Reborn in 1878: America's Number One Bandit

Chapter 10 Upgrade and New Prey

The heavy canvas money bag was thrown onto the horse's back with a pleasant thud.

I got my hands on 1,800 Morgan Eagle dollars.

Finn and his six scumbags had no relatives or friends in Strawberry Town.

Speaking of relatives.

These are the five cousins they brought yesterday.

They announced it to everyone themselves; there's no way they can fake it.

This compensation was also secured by the man's cousin.

It naturally fell into Johnny's hands.

No one dared to object.

These five burly men were clearly not to be trifled with.

Johnny also said he would take the compensation money back to Ireland for Finn and his family.

As the site supervisor Hansen watched Johnny and his four companions leave, he spat angrily onto the ground.

"Fucking Irish pigs!"

He turned around and saw Liang Kuan.

Hansen's pent-up anger suddenly found an outlet.

"You, Liang! Take your bunch of yellow-skinned monkeys and get into the tunnel!"
You guys do the work that the Erscher people won't do!
Explosives! Steel bars! Get the fuck to work!
If the tunnel's progress doesn't meet the requirements before dark, none of you will get to eat today!

"Yes, yes, Mr. Hansen, don't worry!" Liang Kuan bowed even lower.

"I'll take them in right away! I guarantee the task will be completed! I guarantee it won't delay your schedule!"

Hansen gave a satisfied hum.

Liang Kuan straightened up and immediately shouted at the Chinese laborers not far away, "What the hell are you all standing there for? Didn't you hear what Mr. Hansen said? Grab your tools and get in the cave! Anyone who dares to slack off, I'll break their legs!"

The Chinese laborers dared not speak out in anger, and could only curse in their hearts.

"Spineless coward! He only acts tough in front of his own people!"

"Pah! He's a fucking bastard!"

Johnny and his five companions rode off from the construction site on Quarter Horses with an air of nonchalance.

On the farm, Lawson squinted as he basked in the sun.

He was very satisfied with the result.

Having dealt with Ah Gou's enemies, he also took advantage of the situation to fleece the railway company, a fat sheep, with 1,800 silver dollars.

On California soil.

It's not just the railway construction site in Strawberry Town.

The tentacles of the Southern Pacific Railroad are like those of a greedy octopus.

It spread wildly in all directions.

Countless construction sites are scattered like suckers on an octopus's tentacles.

Every construction site is filled with a large number of low-level laborers like Finn.

They were excellent consumables in Lawson's eyes.

perhaps.

This successful model can be replicated.

Just as he was pondering his next plan, a slight buzzing sound suddenly came from the core of his mind.

[Sufficient zinc energy detected, already absorbed.]

[Upgrade requirements met; core has automatically upgraded to level 6.]

Lawson's spirits were lifted.

It was those three suicide bombers from San Francisco; they succeeded.

He immediately focused his consciousness into the core and checked the latest data panel.

[Core Level: 6] (18 assassin slots can be automatically refreshed daily; their stamina is 1.1-1.6 times that of a normal adult male, and they are randomly generated.)

[Next upgrade requirement: Absorb 1 cubic meter of brass]

[Host Constitution: 8] (Potential cap 16, standard for normal adult male is 10)

[Earthwork Energy Reserve: 211] (1 unit of earthwork energy can generate 1 assassin)
Current number of assassins: 40

"call……"

Lawson let out a long breath.

Level 6.

The number of assassins that can be refreshed daily has increased from 11 to 18.

Every day, 18 absolutely loyal and physically strong assassins are deployed.

It makes me happy just thinking about it.

Within a month, he was able to build an elite team of over five hundred people.

But that would attract the attention of the federal army.

The quality of an army is more important than its quantity.

The potential cap has also been raised to 16 points.

His gaze fell on the requirements for the next level of advancement.

[Absorbs 1 cubic meter of brass]

Brass is an alloy of copper and zinc.

It's not particularly difficult to obtain.

It all boils down to one word—money.

Lawson quickly made a mental estimate.

One cubic meter of brass weighs approximately 8.3 tons.

Based on current market prices in San Francisco, one ton of brass is priced at around $360.

In total, it will cost nearly three thousand US dollars.

money……

He realized the importance of money once again.

The three assassins in San Francisco, despite having railroad company bonds worth three thousand dollars.

However, in the process of exchanging for cash, in order to pursue speed and secrecy, it is inevitable to seek some unofficial channels, which will inevitably result in losses.

After they bought the 7.2 tons of zinc, they had less than $300 left.

Lawson scratched his head, feeling like a poor housewife who could never fill her rice jar.

The money had barely arrived and I hadn't even had a chance to enjoy it before a new, huge expense arose.

There's still a long way to go.

We need to get more money as soon as possible.

There is an opportunity right now.

That's Wildfire Town, the town of prostitutes with bounties.

A thousand dollars to take the lives of two cowboys.

Perhaps we can collect this money.

However, things are a bit complicated.

Lawson's nascent network of assassins cross-verified and gathered more information about the bounty.

The situation is much more complicated than initially thought.

After the bounty was posted in Wildfire Town, it immediately attracted many bounty hunters.

But the result disappointed them.

The missions are hard to come by; several assassins have failed.

Lawson withdrew his consciousness from the intelligence network, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

It's still a tough nut to crack.

It's fortunate that this is the case; otherwise, if someone else had done it, he wouldn't have had a chance.

After upgrading to level 6, the core still has 7 unused assassin slots remaining.

Can't waste it.

He immediately connected his consciousness to the Ersher bandit group, which was digging in a remote valley dozens of miles away and waiting for orders.

"Refresh using this as the anchor point."

The order is issued.

