The Creators: From Night City

Chapter 202: The Three Giants of the Van der Linde Gang

The wagon passed through the Giant Face Rock, which was carved with a huge human face, and drove past the endless tobacco fields, and arrived at a rather prosperous western town.

Welcome to Rhodes

The maid read out the contents of the sign at the town's entrance in a low voice, looking rather nostalgic.

I don’t know whether she misses being here or misses her youth that will eventually pass away.

Under the guidance of the maid who was familiar with the place, Jiang Bing quickly and successfully checked into the hotel.

It’s not accurate to call it a hotel.

It's more like a combination of a pub, an inn, and a 'chicken farm'.

Or call it a club, which is also quite vivid.

If the daytime is spent working by cattle and horses, then the nighttime is spent partying for them.

Of course, the oxen and horses who work overtime are not included.

As night fell, when Jiang Bing walked out of his luxurious room, the hall was already filled with all kinds of people.

Cowboys, bounty hunters, residents of Rhodes, street vendors, businessmen, workers.

Everyone gathered together, enjoying the bliss of indulgence amidst clinking glasses.

The maid was still resting, exhausted from the long journey.

After all, she is just an ordinary woman, flesh and blood.

"Welcome to the 'Pleasure Palace' of Rhodes."

As soon as Jiang Binggang sat down at the bar, the bartender showed extraordinary professionalism and appeared in front of him.

"It's really rare to see an Oriental person. What would you like?"

A coin was flicked onto the bar counter by Jiang Bing.

"whisky.

While the other party was pouring the wine, Jiang Bing asked, "I want to do business with the Gray family. Do you have any connections?"

The bartender pushed the glass in front of Jiang Bing.

"You can talk to our beloved Sheriff, Leigh Gray. I'm sure he'll be willing to talk to you."

"Actually, I think I can make an introduction for you as well."

A slightly greasy voice came from behind Jiang Bing. A man wearing a burgundy silk waistcoat, with a wide goatee and two revolvers on his waist, leaned on the bar next to Jiang Bing.

Accompanying him were an old man wearing a deerskin waistcoat and a brown scarf, a "successful man" in a suit and tie, and a tough western guy with a slicked-back hair and a paralyzed face following behind the team.

Looking at the four people who seemed familiar, Jiang Bing felt that fate was so wonderful.

The three pillars of the Vanderlin Gang are gathered here.

"That's great." Jiang Bing tapped the counter, called the bartender over, and threw out a "education certificate" with a face value of $5.

"Give these friends a drink, it's on me."

"Haha, then we'd like to thank you for your generosity, friend."

The leader extended his right hand with a jeweled ring towards Jiang Bing. "Hodge McIntosh, nice to meet you, my friend. I have to say, for an Oriental, you speak pretty good English."

Jiang Bing shook hands with the other party naturally, "I have some talent in languages, Sabul Lyric."

As a master of communication, he naturally introduced the other three to Jiang Bing.

Leopold Strauss

The man in a well-tailored suit skillfully examined Jiang Bing's outfit from head to toe, as if he was assessing the specific price.

"Hosea," the old man with the scarf smiled at Jiang Bing, acting very harmless.

"Arthur Callahan."

Arthur put down his now empty glass and finally introduced himself.

"Hodge, you said you knew Sheriff Gray?"

Jiang Bing pretended to be unaware of everything and performed according to the other party's script.

"Of course, in fact we had tea together this morning." The other person patted his chest.

"I just don't know what Mr. Sable wants to do with the sheriff?"

"Do some small business."

Hosea suddenly spoke up.

"Looking at Mr. Sabul's attire, he doesn't look like someone who only runs a small business."

Jiang Bing stretched out his hand and made a universe with his fingertips.

"It's just some trivial stuff."

"profound?"

"Buy low, sell high, the eternal essence of business." Strauss also joined the conversation.

One of the two sides had ulterior motives and regarded Jiang Bing as a fat sheep, while the other was happy to cooperate with the performance and treated it as a joke. For a while, they had a very happy conversation.

The members of the Van der Lind gang traveled far and wide, fighting in all directions and having great experience. In addition, three of the four of them were eloquent people who made a living. When they talked about some interesting experiences in the West, their words were meaningful and vivid, which really piqued Jiang Bing's interest in talking.

The conversation became more and more frequent, the atmosphere became more and more harmonious, and naturally, the wine was poured one glass after another.

Jiang Bing slapped out a stack of dollars with ulterior motives, signaling the bar to take care of this side and settle the bill themselves so as not to interrupt everyone's conversation.

This action directly caused the three of them to look at each other with shining eyes.

Only Arthur Callahan, who was sitting at the end, was drinking silently.

But what was surprising was that as soon as the bait was thrown out and the big fish hadn't taken the bait yet, the small fish and shrimps nearby gathered around first.

"Yellow Pig, you seem quite rich. Please treat us to a drink."

A rusty dagger was stuck between Jiang Bing and Daqi, and three or four ruffian thugs surrounded Jiang Bing.

As yellow people, making a living in a white country is naturally discriminated against and is very difficult.

In fact, most Chinese workers who came to the United States did the lowest-level jobs, such as mining and railroad construction. Not only were they paid low wages, but they were also bullied and exploited by companies, gangs, and local tyrants.

