Reborn in 1878: America's Number One Bandit

Chapter 37 One cubic meter of nickel has been collected.

Finnian reined in his horse in the town center.

He roared, "Fifty thousand silver dollars! Are you ready? I'm here to collect the money!"

"If I don't see the money within half an hour,"

He pulled a torch from beside the saddle and drew a bright red arc in the air.

"I'll burn this shitty town, along with you cowardly cowards, to ashes! I swear!"

The town's residents huddled behind the curtains, trembling.

The police officers who were protecting them all ran away.

The bank has been robbed clean, and the mayor and councilors have all been hanged. Who can come up with $50,000 to satisfy the appetites of these devils?

A massacre seemed inevitable.

at this time.

Two young men came out from inside the door.

"Sir! Please wait a moment! We'd like to speak with you!"

Finnian's eyes darted back and forth between the two young men.

The scar on his face twitched with his playful expression, making it look even more ferocious.

The townspeople hiding in the shadows were on tenterhooks.

"Talk?"

Finnian let out a sneer.

"Who the hell do you think you are, to dare talk to me?"

"gentlemen."

The two exchanged a glance, both knowing that the other was the boss's man.

Let's continue with the script: "My name is Yadan. We certainly have no right to negotiate with you. We just want to state a fact."

Finnian raised an eyebrow: "Tell me. If you don't do it well, I'll cut your tongue out and feed it to the dogs."

"That's the fact."

Yadan looked directly into Finnian's eyes: "This town is finished. The mayor, the councilors, the sheriff... everyone who could come up with a lot of money has been hanged from a gas lamp post."

Even if you burn this town to the ground, you still won't be able to scrape together 50,000 silver dollars. You'll only get a pile of charred corpses and ruins.

Finnian's smile faded.

"So what? You mean I made a wasted trip and have to go back empty-handed?"

No! Of course not!

Yadan quickly waved his hand.

"What I mean is, please give us ten days."

"Ten days?"

Finnian burst into laughter.

"You think you can just grant a grace period like that? Who are you? The governor of California? Or Jesus Christ himself?"

"Ten days later."

Yadan's voice rose: "We'll give you 100,000 silver dollars! Double the amount!"

100,000 silver dollars!

Finnian's laughter stopped abruptly, and he leaned forward slightly, exuding a fierce aura.

"Kid, you're good at making empty promises."

He said, word by word, "Do you know what happens when you make empty promises to me and then can't deliver?"

"I know!"

Yadan was undeterred: "If you can't do it, you don't need to lift a finger. My friends and I will go to the town square, put ropes around our necks, and jump off the lampposts!"

"How are you going to raise 100,000?" Finnian asked coldly.

“Some of the people in the town are very wealthy, they just keep it hidden. If you give us time, I have a way to get them to hand over their money.”

"For the next ten days, the 'wolf pack' brothers must not harass the town and the surrounding farms. Otherwise, in the end, you still won't get a single penny."

Finnian fell silent.

Finnian grinned, revealing his yellow teeth once again.

"You've got guts. You're the most courageous civilian I've ever seen."

He pointed his riding crop at Yadan: "Fine, I'll trust you this once. Ten days!"

He held up a finger.

"Ten days from now, at this time and place, I'll collect the money. One hundred thousand silver dollars, not a penny less!" "If the money isn't ready by then..."

“I’m not just going to take your two lives, but this whole town, from eighty-year-old geezers to infants still breastfeeding, including all the cats, dogs, and rats, will die! FUCK! I’ll personally turn this place into hell!”

He suddenly pulled on the reins and turned the horse around.

"let's go!"

At a command, more than thirty ruthless bandits swept away Strawberry Town in a whirlwind and quickly disappeared into the end of the thick fog.

A thief never leaves empty-handed.

That small pile of rifles and pistols, including the Gatling gun, was also taken away.

Until the sound of horses' hooves completely faded into the distance.

Doors in the town were opened one by one, and residents cautiously walked out.

The owner of the town's hardware store, spitting as he questioned, "Kid! Are you crazy? 100,000 silver dollars! What are we going to do now? Do you want us to die even more miserably in ten days?"

His words immediately resonated with the crowd, and a stir broke out.
"Yeah, where are we going to get so much money?"

"You're pushing us into a fire pit!"

After the crowd quieted down a bit, Yadan let out a long sigh.

"Everyone, everyone, please listen to me."

He looked around at everyone and said helplessly, "Do you really think I believe we can raise 100,000 silver dollars?"

The crowd fell silent, looking at him with puzzlement.

"I said that just to buy some time!"

"Those lunatics were already preparing to slaughter!"
If I hadn't given them an irresistible bait, we'd all be corpses by now!

These ten days are the time I've bought for everyone to escape!

"Let's all pack our things quickly during these ten days."

Yadan said in a low voice, "Sell the shops that need to be sold, sell the land that needs to be sold, run as far away as you can, and never come back!"

Henderson and several other shop owners and farmers looked extremely grim.

They are the wealthy class in town, and if everyone works together, raising 100,000 silver dollars is not an impossible task.

But what gives them the right?
The same thought flashed uncontrollably through their minds.

Why should I pay to save the lives of those poor bastards?
Giving money to bandits is no different from throwing meat buns to a dog.
The bandits will take it this time, but they'll come back again!
No, absolutely not!
"Sell! My hardware store, half price!"

Henderson was the first to react.

Rather than giving money to bandits, it's better to liquidate the assets and flee with the money.

"My bakery is also selling! 70% off! Cash only!"

"And my farm! Five hundred acres, selling for a thousand dollars! Anyone want it?"

For a time, the entire Strawberry Town was plunged into a frenzy of selling off assets.

People had only one thought: to take the money and escape this damn place.

Inside the study of Marlene's two-story house.

Lawson was standing by the window, quietly looking in the direction of Strawberry Town in the distance.

Everything was unfolding according to his script.

Acquiring these businesses in Strawberry Town was just a side effect.

His real purpose was to use this crisis to create an opportunity for his White Tiger Security Company to gain exposure.

White Tiger Security Company battles a pack of wolves and bandits.

It will definitely be a resounding success.

Then he can announce that we will protect those whom the federal government cannot.

What the federal government can't do, we'll do!

In short, we can do what the Pinkerton Detective Agency can do, and we can do what the Pinkerton Detective Agency can't do.

Slaughtering bandits above, bringing peace to the people below.

This is Baihu Security!
Lawson was making plans.

He suddenly received a message in his mind.

One cubic meter of material has been successfully purchased.

You can upgrade now.

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(End of this chapter)