Reborn in 1878: America's Number One Bandit

Chapter 85 The Death of Buck!

"Bang! Boom!"

Buck's machine gunners immediately returned fire, but to little avail.

The militia's defensive line had been compressed to the last barricade in front of the command post.

Everyone's attention was focused on the sea of ​​fire ahead, and no one noticed...

The sixty figures had already stealthily crept up to within fifty yards of them.

"Target: Enemy machine gun position."

The leader of the assassins raised his hand.

"Rear row, free fire; clear the flanks; front row, three volleys!"

"put!"

Give an order!
Sixty Winchesters spewed deadly flames from behind Buck!

The first volley of fire instantly riddled the five gunmen at Buck's Gatling gun position with bullets, along with their guns!
"Puff puff!"

Buck, who was roaring wildly, suddenly felt a chill down his spine!
The guards around him didn't even utter a sound, blood gushed from their chests, and they fell forward violently!
"Ugh!"

"Behind us! The enemy is behind us!"

The second volley followed immediately!

The militiamen, who had just realized what was happening and tried to fight back, were now falling down in swathes like harvested wheat!

The third salvo!
With near-mechanical shooting discipline, these sixty ruthless bandits cleared out all living people around Buck's command post in just over ten seconds!
Only Buck stood unharmed amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

He wasn't lucky; he was deliberately kept behind.

He turned around stiffly, and by the firelight, he finally saw clearly!
I saw clearly those sixty devils standing at the end of the street!
"no no!"

The militiamen were completely panicked!
"What's going on? What's going on! Where did these things come from?!"

"They came from town!"

"We're surrounded!"

Saint Raphael was instantly transformed into a slaughterhouse! A pincer attack from both sides!
It wasn't a battle at all, but a one-sided massacre!

The wolf pack and the seventy-odd thugs led by Finnian and Johnny crushed the militia's first line of defense with crossfire from two Gatling guns and a barrage of rifle fire!

Behind him, sixty ghostly figures emerged from the town center, their knives relentlessly slicing through Buck's command system!
"They're behind us!"

"Help! Help!"

"I surrender! I surrender!"

The militia finally broke down!

They were squeezed into a narrow street, with a barrage of bullets in front of them and a precise roll call behind them!
Their courage peaked at the Buck parade, and now it has plummeted to its lowest point at the fastest speed!
In a state of extreme fear, the militiamen threw down their rifles, knelt on the ground, and covered their heads with their hands.

"FUCK! You bunch of cowards!"

Lieutenant Buck was acting like a madman; his face, in the firelight, was so grotesque that it was no longer human!

"Stand up! Stand up, you bastard!"

He kicked a surrendered soldier to the ground and opened fire wildly on the ghosts behind him!
"You bunch of sons of bitches! I'll personally kill you all..."

Buck was about to roar, but the next second, the rest of his sentence got stuck in his throat forever!
A bullet pierced through nearly a thousand yards of darkness and precisely entered his wide-open mouth!

Then, it exploded violently from the back of his head!

A cloud of red and white mist, mixed with shattered skull fragments, sprayed all over the face of the adjutant behind him!
Buck's burly body remained in a forward-leaning posture, standing stiffly in place for a second before collapsing to the ground with a thud!

"The lieutenant is dead?"

"Lieutenant Buck is dead!"

"Run!"

Now, even the last fig leaf has been torn away.

The militiamen exploded!
They screamed and cried, scattering in all directions like headless flies!
"My God...My God..."

Reporters Jerry and Peter hid behind a bullet-riddled carriage, trembling like they had Parkinson's.

Buck is dead! Buck, who just moments ago swore he would wipe out the entire gang, is now headless!

"church!"

Just as everyone was paralyzed with despair, Thompson grabbed Jerry and Peter by the collar.

"I fucking told you! You bunch of idiots!"

Thompson roared and dragged the two of them toward the stone church!
"If you want to live, you fucking come with me right now!"

The reporters snapped out of their daze and scrambled to catch up with Thompson.

Thompson's officers had already thrown away their guns and followed without hesitation.

"boom!"

The church doors were violently kicked open and then slammed shut!
"Hold on! Use benches to hold the door shut!"

Thompson screamed and, together with several others, struggled to firmly hold the row of heavy prayer benches against the door.

The gunfire outside gradually subsided, and the bandits' maniacal laughter slowly filled the air!
The town of San Raphael fell.

