Developments

However, unlike the American West, where competition was less intense, Ambarino completely cut off communication between the East and West, making it impossible for Easterners to abandon their comfortable lives in the East to develop the remote and difficult West. But they could travel along the coast to Mexico to compete for interests.

Given Mr. Cornwall's scale, he was truly insignificant in Mexico, as most of the capital involved there belonged to established imperialist powers, and even current capitalists from the American East found it difficult to gain significant interests there.

As for Cornwall from the West, along with his so-called Western tycoons, they were even more ridiculous here.

The Van der Linde Gang might have seen Mr. Cornwall as a mayfly trying to shake a tree before, but Mr. Cornwall saw the true capital of the East as looking up at the clear sky. And the American East's capital was still completely outmatched by the capital of the British Empire.

So, putting Mr. Cornwall, the Western tycoon, in Mexico, in reality, others saw him no differently than he saw those trashy gang members.

But even so, the force they gathered in Mexico was still a powerful one in the West.

Mr. Cornwall sat on the ship with a gloomy expression, his gaze fixed on the prepared invitations. He gritted his teeth and said, "Send out these invitations! That damned Dutch Van der Linde and those damned Pinkerton Detectives! Both of them are targeting me!

Good, very good!

Then I'll show you my true methods, Leviticus Cornwall!"

Mr. Cornwall's face was so dark it was almost black, but his tone was far from the previous furious intensity. Instead, it was a suppressed, extremely calm and cold anger, like the quiet before a storm.

He was enraged! He was absolutely furious!

He wanted to show these damned Western gangs what a true Western tycoon's methods were!

The Van der Linde Gang, along with gangs from near Mexico, totaling over 1,200 people, would land directly in Saint Denis in half a month and gun down that damned Dutch Van der Linde, that bastard who deserved to go to hell!

Although he hadn't truly thrown that madman Dutch Van der Linde into the sea yet, Mr. Cornwall's imagination had already made him feel extremely pleased.

Perhaps this was a typical gentleman's method, always liking to find excuses to comfort himself mentally, and succeeding in doing so.

Mr. Cornwall's face had just been as gloomy as water, but now it had become clear and bright, full of contentment.

It wasn't that his mental victory method had succeeded, but rather that he had managed to connect with the Morgan Family through that damned bastard, Dutch Van der Linde.

For Miss Camille, Dutch Van der Linde was truly not an easy person to control; his madness even terrified Miss Camille internally.

Of course, the most important thing was Dutch Van der Linde's reputation in the West, which greatly frightened these capitalists.

Moreover, Dutch Van der Linde was completely different from those Eastern capitalists. Those people might have some 'black hands' under them, but not many, because maintaining them was a significant expense. But Dutch Van der Linde was completely different; he loved violence, and he loved raising an army!

And he was consciously blocking roads. In just half a year, he had built bunkers around the railway in New Hanover and Lemoyne. He had also recruited at least a thousand gunmen. This kind of military deterrence was very terrifying in America!

She couldn't imagine what kind of monster Dutch Van der Linde would become if given a few years to develop.

Especially the path Dutch Van der Linde was taking, which was completely hostile to theirs!

Dutch Van der Linde's path was to fight capitalists, plunder their money, distribute it among the common people, then expand his forces, increase expenses, and when money was insufficient, go fight capitalists again... This predatory development method was far more brutal than that of the capitalists, and once this war machine started, it couldn't be stopped.

So Miss Camille was almost certain that Dutch Van der Linde would eventually become hostile to them.

Under this foresight, it was perfectly normal for her to bet on both sides.

And Mr. Cornwall's happiness was also due to this.

With the existence and support of the Morgan Family, he could completely occupy Saint Denis after killing Dutch Van der Linde and take over the two large states he left behind, without fear of accountability from the East.

Because the Morgan Family would suppress everything.

