Reborn in 1878: America's Number One Bandit

Chapter 92 Your risk control level has been upgraded
"I...I must have seen wrong! Yes! I must have seen wrong!"

"is it?"

Ethan stared at him with cold eyes: "Then you must have misremembered the real price you and Mr. Silas agreed on last week!"

"Let me recall for you, three hundred horses, fifty silver dollars each."

"The total price is 15,000 yuan, cash, right?"

Abernathy's face went from liver-red to deathly pale.

"Hehe, hehe."

He forced a dry laugh: "That's right, that's right! It's fifty dollars! Look at my memory, sigh, it must be because Silas's death hit me too hard."

"I'll go get Slim to collect the money right now!"

The fat man practically fled the hall.

When the door closed, Abigail could no longer hold back.

She let out a soft cry and hugged Ethan tightly around the waist.

"Ethan! My God! You're amazing!"

She climbed all over him like a koala, kissing his face frantically.

"I never realized you knew so much! That old bastard! That fat, smelly liar! He...he tried to cheat me! He wanted to eat me up!"

"You only said a few words, and you scared him so much he wet his pants!"

"Oh, Ethan! You are my God, my King!"

Ethan held her, feeling her body burning hot with extreme excitement.

“I am not a king, Abby, I am just your lover, and you are also my most precious treasure.”

"Ethan."

She murmured softly, as if in a dream. Her legs wrapped around his waist: "Oh, Ethan... Ethan~"

……

An hour later, three hundred golden horses galloped out of Reading Manor in a grand procession.

Inside the carriage, Abernathy's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Damn it, my money!"

He roared, "That's a fucking 15,000 silver dollars! And that gigolo bastard just robbed it of it!"

"Boss, please calm down!"

Slim huddled to the side.

"I'll calm you down!"

Abernathy slapped him across the face: "And you, you piece of trash! Didn't you say he was an artist? Are there any artists who understand army procurement prices?"

"me……"

"And that little bitch! I don't think she's even sad! She's practically ready to have sex with that pretty boy right in front of her father's coffin! What a pair of scoundrels!"

Abernathy grew angrier and angrier, feeling increasingly cheated.

I curse them!

"I curse that pretty boy, may he die on that little bitch's belly sooner or later!"

"May both of them die a horrible death!"

……

The remote strawberry town, the apple orchard.

Lawson quickly received a report that the Ethan deal was completed.

"Fifteen thousand yuan, not bad."

"Three hundred Palominoch horses, even better, haha!"

Lawson stood up and snapped his fingers.

"Abernathy, that stupid, wicked old fox who loves to talk behind people's backs."

"Old foxes deserve to be dealt with by hunters."

"Moreover, I like these warhorses."

The next second, his consciousness went straight to the sassy dog ​​team.

“Go and ‘escort’ that ‘kind’ horse merchant for a while.”

"I'll take the money."

"Tajima..."

A cold glint flashed in Lawson's eyes.

"I would also like."

Deep in the mountains of Sonoma County.

The leader of the slutty gang suddenly stood up from beside the campfire.

"guys!"

He grabbed a Winchester rifle and fired it into the air!

"Don't fucking sleep, all of you!"

"The boss has a mission!"

Deep in the mountains, the long-silent "Sassy Dog" gang camp suddenly erupted into a wild, beast-like cheer.

Thirty-six fierce bandits, like a pack of mad dogs that had smelled blood, roared out.

……

The news that Silas Redding and his entire family had been murdered and their heads were cut off and stuck on their family's memorial pillar caused panic to rise rapidly in Sonoma and Napa counties in a short period of time.

But when people heard that the bandit tribes of Indians only killed the Redding family, the townspeople breathed a sigh of relief.

They were relieved, but some people couldn't put their minds at ease.

On the contrary, their hearts were in their throats!

Three Oaks Ranch, 20 miles north of Santa Rosa.

Old Man Henderson, a 62-year-old rancher with a huge tumor on his chin and a net worth of at least 200,000 silver dollars, was currently locked in his study.

"Personal matters?"

Henderson was breathing heavily, staring straight at the wall.

On the wall, there are still certificates of his merits.

A huge grizzly bear skin.

Next to the bear skin, there was a row of souvenirs strung together with leather rope.

Three thick, black strands of hair, tied in small braids.

