The United States is currently in the midst of a presidential election to elect its 15th president. The reason Max decided to bring the Lawrence trio today is because today is the day the Republican candidate is campaigning in Springfield.
The Lawrence Three would have wanted to make the issue of slavery in Kansas a presidential election issue, as they figured they would stay in Springfield until the candidates began their campaigns.
And Max’s personal goals are also included here.
Meeting with weapons maker Horace Smith.
I was planning to meet some of the biggest names in American history in St. Louis and Illinois, including Allan Pinkerton.
Of course, the odds of meeting anyone other than Smith, who had a set appointment, weren’t high. But just now, the odds of meeting Allan Pinkerton had increased.
‘There is no better opportunity to promote Pinkerton than the presidential election.’
Allan Pinkerton must have known that helping future presidents is the shortcut to expanding his business. Even if he loses the presidential election, the connections he has made now will be a powerful force that will lead him into the future.
Marx, who stayed in the Kansas Territory, and Allan Pinkerton, who stretched out against the Union.
‘If I don’t close this gap, I’ll be the one getting eaten.’
Max told the agents.
“I’m not that kind of person, so I’ll keep it a secret from Alan.”
Even with his gun pointed at them, Max does not take an overbearing stance. Rather, like his fellow Pinkertons, he covers up their mistakes.
After a brief moment of deliberation, the agents nodded slightly and disappeared into the room.
‘Well then, shall we finish the revenge of Imaksan?’
Max climbed up onto the roof of the guest room again.
Cullen Baker was shot in the leg and back.
No matter how much you wiggle, it seems difficult to get off the roof.
Max’s heart was already seething with anger as memories of Mt. Imak overlapped.
For a Joseon slave, coming to California after many twists and turns was not the beginning of hope, but rather the beginning of a nightmare.
Outlaws, racists, and slave traders.
In particular, this guy named Cullen Baker was a guy who used sweet words to lure Orientals, and he and his men raped women and even killed crippled Chinese people for fun.
The face of the man who was happy at that time remained clearly in Lee Mak-san’s memory and was passed on to Max.
His hat was blown away by the wind and was nowhere to be seen, and Cullen was lying on the floor, swaying.
Now she was scratching the roof with her fingernails as if trying to get away from the man who was approaching her.
‘What kind of restraint do you have for me!’
A bitter sneer appeared on Max’s face.
Max, who had cast a shadow over Cullen’s body, brought his scarf-covered face in front of his eyes and whispered quietly.
“If you’ve had a great time, you should have days like this too. Don’t you think so?”
“You bastard. Why are you doing this to me when you’re not even a nigger?”
“If this body wants revenge.”
Cullen Baker’s eyes fluttered as Max lowered his scarf.
“…… Lord, I thought you were dead···!”
“You can’t be sure until you see it with your own eyes. Anyway, where’s the contract you wrote back then?”
Coolen Baker quirked a corner of his mouth.
“Haha. That’s what you were aiming for… You… will never find it….”
Max pulled out a Bowie knife and plunged the blade into Cullen Baker’s leg.
“Eww!”
As he poked at the gunshot wound, the pain was so intense that Cullen twisted his body like a flapping live fish.
“I’m going to find John Crenshaw anyway. So tell me a lie about where the contract is.”
“Hey, you devil bastard. Kyaak!”
Cullen changed his words three times, even under terrible torture. One of them may be true, or they may all be lies. But isn’t it better than searching blindly?
Knock knock. Boom.
Knock knock. Knock knock.
The screams on the rooftop didn’t reach the cabin, but the passengers were on edge, listening to Cullen’s struggles.
And after a while.
I could also see someone falling outside the window.
“Finally… it looks like our agents have taken care of the thief. Everyone, rest assured… and have a pleasant trip.”
To minimize the incident, Cullen Baker was disguised as a thief, and the two agents went around from the first car to the last car, reassuring the passengers.
Max’s body, which had returned to his seat, was thickly covered in the smell of blood. Joe Jim Jr., who was sitting across from him, asked.
“The agents are going around to collect the items. Thank you for your hard work, Captain.”
“Oh. But.”
Max looked at Colin, who was sleeping peacefully with his face covered by his hat.
He lifts his hat slightly and drool starts to drip from the corner of his mouth.
‘This human is truly a strange species.’
Max laughed and sat down, asking.
