Reborn in 1878: America's Number One Bandit

Chapter 115 We Hide in Chinatown
The gates of hell have been opened.

In 1878, San Francisco, a city that had just been boasting of being the pearl of the West Coast, tore off its thin veil of civilization on this night, revealing the most primitive and savage flesh beneath!
"Grab it!"

"Kill those silk-clad whores and fuck their wives!"

"Gold, whiskey, and women, tonight it's all ours!"

The Irish, the Dutch, and the Mexicans—three surging undercurrents that had been suppressed and fermenting in the city's underbelly—were simultaneously guided by the same hand and burst forth with a deafening roar!
They brandished cheap revolvers, machetes stolen from the slaughterhouse, and old rifles just bought from the Ross Precision warehouse.

Tonight, they are all thugs!
The first flame came from a high-end French silk shop.

The greedy flames suddenly leaped up, illuminating the fanatical, distorted faces outside the window.

Residents of San Francisco were awakened from their sleep by gunshots and screams, and huddled under their blankets to pray.

Some hot-blooded young people who tried to rush to the street corner with guns to defend their homes had their limbs broken by more than a dozen drunk Dutch men before they even had a chance to demonstrate!

Chaos is the dominant theme, the main melody of this symphony of hell.

But the chaos itself was firmly controlled by one hand.

In the Latin Quarter's line, there was a pockmarked Mexican man named Juárez who had been mowing the lawn for the Green family in the wealthy neighborhood for a whole year.

He swore he could smell Mrs. Green's French perfume every time he slept, a scent that made him hard even in his sleep!

He had long wanted to taste skin as white as milk!
Tonight, the opportunity has arrived!
"Go on!"

He yelled excitedly, broke away from the group that was smashing the store, and rushed straight towards the side door of the Green family's house.

"Stop right there, you idiot!"

Matteo blocked his way.

Juarez had drunk too much cheap tequila, and the mixture of semen and alcohol had made him lose all sense of reality.

His face flushed red, and he pulled out a gun, pointing it at Matteo: "I'm going to fuck that white bastard tonight, you dare to stop me? I have a gun too, get out of my way, or I'll take you down with me."

Matteo's eyes were sinister as he grabbed the revolver's wheel!
"Click."

The trigger was pulled, but the firing pin missed.

Misfired.

Juarez was stunned; he had never seen anything like this in his life!

The next second, Matteo's other hand slammed solidly into Juarez's chin!
Juarez flew backward with both feet off the ground and crashed heavily onto the stone pavement!

Kill with one blow!
The dozens of Mexican thugs who were about to join in the commotion suddenly sobered up.

The guys who had just been lustful all quickly withdrew.

Matteo disgustedly kicked the body into the drain: "Listen up, you bunch of brainless bastards."

"What are we here for tonight? We're here to rob gold, not to sleep with a few worthless bastards!"

"If I say rob somewhere, you rob there; if I say kill someone, you kill them."

"Anyone who dares to disobey orders and can't control their rotten dick in their pants will suffer the same fate as you. Once you've robbed enough gold, you can buy whatever kind of whore you want!"

The rioters fell silent in fear.

They then realized that this man was Luigi Sforza's new boss, who had snapped Luigi Sforza's neck with his bare hands.

They just want to rob money and sleep with women, they don't want to die!
"Yes, boss!"

A few scattered responses came from the crowd.

"Speak louder, I fucking didn't hear you!"

"Yes, boss! We understand!"

Matteo nodded in satisfaction and pulled out a crumpled map, which was the raiding route specified by Lawson.

"Very good. Now all of you get on board. That up ahead, that entrepreneur's estate, is the most lucrative. Take it over, and everyone gets ten silver dollars afterward!"

Similar scenes unfolded between the Dutch and Irish teams.

Giss and Declan used the same bloody methods to firmly control this rabble.

Three massive mob groups perfectly bypassed the low-income neighborhoods and headed directly towards San Francisco's most lucrative and affluent areas.

"God, merciful Mother, they're coming!"

James Crim, the businessman who owns vast ranches in Southern California and who just boasted at a party about his ability to influence the state legislature, is now trembling behind the curtains, scared out of his wits!
He had just acquired a rival's business through a contract tonight and was preparing to celebrate by opening two bottles of expensive French champagne.