……

Fear fermented wildly in the church.

The reporters, police officers, and a dozen or so townspeople who had managed to sneak in huddled together, trembling with fear.

They could even hear the thugs outside kicking open doors one by one!
"Get out here! All of you, get the hell out here!"

"To the square! Hurry!"

"FUCK! This chick's pretty good, let's take her!"

Before long, the deathly footsteps stopped at the church entrance and began to pound hard against the oak door!

"You guys inside! Get the hell out here!"

"Otherwise, we'll send you all flying into the sky with explosives!"

Thompson's face was ashen.

In the end, there was no escaping it. Oh well, preserving my life is the most important thing, no matter what!

"No, don't shoot!"

He cried out, trembling, "Surrender! We surrender!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the lock on the front door was smashed to pieces!
A dozen or so ruthless bandits wearing red headscarves rushed in with sinister smiles.

"Look, look, what have we caught?"

"A bunch of little mice hiding under God's skirt!"

Central square of San Rafael town.

Almost all the survivors were driven here and surrounded by more than 130 ruthless bandits.

The torch was lit.

Finnian dragged Buck's headless corpse to the center of the square.

He casually tossed the body on the ground, then lifted up the head whose back had been smashed open.

"Look! Look at this executioner!"

"That bastard who slaughtered our brothers!"

"That bastard!"

Finnian poked Buck's head with the tip of his knife: "He poisoned our leader with pig feed and rat poison! A hero who dared to speak up for the Irish!"

"Now! We've come for our revenge!"

"eye for eye!"

"Ow!"

The bandits immediately howled in unison!
These reporters had never seen anything like it before. One of the female reporters from the Sentinel newspaper broke down on the spot, kneeling on the ground and crying loudly.

The young reporter who had been mocking Thompson earlier couldn't hold back any longer. A warm liquid trickled down his trouser leg, forming a small, foul-smelling puddle on the stone floor.

He no longer cared about shame; all that was left was his upper and lower teeth chattering wildly.

"Damn it! We should have left a long time ago!"

Another reporter was even more pale and trembling: "We should have! We should have left with those cowards, Pickton, a long time ago!"

Unfortunately, there's no going back in life. "You guys!"

Finnian suddenly locked his gaze on the group of reporters who were still clutching their cameras even as they died.

"You bunch of sons of bitches who use pens as weapons!"

"How many lies have you written about the Dennis brothers?"

He approached them step by step.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Finnian's thugs grinned as they dragged out more than a dozen captured militia officers and executed them one by one by firing squad!

Soon after, the councilors of Marin County were also executed.

Screams erupted everywhere!
Finally, Finnian walked up to the group of reporters, his yellowish eyes almost touching their faces!

"Now tell me, how do you want to die?"

……

Just when everyone had completely fallen into despair!
"Da da da!"

A sudden burst of rapid hoofbeats came from the main road on the west side of the town!
"who?"

Finnian turned around abruptly.

From the thick fog, a black wave surged forth!

That was a cavalry unit!
They were all riding tall black horses, wearing sharp black uniforms, with a striking tiger totem on their chests!
"FUCK! It's those White Tigers?"

Johnny growled at Finnian.

"White Tiger Security Company!"

In the crowd, Jerry seemed to have grasped at a straw and suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs!

"It's White Tiger Security!"

He recognized the totem: "They're in Strawberry Town! It's them! They've come to save us!"

"Save you?"

Finnian grinned maliciously: "Just these few dozen men? Brothers! Kill them!"

A fierce street battle broke out in an instant!

The Irish bandits, outnumbered, immediately raised their guns and returned fire.

The White Tiger Cavalry, on the other hand, displayed astonishing tactical proficiency!

They immediately dispersed and, using the speed of their horses and the cover along the streets, engaged in a fierce battle with the bandits!
To outsiders, this battle must have seemed incredibly dangerous!

Bullets were flying wildly through the air!
A bullet even grazed Finnian's ear and hit the wall behind him!

Finnian's shotgun blasted directly into the hoof of the leading cavalryman, causing the horse to rear up in pain!

The two sides fought fiercely and were evenly matched!

However, this was just a show put on for everyone to see.

Whether they are ruthless bandits covered with red scarves or security guards in uniform, they are all Losen's henchmen!

