North America 1849, from Gold Rush to Warlord

Chapter 50 Scalping Them

"Me too……!"

Daisy's handwriting was beautiful and elegant, except for these three words, which were written crookedly.

Such handwriting reveals how flustered, conflicted and panicked the girl felt when she wrote these three words...!
"This little foreign girl, is she serious?"

"Should I really become that Vic guy's son-in-law... wouldn't that make me a generation inferior?"

A-Zu was stunned for a long time before he finally opened the letter from Edgar Allan Poe.

"Lee, after you left, the whole city of San Francisco became a mess!"

"You calculated all this, didn't you?"

"Almost everyone knows that old Cameron, Paul, and many Camerons are dead. But no one cares how old Cameron died, except me!"

"I went to the scene and roughly confirmed the gunman's sniper position based on the direction of the blood spray from Cameron Sr. and Paul."

"I'm standing in the most likely position for a sniper, but the distance from here to Old Cameron and Paul is definitely more than 800 yards!"

"I don't know how the sniper did it. As far as I know, the longest shooting record in the world before this was no more than 500 yards."

"Moreover, I also found the fragment of the bullet that broke the lock of the iron cage and released the lion. I am absolutely sure that this bullet did not come from any arsenal, but was purely handmade, just like the gun with a range of over 800 yards!"

"Although the method used to poison Mayor Cameron Jr. is completely different, my intuition tells me that both crimes were committed by the same person."

"Don't ask me why. If you insist, I can only say that both cases are completely beyond my comprehension. Furthermore, the murderer cleaned the scene exceptionally cleanly, leaving no clues behind."

"I've been a private investigator for twenty years and have worked on hundreds of cases, but I've never seen such a criminal genius. Not only is his thinking meticulous and his preparation thorough, but he also seizes the fleeting opportunity to kill with extreme precision. He strikes with absolute ruthlessness and without hesitation."

"I've never encountered a criminal master like this. It's impossible for a small city like San Francisco to have two crazy killing geniuses appear at the same time, right?"

"I can't find the murderer. Or rather, I have a guess as to who he is, but I can't find any evidence!"

"Luckily I couldn't find any evidence, otherwise I would have been dead too, right?"

"Although old Cameron is dead, his youngest son, Major Daniel Cameron, will be a big trouble in the future!"

"Daniel is not only an active-duty Ranger Major, he also has a large number of elite veterans who have served under old Cameron for a long time. More importantly, he has a good father-in-law - Brigadier General George Phillips!"

"By the way, under the care of the angelically beautiful and kind Miss Vivian, my body has fully recovered."

"The preparations for setting up the newspaper are going smoothly. We have already recruited the necessary staff, but the ordered machinery and equipment will take about two months to arrive."

"As for the penicillin issue, I've written a lot of letters and sent them east, but it'll take a long time to get a reply. I hope I can recruit some real talent for you so we can put penicillin into production as soon as possible and bring good news to countless people."

"I've uncovered a lot of dirty laundry regarding Bay Area Bank and Mr. Ross, and I've also gathered some evidence. All I can say is, this greedy Jew deserves to be discredited and ruined by you. I will continue my in-depth investigation and ultimately nail him to the cross of morality and public opinion!"

"At the end of this letter, I want to say that I am glad to be your friend!"

"PS: Compared to Cameron Sr.'s death, I'm more interested in the gun that shot him! Don't forget, I was once a soldier, and I have a feeling that gun and the man who created it will revolutionize future wars!"

A-Zu put the letter away, a smile playing on his lips: "As expected of a poet and novelist, this guy is so sarcastic and secretly trying to hit me!"

"A general father-in-law? This is becoming more and more interesting!"

Then, I picked up the newspapers of the past few days and carefully interpreted the changes in the situation during this period.
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A few days later, in the evening, when I was collecting gold from the washing machine with Old Jason, Ayan suddenly ran over to report the news.

"Azu, those Indians from last time... last time are here again!"

"How many people are here?"

"About thirty of them, all on horses!"

"Call Lao Ma and go meet them!"

A-Zu washed his hands in the lake water and, leading Martinez and a group of twenty others, walked along the river toward the valley entrance. A moment later, they saw the Blood Eagle from last time, leading a group of thirty or so men, slowly approaching on horseback.

Unlike last time, this time, there were three more old men with haggard faces and gray hair in the team.

Judging from their appearance, the old men are already very old, and the three of them can’t even have a complete set of teeth!

"Brother from the Far East, I'm here again. The elders of our tribe are very interested in you and want to talk to you!"

From a distance, Blood Eagle greeted A-Zu.

Ever since their last drink together, Blood Eagle's attitude towards A-Zu has been completely different.

When we met again today, it felt like we were old friends.

"Blood Eagle, my brother, I look forward to your return every day!"

"Welcome, welcome to the respected Blackfoot elders!"

A Zu led his men to form a line and respectfully welcomed the Blackfoot people into the camp.

More than twenty Blackfoot people, especially the three elders, were very curious about everything in the camp.

Especially those steam pumps and ore washers spewing out black smoke!

In the largest wooden house in the center of the camp, A-Zu had the most sumptuous banquet and fine wine prepared to entertain these Blackfoot people.

After eating and drinking, it was already late at night, and almost all the Blackfoot people had been drunk and were confused.

The Indians of this era did not master the technology of brewing wine. Just like the various diseases spread from Eurasia, they had little natural resistance to alcohol.

But these tribesmen who grew up in the wilderness and advocated freedom fell in love with the feeling of accelerated blood flow and even boiling after taking a sip.

Love both food and drinks!
It was late at night, and A Zu was preparing to arrange for them to rest. If there was anything, they could talk about it tomorrow.

"Boom...!"

At this moment, gunshots suddenly rang out from the high watchtower.

“Bang, bang, bang…!”

Almost at the same time, chaotic gunfire rang out outside the wooden wall.

"It's a gang, a gang...!"

Someone on the watchtower was shot and fell headfirst from a height of more than ten meters. It was obvious that he was not going to survive!
A-Zu, who was a little dizzy from drinking, woke up instantly.

"Ayan, Harley...quickly, get everyone up on the wall!"

"Jason, Lao Ma, go and carry out our eggs and distribute them to everyone!"

Not only A-Zu woke up instantly, but also the Blackfoot people who fell to the ground!

Living in the wilderness, they have an almost intuitive reaction to danger.

The surge of adrenaline instantly sobered all the Blackfoot people from their drunken state, and they immediately grabbed the bows and stone axes around them.

Blood Eagle leaped up and asked warily, "Li, what happened?"

“Gangsters…!”

"Damn it! I'm going to scalp them...!"

(End of this chapter)