stanley."

"Jason? The gold-digging upstart?"

"Yes, Father."

Old Cameron closed his eyes and was silent for a moment before asking, "Have you checked on that Jason?"

"We've checked! This Jason, Captain Vic of the sunken Barbara, Archbishop Evan's niece, and a young Chinese man founded some kind of Huamei Company."

"Huamei Company?"

"Yes! This Huamei company has only been established for a little over a month, but their two products, jeans and Eden Hut, are selling very well."

"Eden Huts? Those are the many frame houses that have suddenly appeared in the city?"

"Yes, Father."

Old Cameron still had his eyes closed. After a long pause, he continued to ask, "Henry, have you ever been involved with this Huamei Company?"

Henry is the name of Mayor Cameron Jr., the eldest son of Mayor Cameron Sr.

Paul Cameron thought for a moment before answering, "Well...I don't know!"

"Send someone to check immediately!"

"Yes, Father!"

Immediately a carriage rushed out of the manor.

A quarter of an hour later, the same carriage came galloping back.

"Dad, I found out!" Paul Cameron, who got the news, immediately reported to old Cameron.

"Say it!"

"A few days before Henry was poisoned, he met that young Chinese man in the mayor's office!"

"Hmm?" Old Cameron, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his one eye, and a sharp light shot out of it.

Old Cameron knew his son's character very well.

There was only one reason why Henry was willing to condescend to see the young Chinese man.

Extortion interests!

Where there is a conflict of interest, there is a motive for murder!
In addition, Edgar Allan Poe kept running towards the shipyard. With old Cameron's beast-like intuition, he knew that there must be something going on, and it was closely related to Henry's death!
"Go, send someone to capture that young Chinese man, the shipyard owner, and the captain!"

Old Cameron squeezed out a few words from his broken lips: "I will torture them myself!"

"Okay, Father!"

Old Cameron gnashed his teeth, his voice filled with venom: "Henry, your death will not be in vain. Your father will definitely avenge you...!"

"Boom...!"

Before he could finish his words, Paul Cameron, who had just taken his hands off the wheelchair handles, suddenly had his head explode like a watermelon hit by a sledgehammer!
The exploding blood, mixed with white brain matter and bone fragments, splattered all over old Cameron in the wheelchair!
“What…!” Old Cameron turned around and saw his second son with a burst of blood on his head, falling down helplessly!
"Paul...my son!" Old Cameron didn't care about the blood all over his body and stretched out his hands to try to support his son's body.

"Ah...!" The descendants of the Cameron family around saw Paul's head exploded and screamed in unison!

"Quiet, don't make a fuss...!"

Old Cameron was shocked, but not panicked at all. He held his son's body, which had fallen to the ground, and his hand was gradually getting cold.

He tried to open his mouth and yelled at his children and grandchildren, "Don't panic, there's a sniper, find cover quickly...!"

In the army, old Cameron had seen too many similar scenes, so he was shocked, sad, and painful... but he was not panicked.

At this moment, he even roughly determined the sharpshooter's location based on the direction of his son's blood and brain matter spraying.

"Sniper, over there...!"

Old Cameron turned his head towards the direction of the gunman and suddenly saw a little light flashing slightly on the barren hill in the distance!
"How is it possible, it's so far away...!"

"Boom...!"

Old Cameron felt a black screen before his eyes and lost all consciousness in an instant.

What he lost was his life!

In the eyes of his children and grandchildren, old Cameron, who was sitting in a wheelchair, had his head exploded, just like his second son!

"Father……!"

“Dad…!”

"uncle……!"

"grandfather……!"

Witnessing all this, everyone in the Cameron family was plunged into extreme shock and panic.

They had no idea what was going on!
Without seeing the enemy or even hearing the gunshots, the two pillars of the Cameron family had their heads exploded.

They screamed in fear and tried to find cover.

There were even more black slaves running around in panic!
"Ding!"

At this moment, many people heard another "ding!" sound!
That's the sound of steel breaking!
The lock of the iron cage that held the two hungry beasts was broken!

“Squeak! Squeak…!”

The iron cage door, which had lost its lock, creaked open slowly.

Two huge, hungry beasts slowly emerged from their cages, their cold, lion-like eyes reflecting the panic of many easy-to-catch prey...!
More than 700 meters away, on the top of a barren, overgrown hill.

After putting on makeup and disguising himself, A-Zu crawled in the dark woods and picked up four bullet casings in an orderly manner.

Remove the scope!
Remove the muffler!
Remove the barrel!

Remove the bolt!

Remove the buttstock!

……

Place all accessories into the viola case and secure the clasp.

He cleaned up all traces slowly and then disappeared into the dense forest carrying the viola case.
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The next day, early in the morning, the sky was just getting light.

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers! Today's headlines: The Cameron family suffered bloody revenge. Colonel Paul Cameron Sr. was shot in the head by a sharpshooter. The Cameron family was slaughtered by hungry lions, with heavy casualties!"

"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers...!"

At the same time, Vic personally drove the paddle steamer, carrying A Zu, Jason, Harley, and a gold-mining team of fifty members, and embarked on a journey!
Edgar Allan Poe, who had just arrived at the shipyard, was holding a newspaper with the scent of ink still on it in his hand, and was looking at the gradually receding sail with a complicated expression.

Edgar Allan Poe murmured in a voice that only he could hear.

"Lee...you are a mad genius!!!"

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