“What about the ones who fainted?”
“Colin said to just clean up roughly···.”
He said he was thrown out of the train.
*
Springfield, the capital of Illinois.
As soon as they arrived at the station, the Pinkerton agents who had completed their mission glared at Max as he got off the train and whispered. The topic of conversation was his identity.
“What the hell are you doing···.”
“He killed five of them by himself. His gun skills are also good. In my opinion···.”
“How does it look?”
The tall agent continued, staring at Max.
“It’s obvious he’s either a Texas Ranger or a former military member.”
“Maybe the California Rangers?”
“Yes. But you’re friends with Alan? What does that mean? It means he’s going to be joining Pinkerton soon.”
“Oh. I didn’t think of that.”
Allan Pinkerton was already very enthusiastic about hiring. If there was someone capable of handling five people, it would be worth hiring them even if it meant offering them a ridiculous salary.
“I think it would be better for us to go find Alan first.”
“What should I go and say?”
“No matter how hard you try to keep the passengers’ mouths shut, the train company and Allen will find out. So you have to report the truth. But you have to deny any connection with that bastard Cullen Baker. He said he would cover this up.”
“Hmm. Then I’ll write a report to the train company, and you go and tell Alan.”
After the division of duties was over, the tall agent hired a horse from the stagecoach and headed toward Allan Pinkerton.
After leaving the Springfield train station, Max and his party headed to their destination, the Republican Convention Hall.
The cityscape was Lawrence’s future. Carriages and horses came and went on the wide boulevards, and buildings were two or three stories high rather than one story, built close together.
“But I didn’t notice it on the train, but when you two are walking around like that, you know it looks really suspicious?”
“……”
Max and Junior wear hats pulled down low and their faces covered with scarves.
Colin looked it over and clicked his tongue.
“Max, you’re a rare species, so that’s understandable, but Junior… you’re the same.”
Illinois is where the Illinois Indians lived. However, due to wars between Indian tribes and being pushed out by white people, they fled to other places. Thus, the Illinois Indians only left behind the name Illinois.
In any case, it was clear that even here in Springfield, Max and Junior were a rare species that could be found panning for gold in the stream.
As we approached the convention hall, we noticed more picketers and chanters. Some were shouting Republican presidential campaign slogans.
“Free soil! Free labor! Free press! Free Fremont!”
Compared to the Republican Party, the Democratic Party is simple and clear.
James Buchanan’s slogan was “We’ll win again.”
It was the confidence, or arrogance, of the Democratic Party that ignored the shit that was being done by current President Franklin Pierce.
What’s interesting is that Illinois, a liberal state, also has a lot of Democratic supporters.
The Republican Party, formed by defectors from the Whig and Democratic parties, was as unpopular as its short history.
By the time Max and his party arrived at the convention hall.
A familiar voice was heard.
“These unscrupulous slave owners are making Kansas a bloodbath by using Border Ruffians! If we are to punish them for their wickedness, we must win this election! Let us show by our votes what we believe to be right, clear, and worthy!”
Andrew Leader’s voice was hoarse from all the speaking he had done.
But perhaps because there were so many people listening, he seemed more passionate than ever.
Colin grumbled, finding it ridiculous.
“Even if you hide, you’re still standing tall on the platform. If the Border Ruffians see you, they’ll drool. Is this some kind of trick to get you to shoot quickly?”
“But I don’t see any other people.”
Junior looked around and said.
Governor Charles and Congressman Lane were nowhere to be seen.
“When you two are finished, bring the leader to me.”
“okay.”
Colin and Junior made their way through the crowd early and took their places near the leader.
Max, left alone, waited in a corner with his arms folded for the speech to end.
And a middle-aged man who had been watching him opened his mouth while touching his bushy beard.
“You killed five slave hunters by yourself, right?”
“Yes. But… don’t you know anything?”
“How would I know, with that scarf wrapped around your face? You don’t even know your name?”
“…… yes.”
The man, who was a train agent, frowned.
– Don’t ask for anything you can’t handle.
– I guarantee you, no one knows him better than I do.
‘That guy was a total conman.’
When the agent curses inwardly.
“Did you see the fight yourself?”
“…… No. I didn’t see that. However, his gun-drawing skills were amazing.
“Hmm. Anyway, that guy is looking for me.”
Allan Pinkerton, Chicago’s first detective.
He was interested in an unknown man.
but.
