Reborn in 1878: America's Number One Bandit

I've leveled up to level 7 in Chapter 15.
the following few days.

Jack led her through valleys, across streams, and camped under the stars.

They shared a piece of dry, tough venison and a jug of cheap whiskey.

Isabel had never experienced such a free and wild life.

Jack taught her how to use a revolver.

The roar of the bullet leaving the barrel sent shivers down her spine.

An unprecedented thrill.

On a moonlit night, the campfire crackled and popped.

Jack recounted his thrilling adventures in chasing fugitives, and Isabel listened with rapt attention.

When he stopped and gazed at her with those deep blue eyes, she knew she had fallen for him.

“Your husband doesn’t deserve you at all.” Jack gently stroked Isabel’s cheek.

“He only loves his land and his money.” Tears welled up in Isabel’s eyes.

"Then forget about him."

The howls of coyotes rose and fell.

At Marlene O'Dell's farm.

Lawson regained consciousness.

The development of Jack and Isabel's relationship was as expected.

But now he's thinking about another, more practical problem: money.

Maintain an ever-growing group of assassins, purchase weapons, and infiltrate various towns.

All of this requires a massive amount of funding.

A more efficient cash flow is the top priority.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Lawson's lips.

He thought of the Irishmen Johnny had killed at the construction site.

And the compensation of up to $300 per person.

This is practically a gold mine waiting to be tapped.

In 1878 America, prejudice against the Irish, who were also from the lower classes of immigrants, was pervasive.

They were alcoholics, belligerent, and ganged up; in the eyes of the construction site managers, they were just a bunch of troublesome animals.

If a few people die, as long as enough money is paid, no one will really investigate.

Especially those new immigrants who had just disembarked from the ship, who had no relatives or friends in America and were isolated from information, were the perfect raw materials.

“A pig… no, an Irishman, three hundred dollars.”

Lawson pondered to himself, "There are ships docking at several piers on the north shore of the Kinmen Strait every day."

Every day, there are always dozens of Irish fools who can't find a way to make a living.

Ten would be three thousand dollars, one hundred would be thirty thousand…

This is much more profitable than raising pigs.

Previous actions have shown that relying on Johnny's five men alone is too inefficient.

They can only process a dozen or so at a time, like trying to catch fish in a school with a small net; a large number of "fish" slip through their fingers.

Those that were missed were not ordinary fish; they were Morgan Eagle dollars gleaming with silver light.

Lawson felt heartbroken just thinking about it.

Send more staff and expand the scale!
He issued new orders to the assassins who were lurking in various places.

He selected some Irish assassins and formed four new squads.

They circled around the docks like vultures, immediately surrounding any new Irish immigrants disembarking.

“Use your fellow countrymen status, free food, and false promises to lure them away.”

"Treat them well with good food and drink, find the target construction site, take them there, and then get rid of them."

A bloody, efficient, and specialized assembly line targeting Irish immigrants is about to go into full operation.

Just as Lawson was planning this pig farming industry chain, a stream of information flooded into his mind.

The message came from the assassins in San Francisco.

They have already reconciled with the money that was sent.

They had already placed their order.

Once the money is in hand, the transaction is completed immediately.

【Ding! 】

[Absorption of one cubic meter of brass complete; upgrade requirements met.]

[Upgrade in progress...]

The green fragment in Lawson's brain jolted violently. [Upgrade complete!]

[Level: Level 7]

[Daily refresh of assassin numbers: 29] (Stamina is 1.1-1.7 times that of a normal adult male, random)

[Upgrade requirement: Absorb 1 cubic meter of nickel]

[Body Condition: 10-17] (The standard for a normal adult male is 10)

[Earthwork Reserves: 489] (1 earthwork can generate 1 assassin)
Current number of assassins: 119

Lawson slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

29 assassins every day!
what does this mean?
This means that he only needs three days to build a team of nearly a hundred people out of thin air.

Once equipped with weapons, this is a reinforced combat company!
At this moment, Lawson truly felt that he had the confidence to stand firm on California soil.

All that came before was just minor trouble.

Now, he finally has the ability to compete with others.

His henchmen, like dandelion seeds, were silently scattered by the wind to every corner of California.

They were dockworkers, railroad workers, bartenders, farm laborers, and newspaper typesetters...

Like mercury spilling onto the ground, it seeped into the capillaries of California.

It is worth mentioning that.

Ever since his Irish gang of robbers massacred the security forces of Wildfire.

A power vacuum has emerged in that small town.

During the subsequent recruitment of police officers.

The five British assassins he planted successfully became police officers.

I haven't been able to get the position of sheriff yet.

That requires an appointment from the town council.

But Lawson wasn't in a hurry.

Once he had firmly grasped control of these small towns in California.

He has enough votes and local influence.

He wants to use these small towns as a base to leverage the entire map of California.

Lawson glanced at the requirements for upgrading to level 8: one cubic meter of nickel.

The San Francisco assassins found out the price.

Nickel is a much rarer metal than brass and zinc.

The price is also much higher.

One cubic meter of nickel costs approximately 18,000 US dollars!

Lawson clicked his tongue; the joy he had just experienced from the upgrade was quickly overshadowed by the pressure of reality.

take it easy.

A message reached Lawson.

It's a bounty poster.

The tragedy in Wildfire Town eventually caught the attention of the Marin County authorities.

A wanted poster was plastered all the nearby towns, offering a reward for the capture of the Irish bandits.

The highest bounty belongs to the bandit leader.

A fierce man with red hair and a scar on his face.

Reward: Two hundred US dollars.

Lawson picked up the paper with his assassin's image printed on it, curled his lip, and revealed a hint of disdain.

Two hundred US dollars?

He remembered that in the game "Red Dead Redemption," outlaws of Arthur Morgan's caliber had heads worth five thousand dollars.

"It seems we haven't killed enough people, and our reputation isn't widespread enough."

He crumpled the bounty poster into a ball and tossed it into the fire.

The paper ball quickly curled up, turned black, and turned to ash in the flames.

He might be interested in cutting off Scarface's head and delivering it to the sheriff's office to claim the reward when the bounty on Scarface reaches five thousand dollars.

They're just suicide soldiers; once they die, they can be killed again.

As for now, let's just forget about it.

It's not worth it for two hundred yuan.

(End of this chapter)