In the valley, seven burly Erscher men appeared out of thin air.

Lawson gave instructions to the seven newcomers.

"Go over there to collect weapons and ammunition, then join them in digging. Await further orders."

This is the end.

This armed robbery gang, disguised as Erscher, has expanded to eighteen members.

This is already a fairly large gang.

The entire group is well-equipped, absolutely obedient to orders, fearless, and skilled with guns. They are more than capable of crushing most small gangs in the West.

After being armed, they picked up their shovels again and joined the digging team, storing the most basic strategic resources for the core.

at the same time.

Wildfire Town.

Inside the Mermaid Tavern.

Like most of its counterparts in the West, its approach is simple and straightforward.

The first floor is a noisy bar and gambling tables.

The air was always filled with the pungent smell of cheap whiskey, sweat, and tobacco.

The second floor is a simple wooden corridor.

Behind the railing were rows of tightly closed doors.

Behind the door is the studio where the girls make a living.

Robert, the British assassin, was sitting in the corner of the bar.

He sipped his beer slowly.

He was a sentry dispatched by Lawson to scout ahead and scout the terrain and determine the target's information.

In the tavern.

An exceptionally burly man was roaring in fury.

He is Bill Clanton Jr., the sheriff of Wildfire.

"You bunch of bitches who only know how to spread your legs!"
Listen to me, all of you!

immediately! immediately!
Take that damn bounty off my head!

Don't cause me any more trouble!
Did you hear that?

A group of prostitutes huddled together by the railing of the second-floor corridor, trembling, none daring to utter a sound.

"What? Are you all fucking deaf?"

When Bill Jr. saw that no one responded, his anger intensified.

He rushed up the creaking stairs in a few strides and grabbed Margaret by the hair.

Slap her across the face.

"I'll ask again."

Should the bounty be withdrawn or not?

Margaret had blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, but she didn't utter a sound.

Little Bill snorted coldly.

He pointed downstairs.

There, a man lay sprawled on the ground like a rag doll, covered in blood, unrecognizable as human.

"Did you see him?"

"This guy is Johnny, the 'Quick Gun' from Texas."

The savior you've been waiting for.

Now, he can't even clean up his own mess.

He turned his head and yelled at his two men downstairs, "Drag this pile of garbage out of here!"

Two police officers immediately stepped forward and dragged the half-dead killer out of the tavern.

"Anyone who dares to accept your bounty again will suffer the same fate as him!"

Bill Jr. gave a final warning.

He then straightened his gun sling and left with his men.

The patrons in the tavern then began to whisper among themselves.

"My God, even 'Quick Gun' Johnny has fallen? I heard he's a big shot in El Paso."

"No matter how famous you are, you'll have to behave yourself in Wildfire Town. This is Little Bill's territory."

"Looks like no one dares to touch that bounty anymore. A thousand dollars, what a pity."

The girls on the second floor looked gloomy and dejected.

Margaret covered her swollen cheek, feeling somewhat desperate.

Bill Jr. is too domineering.

These assassins were no match for them.

at this time.

Robert put down his wine glass.

He went up to the second floor.

A younger prostitute, habitually forcing a professional smile, approached and struck up a conversation: "Hey handsome, wanna have some fun? Only two dollars."

She thought Robert was there to have fun.

Robert ignored her and walked over to Margaret, who was still sobbing on the ground.

Margaret looked up in confusion.

"I find you."

He helped Margaret up, took her into an empty room next door, and then closed the door.

"It's usually two yuan a time,"

Margaret wiped away her tears. "I'll take your money since you're not bad looking. Hurry up, I'm not in the mood today."

After saying that, she was about to take off his pants.

Robert took a step back.

"I'm not here to cause trouble."

He cut to the chase and asked, "Does your bounty still stand?"

Margaret was startled and looked at the unfamiliar young man in front of her in surprise.

She instinctively tried to dissuade him: "You saw it yourself, Little Bill is a madman! You can't beat them!"

Robert remained unmoved: "I'm only asking you, yes or no?"

Margaret gritted her teeth: "It's a deal! As long as you can kill those two beasts, 'Skinny Monkey' Jim and 'Bull' Bill, you'll get a thousand silver dollars, not a penny less!"

"very good."

Robert nodded. "I'll take this task."

Margaret looked at him, a surge of hope rising in her heart.

She tugged at Robert's sleeve: "Wait a minute. You can come here once first. It's free. Consider it an advance payment."

Robert smiled.

"I'll collect the reward after I've completed the task."

After saying that, he turned around, opened the door, and went out.

Margaret stood there, stunned.

In the corridor, the other prostitutes immediately surrounded them.

After finding out what happened, they whispered among themselves.

"He really accepted?"

"My God, he looks so young, can he really do it?"

"Perhaps this time there is really hope."

"Stop dreaming. Men are all the same. There were a few bastards before who talked a good game, but all they wanted was to trick us into letting them have their way with them for free. Once they were done, they'd disappear without a trace. I think this guy will be the same."

"But he seems a little different."

As Robert came down from the second floor, the bartender downstairs looked at him with a mocking expression.

He came down so quickly, in just a few minutes.

The bartender, wiping the glasses, whistled at him and teased loudly, "Hey! Buddy! Finished so quickly?"

The surrounding patrons burst into laughter.

Robert raised his middle finger and walked out of the tavern without looking back.

He has obtained the information he wanted.

The two cowboys with bounties on their heads—Skinny Jim and Bull Harry.

They were being hidden by Little Bill in the town's sheriff's office.

There are seven or eight police officers stationed there, all of them armed.

Lawson received the intelligence and made a decision.

Hidden in the sheriff's office?