Wilderness Redemption Tour

Dutch seemed to be in a good mood as he was about to launch his revenge plan. He patted Bill on the back and said with a smile: "Hey, Bill. I heard that you were a sharpshooter when you were in the cavalry?"

"What?" Bill turned around and looked at Dutch in confusion: "Who told you that? I never said I was a sharpshooter."

"Really?" Dutch patted his head. "I wanted you to provide suppressive fire from the back later."

"That's no problem." Bill picked up his rifle and knocked the bottom of the boat twice with the butt of the rifle. "I've also been to the battlefield, and I'm a good fighter. You've all seen it over the years..."

Dutch waved his hand impatiently to interrupt him: "Okay, okay, you have said these words many times."

Bill continued unwillingly: "I learned a lot in the cavalry, the methods used to deal with those savage Indians..."

"Watch your mouth, boy," Dutch warned him coldly. "We are now in a civilized society. Those Indians are not what they claim. This is just a cheap excuse for the invaders. The only barbarians here are the local inbred bastards who drink bootleg liquor like water."

"But Dutch, you don't know some of the things I've seen..."

"I have no doubt that you have seen it," Dutch said, raising his voice slightly, "but your little head cannot comprehend what you have seen, what the real truth is. All you have seen are people who have lost everything because of barbarism."

Bill turned away with a look of grievance. No one wanted to be scolded in front of so many people, not even a big guy like Bill with little IQ.

Dutch looked at John who was sitting next to him, then turned back to look at Arthur and Lin Yan who were sitting behind him, and continued: "I'm sorry that I wasted my time and life trying to teach you all this. It's all because I love you, really."

"Ahem..." Arthur coughed a few times, his breath a little unstable: "Okay, can we put love aside for now? Do you think we can succeed tonight? We are going to deal with the most powerful man in both the black and white worlds in Saint Denis."

Lin Yan, who was sitting with Arthur, noticed that he had been coughing a lot recently. Not only that, he also seemed to have lost a lot of weight recently. The occasional coughing seemed to have started after he was caught by Colm. Lin Yan wondered if he had some hidden dangers at that time, and then he started running around again before his injuries were fully healed, so his body has not yet fully recovered.

"Don't throw love aside, Arthur..." Dutch heard Arthur say this and started teaching mode again: "We have nothing but love."

Thomas, who was standing at the stern, chuckled. "It's really interesting how you prepare before a killing spree. I'm sorry to bother you, but we're almost at our stop."

Angelo Bronte's mansion is a large manor about three meters above the horizontal plane. The lights in the manor are blocked by high walls, and only a few scattered dim lights remind everyone that this is a courtyard with inhabitants.

After landing, Dutch pointed to a remote corner not far from the river and said to Thomas, "Just go over there and wait for us to pick you up."

"I understand. Good luck to you." Thomas nodded, tapped the river bank with the pole in his hand and left the shore.

After getting off the boat, everyone first observed the situation and found that there were no patrolling guards nearby, so they followed the slope outside the wall to the base of the wall.

The wall here is about two meters high. Apart from being high, there are no other protective measures. However, this height is no different from flat ground in the eyes of the five people whose heights are generally over 1.8 meters.

With his back against the wall, Dutch turned to John and whispered, "John, take a look inside."

Without saying a word, John raised his hands to grab the top of the wall, and with a little force with both hands, he pulled his body to a position where his eyes could just see the situation in the yard. After observing for a while, John whispered to the people below: "There are no guards nearby, come in quickly." After that, he exerted force with both hands again, kicked the wall at the same time, and completely climbed onto the wall, then jumped silently to the other side.

When the others heard this, they also raised their hands to grab the wall, propped up their bodies and jumped to the other side. Only the big guy Bill was a step slower than the others, and there was a dull "bang" sound when he landed. Fortunately, there were no guards patrolling or on duty nearby, otherwise they would have been discovered.

"Damn, look at what a good spot you picked..." Bill glanced at John and muttered softly.

It's no wonder Bill complained. The place where everyone jumped down was lower than other places in the courtyard. There were piles of wooden barrels and crates scattered around. It looked like a supply warehouse or a utility yard.

Dutch squatted beside a pile of barrels by the steps and began to arrange his men: "Jamie, Bill, you move with me. Arthur, John, you go from the left. There is no need to sneak in quietly. Just act directly when you see the opportunity. We will attack from two directions and kill directly to Blount's room. Do you understand, gentlemen? Success or failure depends on this. Let's give it a try!"

After saying that, he crouched down and walked up the steps first, sneaking towards the flowerbed in front. Seeing this, Lin Yan hurried to catch up, and Bill also hurriedly grabbed his precious rifle and followed.

The courtyard of Angelo Bronte's house is much smaller than that of Mayor Saint-Denis's house. The layout of the courtyard is relatively compact, but the most eye-catching thing is the huge rectangular pool in the center of the courtyard. It seems that this Italian is quite superstitious about the Feng Shui of his home and is well aware of the fact that water can gather wealth. This pool is much more magnificent than the small fountain in the mayor's house.

There were not as many guards in the courtyard as Lin Yan had imagined. From his perspective, there were less than ten guards, and they were all distributed in the center of the courtyard and in front of the villa.

"Dutch, there aren't that many guards here." Bill said in a low voice, squatting behind a flower bed.

Dutch frowned, as if thinking about something. At this moment, a burst of rapid gunfire suddenly rang out from the other side of the courtyard.

"Arthur and the others have started." Bill looked at the guards not far away who were attracted by the gunshots and pulled the bolt skillfully: "Let's start here too."

The battle was about to break out, and Dutch temporarily suppressed his doubts and threw himself into the battle with a full mental state.

Not long after the gunshots rang out, the front door of the villa and the doors leading to the balconies on the second and third floors opened at the same time, and several guards poured out one after another. It turned out that most of the guards were resting in the villa.