Cornwall

"Damn it, Dutch Van der Linde, I don't believe he can be this cunning! Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!!"

Mr. Cornwall's roar echoed through the dense forest, startling the birds into flight.

The news of Annesburg and Cornwall tar being occupied had reached his ears, and the one who delivered the news was none other than Camille Morgan.

However, the messenger would certainly not say that Ms. Camille had instructed them to deliver it, so even if Mr. Cornwall was captured by the Van der Linde Gang, Ms. Camille would not have any problems.

As a junior member trained by the Morgan Family, and a future core controller, hedging her bets was a necessary strategy.

She placed a bet with Mr. Van der Linde to rapidly develop the West, and also placed a bet with Mr. Cornwall, waiting for Mr. Cornwall and the Van der Linde Gang to fight each other to a standstill, then she would seize the entire flourishing West and both parties' wealth, using this as a merit to completely take over the core of the Morgan Group.

If she could completely secure the West without alarming the Eastern capital, then she could smoothly take over the Morgan Family and become the next controller of the Group.

Ms. Camille believed that in terms of strategizing, she was second to none. Her only fear was that Dutch Van der Linde would not play by the rules and would use coercive force to eliminate the Morgan Family and take over all the profits.

In that case, their head-on confrontation would inevitably attract the covetous gaze of those Eastern capitalists, causing those wolves and tigers to come and get a piece of the pie.

However, none of this was something Mr. Cornwall could consider.

At this moment, Mr. Cornwall was enraged to the extreme. He was pacing furiously up and down in the military camp, cursing all of Van der Linde's family members.

Colonel Favors sat silently in the military camp, his eyes slightly narrowed, lost in thought.

On the other hand, the soldiers walking around began to whisper among themselves.

"Hey, did you hear what Cornwall was shouting just now? He seemed to be calling Mr. Van der Linde!" The conversation behind Captain Monroe's tent caught his attention, making him turn his head slightly to listen.

Now that the Indians had left on their own, there was no need for these officers to drive them away, so he wasn't targeted.

"Oh, damn it, he actually dared to insult Mr. Van der Linde! Damn bastard, I was planning to join Mr. Van der Linde after I retired!" Another soldier cursed through gritted teeth, his voice even getting a bit loud.

"Fuck! Compared to Mr. Van der Linde, this damned Cornwall is simply disgusting! And that damned Colonel Favors, I wonder how much money he took from that Cornwall dog! Damn it, he's raking in cash, but our lives are still so miserable!"

Another soldier was even more enraged, cursing his own superior in his fury.

"Hmph! Of course, Favors isn't a good guy. The Indians just called him a deserter, and he wanted to slaughter them all, even blocking them here for almost a year! Damn it, what good is this guy except for flaunting his rank? A fat, useless pig!"

The more the soldiers talked, the angrier they became, the more excited they became, and the more people gathered around.

If they weren't afraid of becoming wanted criminals for killing Colonel Favors, they would probably have mutinied by now.

Meanwhile, Cornwall, who had been cursing Mr. Van der Linde, finally let out a heavy breath and slowly stopped.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the rage on his face was almost uncontrollable.

"Damn Dutch Van der Linde, he's absolutely audacious! Reckless! Colonel Favors, when dealing with such damned bandits, I believe you have much more experience than I do!"

Mr. Cornwall walked back into the military tent and slowly spoke to Colonel Favors, who was sitting behind the table.

His face was filled with malice and hatred, and his eyes were full of murderous intent. He gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "I want the Van der Linde Gang to be completely annihilated! I want to skin that beast Dutch Van der Linde and hang him on a tree trunk to dry!

Colonel Favors, I've given you a lot of money, and now I've been robbed on your territory. I think you need to give me a sincere explanation!"

Mr. Cornwall was not afraid of Colonel Favors. A Colonel in New Hanover was nothing. Cornwall was the one who dealt directly with the New Hanover state government; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to easily bring such an army to pressure the Indians.

As for the New Hanover mines and tar factories, they were only a part of his enterprises. As a Western magnate, his businesses actually spanned the entire West.

For example, the Howling Wolf Gang in New Austin had his shares behind it. But even so, this time he suffered heavy losses! The most profitable tar factory was directly stolen, which made him furious.

Regarding Mr. Cornwall's threat, Colonel Favors's eyes narrowed slightly, then he said, "Mr. Cornwall, our purpose here is not to help you fight the Van der Linde Gang, but for this oil land. As for the dollars you gave me back then, that was the payment for this operation itself. There is no such thing as bribery, and I hope you can clarify the relationship next time you speak, so as not to cause misunderstandings."

Listening to Colonel Favors's words, Mr. Cornwall almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Fuck! This opportunistic bastard! Damned animal!

Mr. Cornwall's eyes were bloodshot, staring intently at Colonel Favors.

And Colonel Favors met his gaze without any panic.

After a long stare, Mr. Cornwall finally said hatefully, "Very well, Colonel Favors, very well! Ten thousand dollars, I want the lives of everyone in the Van der Linde Gang!"

Colonel Favors calmly took a sip of his drink and said indifferently, "Ten thousand dollars per life."

"Fuck! This is robbery! This is opportunistic robbery! No one's life is worth that price! You damned bastard!" Mr. Cornwall cursed, seething with rage.

But Colonel Favors was in no hurry; he just quietly watched Mr. Cornwall without speaking.

After Mr. Cornwall raged for a long time, he finally calmed down again, looking at Colonel Favors with sinister eyes: "One hundred thousand dollars, I want the lives of everyone in the Van der Linde Gang!"

"Deal!"