Now, the celebration has turned into the end of the world!

Outside the manor, there were Mexican thugs led by Matteo!

"Fire! Fire! You bunch of trash, kill these bastards, kill them all!"

Krim grabbed a bodyguard by the collar and screamed hysterically.

He hired more than thirty private bodyguards, all equipped with Winchester rifles, and even an old Gatling gun that he had acquired at great expense.

He thought he was impregnable.

Unfortunately, these bodyguards are just mercenaries who get paid, not death-defying warriors!

When they saw the menacing crowd and felt their almost insane killing intent...

The bodyguard captain, who always boasted that he had killed three Indians, was so shaky when loading Winchester's ammunition that he looked like he had Parkinson's disease and couldn't even load the bullets!
"Turn that damn crank and fire!"

Krim kicks the Gatling gunner.

The poor fellow trembled as he tried to turn the crank, but extreme fear made him stiff, and the crank got stuck after turning half a circle!
Before he could fix the problem, the manor gate was blown into the air along with the bodies of the two bodyguards by a makeshift explosive!
"Kill!"

The mob surged in instantly.

"Hold on, hold on, you bunch of sons of bitches!"

The bodyguard captain roared, his voice trembling with fear, and fired a shot into the air.

His response was Matteo's precise gun barrel.

A bullet pierced the bodyguard captain's forehead, forever silencing the rest of his curse!

The captain's body fell, becoming the final straw that broke the camel's back.

The resistance collapsed completely in less than five minutes!
The bodyguards dropped their guns and tried to escape through the back door, crying and screaming, but were overwhelmed by the even more excited mob.

Krim watched helplessly as his estate was ravaged and his young wife, only twenty-seven years old, was grabbed by the hair by two Mexicans with a sinister grin.

Her silk nightgown was ripped open with a tearing sound, and the straps of her corset were also violently snapped. She was dragged into the bushes with a scream!
"No, my money, my wife!"

A towering flame rose from the Krim Estate, burning away the last vestiges of hope held by the other wealthy residents who wished to hold on to their homes.

"Quickly, pack up the silverware, and the lady's jewelry too. Forget about the porcelain set!"

"The carriage, is my four-wheeled carriage ready? Hurry up, where's that son of a bitch coachman?"

"Forget about those Rembrandt paintings, my life is more important!"

The entire affluent neighborhood was in chaos.

Expensive four-wheeled carriages clashed and jostled each other on the narrow streets.

A banker fell off a carriage in the chaos and got stuck under the wheels. He screamed in pain, but the carriage behind him did not stop and ran over him!
The noblewomen, clutching their skirts, scrambled onto the carriages in a disheveled state, jewelry boxes scattered everywhere, gold coins and diamonds rolling into the mud, yet not one dared to stop and pick them up. They had only one thought: escape, escape from this hell!

A group of carriages rushed haphazardly toward the northern exit of the city.

What awaited them was another sea of ​​torches!

"Damn it, look, a bunch of fat sheep dressed in evening gowns!"

The Dutchman, Gus, is standing on a roadblock made of pianos and sofas, a cigar in his mouth.

"Change route, head east to the dock, the road to the dock, quick!"

The horse-drawn carriage caravan turned its horses around in a sorry state and rushed towards the dock road to the east.

"stop!"

It was another group of people, Mexicans, and Matteo was directing his men to loot a weapons depot.

Several bullets hit the wheels of the lead carriage, causing the horses to bolt in fright.

The two fleeing traffic streams were forced to merge, rushing southward along the post road like a swarm of headless flies.

At that moment, they ran into another group that looked even more disheveled and terrified.

"Run! Those Irish mad dogs are behind us! They burned down the police station!"

Leading the group was none other than San Francisco Mayor Samuel Black, whose meticulously styled wig was askew, revealing his bald scalp underneath.

Beside him was his young and beautiful wife, Penny, who was also pale at the moment.

Behind them were Senator Crestwood and his family, as well as Barkley, who had just escaped death through the back door of the police station!

"Your Excellency, Senator!"

"Mr. Mayor!"

"Chief Barkley!"