A small number of wealthy people, even if they do not do these low-level jobs, are still inferior in American society.

Without strong national support and belonging to a minority group, they are naturally vulnerable.

American bullying and racial discrimination are not just words.

The American Civil War had ended more than 30 years earlier, but black people had not yet been completely liberated.

Not to mention the yellow people who are purely outsiders.

"Why, you don't dare to speak."

Another thug reached out and picked up the stack of dollars on the counter.

"I think he might be an Indian in disguise. After all, these yellow monkeys all look the same. He doesn't have that long braid."

Hodge McIntosh was very unhappy that his plan was going smoothly but was suddenly interrupted by a few punks.

He, Hosea and Strauss had been deceiving people repeatedly, and they felt that they were only one step away from finding out how much wealth Jiang Bing had. However, at this critical juncture, they were disrupted by a few scoundrels.

Looking at the free cowboys (or thugs) whose greed had blinded their minds, the gang leader suddenly changed his mind and felt that this might not be a bad thing.

As long as they help and save the other party later, they will undoubtedly win the other party's great favor and trust.

If we can then seize the property that the other party is carrying, wouldn’t that be even more powerful?

Thinking of this, he winked at Arthur, who hadn't said much but was busy drinking whiskey for free, indicating that he was ready to take action at any time.

Chapter 203 Western Solution

But things went completely off the track he expected.

Jiang Bing twitched his nose and looked at the dagger on the counter.

"Have you ever killed anyone with it?"

"That's good to know. Consider this money as a drink for you guys. Remember, this is American land, it's not a place for you to stay. Get back to your pigpen."

"Charlette, his clothes look really nice."

Encouraged by the crowd, some of the cowboys became more aggressive and said, "Did you hear that? My brother likes this piece of clothing you're wearing. Take it off for me now."

As he spoke, he reached out to strip Jiang Bing's clothes.

Just as the dirty hand was half out, a revolver was accurately placed on Jiang Bing's head as he turned around.

No one could see where the gun came from.

"What nonsense are you talking about? This isn't American soil at all. The Indians' blood hasn't even cooled yet."

Jiang Bing poked the other person's stiff head with his gun, and pushed the other person's mouth, which was constantly emitting a foul stench, away from him.

These days, these cheap cowboys have no concept of maintaining personal hygiene at all.

It is rare to find people who can rinse their mouths every now and then, let alone brush their teeth and wash their faces every day.

"You dare to pull out a gun!"

The other team's companions were furious, as if Jiang Bing's resistance was something that was outrageous to them.

The person who was pointed at by the gun was also angry and reached out to grab the gun, as if he was sure that the other party would not dare to shoot.

In his impression, those skinny, timid, yellow-skinned monkeys with pig tails hanging behind their heads would only cowardly tolerate and would never resist at all.

"boom!"

The firearms from Night City are far more powerful than the old weapons of this era. The bullets can directly blow up the opponent's head at a very close distance.

As the gunshots rang out, the crowd was in an uproar. Everyone, including the four members of the Vanderlin Gang, could not believe that this lone outsider was so brave.

“Fuck…”

Before the man could finish his curse words, Jiang Bing, who was sitting at the bar, hit him on the head.

The four members of the Van der Linde gang were stunned by the shot.

This man was clearly standing in the blind spot behind Jiang Bing, but when he fired, he didn't even raise his face. It was completely a blind shot with no vision.

Several of them made a living by using guns (except Strauss who made a living by loan fraud), and they were all extremely confident in their shooting skills, but no one dared to say that they could do this.

"Did you guess it?" This thought flashed through the minds of several people.

With the death of the second person, the crowd in the hotel finally reacted, like a group of field mice encountering their natural enemies. They exploded and everyone rushed to the door and the room in panic.

"Bang bang."

While Jiang Bing picked up the wine glass, he raised his hand and accurately blew up the heads of the remaining two cowboys with his gun, without even turning his face.

This completely extinguished the hope in everyone's hearts.

Jiang Bing slammed the revolver, which was modified based on the previous one, on the counter and placed it in front of the four people.

"It's much quieter now."

But no one responded, as everyone's attention had long been drawn to the gun.

Although they call themselves chivalrous thieves, the three leaders of the Vanderlin Gang, which was defined as a gang by the US government, have basically spent half of their lives in the hail of bullets, and have relied on the weapons in their hands to survive countless times, so every one of them is a gun lover.

Because of love, they understand, and because of understanding, they will drool over this revolver with beautiful shape, fine workmanship and artistic sense.

Revolvers are the life of the Westerner.

Jiang Bing knocked on the table to call everyone's attention.

"Mr. Sabul, you're in big trouble now." Hodge McIntosh was a seasoned man, with a career of cheating, stealing, and robbing since childhood, which made his plan transition extremely smooth.

If "the hero saves the beauty" fails, "seeking repayment for a favor" is also a good choice.

"But if you're willing to trust me, I can try to explain it to Sheriff Grey for you."

Jiang Bing reached out and flicked away the unknown tissue that was flying on his clothes, and looked at the four people who were still sitting at the bar.

He looked down at the four people condescendingly, with amusement, "That's not necessary. After all, no matter how big the matter is, it's no bigger than you guys, don't you think, Dutch van der Linde?"