– The remaining one···.
– Jump and fly kick. Crack the head, done. It’ll take about 10 seconds.
– Wow, you’re just picturing it in your head?
While the members were talking for a long time.
The Mexican camp, unable to hold back, made a bold decision. They chose to charge while waiting for the reload time.
“Die!”
Bang! Bang!
puck!
The two camps clashed with guns and swords.
As the battle continued, with gunfire and bloodshed, Max spoke to his men.
“Now is the time for us to intervene.”
Max and about thirty men approached from behind, while five men watched for defectors with rifles.
As we were closing the distance like that.
Max could see a figure slowly slipping out of the tent.
‘Hoopang, you little rat.’
Leaving his comrades behind, the bastard tries to run away alone.
Today’s goal is to annihilate both camps.
Max shouted at his men.
“Remove them all.”
“Old story!”
As soon as the answer is finished, the team rushes towards the tent.
“What, what is it!”
People were confused by the sudden appearance of troops.
Bang! Bang!
Colin approaches, shooting his gun.
Led by him, the men fired their guns at both camps.
Baleras, who was caught in Max’s fishing line, had a hole drilled in his forehead without even being able to put up a proper fight.
In an instant, both camps were annihilated, and the only one left was Hou Pang, who was captured while trying to escape.
He pleaded with Max, who was aiming a gun at him with an urgent look in his eyes.
“Why are you doing this to us Orientals, Yi Mak-san? Since ancient times, the Qing and Joseon were like brothers.”
As Max laughed, Houpang quickly continued speaking.
“Our people will come soon. Then I will give you a seat. You don’t have to be a slave to white people. You are an Oriental! A proud Korean!”
“They say Koreans have no pride.”
“That’s just a rumor. Honestly, I had planned to do something with you in the future. If you don’t know, doing business won’t compare to what you’re earning now···!”
As he spoke, Houpang’s eyes shook like crazy.
He quickly moved his head left and right, scanning the troops gathering one after another. Fear, terror, and then a vulgar look in his eyes.
Houpang knelt down and began to beg.
“Please spare me! I don’t need money. I can give you more! If you need a woman, I can give you one. And I can do the job better than this Korean bastard. I’m also good at fighting, so I’ll definitely be of help to you. I’m not like those Koreans who only know how to shoot guns!”
Max said sarcastically.
“If you’re coming to a foreign land, you should at least learn how to speak, Inma. Why can’t you speak a word of English? Begging requires communication.”
Houpang glared at Max, who seemed to be the easiest of the bunch.
“Isn’t it too much of a comparison to the captain?”
“But what is that kid talking about? He’s talking so hard, even though I can’t understand him.”
Max chuckled at Colin’s words.
“I’m good at fighting.”
“Hoo.”
All the agents’ eyes were focused on Max.
The eyes were filled with mad curiosity about the confrontation between fellow Asians. There was even a guy who was mumbling ‘Fight’ with his mouth.
In my previous life, Kung Fu was criticized as being flashy on the outside but completely useless in real combat. Is it really the same now?
I’m curious about the Hong Ga Kwon that Houpang has mastered.
Among the organizations that will come in the future, there will definitely be those who have learned martial arts. It wouldn’t be a bad idea for the agents to keep an eye on it.
Max approached Hoofang and spoke to him.
“Hupang. The white people said that if I fight them and win, they’ll let me live?”
As if he was holding onto a rope, Houpang looked at the white people.
Anyway, Joseon person Lee Mak-san is just a servant of white people.
Since ancient times, bells have been something that can be replaced when they become useless.
If you show your ability, you can take that position. The decision makers are the white people in front of you.
The look in Hupang’s eyes changed as he got up from his seat.
He takes a stance as if he is going to devour Max.
“Ugh! You’re the one who’s going to die today, you Korean slave bastard.”
Houpang performed the dazzling moves and waved his hands, taking advantage of Max’s opening.
Even though Max didn’t take any particular stance, Houpang’s movements were extremely lively.
But the members must have seen something in this splendor, and exclamations could be heard.
“Oh, this is no joke.”
“Wow, what is that? Isn’t that dangerous, Captain?”
‘Are these guys crazy?’
As Max’s eyes fluttered, Houpang closed the distance and stabbed him in the chest with his left hand.
Max slapped the fist away with the back of his hand and grabbed the wrist. At the same time, he pressed his body against Hu Fang’s shoulder and pulled him towards him. At this time, he lifted his right knee and pushed down the left arm that was holding his wrist and shoulder.
Hot.
There was a sound of bones breaking. Along with this, Hu Fang’s left arm was bent at an odd angle.
“Kwaaaaak!”
Houpang screams, holding his flailing arm.