Mr. Cornwall stood on the ship, his gaze like a torch, looking at the dark shores around him, and an endless surge of heroic spirit welled up in his heart!

These states of New Hanover and Lemoyne, they belonged to him, Leviticus Cornwall!

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"I think Mexico should belong to our Van der Linde Gang!"

Familiar wooden stakes were placed by a familiar bonfire; the Hope Ranch's evening temperature of a dozen degrees Celsius was just right with the warmth of the bonfire.

Mac was holding a bottle of beer, muttering, which made Hosea, sitting next to him, smile and pat his shoulder.

"Hahaha, Mac, this depends on you, my boy. I believe you will definitely be able to take over Mexico too!"

"No! Hosea, don't you understand yet? Whether we can occupy Mexico doesn't depend on us, but on Mr. Marko, Mr. Randy, and the Wright Brothers! Damn it, their inventions have directly propelled us to the highest level in America!" Mac yelled loudly, praising Marko, who was sitting next to him drinking beer, and affectionately greeting the Wright Brothers by holding their hands.

This damned fellow now understood the importance of technology more than ever; damn it, when he saw batches of Maxim guns and Marko semi-automatic rifles being produced on the Van der Linde Gang's arms production line, he deeply understood Dutch's words.

Civilization is a tide that no one can resist!

"Oh, I think technology and research also can't determine whether we can occupy Mexico, because up until now, the biggest reason we have our current scale is still Dutch.

Dutch... as long as Dutch exists, countless people will fearlessly flock to him!" Marko had now become Dutch's most loyal little fan.

The Wright Brothers nodded vigorously, agreeing wholeheartedly: "Yes, as long as Dutch exists, there will be a continuous stream of people coming to join us, help us, and become us. This is true democracy, this is true attraction!"

"Hahaha, I've always believed that Dutch's existence is our foundation!" Davey laughed heartily.

Bill, nearby, was guzzling from a beer keg; he had been almost driven crazy in Ohio and was now completely letting loose.

"There's a girl in Saint Denis, her thighs are white..."

The girls' singing voices rose from another bonfire, filled with laughter and merriment.

Mary-Beth, Jenny, Karen, Tilly, Sadie, and the newly joined Miss Katherine were all gathered around this small bonfire, singing risqué songs and laughing non-stop.

Their lives during this period were completely that of young ladies; they had endless money, could buy whatever they wanted, and were respected wherever they went, even more so than the noblewomen and young ladies of Saint Denis before. They were like true noblewomen.

But even though these girls robbed, stole, and killed, they were still good people, honest people. They felt very unaccustomed to the flattery and service from outsiders, so most of the time they stayed on the ranch, singing songs, drinking, and learning about inventions from Mr. Marko. Their lives were quite fulfilling.

Nearby, there was a small card table where Lenny, Sean, Kieran, and Javier were playing Texas Hold'em, laughing and having a great time.

And in a nearby shaded area, Mr. Rains Fall, the chief of the Indian tribe, sat with Flying Eagle and Charles, conversing with contented expressions.

The constant worried expressions on Flying Eagle's and Rains Fall's faces had long disappeared; in fact, Rains Fall, that damned fellow, had visibly gained some weight, indicating he had been doing very well recently.

"Chief, how has the tribe been doing lately?" Charles took a sip of beer and asked.

He had been sent out by Dutch to do missions in all directions during this time and rarely had a chance to return and check on them.

"I think it's been very good." Flying Eagle said, looking at his father's noticeably rounded face with a strange expression.

"Oh, don't look at me like that, my son. You can rest assured and work for Mr. Van der Linde outside. The tribe members have been doing very well lately. Mr. Van der Linde provides food, housing, and even tobacco and alcohol, and he never restricts us in any way. Now our tribe can save twenty thousand dollars every month, and I'm afraid it won't be long before we can ask Mr. Van der Linde to buy us a piece of land in New Hanover."

Rains Fall smiled and waved his hand.