Reborn in 1878: America's Number One Bandit

Chapter 121 The rabbit is killed and the hound is cooked; the bastards should be taken offline.
Aoyama clapped his hands.

The door was opened, and two figures rushed in.

They carried wooden crates on their backs and held a metal frame with three thin legs in their hands.

"BOSS!"

"we are coming!"

The moment Henderson saw who it was, his already distorted face was now filled with an even more absurd astonishment.

"Jerry and Peter? You two newspaper maggots, what are you doing here!"

Jerry and Peter ignored him completely, but as soon as they saw Qingshan, their eyes lit up like a lapdog seeing its master.

"BOSS!"

Jerry practically ran to the foot of the green hill: "You called us?"

This title brought Henderson to his senses.

He almost forgot that this damn newspaper office was no longer his.

"It's time for you to put your expertise to use."

Lawson had planned everything out in advance.

When he ordered Declan's thugs to vandalize the San Francisco Chronicle, he sent another team of assassins to storm the newspaper office ahead of time.

Before the unfortunate editor-in-chief Martin was beaten to a pulp by an angry Irish drunkard, his men had already kidnapped Jerry, Peter, along with the newspaper's most important typesetters and printing technicians, through the back door and brought them back to Chinatown.

The two young reporters had completely figured out who their new boss was.

"Such an important moment."

Aoyama's smile widened as he looked around at the diverse expressions on the faces in the hall: "Of course we have to take a picture to remember this moment."

"That makes sense!"

Crestwood gritted his teeth and barely managed to give a thumbs up.

Damn it, that cunning and despicable Chinese bastard.

He certainly understood Qingshan's intentions.

This is not something to cherish at all.

This is the evidence, the shackles, and the public announcement.

With this photograph, everyone present today will be directly linked to the scandalous appointment of a Chinese man as police chief, a scandal worthy of being recorded in history.

From now on, they are in the same boat.

If they regret taking over Qingshan afterward, their reputation will be ruined.

This bastard doesn't believe that bullshit authorization letter at all; he's going to use this spotlight to put a noose around their necks.

Crestwood clutched his chest, his heart aching with anger.

He lived for over sixty years, and manipulating political power was a piece of cake for him.

But today, he was being led by the nose by a yellow-skinned boy who was not even twenty years old.

But he was at a loss for what to do.

He really wants to smash that camera right now.

But he can't.

So many lives depend on this Chinese man; he had no other choice.

"hehe!"

The senator forced a few dry laughs: "It's all as it should be, Director Aoyama is right. Such an important moment should be recorded!"

"Director Aoyama is so thoughtful!"

Samuel Black immediately understood: "Get the machines set up quickly, use your best technology!"

"Yes, Mayor, Boss!"

The two young reporters quickly set up their cameras and tripods and began adjusting the flash powder.

"Alright, gentlemen."

Aoyama clapped his hands in satisfaction: "Let's begin."

He stood leisurely in the open space in the center of the hall.

Crestwood, Mayor Samuel, Deputy Mayor Barkley, and several other top-ranking councilors and officials walked over one by one.

Aoyama stood alone opposite them.

“Mayor,” Lawson reminded him.

"Oh, right, right!"

Samuel Black realized what was happening and quickly handed the newly signed Emergency Powers Agreement to Lawson with both hands.

"Stay still!"

At that moment, Jerry unleashed the loudest roar of his career.

"Oh!"

Thick smoke billowed out, choking everyone and causing them to cough violently.

The photo freezes in the instant the spotlight flashes.

In the footage, Mayor Samuel humbly bows and presents the documents with both hands.

Crestwood stood to the side, smiling, but his expression was worse than if his father had died.

Barkley lowered his head, his distorted face perfectly illustrating what a disgrace truly meant.

Aoyama remained calm, one hand reaching for the authorization document while the other casually tucked into his pocket.

An era was forcibly torn apart at this moment, and then reassembled in an absurd way.

"It's done!"

Jerry yelled excitedly, saying that this photo was enough for him to brag about for the rest of his life.

"very good."

Lawson took the authorization letter, folded it casually, and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Alright, Director Qingshan!"

Crestwood couldn't hold back for another second. He just wanted this mad dog released to bite people as soon as possible: "The photos have been taken, the authorization has been given, now go and quell the rebellion immediately. Every minute that San Francisco remains in chaos, another of our citizens will die!"

"Don't rush, Senator."

