Reborn in 1878: America's Number One Bandit

Chapter 6 Night Raid and Irish Robbers
Coleman Parker's obese body stiffened abruptly, and beads of cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

He struggled to lift his head and looked up along the cold gun barrel pressed against his forehead.

A tall, muscular, red-haired man casually twirled his pistol.

By the faint moonlight filtering in through the window, Parker was horrified to discover that his bedroom was now crammed with seven or eight burly men like these.

"Who are you?"

Parker roared as usual, "Do you know who I am? Breaking into my manor, you're asking for death! At daybreak, the town sheriff will arrest you all and hang you! I swear!"

"boom!"

His response was a violent impact.

Warm blood flowed down his temple.

A dizzying sensation followed, and his bulky body went limp.

It's quiet now.

Parker's plump young wife was huddled in the corner, wearing a lace nightgown, her head covered by a blanket, her body trembling violently.

The red-haired man's body had been taken over by Lawson's consciousness.

Lawson glanced coldly at the woman, then gave a simple hand gesture to the assassins behind him.

action.

Several assassins immediately searched the manor.

Soon, the spoils were gathered one by one.

Three well-maintained Winchester M1873 lever-action rifles and four revolvers of different calibers.

Sixteen well-fed Quarter Horses were also found in the stable.

In terms of cash, the assassins found 350 silver dollars in Parker's study safe.

These are not the Mexican Eagle dollars commonly found on the market, but Morgan Eagle dollars minted by the United States Mint, each one shimmering with a captivating silver sheen.

Lawson didn't believe that a large rancher would only have this much cash at home.

He gently patted the hunting knife against Parker's greasy cheek, the cold blade making him shudder uncontrollably.

"Where's the money, Mr. Parker?"

"Don't tell me that the owner of such a large manor only has these three hundred silver coins as his entire fortune."

"It's gone! It's really gone!"

Parker mumbled, "All my cash is here! I swear to God!"

“Is that so?” Lawson chuckled.

The two assassins understood each other perfectly and turned to leave.

Moments later, the three severed heads rolled to the ground at Pike's feet.

Those were his hired guards, the three cowboys who accompanied him during the day.

"what!"

Parker felt a churning in his stomach.

A stream of yellow, foul-smelling liquid flowed down his trouser leg and quickly spread across the carpet.

"Take it easy, Mr. Parker."

Lawson said calmly, "Money can be earned back. But once your head is gone, it can never grow back."

"I said! I said!"

Parker burst into tears: "In my study, behind the third brick of the fireplace, there is a secret room!"

Several assassins immediately went to the study.

Soon, they returned carrying a heavy tin box.

The box was pried open.

After counting, they found another 600 Morgan Eagle dollars and a stack of bearer South Pacific Railroad Company bonds worth 3,000 US dollars.

These bonds are like cash; whoever holds them owns them.

Lawson nodded in satisfaction.

A total of 950 silver dollars, plus 3000 US dollars in bonds.

For a startup team, this is a considerable amount of seed funding. "Very good." Lawson stood up and nodded to one of his subordinates.

The assassin stepped forward, raised his foot without hesitation, and stomped hard on Pike's left knee.

"Crack!"

A sickening crack of bone breaking rang out, followed by Parker's heart-wrenching scream.

His leg was broken by being stepped on.

Then, the assassins used torn sheets to tightly bind Pike, who was in so much pain he was about to faint, and his wife, who was already terrified.

Lawson bent down and whispered in Parker's ear:
“Listen, fat pig. Don’t even think about calling the police. Otherwise, we’ll be back. And then, I’ll personally shove your head into your greasy ass. Then, we, your hungry brothers, will give your beautiful wife a good time and get her pregnant with a purebred Irish baby. Got it?”

Parker stared wide-eyed in horror.

He nodded frantically, making muffled pleas for mercy.

"very good."

Lawson straightened up.

Just as they had arrived, the group quietly withdrew from the manor.

This night raid was very successful.

Three Winchester rifles, four revolvers, 950 Eagle dollars, 3000 US dollars in bonds, and sixteen well-trained horses.

Er Gou and the eleven Irish assassins nimbly mounted their horses and, like a whirlwind, disappeared into the vast California wilderness, facing the deepest darkness before dawn.

A professional robbery gang disguised as Irish people was officially formed.

Lawson issued the order.

The six British white workers who went to the construction site were withdrawn.

After daybreak, the three went to the nearest large town and used the funds to purchase more guns, ammunition, and supplies.

The other three took a sum of money and $3000 in bonds to San Francisco, across the Golden Gate Strait.

Find a way to purchase those 7.2 tons of zinc.

After arranging all this, Lawson's consciousness quietly returned to his body.

He closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep.

At noon, Marlene returned from Strawberry Town in her carriage, her face beaming with smiles.

"Mom, is there something good?" Lucy asked curiously as she helped hang the laundry in the yard.

"What a wonderful thing!"

Marlene parked the carriage: "Guess what? That fat bastard Coleman Parker had his house burgled last night!"

"What?" Lucy covered her mouth in surprise.

"Absolutely true!"

Marlene spoke with great enthusiasm: "They said a gang of robbers broke into his manor, ransacked his house, and even broke his leg!"

Just then, Lawson came out of the house and asked, feigning surprise, "Oh? Who did it? Have they caught them?"

Marlene shrugged. "The town sheriff is investigating; it seems to be a group of Irishmen."

This news undoubtedly lightened the gloom hanging over Marlene and her daughter.

Parker probably won't have the energy to cause them any more trouble in the short term.

Lawson enjoyed another hearty lunch prepared by Marlene without feeling guilty.

After the meal, he made an excuse to go for a walk and went outside the farm.

His consciousness sank into his core, and he checked the location of the Irish bandit group.

They had now run to a remote mountain ravine more than 30 kilometers away from Strawberry Town.

The horses are drinking and grazing by the stream.

The eleven energetic Irish assassins, shirtless and wielding shovels, were carrying out another long-term task for Lawson—digging.

Lawson nodded in satisfaction.

Great, digging during the day and robbing at night, a good balance of work and rest, very energetic.

(End of this chapter)