It was 1856. He, Silas Redding, and Cobb of Rattlesnake Ranch, along with a group of drunken cowboys, stormed into a Milwock tribe camp under the cover of night.

He still clearly remembers that night when he personally cut off a woman's head.

On this land, which farmer has a clean conscience?
Who hasn't had a drop or two of red blood on their hands?

Silas Redding is just the fucking first one!
Who will be next? Cobb? Or himself?

"Boom!"

There was a sudden knock on the study door.

"roll!"

"Boss, it's Mr. Cobb! And several other gentlemen! They've arrived!"

"Let them in! Quickly!"

Five minutes later, Henderson's study was packed with prominent figures from Northern California.

Cobb of Rattlesnake Ranch and Brown of Laurel Valley are both from the same circle.

At this moment, all of these people who were usually so arrogant and domineering were deathly pale!
"Henderson!"

Cobb spoke first: "Have you heard? Silas, he!"

"I heard about it!"

Henderson waved his hand impatiently: "Don't fucking panic, what's the use of panicking? We have to figure something out!"

Brown's face fell. "What do you think? Those redskins are devils! Thirty-six men! In fifteen minutes, they wiped out Silas's guard of over sixty men! Sixty men! FUCK! They were all seasoned veterans!"

Let's unite!

Cobb proposed, "Gather all our men! At least two hundred guns! I don't believe those barbarians would dare to fight us head-on!"

"and then?"

Henderson coldly interrupted him: "Where are we supposed to gather? Your house or mine? Can we gather here for three days? Five days? A month? Are we going to abandon our fucking estate? Our cattle?"

"What can we do? We can't just wait to die, can we?"

"run!"

Cobb suddenly said, "Sell it! Sell everything, take the money to San Francisco! To New York! To hell with Europe! I'm never staying in this damn land again!"

"Sell now? Cobb, are you crazy? Who would dare to take over at this point? The price will be driven down to rock bottom, and you'll lose everything!"

"That's still better than having your head cut off and stuck in the fence!"

"Yes, there is another way!"

Brown, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.

"any solution?"

Brown swallowed hard: "White Tiger Security Company!"

Henderson's brow furrowed: "Those companies that have yellow-skinned monkeys as security guards?"

"They are heroes."

Brown trembled slightly: "They even took out the Irish gangsters, they definitely have a way to protect us!" "Damn it!"

Henderson's heart was pounding!
Asking him to beg a group of Chinese people? That's worse than killing him!
"FUCK!"

Cobb slammed his fist on the table: "I don't care if they're yellow or white! As long as I can keep my life and my money, I'll pay the price!"

"go!"

Henderson jumped to his feet: "To Strawberry Town! I want to see just how big these tigers' appetites really are!"

……

Strawberry Town, White Tiger Security Company.

Inside the office, business representative Carlos was leisurely sipping a cup of Ceylon tea.

Henderson, Cobb, Brown, and seven or eight of the biggest ranchers in Northern California rushed in, panting heavily.

"Mr. Carlos!"

Henderson's booming voice rattled the windows: "We need security!"

"We want your best diamond package!"

Carlos put down his teacup and smiled at everyone.

"Gentlemen, good day. Please sit down. Don't get so excited. The White Tiger exists to calm people down."

He pointed to the price list.

"You mean the Golden Tiger Set Meal, right?"

He corrected, "We don't have a diamond package; gold is the best."

"Yes, yes, that's it!"

Henderson plopped down: "An 18-man commando team! The one that will take over all defenses!"

"how much is it?"

Cobb had already pulled out his checkbook: "Three thousand dollars a month?"

"No no no."

Carlos waved his hand: "Gentlemen, the Golden Tiger Package does indeed have a base price of three thousand peso dollars per month, but..."

He deliberately drew out his words: "That's the price under standard risk."

"Standard risk?"

Henderson suddenly had a bad feeling: "What do you mean?"

"It means..."

Carlos took a new document out of the drawer.

"Standard risks refer to cattle thieves, drunken cowboys, or riots like the Irishman's."

"But you gentlemen, your situation is not a standard risk."

"What the hell do you mean?!"

"What I mean is, based on our company's latest dynamic risk assessment."

Carlos finally uttered the word.

"All ranchers who participated in the clearing operations against Native Americans before 1860, and all clients whose land is linked to tribal blood feuds, your threat level has been permanently upgraded from Level D to Level B+, a state of war!"