Lawson turned his head, but then looked at Mayor Samuel.

“Mayor, I am now the police chief of San Francisco, right?”

"Of course, Director Qingshan, it's the real deal!"

Lawson shrugged: "I can't just be a commander without an army, can I?"

“The San Francisco Police Department is a complete mess, Mr. Barkley, what a piece of trash.”

Barkley's masseter muscles bulged, but he dared not refute.

"Shouldn't I have the authority to hire people on my own?" Lawson asked with a smile.

"Of course, of course!"

Without hesitation, the mayor, who now dared to agree to anything Rosen asked for, said, "Mr. Aoyama, you have the final say in all matters of policing in San Francisco!"

"very good."

Lawson nodded in satisfaction and looked at everyone.

"Gentlemen, do you know why this matter has escalated to such a huge extent?"

"Besides the fact that some of you are indeed useless, the main problem is your brains! Your brains are full of dog shit!"

One of the councilors instinctively cursed out loud, then quickly covered his mouth.

"Look what you've done!"

Lawson's voice suddenly rose: "San Francisco has a population of 300,000, and they only have less than a hundred police officers!"

"Hahahaha!"

He laughed mockingly: "I bet those sons of bitches pimps on the Barbary Coast have more thugs than that!"

"This……"

One judge, his face flushed, tried to argue: "This is to control the budget, and we have..."

"There's the National Guard, right?"

Lawson interrupted him: "Are you bunch of idiots thinking, 'Oh, we just need a hundred cops to catch thieves and chase away homeless people'?"

"If something really bad happens, no problem. Those big, dumb geezers in Sacramento who get paid by the military can come over in a few hours by train to clean up our mess, right?"

The members of parliament and officials present were all blushing and felt extremely ashamed.

Because everything this Chinese guy said was absolutely right.

"But what about now!"

Lawson's voice grew louder and louder: "Three days!"

"It's been three days of riots in San Francisco, where the hell is your National Guard? Where are they? Have you seen them? No!"

"Therefore, it is better to rely on yourself than on others, gentlemen."

He calmed his breathing and looked coldly at the group of elites he had lectured: "San Francisco needs a real police force. A force that can protect you. I need manpower."

Crestwood quickly realized what was happening.

Damn it, this kid is taking both food and money.

He wanted not only power, but also troops and money.

How could such a greedy person emerge from among the Chinese community?

The senator and several key members of Congress immediately huddled together and whispered among themselves.

"He's too greedy!"

"But he's right, a hundred is indeed a joke."

"Three hundred, three hundred at most. Any more and the city council's budget will go bankrupt!" "Money? Money is nothing! Let the bankers foot the bill. Now is the time to save our lives!"

A few minutes later, Crestwood returned.

"Chief Aoyama, the City Council has urgently passed a law enforcement budget bill. San Francisco's police force will be increased to three hundred personnel!"

"The recruitment and appointment of all personnel are entirely up to you, Director!"

"Three hundred people."

Lawson savored the number.

"That's enough for now. If it's not enough, we'll discuss it further."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and went out.

……

Outside the door, the streets of Chinatown were deserted.

Lawson snapped his fingers.

Soon, the sound of synchronized footsteps echoed from all directions of the alleyway.

The elites in the hall also curiously flocked to the doorway and balcony.

One by one, men in black emerged from the alleyway and gathered in front of the door.

Each of them carried a brand-new Winchester M1873 rifle slung across their shoulder.

A Colt revolver was tucked into the holster at his waist.

His belt was full of gleaming yellow bullets.

Ten, fifty, one hundred, one hundred and eighty.

One hundred and eighty fully armed men in black quickly formed three neat and uniform square formations in the open space in front of the main hall.

The elites who had come to watch the spectacle were all frozen in place.

Barkley was so shocked that his jaw almost dislocated.

Who exactly is this Qingshan?

Apart from the hundred or so people guarding the entrance to Chinatown.

Where did they get so many armed troops? And where did they get all these weapons?

Why didn't he, the acting police chief, notice anything?

No.

Barkley's eyes suddenly widened as an even more terrifying thought came to mind.

Damn it, Aoyama has been hiding this army all along; he's been lying from the very beginning.

This is only 180 people; who knows how many more 180s he has?

Qingshan never uttered a single truth.

What's even more terrifying is that he's not just capable of taking down a thousand people; he truly has the ability to crush everything.

"Director Qingshan, are these all?"

