America 1881: Legend of the West.

Chapter 524: Driving the tiger away from the mountain
Wells Fargo's location is at the end of Wall Street.

This place itself is located in Xiacheng District, not far from the territory of the Five Points Gang.

However, the two sides are usually very clear-cut, and there is rarely any excessive intersection.

Today's Wells Fargo looks much the same from the outside.

Except that the door was exceptionally quiet.

The new Sheriff Bullock took almost all the police officers of the New York Police Department with him and set up an ambush here.

Not only inside Wells Fargo, but also on the surrounding streets and even on the roofs of surrounding houses, there were Bullock's people.

However, as usual, this news has already been leaked to the members of the Five Points Gang by people in the police force.

After all, money doesn’t come for free.

Although these paid police officers could not figure out why Torrio would choose to brazenly rob Wells Fargo Bank.

But they don't want their financial resources to be cut off.

But Bullock didn't know that.

As a "baby" of the New York police force, he had no idea about the closed-door holiday.

At this time, he was standing on the roof of a nearby building with a gun, staring attentively in the direction of the five o'clock area.

"Director, all the irrelevant personnel have been dismissed." A subordinate police officer reported to Bullock. "There are people watching the front and rear doors and windows."

He glanced at the empty street below and asked his immediate superior hesitantly: "But Director, are you sure they will come in this way?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Just let me watch you. Why do you care so much?" Bullock was a little angry.

In the army, the commander's orders are not allowed to be questioned. Why is there so much nonsense when it comes to the police?

What's more, there are three fires when a new official takes office. This first fire must be burning brightly.

He was a little impatient.

The Five Points Gang didn't keep him waiting for long.

A group of men with guns and ragged clothes appeared in Bullock's field of vision.

"Where's the Torrio? Why didn't he come?" Behind the team, Eastman looked at the gopher with side eyes.

He had just brought together the Renhe Five Points Gang and the civilians who came with guns.

Torrio did not appear in the Five Points Gang's team, but Gopher and a group of Five Points Gang members were carrying a lot of explosives.

At the same time, just as he expected, only some of the people who received the guns in the morning came.

After all, impulse is temporary, and only a few people are really willing to rob a bank.

Most of them are too poor to survive.

"Are you saying that I'm not qualified to lead the team?" Gopher glanced at him with a look of disdain, "If you're afraid of death, just stay back, but don't forget that I reminded you, if you don't contribute, I'll wait later It’s not your share of the money.”

After saying that, he rushed to the front of the team with his gun in hand.

Pedestrians on the road had already stayed away, and some who didn't know the truth were standing on the roadside in a daze.

But when they saw the guns in these people's hands, they all left voluntarily.

The group quickly rushed to the door of Wells Fargo.

Eastman looked more and more wrong.

According to his experience, it was impossible for this street to be so quiet, let alone not even a single person.

"As soon as the gun fires, we will retreat, do you understand?" He asked the people around him.

"Chief, do you want to shoot now?" The not-so-smart police officer next to Bullock spoke again.

"If you keep talking nonsense, believe it or not, I will shoot you right now?" Bullock said extremely impatiently, "I am going to catch them all. When the gun is fired, won't all these bastards escape?"

The police officer did not dare to say anything and stood silently beside him.

"Come in," shouted the Gopher.

A crowd rushed into Wells Fargo.

There was also no one inside.

The bank that received the news had already evacuated its personnel.

Since the time was relatively short, they took away as much cash as they could, but there was no way to transfer the gold in the underground vault.

So the bank supervisor locked the vault door and ran away.

Anyway, Sheriff Bullock assured him that not a single gold bar would be lost, and those criminals would be brought to justice.

But those civilians don't know this.

They began to rummage through boxes and cabinets, searching everywhere, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

The gopher took the Five Points Gang and ran towards the back of the house.

But to everyone's surprise, including the other gang members, Gopher led them directly into an extremely remote storage room on the side.

"Boss, why don't we go to the vault?" The men looked around at this room that didn't even have windows. "There seems to be some debris here, and there is nothing."

"Idiot, can the thick wall of the underground vault be blown open with just the explosives we have?" Gopher scolded, "Stop talking nonsense, blow up the wall quickly, and let's run away before those idiot policemen react." road!"

Run away? Then what are you doing here?

Although the men were confused, they still followed the order.

After a while, a loud "boom" was heard in the bank building.

The whole building seemed to be shaking.

The people who were still searching in the bank raised their heads, a little confused.

They are also looking for the source of the sound.

And Eastman, who was always ready to run away, reacted faster than these stupid young people.

"Damn, they really blew the vault open!"

After hesitating for ten seconds, he decided to rush in with his men.

Before hearing the explosion, he always felt that this matter was too unreliable.

But after the explosion, the scene of the vault opening emerged in his mind.

If the temptation is big enough, then some people will lose their minds and take risks, and their previous caution will be thrown out of the window.

Damn it, wealth can be found in danger. As for whether you can get out alive with the money, that is not something to consider now.

However, when everyone rushed to the basement, they found that the vault was intact.

Eastman sensed something was wrong.

He and his men began to search around the bank building, and finally found the big hole in the wall of the storage room.

"What happened! We were deceived!" Eastman came to his senses and climbed out of the hole without saying a word.