‘I wonder if he just got lucky or if he’s a crazy guy who’s obsessed with the roof of the train. We’ll have to find out.’
Moreover, he tried to find out why they were approaching him.
Alan called in three agents.
And then he gave one instruction.
“I’ll give ten dollars to whoever takes off that man’s scarf. But you must never use a gun or knife, and you must never reveal our identity.”
“All right!”
‘It’s sturdy.’
Allan Pinkerton smiled as he watched the sturdy backs of the retreating agents.
But it didn’t take long for that smile to turn to astonishment.
‘What did I just see!’
After a few flailing of feet and hands, three people fell out in an instant. Furthermore, when they were told to take off their scarves, the agents held onto their trouser legs and hung on.
What’s even more disconcerting is…
The fact that they were coming towards Allen with one of their agents in front, with a gun on his back.
‘……’
This is the first time.
Have you ever wanted to run away somewhere…
Allan Pinkerton stood there blankly, staring at the approaching man.
He still had his face covered with a scarf.
< I want to run away > End
< It's not time yet >
The sharp tip of a Bowie Knight sword was pressed against the spine of the hostage in front. The sensation was terrifying and effective in controlling the hostage’s actions.
‘Allan Pinkerton, you tested me.’
Max approached Alan, glaring at him with his mouth half open.
Pinkerton is a two-faced organization.
Until the Civil War, that route wasn’t bad.
Because he fought in the free northern army and was active in the emancipation of slaves.
The problem is after the Civil War.
During the Gilded Age, Pinkerton stood by Vanderbilt, Rockefeller, Carnegie, and Morgan and took the lead in oppressing workers.
What is questionable in the face of conflicting historical assessments is the true nature of the man named Allan Pinkerton.
Whether he was an opportunist or had other reasons, no one knew.
A round face, bald forehead and bushy beard.
The only difference was that the black and white was changed to color, but Marx, who was very interested in Pinkerton, naturally knew Allan Pinkerton’s face.
But Max pretended not to know and spoke.
“Did you order it?”
“……First, let’s release our employees.”
“employee?”
Alan opened his mouth, frowning.
“I am Allan Pinkerton.”
“…… oh!”
Max’s eyes open wide in surprise, but a deep smile is on his lips hidden by the scarf.
Max, having retrieved the Bowie knife, politely released the hostage.
“I did this because I was curious about your true identity… I’m sorry.”
“Rather, I feel sorry. If I had known you were a Pinkerton employee, I would have acted more appropriately.”
‘right?’
A small twitch occurred at the corner of Alan’s eye.
But rather than being angry, I was desperately curious about the other person’s identity.
But at this time.
“How on earth did you know where I was!?”
Andrew Leader runs through the crowd to Max. His eyes are already moist, as if he had just been reunited with his long-lost family.
“How long has it been! I was planning on going back anyway, why did you go through all the trouble to come all the way here, Sheriff Max!”
It’s been a while since he quit being sheriff and he’s still doing this.
Andrew Leader showed his delight by grabbing her hand. And Allan Pinkerton’s pupils, who were watching, shook.
‘Sheriff Max? Could that be Sheriff Lawrence?’
As the head of a detective agency, Alan was building a database by scraping newspaper articles related to crime.
What caught Sheriff Lawrence’s attention was a murder case by a group of men posing as members of the American Party.
[Sheriff Lawrence solves murders in Delaware and Baldwin. The perpetrators are identified as young Missouri men posing as members of the American and Free Soil parties.]
What makes this case interesting is the meticulousness of the criminals.
Pretending to be a party member to promote the party.
Find out the structure of the village and find a target.
Avoid suspicion by leaving a gap of up to a week before committing a crime.
Catching such a mastermind is never easy. If the same pattern hadn’t appeared several times, it would not have even been outlined.
Intrigued, Alan began looking for articles related to Sheriff Lawrence, who caught the culprit.
But even though he was involved in every major incident in Kansas, the information was fragmentary. Feeling thirsty, Allen instructed one of his employees to gather information.
It was like collecting words and then digging up the back.
And just two weeks ago, that employee handed over an unbelievable report.
[Name: Max Joe.
Occupation: He was the first sheriff of Lawrence, but after resigning he became the leader of the Jayhawks.
Career: Killed the Five Joaquin’s Gang.
12 Border Ruffians killed.
