The Creators: From Night City

Chapter 256: Western Idea King

Arthur

Finally, Dutch spoke up and called on Arthur to take action.

The leather suitcase was simply fastened with two buckles. Arthur used his thumb to gently unlock the buckles and easily opened the suitcase.

Then there was a long gasp.

Especially Javier and Bill, who had been captured earlier and had been standing behind the three men, saw it most clearly because of the angle.

Likewise, they have made the greatest contribution to this global warming effort.

"A lot of money!"

Javier's exclamation made all the other people in the camp, who were already distracted, gather together.

Everyone stared intently at the box full of neatly arranged green US dollars, their faces flushed and their breathing heavy.

The magic of money is clearly revealed at this moment.

Karen Jones, who had the biggest breasts and was wearing the most revealing clothes, almost had her buttons popped off due to her rapid breathing.

"What does this mean, Mr. Sable?"

Dachi was the least affected by the money and quickly turned his attention back to Jiang Bing.

"Here are 15 US dollars." Jiang Bing stood up.

He leaned on a cane, his eyes lingering on the faces of many Western lunatics.

The greed, the uncontrollable excitement, Dutch's seriousness, Hosea's worry, Arthur's quick recovery of composure, and all kinds of human conditions are all in sight.

Surrounded by the gazes of Dachi and others, Jiang Bing spoke with a smile, like a devil luring people to fall.

"I have a plan, a big plan!"

These familiar words coming out of Jiang Bing's mouth made everyone in the camp look a little weird.

Especially Dutch, he almost twisted himself into a ball.

"This plan is about Saint Denis."

Looking at the crowd that gathered around him, Jiang Bing calmly closed the box to stop everyone from having any arousal behavior.

"You want to rob the bank in St. Denis?" Hosea thought of a possibility.

"Of course not." Jiang Bing directly suppressed this possibility.

"I need you." Jiang Bing pointed at Hosea, Dutch, and Arthur. "I need you to integrate into Saint Denis and use your 'talents' to help me figure out who has the final say in this city, and who has the final say in secret."

"Mr. Sabul wants us to be spies?" Dutch said.

“Not entirely.”

Jiang Bing tapped the table with his cane. "Find out where they live, their security, their business, their connections, their past deeds, and even their temperament."

Arthur sensed something and spoke confidently, "Mr. Sabul, are you planning to kidnap them and demand a ransom?"

Jiang Bing glanced at the three giants of the Van terlinde Gang who kept talking about burning, killing and looting, and chose to give up explaining.

"Don't worry about what I want to do, just get this information."

"Why are they looking for us?" Hosea was the most sober. "They're looking for a gang of criminals wanted by civilized society."

"You are the most capable," Jiang Bing said bluntly, "and you have the same skin color as those council members."

"He is ruthless, capable, morally flexible, and thick-skinned." Jiang Bing pointed his finger at Arthur, "He has military strength," followed by Hosea, "He has wisdom," and finally stopped in front of Dutch, "He also has a smooth and glib tongue, can deceive people, and is good at socializing."

"Add them." Jiang Bing looked at the Van terlinde gang members behind him, "You are undoubtedly the most suitable candidates."

"You have a good vision. The people in the Van terlinde Gang are all outstanding talents who have been tempered by hardships." Dutch grinned and boasted to himself.

"I think you have misunderstood something." Jiang Bing glanced at the Western Idea King.

"With these old, young, sick and disabled people as hostages, your loyalty can be guaranteed."

Jiang Bing's words chilled the originally cheerful atmosphere.

"What does Mr. Sabul mean?" Dutch's face had turned cold.

"$15 as a deposit, and another $30 after the deal is done."

"The Vanderlin Gang will never abandon anyone, nor will they accept any threats." Dutch narrowed his eyes and his attitude was very tough.

"Flying Eagle, show them what you have."

Without saying a word, Feiying picked up the copperhead snake and pulled the trigger at a piece of dead wood that fell by the water not far from the camp.

A line of gunfire rang out in the camp.

30 bullets were fired in two seconds, and the violent firepower smashed the dead wood into flying chips and riddled with holes.