Mayor Samuel was filled with a mixture of fear and morbid excitement; he had finally found the right person to cling to.

"My new police officer."

Lawson turned his head and smiled kindly: "Didn't the city council approve three hundred slots? I'll advance one hundred and eighty."

After saying that, he turned to his troops: "Brothers, from today onwards, you are the police of San Francisco!"

“There are rioters running rampant outside Chinatown. Innocent citizens of San Francisco are suffering terribly. Now, let’s go out into the streets and fight this violence!”

"As you command, sir!"

One hundred and eighty assassins were armed.

Lawson flipped himself and mounted a black steed.

"set off!"

He took the lead and rushed out of the Chinatown archway.

One hundred and eighty new police officers in black followed closely behind.

Aoyama-kai Main Hall.

Everyone stared in disbelief as the group sped away, speechless for a long time.

"he!"

Crestwood's lips trembled, whether from anger or fear, it was hard to tell: "How many more cards is he hiding? What is he planning to do?"

He suddenly realized that he wasn't actually using this mad dog at all.

It's as if he invited a real tiger into the San Francisco bureaucracy.

"so hot!"

The women's reactions were completely different.

The banker's mistress was gripping the railing, her body burning, staring dazedly in the direction where Lawson had disappeared.

"My God, he is like Alexander in the book."

"An Eastern God of War!"

Penny Black, the mayor's wife, was clutching her handkerchief tightly.

Although she didn't speak, every detail of last night kept replaying in her mind.

That rough and savage man, yet he saw through all her pretenses.

He knows his own limitations; he is a true man.

She glanced at her husband, who was crying with excitement beside her, and the blush on her face vanished instantly.

Mayor, pig.

……

Gunfire erupted outside Chinatown.

The Irish thugs who were keeping watch at the street corner were still drinking around the fire, boasting about which rich man's daughter they had slept with the day before.

They didn't even realize what was happening.

When the first Chinese man riding a tall horse burst out of the fog, they were even stunned for a moment.

"Look, a fucking yellow-skinned monkey."

"boom!"

Lawson raised his hand and fired a shot.

The bullet went straight into the thug's mouth, exploding out a large cloud of red and white smoke from the back of his head.

"kill!"

One hundred and eighty new police officers simultaneously surrounded the enemy from three directions.

This can no longer be called a battle; it can only be described as a one-sided massacre.

Those Irish thugs who were just drunk were nothing compared to Lawson's assassins—they were like a bunch of primitives with sticks in terms of equipment, combat awareness, and marksmanship.

"The cops? No, it's that group of Chinese!"

"Are you just standing there waiting to die? Run!"

Once they realized what was happening, the group of thugs scattered and fled in chaos.

Their slow-loading smoothbore muskets didn't even give Winchester a chance to retaliate.

Just as a thug raised his gun, three bullets struck him in the chest simultaneously.

Another thug tried to hide in the alley but was shot in the leg with a .45 caliber bullet from the Peacemaker.

Declan was hiding behind a safe second-floor window.

He watched indifferently as his brothers were shot down in droves.

He glanced across the street at Aoyama, who was also directing the massacre.

The two exchanged a glance, and Declan immediately understood.

He rushed downstairs, grabbed an Irish youth who was trying to escape, and roared, "Stop! You bunch of spineless cowards! Chinatown is right behind us, and those yellow-skinned monkeys are there! They only have a little over a hundred of them, but we have thousands!"

"Charge! Kill them all! San Francisco will be ours!"

He kicked the young man towards the front lines.

"For Ireland, charge!"

Just as Declan was driving cannon fodder to their deaths from the front.

More intense gunfire erupted on several other streets in San Francisco.

"who!"

A group of Mexican thugs who were buying a jewelry store for free hadn't even had time to stuff the gold watch into their pockets when they saw a group of even more ferocious-looking dark figures surging from the end of the street.

He was masked with a black cloth and carried a rifle and a heavy club.

It is an important task entrusted to me.

"FUCK, double-crossing?"

Before the Mexicans could even raise their guns, the assassins of the Chongto Gang had already charged forward.

They didn't give the other side a chance to fire.

The heavy bat is swung, specifically targeting the wrists and knees.

"Crack!"

"Ahhh my hand!"

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

The mission of the Chongtu Gang is not to kill, but to subdue.

Those who did not have time to resist or attempted to resist had their limbs broken and were tied up with thick hemp ropes.

(End of this chapter)