Reborn in 1878: America's Number One Bandit

Chapter 33 Black and White is the Way

Baihu Security Company.

The address is in a second-floor office south of Market Street in San Francisco.

A sign with gold lettering has been hung up.

Registering this company cost Lawson less than fifty dollars, including rent.

In this era of rampant growth, starting a company is ridiculously easy.

No registered capital is required, and not even a fixed office space is needed.

There are absolutely no requirements regarding qualifications or anything like that.

All you need to do is go to City Hall, fill out a form, and pay an $18 processing fee.

Congratulations, you are now the owner of a legitimate company.

In 1878, the concept of a "security company" was not yet popular in America.

The wealthy are more accustomed to referring to their private armed forces as "detective agencies," much like the famous Pinkerton.

Using the name "security company" was a bit ahead of its time for Lawson.

His purpose in registering this company was quite simple.

To gain more influence and seize more benefits in this land, one cannot simply rely on the dark side.

Their influence has diversified and expanded.

Having influence in both the legitimate and criminal worlds is the key to success.

The four ruthless Irish gangs under his command were his whips.

They are responsible for intimidation, vandalism, looting, and spreading fear.

This newly established "White Tiger Security Company" was the carrot he extended, responsible for driving out the gang and providing protection.

This is an incredibly simple yet effective business model.

As long as you purchase Baihu Security's services.

Congratulations!

Your farm, your mine, and your caravan will enjoy the highest level of security.

No gang will bother you.

But if you refuse to buy...

Then just wait for the wolves or hyenas to come to your door and have a proper "communication".

In California today, White Tiger Security has an abundance of potential clients.

Farmers, mine owners, and logging owners from remote areas.

From large car dealerships, banks, docks, and even the Southern Pacific Railway in towns...

They are all lucrative potential customers.

Compared to robbery and extortion of compensation, security companies are a sustainable and profitable cash cow.

It's even simpler than raising pigs.

If handled properly, Lawson could even have him work for "White Tiger Security" to take on commissions from the federal government.

Just like Pinkerton is now, it will become an "officially recognized" armed force.

One of Lawson's ultimate goals was to gradually take away all of Pinkerton's business.

Then, completely eliminate it and replace it.

He held a spiked club in one hand and offered an olive branch in the other.

In an old Eastern saying, this is called "nurturing an enemy to enhance one's own prestige."

According to the latest intelligence.

Three days later, the second pay train, personally escorted by sixty elite Pinkerton operatives, will officially enter Northern California.

"Sixty elite soldiers, who claimed they would wipe out all the California gangs..."

Lawson sat on his porch, wiping the Winchester rifle in his hand, a cold smile curving his lips: "What a coincidence, that's what I was thinking too."

If you come here, you have to leave something behind.

There are still three days left, more than enough time.

He planned to deal with the trouble in Strawberry Town first.

Two days later, at dusk.

Strawberry Town has been transformed into a heavily guarded armed fortress. Sheriff Thompson, still pressured by those old fogies in the council, brought all his men with him.

He also borrowed all the sheriffs and police officers from several surrounding towns.

A joint force of more than seventy police officers hastily assembled has been deployed to the town.

Meanwhile, more than twenty police officers from neighboring Sonoma County had already laid an ambush in the woods outside the town.

Prepare for a coordinated attack from within and without, together with the main force in the town, to encircle and annihilate them.

Night fell.

Sheriff Thompson was setting up defenses in the town council building, which was riddled with holes.

"Everyone listen up! Load up your ammunition!"

"Block all the windows on the first floor with sandbags and tables! Assign a firing point to every window on the second floor!"

That Gatling gun was set up in the room directly facing the square!
"Once those bastards show up, shoot them to shreds!"

The police officers who were temporarily conscripted all had sweaty palms.

They gripped their shotguns and rifles tightly, their Adam's apples bobbing uncontrollably.

Fear, like an invisible fog, permeates the air.

After all, they had heard that the Wolf Pack gang was a group of ruthless bandits who dared to kill and hang even Pinkerton detectives.

They were just a group of rural police officers who usually caught thieves and drunkards.

"Hey Jimmy, look at you, you're practically peeing your pants, aren't you?"

To ease the tension, a young police officer with freckles nudged his colleague, trying to crack a joke.

"Fuck you, Miller!"

Jimmy retorted, "I've killed more Indians than you've seen women! Do you think I'm afraid of a few Irish potatoes?"

"well said!"

Another officer joined in, spitting on the ground: "Those bastards were just lucky to catch the town's trash off guard!"
With so many guns guarding this place today, if they dare come, I'll let them taste what a fucking lead bullet buffet is like!

"That's right! Kill those Irish sons of bitches!"

Suddenly, the room was filled with various boasting and cursing sounds, and the atmosphere seemed to become lively.

at this time……

A police officer responsible for keeping watch at the lookout post suddenly ran down and shouted.
"They're here! The wolf pack is here!"

"Shh!"

The room, which had been noisy just a moment ago, fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone froze in place.

The air seemed to freeze, and the only sound was the clattering of teeth.

The officer who rushed down saw the terrified looks on everyone's faces and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Hahaha! Look at you bunch of cowards!"

He pointed at the crowd, laughing so hard he almost fell over: "I was just kidding! There's not a soul in sight outside! Hahahaha!"

The silence lasted for two seconds.

Then came a volcanic eruption.

"MILLER, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!"

"Fuck you, Miller! I almost peed my pants!"

"I swear, once this is over, I'm going to shove your balls into your mouth!"

"FUCK! Who the hell gave you permission to make that kind of joke? I almost shot!"

Enraged, the crowd unleashed a torrent of vicious curses at the still-laughing prankster.

Amidst this chaotic cacophony of curses...

"Everybody!"

Sheriff Thompson's roar rang out

"Shut the fuck up!"

"Ready to fight!"

"The bandits are here!"

(End of this chapter)