Reborn in 1878: America's Number One Bandit

Chapter 32 Lawson's First Company

Marin County, County Council.

This office, usually used to discuss trivial matters such as bridge and road repairs and tax adjustments, is located in...

A hysterical argument is unfolding.

A group of people were arguing fiercely.

"Two days! God! Those bastards only gave us three days! Now we only have two days left!"

An obese congressman wiped the oily sweat from his brow with a handkerchief and complained.

"Sheriff Thompson, take your men and go support Strawberry Town! It's your duty!"

Sheriff Thompson slammed his fist on the table.

His face flushed red as he roared, "My duty is not to lead my few brothers to be targets for a gang of thugs more ferocious than grizzly bears!"

"You fucking make it sound so easy! You weren't the one who got hanged from the lamppost!"

"Those thugs even dared to kill Pinkerton detectives!"

"You want me to take men there? That's not support, that's sending them to their deaths!"

"Then what do you think we should do?"

Another councilor sneered: "We can't just be like a fucked dog and obediently give money to those kidnappers, can we?"

They want $50,000! $50,000! Even if you emptied the whole of Strawberry Town's coffers, you still couldn't scrape together that amount!

"FUCK! It's all those damn Irish pigs' fault!"

"I knew it! We shouldn't have let those Catholic drunkards set foot on California soil in the first place! What else can they do besides cause trouble?"

"A bunch of filthy, uncivilized potato bastards! Son of a bitch!"

The conference room was instantly filled with all sorts of foul language and vicious curses.

These seemingly respectable gentlemen unleashed the most vicious racism to its fullest extent.

The Irish are no longer all their brothers.

Instead, they were a pack of uncivilized wild dogs.

"Quiet, everyone!"

The speaker, unable to bear it any longer, slammed his scepter on the table.

"Strawberry Town, we can't leave it unsaved."

"But Sheriff Thompson is right, we can't make pointless sacrifices."

He outlined his plan: "My suggestion is to immediately request police support from all the surrounding towns, and even from the neighboring Sonoma County."

Let's gather all the manpower we can and set up a huge trap in Strawberry Town.

Since that gang of thugs has announced they'll be collecting the money in two days, that's perfect! Let's take this opportunity to wipe out those damned bandits in one fell swoop!

The suggestion was immediately approved by everyone.

If we can really wipe out this gang of thugs, we might even receive a commendation from the state government.

Next, they began to have a heated discussion about the specific details of the operation.

Identify and address any gaps, and act swiftly.

Meanwhile, at Mrs. Marlene's farm.

Besides Er Gou and San Gou, Lawson now had four more Chinese men with physiques as strong as iron towers by his side.

These are the finest individuals that Lawson carefully selected from the newly refreshed ranks of assassins.

They are all over 1.8 meters tall, and their physical strength is consistently a formidable 1.7 times.

Following the simplest naming convention, Lawson gave them new code names:
Da Niu, Er Niu, A Hu, A Bao.

Proficiency in marksmanship and close combat is already a basic skill for assassins.

Each of these four individuals also possesses a special skill that greatly satisfies Lawson.

Da Niu is a skilled cook.

Erniu is skilled at fishing.

Ah Hu is skilled at interrogation.

Ah Bao, on the other hand, is skilled at tracking.

With these six top-notch bodyguards by his side, Lawson felt much safer.

Although he is now keeping a low profile and his own strength is growing stronger, this is, after all, the lawless American West of 1878.

Even a stray bullet that comes from nowhere could take the life of a master.

Only by living long can you possess everything.

Da Niu, Er Niu, A Hu, and A Bao naturally moved into the manor as servants of the Lawson family.

Lawson's explanation to Mrs. Marlene was simple: "Strawberry Town is in such a mess right now, it's always safer to have a few more of our own people here."

Anyway, they don't need wages, they just need to be provided with meals.

Mrs. Marlene looked at the four men, each stronger than a bear, and naturally had no objections.

At this moment, she was standing at the window of her second-floor bedroom, quietly watching the scene below.

In the courtyard, six tall Chinese men were busily working in an orderly manner.

Some were chopping firewood, some were repairing the fence, and some were tending the vegetable garden...

They are taciturn but extremely efficient.

Lawson, like a true landowner, sat leisurely in a rocking chair on the porch, legs crossed, basking in the sun and wiping his Winchester shotgun.

This gun is a collector's edition that I bought.

Looking at it this way, how does Lawson resemble a lodger seeking shelter?
He is clearly the boss of this manor.

Those six tough men were all his loyal employees.

What is your own identity/role?

Landlady? Or his maid?
It's no wonder she was overthinking things; this Eastern man has changed so much.

The large-scale mobilization of police officers in Marin County and several surrounding towns and counties has not escaped the notice of Lawson's intelligence network.

"They've mobilized about seventy people. Ha, they're trying to set up a trap in Strawberry Town, waiting for my pack of wolves to fall into it."

Lawson revealed a hint of sarcasm.

He was presented with two choices.

First, when the time comes, let the wolf pack gang confront them head-on, as previously declared.

Faced with overwhelming power, the seventy-odd hastily assembled police officers were nothing but a bunch of chickens and dogs.

By snatching chestnuts from the fire amidst gunfire, they will solidify the Wolf Pack gang's infamous reputation in Northern California.

Secondly, we should temporarily avoid their attacks; those police officers can't stay in Strawberry Town forever.

Once they've been at it for a few days and their morale has waned, the wolf pack can launch a surprise attack and easily plunder Strawberry Town again.

Any intelligent person would choose the second option.

This would minimize casualties among the suicide squad and maximize profits.

Lawson insisted on choosing the first option.

Let's confront each other head-on!

He didn't care about the casualties of those thirty-odd suicide soldiers.

For him, the wolf pack gang was just a symbol.

What does it matter if the lighting is on?
If he wanted, he could create a "pack of wolves" of the same size every day.

This time.

He wants to ensure that the residents of all the towns and cities in Northern California, the sheriffs they rely on, can no longer protect them.

Only he, Lawson, can do it.

Just as turmoil was brewing in Northern California, far away in San Francisco,
Another piece that Lawson placed has also begun to quietly take effect.

The British assassins he sent to San Francisco were not idle while waiting for the funds to arrive.

San Francisco, as the financial and economic center of the West Coast, has now gathered more than forty British-American assassins under Lawson's command.

Some of them have already infiltrated different industries such as docks, factories, and newspapers, just like water droplets merging into the ocean.

Another group, led by a ruthless individual with business management skills, rented an office and went through all the legal procedures.

Just yesterday, a brand new company was officially registered and established.

"White Tiger Security Company".

(End of this chapter)