But almost at the same time he emerged from the hole.

Gunfire rang out.

Several bullets fired almost simultaneously hit the ground at his feet, scattering dust and debris.

"Fuck, there's an ambush outside! These guys sold us out!" Eastman quickly got back in.

It was true that there were police officers outside, but Eastman had really wronged the Five Points Gang.

Bullock didn't know why when he heard the explosion, but fortunately his men reacted quickly.

They realized there was a hole in their perimeter.

After discovering the hole in the side wall, they deployed additional troops at this point, trying to block these daring guys inside. "You are surrounded! Surrender, or wait to be shot!" Bullock shouted loudly to the people in the bank from the roof.

When some people heard this, they immediately became cowardly and prepared to walk out and surrender, but others did not.

A retired Union soldier came to the door.

He didn't find anything valuable in the bank and was furious.

The soldier saw the policemen who were across the street from him.

When I thought about how these people abused their power and oppressed the people on a daily basis, I became extremely angry.

A sense of resentment rose from my chest.

As a former soldier, he was not only not respected, but was bullied by these scoundrels.

Now that the gun is back in my hands, how can I let these bastards have it easy?

He raised his gun and aimed at one of them.

A gunshot rang out and a policeman was shot in the chest and fell to the ground.

"Someone in there killed a police officer!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of gunfire inside and outside Wells Fargo Bank, and both sides engaged in a fight.

At the same time, at the other end of the downtown area, at the door of a white building.

This is also a small "bank".

However, this bank is not open to the public, but serves the New York City government.

Taxes collected throughout New York City are generally transported to the vault here for storage, and then withdrawn from here as needed.

However, the security here is far inferior to that of Wells Fargo Bank.

the reason is simple.

This place is right next to the New York City Police Department. If something really happens, the police will arrive within seconds and will deal with both the person and the weapon.

It was a sleepy afternoon.

The guard at the gate was drowsy.

A carriage lurched into the yard.

"Hey! Stop! Who is it?" The guard raised his head and shouted at the carriage.

The driver looked Italian.

"I'm here to deliver something." The man said to the guard in broken English.

"Delivery?" The guard walked to the back of the carriage with a suspicious look on his face, wanting to see what the delivery was.

Then, he had a gun barrel pressed against his head.

There was a "bang" gunshot.

The guard had a bloody hole on his head and fell forward.

"I'm sorry you saw our faces." The driver jumped down from the carriage.

This person is Torrio.

He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and covered his mouth and nose.

"Hurry up, guys, hurry up, we have to work!" the Italian said cheerfully, "Don't be shy like a woman."

Seven or eight men with guns came out from behind the carriage.

Their faces were also covered with cloth.

"Boss, are we just going in like this?" The Five O'Clock gang member who had just fired the shot took one look at the police station which was almost only separated by a wall, and still felt a little scared.

"Oh, you reminded me, we have to prepare the pockets for money." Torrio pointed to the carriage to the other one.

The latter took out a few sacks from the car, rolled them up roughly with his hands, and tucked them under his arms.

A group of people walked towards the white building aggressively.

The bank manager heard the gunshots.

He saw the vicious gunmen and the defeated guards from the window.

The manager's first reaction was to pick up the phone and call the police.

However, no matter how hard he called, no one answered the call.

In order to ensure the success of his first mission as chief, Brock took away all the police officers in the police station, not even those on duty.

"Are you looking for the police chief?"

The door was kicked open with a bang.

Torrio came in.

"Don't move, squat down with your heads covered!" The gang members behind him followed in and took control of the situation.

The Italian walked up to the manager, holding the gun in one hand and digging his ear with his little finger in the other, looking at the manager.

"He won't come to rescue you. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be fighting wits and courage with the civilians in the downtown area at Wells Fargo Bank."

The manager hung up the phone.

"you."

Before he could finish his words, he was pointed a gun at the head, just like the security guard at the door.

The manager was very scared.

New York is not like the West. No one would rob a bank as a daily leisure activity.

This manager hadn’t experienced that.

So, he doesn't know what to do now.

"Well, Mr. Manager, can you tell me where the safe is?" Torrio moved the muzzle of his gun over the manager's forehead. "Or, can you open it for me?"

The manager stammered for a long time, his voice so soft that it seemed as if his vocal cords had fallen at home.

"Mr. Manager, please speak louder. I can't hear you." Torrio turned his ear.

But the manager's voice was still very low and no one knew what he was saying.

Torrio had a strange look on his face.

He suddenly pulled out his gun and shot the unfortunate guy who was squatting next to him.

The unfortunate man in his forties fell in a pool of blood after being shot, and his life or death was unknown.

The people present were terrified again.

"So, have you changed your mind now?"

Torrio changed the subject: "But, Mr. Manager, from now on, every minute, as long as you haven't made a decision, I will kill someone present!"

When the employees who were squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands heard this, it seemed as if they had been sentenced to death and executed immediately.

Of course, some people tried to rush to the door when Torio was not paying attention.

The ending is naturally a failure.

Torrio shot those "defectors" in the back.

"I'll go. Is it not okay for me to go?" The manager finally agreed.

He led Torrio and other masked gang members to the vault in the basement.

(End of this chapter)