Feiying skillfully removed the old magazine and inserted the new one. It took him less than two seconds to complete the reload and he continued shooting until the dead wood was smashed into sawdust all over the ground.

Looking at the long thing in Feiying's hand, everyone almost held their breath and couldn't breathe.

The numerous soldiers who formed a semicircle formation and surrounded everyone let everyone in the Van terlinde Gang know that with just a nod from Jiang Bing, within a few seconds, they and all the buildings in the camp would become like that dead tree.

He who knows the times is a hero, and Dutch is undoubtedly a man who can bend and stretch himself.

He looked extremely ugly, but he still gritted his teeth and agreed.

"Where will they be held captive?"

"It's a temporary stay," Jiang Bing corrected the other party's inappropriate wording.

"They'll live well in Pipe Valley, north of the Wapiti Indian Reservation, north of Bacchus Workshop. At least their living standards will be a little better than here."

Arthur, who spent all day wandering around the West and was considered the biggest scoundrel in the West, had once seen the remains of Fort Wallace from afar. Jiang Bing's words made him frown.

"It's not safe there. The nearby Fort Wallace was reportedly destroyed by an unknown explosion. There's a high possibility of a similar explosion happening nearby."

"Safety" Jiang Bing emphasized.

"What happened at Fort Wallace was not an unexplained explosion," Jiang Bing emphasized again.

Stroking the unusual revolver in his hand, Arthur suddenly had a shocking thought in his mind, "Mr. Sable, the explosion in Wallaceburg was caused by you~"

"I did it." Jiang Bing admitted bluntly.

"Trains, calling themselves civilization, have already crossed the wilderness of the West and are gradually occupying all space as the railways expand."

Jiang Bing looked at Daqi, who was in shock, and said seriously, "Soon, there will be no more of you here, no more so-called gangs, and no place for uncontrolled free people to live."

"Whether it's the Van der Linde Gang, the O'Driscoll Gang, the Lemoyne Raiders, or the Howling Wolves of New Austin, there are no seats for you, the old forces, on the train of the new era, and you can't buy a ticket to board. But I can give you an opportunity, Dutch van der Linde, an opportunity you have never thought of, nor known. Come to Pipe Heights, take a look, think about it, and then make a decision."

Chapter 257 Farming and Digging

"But for now, let's get this deal done."

"Ladies, gentlemen, and children, please obey the soldiers' instructions and proceed to your next temporary accommodation."

Under the threat of the black gun and with Hosea's persuasion, Dutch gloomily signaled all the non-combatant women and the elderly to cooperate with the other side's actions to avoid causing any conflict and losing their lives in vain.

"After completing the tasks you assigned me, how should I contact you?"

Jiang Bing threw a palm-sized iron box over.

"Press the button above and someone will contact you. Also, you're welcome to visit Pipe Valley in the northern part of the Wapiti Indian Reservation anytime to see how they're doing. Don't mistake me for some heinous kidnapper."

A group of people retreated like a tide, sweeping away all the women, children, the elderly and the young in the camp. Javier, holding a gun, stood at the edge of the camp and watched from afar as a group of people got on several strange-looking metal carriages and disappeared from sight, and then came back to report.

"They're gone."

"Hosea, do you think there's some truth in what Mr. Sable said?"

"Hosea?"

Van der Linde's think tank was patting the box full of US dollars with his hand, and was in a daze.

Awakened by Dutch's shouting, he gave a helpless smile, "What difference does it make whether you believe it or not? Anyway, our strength is no match for him."

"You believe he was responsible for the Wallaceburg explosion?"

'Snapped'

Arthur placed a superbly crafted revolver in front of the two of them. From the time he obtained it until now, it had accompanied Arthur through life and death many times. Because of this, Arthur could more deeply understand what it represented.

"I think Sabul is telling the truth."

Arthur pursed his lips and told everyone the story of Jiang Bingyue chasing the train.

After listening to the myth that seemed to be made up by Arthur, the two of them couldn't help but look at the revolver, whose exquisite appearance alone showed its extraordinary factors. Their expressions were very solemn.