"This……"

"Just tell me the price!"

After a moment of silence, Henderson finally managed to find some of his voice.

“It’s very simple, gentlemen.”

“A B+ level risk means that once our White Tiger warriors sign a contract, they are not on patrol, but fighting.”

“We will immediately and automatically enter a state of hostility with the Old Dove tribe. My warriors are the most elite in all of California, and their lives are extremely precious.”

"so."

He spread his hands: "The price is simple, just double."

"what?"

"FUCK!"

Cobb and Brown jumped up almost simultaneously!
"Double? Six thousand a month? You fucking rob someone!"

This is extortion!

Brown screamed, "This is... this is taking advantage of someone's misfortune!"

Although I was prepared to be ripped off, I was clearly not prepared to be ripped off this much!
"You have absolutely no professional ethics whatsoever!"

Despite all this, Carlos remained calm and smiled as he looked at them.

Once the cursing and roaring had subsided, he spoke slowly and deliberately: "Gentlemen, please, do not use such an offensive word as robbery."

"This is a science called risk assessment. Prices must be matched with risks."

"Soldiers are paid with their lives. Is it the same price to protect a farm that only wants to keep out thieves and to protect a battlefield that has been targeted by the Avengers?"

"you!"

"of course."

Carlos changed the subject and gestured for them to proceed: "White Tiger Company has always respected the free will of its clients, and we never force anyone."

"Six thousand a month, one-year contract minimum, seventy-two thousand, payable in advance."

"Or, the door is over there, you can go and talk to the old turtledove yourselves."

"Fuck!"

"Seventy-two thousand yuan!"

"Fuck Carlos!"

In the study of Henderson Estate, Cobb paced back and forth, his face flushed and furious.

"Calm down, Cobb!"

Henderson sat in his chair, his face equally grim: "Now is not the time for cursing."

"What should I do?"

Cobb roared, "Are we really going to give it to him? Seventy-two thousand dollars!!"

"I'm not giving it to you!"

Brown gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not playing anymore!"

"What do you mean?"

Henderson and Cobb both looked at him.

"I'm selling the land!"

Brown said fiercely, "Like you said, Cobb, I'll sell everything I have! I'll take it even if it's only worth two hundred thousand dollars!"

"Two hundred thousand yuan is better than being extorted for seventy-two thousand yuan by those white tigers!"

"Then I took the money and went to San Francisco! To hell with the Palace Hotel! I'll patronize the most expensive prostitutes and drink the finest French wine every day! I'm done with this!"

"Yup!"

Cobb was also tempted: "I'll sell too! Henderson, you should sell soon too! Let's all leave here and let those redskins and those yellows fight like dogs!"

"..."

Henderson did not speak.

He looked out the window at the fertile land he had cultivated for thirty years.

Sell ​​it? Just thinking about it is heartbreaking.

"Cobb, Brown, have you thought this through?"

"Think about it!"

Cobb and Brown said in unison, "I'm going to find a broker to put my property on the market tomorrow!"

Bad news always comes when you least expect it.

three days later.

Just as Henderson was still hesitating, the gates of his manor were rammed open by a horse covered in blood.

The horse carried only a blood-dripping scalp bag.

That's Brown's horse.

Henderson only glanced at that scalp bag before he vomited up all his stomach acid!

Half an hour later, more detailed information was brought to Henderson by a coachman who had gone mad with fear.

Cobb, Brown, and two other small ranchers who also decided to sell their estates and move to San Francisco to enjoy a better life.

The four families pooled their resources to form a convoy.

It's located at the Weeping Widow Pass, on the main road leading to the Sausalito Marina.

"They rushed down the cliff!"

The coachman looked up, tears streaming down his face, his whole body trembling uncontrollably!
"They're Native Americans!"

“Mr. Cobb was the first to be knocked off his horse, and they scalped him! In front of everyone!”

"All the men were killed, and their scalps were all ripped off! The women and children were all taken away too!"

Henderson sat in the chair, motionless.

The eyes had begun to lose focus.

Admittedly, he can't beat them in a fight, and he can't escape either!
"Prepare the horses, let's go to Strawberry Town!"

Henderson stood up, his steps unsteady.

He has no choice now; if he wants to live, he has to spend money!

(End of this chapter)