Their Winchester rifles, spitting fire, fired bullets that all precisely missed each other!
They were shooting at the ground beneath each other's feet, the walls beside them, and the air above their heads!

The sole purpose of this gunfight is to create the most realistic and stunning audio-visual effects!
Soon, the performance reached its climax!

The White Tiger Security infantry charged straight up from the rear!

The gang was starting to falter.

During the charge, a ruthless bandit was "hit" in the chest by Baihu's bullet. He let out an exaggerated scream, twitched twice on the ground, and then lay still.

One, two, three...

The ruthless bandits began to fall in droves.

The massive plumes of black powder mixed with the dense fog of the early morning, and the extreme panic made it impossible for anyone to see whether the fallen bandits were truly dead.

Finnian's performance was truly Oscar-worthy.

He was shot in the left arm, and then swayed violently!
He clutched his arm, glaring at the newcomer with eyes wide with fury!

"White Tiger Security Company!"

"Where the hell did you guys come from?"

"I'll remember you! Get out of here! Get out of here now!"

Upon receiving orders, the wolf pack and the ruthless bandits of the sluts immediately escorted Finnian as they fled into the darkness outside the town.

"Alpha Squad! Engage! Don't let them get away!"

The leader of Baihu Security coldly issued the order.

Half of the security personnel immediately mounted their horses and gave chase in the direction the bandits had fled.

The other half of the men quickly dismounted, grabbed their guns, and rushed into the square, rapidly establishing a protective defensive line.

The team leader dismounted and walked to the group of townspeople and reporters who were already stunned, taking off his hat and giving them an elegant bow.

"Don't panic, everyone. You're safe now."

"Those bandits have been driven away by us!"

These two sentences instantly struck at the most vulnerable nerves of everyone present.

A narrow escape from death, a survivor!
Terrified, Peter could no longer control himself and knelt on the ground, bursting into tears!
The crying seemed to be contagious; soon everyone lost control, hugging each other and screaming in pain.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the spotlights came on!
Despite still trembling and not having recovered, Jerry instinctively raised the camera.

The blinding white light flashed again and again, forever freezing this historic moment.

The image is frozen beside Lieutenant Buck's head, which died with its eyes wide open, amidst the corpses and weapons discarded by the bandits, and on the faces of the townspeople of San Rafael, who were grieving and weeping.

A group of White Tiger Security members standing with guns at their sides became the most dazzling heroes in this chaotic scene!
The surviving townspeople and defeated militiamen huddled at the edge of the square.

That hellish battle is over.

The White Tiger Security cavalry did not bask in the glory of being hailed as heroes. After breaking through the bandit gang's defenses, they immediately split up and pursued them.

Now, all this group can do is wait.

Is it the savior's triumphant return, or the devils' return?
After an unknown amount of time, the faint sound of horses' hooves could finally be heard.

The hearts of the town's residents suddenly stopped!
"No, it can't be them again!"

But the next second, Thompson suddenly raised his head and roared hoarsely, "It's the Tigers! It's the White Tiger Security! They're back!"

The thick fog was broken.

Nearly fifty black-clad riders entered the square.

Leading the group was Lu Yuan, the Chinese team captain.

He spurred his horse forward, and a cavalryman behind him untied a heavy linen bag and threw it forcefully into the center of the square.

The bag rolled open with a thud, and its contents tumbled and rolled all over the floor.

It was heads! More than thirty hideous, twisted heads!
"The main force of the Irish bastards has been beheaded."

Lu Yuan pointed to the things on the ground.

"The remaining remnants, numbering less than twenty, have now fled into the deep mountains."

But they lost their weapons and horses during the pursuit, and they wouldn't live more than three days.

"Saint Raphael, threat eliminated!"

"..."

One second, two seconds!

When the word "relief" reached the ears of the townspeople, everyone was instantly overjoyed.

"God! My God!"

The old pastor scrambled over, grabbed Lu Yuan's horse by the stirrups, pressed his face against the leather, and burst into tears!
"I saw it! I saw everything!"

“Those sons of bitches from Pinkerton ran away, and Lieutenant Buck’s militia battalion was no match for them. Those bastards are going to kill us! They’re going to kill all of us!”

He looked up, and Lu Yuan's figure appeared infinitely taller and magnified in his blurry, tear-filled eyes!
"It was you! It was you Chinese sent by God who saved us!"

"You are heroes! You are heroes of all America!"

(End of this chapter)