"And the light machine guns he has under his command have a firing rate that's no less than the Maxim."

"It seems he has quite a few secrets, what do you think, Hosea?"

Hosea, however, didn't care much about this. His eyes were vague, and it took him a long time to respond to Dutch with a serious expression.

"He's right, there's no room for us on the new era train, Dutch."

"Compared to our previous eight years of exile in the West, you should have noticed the recent survival situation of the gang. The railroad connected the previously uninhabited wasteland, bringing not only travelers, but also a large number of bounty hunters and those Pinkerton detectives."

"From Blackwater Town in New Orten to Valentine in New Hanover, we should admit that this wild land has gradually been domesticated by civilization, and we are gradually losing our living space."

"Wow." Dutch's face became even uglier.

"That's not your style, old man. What you're worried about won't happen. We'll get to safety before this damn 'civilization' catches up to us."

"A safe place. Do you mean go east? Is that the plan?"

Dutch held his forehead helplessly, turned around and waved, "That's it for now."

"So when do we stop? When we get to Paris?"

"Oh, that's not bad either. Maybe we can even join the Paris Commune?" Dutch joked in a relaxed manner.

"Or we can find a suitable place, shake off those guys chasing us, and keep a low profile from then on."

"Think about what we've done lately, Dutch, robbing Leviticus Cornwall's train and exchanging fire with Pinkerton detectives in Valentine. Is that keeping a low profile? We've become a bunch of murderers! Seriously, what are we now except murderers?" Hosea denounced fiercely.

"Hosea, we are just trying to find a way to survive. We have no other choice. This will be over soon." Dutch put his hands on his hips, looking equally annoyed, but still forced himself to calm down.

"As long as we complete the damn task assigned by this damn Mr. Sabul, we can get a lot of money. With this money, we can charter a ship and take everyone out to sea. Go to Tahiti outside the United States, buy a piece of land, farm, make wine, plant a large area of ​​mangoes, and then build houses for everyone, so that we can all live carefree there."

Hosea didn't answer, but sneered twice in response.

"Do you really believe what he said?" Hosea pointed to the place where Jiang Bing had sat, the meaning was self-evident.

"Anyway, we already have $15, Hosea. Now we should find a way to complete this mission, or rescue the people from that mysterious Oriental man."

"It's the only way." Hosea looked grim, but he could only rack his brains to think of a solution to the current situation.

"Arthur, you and Javier go and call everyone back first. Hosea and I will discuss our next plan first. After all, neither Saint Denis nor that Pipe Hollow sounds like a simple place."

Arthur agreed with a heavy heart, and rode on horseback with Javier to go out and look for other gang members.

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Energy, the mother of industry.

Energy is also a symbol of wealth. In a sense, it is more valuable than the US dollar and has more general equivalent properties than any other money.

Coal, oil, natural gas, wind, rivers, ocean currents, tides, plant fuels and solar radiation, etc. The development of human civilization is inseparable from energy, and the development of science and technology is more like an exploratory journey of energy exploration and application.

The omnipotent 'Black King' who controls everything in the hearts of the Sioux people is now worried about energy issues.

Considering the existing conditions, he now has two options.

The first is to plant it directly from the ground. The main raw material of CHOOH2 alcohol, which was invented by biotechnology, is a high-sugar wheat edited by bioengineering. It is very simple to plant after genetic programming, and the catalytic technology has no technological content. This thing is like oil refining technology, which is common knowledge.

However, this industry requires a huge area of ​​farmland and a large amount of manpower and material resources for fermentation, production, and transportation, which makes it impossible for small companies to get involved in this industry with huge profits comparable to printing money.

In fact, growing ethanol wheat is equivalent to growing money.

However, no matter how non-picky these genetically modified wheats are about soil, disease, and the natural environment, it still takes time for them to grow, not to mention that a large number of giant reactors are needed to ferment them for a certain period of time before the wheat can be converted into fuel alcohol II.

Good water cannot solve the urgent problem.

So Boss Jiang turned his attention to oil.

Chapter 258 RPG!