September 13, 1900:
This is a day worth remembering.
In the evening, riots broke out in the city's black market. Starting from the Stritch Manstar Manor, the gangsters openly provoked the government and had fierce conflicts with it.
Overnight, the gangsters who had been hiding underground in the city surfaced, and the police from Saint Denis, Pinkerton detectives, etc. were dispatched one after another. After a while, news of a new round of strikes came from Annesburg, which echoes Saint-Denis.
The two types of people, who symbolize barbarism and civilization, can no longer live in harmony. At least in New Hanover, the inevitable war between the two sides has finally arrived.
Dutch caught the last stagecoach out of town on the rue McMaha in the industrial district of Saint-Denis, while John took a side road heading north.
John stopped in front of the tailor shop at the beginning. Further ahead was Stritch's manor. Scattered gunshots continued to be heard from there. He looked at the direction of the manor in a daze, and sometimes he woke up and turned to the revolver. Fill each magazine with one bullet.
A gust of draft blew through the alley, and the bullets collided in the outer pocket of John's windbreaker, making a harsh metal friction sound. Like John's chaotic thoughts, in his subconscious, Dutch's departure placed the responsibility of saving the entire Van der Linde gang on him. On oneself.
He couldn't rush out rashly now, so he hid in the shadow of a ruined building and listened carefully to the changes in the frequency of bullets from both sides. After a fierce exchange of fire, the neighborhood was temporarily quiet. A team of Lemieux withdrew from the fighting area. The soldiers were all disgraced and complained about this and that. When the sound got closer and closer, John tried to mediate in the north. Find useful information in a hodgepodge of Southern accents.
"Just those few unarmed bastards, and the guards are called in. Mr. Mayor, it's too much to make a fuss about." The speaker should be a fat soldier with a big belly. This man stopped to gasp after every two words. .
"Hey, don't talk nonsense. These people are the ones who put a pistol on the mayor's head. And that half-woman Stritch is also a character. These scum have hurt the mayor's eyes for a long time. Now, The task given to us is to capture the few key members of the Vander Gang who escaped, and finally hand them over to the mayor for disposal. Brother, why can't you turn your head around this corner? "
After these victorious soldiers disappeared at the end of the street, John carefully walked out of the shadows, moved along the buildings on the street in the moonlight, and then stopped at the corner not far from the manor.
John poked half his head out and caught a glimpse of several figures walking back and forth in the shadow of the fire. "They may be the ones Lemieux left to guard, and the others must be detained somewhere in the house," thought John, and as he thought further, he thought he must seize this opportunity to rescue his brothers.
He did what he said! John moved among the nurseries in the manor, relying on the unique evening breeze of Saint Denis to cover his small steps. When he looked out from a row of stone piers, he found that he was looking into a pair of eyes! John Without saying a word, he took out a dagger and stabbed the two holes at an alarming speed. It was a clean-shaven face, with blood dripping from the deep eye sockets, and its mouth opened like a squid ring. Unfortunately, there was no Can make a sound. After John finished disposing of the body, he saw two guards wandering in the courtyard. John quickly got into a bush.
"Where is Fuli Howell? Didn't he tell him to guard the outside?"
"He must have gone to smoke his old box of cigars again. This boy just joined the Guards not long ago. He looks quite fair, but unfortunately he has a bad smell."
"I'm giving him an advantage now. When he comes back, give each of his cigarettes a cigarette. The brothers have to keep up their spirits and keep vigil tonight."
The two people walked towards the stone wall and walked through the bushes where John was hiding. If they went around behind the wall, everything that had just happened would be exposed, but now they would be discovered if they were not careful, so they could only Wait and see what happens.
"Fuli is here to stand guard, right? We have to take over his position for a while. We can't be careless looking at the outside."
"Yes, Brother Meyer, I have to go for a while first. It's just behind this wall. If there is any situation, I will be there when you call me. You know I never delay my mission."
"Go quickly, as long as I'm here." The man named Meier replied.
After a while, the sound of water and brisk whistles came from behind the wall, and John stopped being worried.
John held the dagger behind his back, lurked behind Meier, and plunged it deeply into his vest. At the same time, he covered his mouth with his hand. Meier bit the palm of John's hand painfully and whimpered.
"Meier? Meyer! I think you have to come and see this." The whistles from behind the wall stopped, and John took a breath.
"Oh, brother, I can't believe this is Fuli's face, he is beyond recognition!" The man said to the figure who appeared next to him.
"Do you think I look like Meyer?"
"No... no, Mile! Mile! Who are you?"
John's face suddenly darkened: "You have to ask your friend lying on the ground about this."
