Reborn in 1878: America's Number One Bandit

Chapter 50 The Pay Train Was Robbed Again
Cover your mouth and nose with a towel!

Sullivan smashed the last shard of glass in the car window, trying to breathe in the air from the canyon, even if it was dusty.

But what poured in was even thicker black smoke.

It was a poisonous dragon formed from wet pine branches and wild mugwort soaked in kerosene that had been ignited.

It seeps into every nook and cranny, tearing at everyone's throat and lungs!

"Cough...cough cough cough!"

Heart-wrenching coughs echoed throughout the carriage.

The agents' eyes were bloodshot, tears and snot streamed uncontrollably down their faces, and everything in their field of vision turned into distorted and blurry patches of color.

"Captain, we can't see anything outside!"

A young detective randomly pulled the trigger out the window.

The roar of Winchester rifles reverberated painfully in the cramped carriage.

"Stop wasting bullets!"

Sullivan snatched the gun from him.

He had already realized that the Irish gang was right outside!

At this moment, they were like a pack of patient wolves, waiting for their prey to exhaust itself and crawl out of the den on its own.

With a cliff behind them and flames and thick smoke in front of them.

There is no way back, and no way out!
Despair began to spread wildly in everyone's hearts.

"I can't hold back anymore! I'm going to charge out and fight them!"

A burly man with a full beard could no longer bear the burning sensation in his lungs. He stood up like a madman and slammed the car door open with his shoulder.

He had just emerged from the smoke and hadn't even had a chance to breathe in the fresh air.

He was met with a whistling lead bullet, and a flower of blood exploded on the burly man's forehead!
He fell heavily to the ground and remained silent.

Beyond the smoke, Finnian coldly lowered the gun in his hand.

"Keep adding fuel!"

"Throw the wet stuff in too! I'm going to let these sons of bitches taste what it's like to be roasted!"

The suffocating feeling inside the carriage had reached its peak.

"Shields! Use the table!"

Sullivan roared, and the remaining agents worked together to remove a heavy oak tabletop, which they used to force open a passage.

"Charge! Charge out!"

They pushed the wooden planks over their heads and rushed out of the smoke.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Intensive gunfire rang out again.

The two agents at the front were shot in the legs and fell to the ground screaming.

Before they could even get up, the next volley of bullets found their heads with pinpoint accuracy.

"Pfft!"

Blood plasma mixed with brain matter splattered on the scalding sand!

The wind is getting stronger.

The thick smoke was no longer seeping in through the gaps, but billowing in!

Some of the agents fainted due to lack of oxygen, while others clutched their throats tightly as they lay dying.

Half an hour felt like an eternity.

Finnian only raised his hand when no more coughing or struggling could be heard in the carriage.

"Extinguishing."

The gang members immediately sprang into action, covering the fire with sand they had prepared beforehand.

Soon, the choking smoke gradually dissipated, revealing the devastated state of Rattlesnake Canyon.

Finnian covered his mouth and nose with a soaking wet towel and walked toward the dark carriage.

Inside and outside the train carriage, corpses lay scattered about.

"Check to see if there are any survivors."

The bandits filed in, kicking aside the corpses and examining each person lying on the ground.

"Boss, this one's still breathing!"

"There's some here too!"

Finally, the results of the inventory count came out.

Of the sixty-man wolverine task force, twenty-eight were either choked to death or shot dead on the spot.

The remaining thirty-two people all fell into a deep coma due to inhaling excessive amounts of smoke.

This also includes Sullivan.

"Tie them all up!"

Finnian ordered, "Tie their hands and feet tighter!" Meanwhile, the heavily reinforced safe in the carriage was finally violently broken open after being repeatedly pried open with several crowbars and a sledgehammer.

"Eighty thousand! Boss, a full eighty thousand silver dollars!"

Finnian grinned: "Take them all! Hand them over to the BOSS!"

……

Marlene Farm.

Lawson stood looking at the miniature sand table in front of him.

The red wooden blocks representing the "Wolverine" task force have been removed.

Tonight's battle plan has come to a perfect end.

Now that the money is in hand, the system upgrade can be put on the agenda.

Once you reach level 9, the number of assassins that can be refreshed daily will increase dramatically to 76.

At that time, he will be able to do even more.

Just as Lawson was about to give the order for the San Francisco assassins to take the money to purchase mercury, he suddenly received a message from one of the assassins.

He slapped his forehead suddenly: "How could I have forgotten this!"

California! Wasn't California in 1878 the world's largest mercury production center?
The New Almadon mercury mine, located near San Jose, is one of the largest mercury mines in North America and one of the most important in the world!

In this era, California produced enough mercury not only to meet the gold rush needs of the American West, but also exported large quantities to all parts of the world.

San Jose is less than 50 miles from San Francisco.

too close!
This is like a pillow delivered just when you're sleepy!
Mercury is not cheap.

One cubic meter of mercury weighs 13.6 tons and, at market prices, would cost at least over 50,000 US dollars.

Now, this money can be saved.

Lawson's principle has always been clear: if you can steal something, never buy it!
He's desperately short of money!

The daily expenses of the suicide squad, the funds for building an intelligence network in various towns, the cost of purchasing firearms and ammunition, the initial investment in the newly acquired land, and the investment in the nationwide deployment...

They are all money-devouring behemoths.

He makes money quickly, but he also spends it quickly.

Save if you can.

"Immediately arrange for personnel to proceed to San Jose."

"Do everything you can to infiltrate the new Almadin mercury mine and find out the location of the warehouse and the strength of the guards."

"If you can borrow, then borrow; if you can't borrow, then rob!"

After dealing with the upgrade materials, Lawson turned his attention back to the sand table.

The four gangs struck in succession, severely damaging Pinkerton and humiliating the Southern Pacific Railroad Company.

They had a great time, but these two giants will not let it go.

We still need to strike first!

“Pinkton…”

Lawson looked beyond the sand table to the distant east.

Their headquarters are in Chicago.

The assassins sent there should be arriving soon.

Successfully refreshing the first coordinate point there is equivalent to establishing a base where troops can be airdropped at any time.

Pinkerton has operations throughout the United States, with branches in major cities.

Lawson's plan was to plant a stake in each of these branch locations.

Either do nothing, or once you start, you have to bring Pinkerton down!

This old, ruthless machine should prepare to give way to the king of the new era.

As for the Southern Pacific Railway Company, this piece of meat was too big to swallow whole.

Cripple him outright would not be in his best interest.

It needs to be savored slowly, piece by piece, until it is completely devoured!
At that moment, a new intelligence report came from the consciousness network.

The assassins responsible for keeping an eye on the state militia have confirmed the exact location of the 500-man battalion led by Buck.

They are crossing the Sonoma Valley and, at their pace, should reach Marin County as early as tomorrow afternoon.

Lawson's eyes narrowed slightly.

"We can't let them get away with it so easily."

Lawson muttered to himself, "I need to find some fun for them, to get them fired up before they even arrive."

What would this enraged militia battalion do if they arrived in Marin County but couldn't find any trace of the Irish bandits?
Whom will they vent their anger on?
Are they Irish immigrants?
But Lawson felt that the fire wasn't burning bright enough.

He needs to add some more firewood.

With Aaron Cross added, that should be enough heads on the governor's special envoy's head.

(End of this chapter)