Max kicked him in the face with his foot, causing him to be pushed back and fall to the ground.
‘It all came down to this in just one move.’
Pain and humiliation.
There is only one choice left.
“Die, you son of a bitch!”
Houpang quickly took out the small pistol he had hidden in his bosom.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
“Ugh.”
Bullets pouring down towards Houpang.
Sparks were shooting out from the revolvers in the hands of the agents, and Max also had a revolver in his hand.
Max blew smoke billowing from the muzzle of the gun.
“Do you think I’m the only one hiding it?”
The last thing Hoofang saw was Max’s laughter.
< So it's just a gang > End
< The Ghost of the Dead Murrieta >
The massacre of two gangs east of the mine.
In addition, Hu Fang’s subordinates who were watching the Chinese women in the central tent were all killed after falling for Cha Hong’s trick.
During this process, three madams who managed the prostitutes were also eliminated.
– The madams who forced prostitution and controlled women in California. You never know what they’ll do next, clinging to the next guy who arrives.
In a word, they were women who could not be rehabilitated.
I don’t know how they started, but they were the ones who took the lead in enslaving other women, torturing them and extorting money from them.
A clash between the Chinese Hufan gang and the Mexican gang Ayios Maniras that took place overnight.
The result was total annihilation on both sides.
This shocking news spread throughout the city in an instant.
“Baleras and the gang were wiped out!?”
Sancho Lineras looked stunned and shocked.
“They attacked the Chinese with an allied gang, and ended up fighting each other and being wiped out.”
“Does that make sense?”
“I don’t know how far the company security got involved, but everyone thought they had it wrapped up. Anyway, this incident has made people afraid of the company security.”
“It’s company expenses···.”
Sancho, chewing his lips, recalled the face of Valeras who had come to see him a few days ago.
He said he would bring me the oriental man’s head, but in the end, my life was lost.
“You idiot. I advised you not to do that.”
I should have been more proactive in stopping it.
‘No, if that’s the case, you should have stopped him from getting involved in a gang in the first place. We both knew that this is how it would end up.’
He identified himself with the ghost of the dead Murrieta, but in the end, he could not escape the same fate.
Sancho, with a bitter expression, was unable to speak for a while.
‘Was that Asian guy involved?’
No matter how stupid I was, it was hard to understand that the attackers had been completely wiped out.
“There are no Chinese people who survived, right?”
“No. Only the guys who worked as miners died, and a few survived. Most of the women are alive, too.”
“Then, find out some information about those surviving men.”
“Why? Are you trying to get revenge on Valeras?”
“Why are you seeking revenge on a guy who was greedy for other people’s stuff? It’s just for the future. If there’s a dangerous Chinese kid alive, shouldn’t you be prepared in advance?”
Sancho Linares, who takes care of his colleagues by looking for work and sometimes even giving his share.
It was all thanks to Sancho that I was able to live as a proper human being and not as a gangster.
“I’m going to investigate the Asian kids. Gather information without getting caught.”
Even though their relationship was horizontal, Sancho was regarded as a leader by his companions. They began to scout out the Chinese tents in the city center.
Max’s office inside the fortress.
It took two full days for the Kansas Territorial Judge and Auditor to examine and finalize the case.
[Mining company ends clash between Chinese and Mexican gangs]
This is the headline of the newspapers in the mining town of Juntu.
They were reporters I had known since Lawrence, so Max and I got along well.
It’s like they can figure out Max’s intentions just by looking at his eyes. They spared no effort in highlighting the company security guards’ activities, instilling fear in lawbreakers and a sense of security in ordinary people.
“I’m thinking of adding more job openings this time.”
“Oh, just speak! The ground is overflowing!”
Max feeds newspapers by advertising construction workers and real estate for rent.
The editors’ mouths were wide open when they heard that they were adding more here.
“Write it down carefully. The recruitment group is experts and skilled workers in finance, steel, clothing, firearms, and food manufacturing. Also, professors and experts in chemistry and physics. Finally, one school teacher who can teach English.”
“…….That much?”
“What, this is all we have. There will be more in the future.”
Recruiting talents from various fields means doing business related to them.
What on earth could Max be doing near the gold mine? The editors tilted their heads.
“By the way, the Juneteenth Tribune newspaper ran an article about Utah a while back. Do you have any follow-up articles?”
“Oh, a Mormon article?”
Jamie Orwell, editor of the Tribune newspaper, said it was an honor to read his article and smiled proudly.
“I have something in mind. We sent troops in response to the last civilian attack, but it’s winter and we’re at a standstill. The problem is that the soldiers are surrounded by Mormons and it’s hard to get out.”
Relations between the federal government and the Mormon Church (The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints) are getting worse by the day.
