Reborn in 1878: America's Number One Bandit

Chapter 38 I am not yet strong; when I am strong, I will plunder the world.
Panic is the best catalyst.

It can make reason evaporate in an instant and make gold as cheap as dirt.

Strawberry Town is currently immersed in a pot of boiling panic potion.

The wealthy and businessmen are willing to pay any price to escape.

"My lumber shop! The only lumber shop in town! And the mountain of fine mahogany piled up behind it! Five hundred silver dollars! Just five hundred silver dollars and it's all yours!"

"Hardware store! All the ironware, tools, nails, and the two boxes of Remington ammunition I hid in the attic! Three hundred dollars! God, three hundred dollars is enough!"

The hotel landlady shoved the land deed directly into the arms of a seemingly wealthy assassin.

"Sir, if you buy my hotel, I... I'll be yours tonight."

The assassins sent by Lawson were like sharks mixed into a school of fish, reaping all of this.

They acquired the lumber store, hardware store, grocery store, pharmacy, hotel, and stables at minimal cost.

Almost all the wealthy people in the town had fled.

Only a group of ordinary townspeople with little property and nowhere to go were left behind, like abandoned lambs, living in constant fear in a pasture of despair.

They gathered in the town square.

Confused and panicked.

I don't know where my future lies.

Just then, the young man named Yadan and his companion stepped forward again.

He jumped onto an empty wooden crate and clapped his hands.

Attracted everyone's attention.

"Guys! Hey! Look fucking over here!"

"Don't look so gloomy like you've lost your parents! I have some good news to tell you!"

A blacksmith, mustering his courage, asked, "What good news? Have those Irish bastards taken pity on us and stopped robbing us?"

"of course not!"

Yadan sneered: "Hoping those wolves will change their carnivorous nature? You might as well hope that prostitutes will fall in love with you."

A suppressed commotion arose from the crowd.

"Just yesterday."

Yadan raised her voice: "A security company has contacted us. They heard about what happened in Strawberry and said they can take care of those damn Irish gangsters for us!"

These words immediately sparked a flurry of discussion among the audience.

"A security company? Are they up to the task?"

Someone asked skeptically, "Even the seventy-odd police officers from Marin County and Sonoma County combined were so scared they wet their pants, and Sheriff Thompson ran away like a dog. What use are they?"

"Don't compare those good-for-nothing slobs who only know how to drink and sleep around with them!"

Yadan said dismissively, "They're professionals! They make a living by killing! Do you think a lazy bum on a government salary is more powerful, or a desperate criminal who risks his life?"

Everyone fell into silence.

This is indeed the truth.

A thin tailor asked worriedly, "But sir, how much will it cost to hire them? We don't have any money."

Yadan grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "They said this is their company's first deal, designed to build their reputation and let all of California know how powerful they are! So, they don't want a single penny!"

"Really?" The crowd erupted in an incredulous gasp.

"Of course!"

Yadan made the final decision: "They only want us to give up a tiny, insignificant piece of land, a few unwanted wastelands, in exchange for all of our lives. Tell me, guys, are we in or not?"

"Dry!"

"God bless!"

"Fuck them! Let them come! FUCK!"

More than ten kilometers away.

At Mrs. Marlene's farm.

The two-story Victorian-style house is bathed in the warm autumn sunshine.

in the kitchen.

Da Niu was wielding a spatula, and the rich aroma of meat and fish wafted out.

In the courtyard, San Gou was patiently stringing a newly made Native American longbow. Not far away, Er Gou, A Hu, and Er Niu were also busy at work.

On a tree outside the manor, Ah Bao crouched silently like a real cheetah.

Lawson lay leisurely in a rocking chair under the porch.

His consciousness was immersed in the mysterious fragment system within his body.

The upgrade was completed last night.

[Level: 8] (47 assassins can be refreshed daily, with stamina 1.1-1.8 times that of a normal adult male, randomly generated)

[Next upgrade requirement]: Absorb 1 cubic meter of mercury
[Maximum Constitution: 18] (Current Constitution: 14)

[Earthwork Reserves: 23,680] (1 earthwork unit can generate 1 suicide soldier)
[Current total number of assassins: 467]

Lawson slowly exhaled.

I've finally reached level 8.

The ability to recruit 47 assassins daily means that his expansion speed will be boosted to a new level.

With more pieces at your disposal, you can perform more actions simultaneously.

Let's look back at the bloodless victory of the previous night.

He increasingly realized the brilliance of the "traitor" move.

If it weren't for having planted informants within the Sonoma County Sheriff's Office beforehand, it would have been impossible to so easily break the fighting spirit of more than seventy armed police officers.

Unpredictable, attacking it unprepared.

One or two seemingly insignificant pieces can play a decisive role in turning the tide of battle at crucial moments.

The killing of more than twenty police officers is likely to drive the state government crazy.

We need to prepare in advance.

Lawson didn't know how far he would eventually grow.

But some pieces need to be prepared now.

From today on.

No matter how the system level increases in the future, or how many assassins are refreshed every day, he will always allocate 7 slots from them.

Specialized in carrying out infiltration plans.

These seven assassins will be chosen from different races—

White people, Black people, Asian people, Native Americans...

They will ride swift horses, board steamships, and be blown in all directions by the wind like dandelion seeds.

They will travel to other cities in California.

Travel to other states in the United States, including Texas, New York, and Illinois.

Even more so, leaving America for Mexico and Canada, crossing oceans to Britain and Japan...

Lawson felt this more and more strongly.

The feature that allows you to choose other assassins as coordinates when they respawn is convenient and easy to use.

This means that as long as one of his seeds takes root wherever it is planted.

His ruthless bandits can respawn there.

what is this?
This is the ruthless airborne bandit mode that ignores distance and space!
If he had a trusted lieutenant in Texas at that moment, he could quickly assemble a gang of robbers in Dallas.

If he had a trusted lieutenant in Japan at that time, he could organize a commando team in Tokyo!

Of course, it's not omnipotent either.

The newly spawned assassins are all equipped with basic gear, carrying only a hunting knife and no guns.

Firearms and ammunition need to be prepared in advance.

In other words, the previous suicide squad members were building a bridgehead.

Provide a safe place.

Ensure they are not detected and eliminated the moment they spawn.

"I am not yet strong, so I must proceed cautiously step by step."

Lawson silently vowed to himself, "When I am strong enough, I will plunder the entire world!"

(End of this chapter)