The two groups of people gathered together in terror, their horses colliding with each other, making the scene even more chaotic.

Congressman Crestwood grabbed Barkley by the collar: "Barkley, you damn piece of trash, tell me, this is your San Francisco? Where are your cops? Where are all your paid dogs? Are they all dead?"

Barkley, nearly breathless from the shock, screamed, "They're all dead! All dead! Those Irish bastards came prepared! They stormed the police station! All the officers are dead!"

"Useless trash, a bunch of trash who can't even beat a bastard!"

Crestwood was trembling with rage.

"I've already sent a telegram to Sacramento!"

Barkley was so eager to defend himself that his tone became erratic: "National Guard, I requested support on behalf of the San Francisco government, they'll be here soon, very soon!"

“How soon is soon?”

"Six hours, at least six hours!"

Six hours?

Everyone gasped in shock, and a few of the weaker ones rolled their eyes and fainted.

By the time reinforcements arrived, they would already be corpses!

"Roar! Kill them all! Don't let a single one escape!"

Less than half a mile behind them, Declan's Irish mob was getting closer and closer!
The torches formed a menacing fire dragon, rapidly approaching, and one could even smell the pungent stench of alcohol emanating from them.

"They're catching up! In ten minutes at most, they'll catch up with our carriages!"

"It's over, we're all going to die here!"

"I don't want to die! I still have so much money. I'll give it all to them and ask them to let me go!"

Their only way out has been blocked!
Crying, shouting, and cursing were all mixed together.

Amidst this hysterical panic, Barkley suddenly perked up.

He looked around and saw that the city had been turned into a sea of ​​fire, but there was one direction that was deathly silent!

Chinatown!
Barkley shouted at the top of his lungs, "Chinatown! Let's hide in Chinatown first!"

Chinatown, this otherworldly island on the map of San Francisco, is now the only Noah's Ark in the eyes of these outlaws!
When the disheveled group of mayor, senators, bankers, judges, and their terrified families stumbled and tumbled to the intersection of Sacramento Street and Dupan Street, they reined in their horses.

On one side was the hell they had just escaped.

On the other side is Chinatown.

Pitch black, deathly silent.

All the shops on both sides of the street were closed, and the dark windows looked like countless silent eyes staring at them in the darkness.

Barkley, panting heavily, quickly jumped off his horse.

Just one more step and we'll be in Chinatown! "Stop!"

With a loud shout.

Dozens of Chinese people dressed in identical black short jackets appeared out of thin air, like crops growing out of the ground!
They weren't holding fire sticks, but rather a uniform set of Winchester rifles!

Gun barrels were raised in unison, aimed at the group of uninvited guests.

The rhythmic clicking of metal scraping together was more mesmerizing than a gunshot in the silence!

This group of men in black didn't look like thugs, much less like police officers.

They were like a group of well-trained butchers, coldly observing a flock of fat sheep that had walked into the slaughterhouse.

The thoroughbred horses ridden by Mayor Samuel Black and Senator Crestwood pawed restlessly.

These beasts sensed something more dangerous than flames—pure killing intent!
"No, don't shoot!"

Barkley instinctively raised his hands high.

“We are not thugs. I am Barkley, the acting police chief of San Francisco!”

The man in black remained motionless, his gun barrel as steady as a rock.

“I know your people, I know Mai Ling, that bitch, no, that boss lady!”

Barkley had completely abandoned his dignity. He knew his identity was useless, so all he could do was scream, "Make her come out to see me! Make her come out now! I have money! I have lots of money!"

A soft footstep sounded in the darkness.

The group of men in black parted to the sides, and a tall figure slowly emerged.

Mai Ling was wearing only a well-tailored dark silk cheongsam, with a heavy mink cloak casually draped over her shoulders.

Her hair was neatly styled and adorned with a jade hairpin, making her seem like a completely different species from the group of disheveled noblewomen behind her, whose faces were streaked with tears and soot.

She was like the mistress of this dark kingdom, having just emerged from a tranquil banquet.

"Oh? Isn't this Chief Barkley?"

Mai Ling's voice was clear and crisp, with a hint of lazy mockery: "What a rare guest. I remember our business doesn't include bringing so many friends to bang on my door in the middle of the night."

(End of this chapter)