From the beginning, polygamous Mormons could not get along with Christians like oil and water.
Because of this, just like the Indians, the Mormons fled west to escape persecution, finally settling in Salt Lake City in Utah Territory.
But a few months ago.
To be exact, it was around the time that Max discovered gold that a massacre of civilians heading to California on the Oregon Trail occurred near a mountain in Utah called Meadows.
120 adults were killed and only 17 children under the age of seven survived in a horrific incident later recorded as the “Mountain Meadow Massacre.”
President James Buchanan used this massacre as an excuse to send in the military to eradicate the Mormons.
The problem was that the supply lines in Utah Territory, in the far west, were not easy. To make matters worse, winter came and the unprepared army had no choice but to retreat in the face of Mormon militia.
Although the conflict was stalemate throughout the winter, some prisoners and soldiers were trapped in the Rocky Mountains by Mormons.
Orwell, the editor of the Juntu Tribune, had recently published an editorial about a series of events.
“I was planning to cover Washington’s reaction in a follow-up article.”
“I’d like to hear it in advance, is that okay?”
Orwell checked with the other editors, but they all seemed uninterested in the Utah and Mormon stories.
“Ahem. Since the direction of the article is an editorial, I will start by stating that it is my subjective interpretation.”
Orwell offered his own speculations.
“I think what the President is worried about now is the relationship between this gold mine and the Mormons. If the timing were coincidentally right and there were no clashes with the military, it wouldn’t be strange for the Mormons to have their eyes on the mine.”
“I guess so.”
“So President Buchanan will do whatever it takes to keep this place free from Mormon influence. One way is to station troops here, or else he can use this place to pressure Mormons.”
According to the original history, the federal government confronted the Mormons and eventually made a treaty. The condition was that the Mormons would be left alone, but the federal government would send officials such as governors and Supreme Court justices.
On the surface, it seems like a satisfactory negotiation for both parties.
The Mormons claimed victory, and the president was able to appoint federal officials to the Utah Territory.
However, immediately after the agreement was concluded, the media began to criticize the president by publishing articles titled ‘James Buchanan’s Mistake’.
The point was that he had wasted money by sending troops without sufficient research on Utah. Furthermore, he criticized his incompetence by highlighting the fact that he had sent the expeditionary force when winter was approaching and that supplies were not supplied smoothly.
This incident caused the House of Representatives of the federal government to change to Republicans. The Mormon incident was a tectonic shift in the political world.
After the editors left, Max sat at his desk, deep in thought.
‘The important thing is to have this city completely in my hands.’
So far, we’ve held up well, but what if John Geary is fired using the Mormon incident as an excuse and the President intervenes?
The activities of mining companies are bound to be curtailed.
If they found excessive monopoly, they could also use the card of forcing the sale of mines or city land.
‘Should I strike first or wait?’
According to the original history, the Colorado mines were discovered two years later in 1859, after negotiations between the federal government and the Mormons and peace was established.
However, Marx’s intervention brought the gold rush forward to a point where the conflict between the two sides reached its peak.
It was completely unpredictable how the Mormons and the Washington government would react.
‘I guess I could make a deal with the President over the Mormon incident.’
But what does a Korean named Lee Mak-san have to do with Mormonism? Max shook his head.
‘I need to consult with the governor first.’
Governor John Geary, who had said he would stay here throughout the winter, returned to his office in Lecompton.
The same goes for Lawrence.
Charles, Lane, and even Holiday had all left the fort and were working in their own bases.
Anyway, I’m going to transport the gold that’s been accumulating.
‘I guess Lawrence should stop by while I’m at it.’
As Max was thinking about this and that, he felt a presence in the office.
dripping.
The door opened and a man and a woman came in.
Cha Hong and Yang Yan. Cha Hong’s face was covered in fatigue, as if he had been busy for a few days.
“As you said, everything is taken care of. Only the two of us know about this incident, everyone else thinks he was killed by Mexican gangs.”
“Thank you for your hard work. As I said, the job is construction work. You’ll be able to start soon.”
“Thank you. And by the way, a Hispanic guy came to see us. He asked me one thing.”
“What did you ask?”
Cha Hong continued speaking hesitantly.
“Is the Asian guy who killed Five Joaquins still alive?”
“What’s your name?”
“Sancho Linares. He said he had nothing to do with gangs, and it seemed like he really did.”
Yang Yan, who was watching Max’s expression, asked quietly.
“But… you’re the one who killed Five Joakins, right? There were rumors going around in California that an Asian killed him.”
“That’s right. That guy named Murieta killed a lot of us Chinese people. That’s why everyone thought of that Asian guy as a hero.”
