Mad

"Sheriff Dunbar, they're all quitting, so we're quitting too!"

"Yes, Sheriff Dunbar, this battle is completely unnecessary. We might as well just follow Mr. Van der Linde to Valentine. Not only can we save our lives, but we can also get high pay."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dunbar, I, I, I have failed your nurturing!"

While Mr. Milton hadn't yet recovered from his shock and pain, Sheriff Dunbar was already causing more trouble.

A group of police officers surrounded Sheriff Dunbar, tears streaming down their faces. Some felt they had let Sheriff Dunbar down, while others felt Sheriff Dunbar had let them down.

Why did Mr. Van der Linde, an outlaw, offer such high wages to his subordinates, while they, who risked their lives every day, received such low pay?

Compared to that, they might as well quit now and follow Mr. Van der Linde to Valentine to be porters!

People do not suffer from scarcity, but from inequality.

In the past, when they didn't have this treatment, no one felt any difference, but now that others have put the treatment in their faces, just waiting for them to switch jobs, who could still hold back?

Sheriff Dunbar's face was ashen. His gaze swept over the group of police officers in front of him, then settled on Dutch beside him, filled with anger and hostility.

"Mr. Van der Linde, is this your idea? Using trains to transport Blackwater residents, using wages to make them work under you, and thus taking Blackwater without losing a single soldier!

Sh*t! I tell you, it's not that easy!"

Dutch's face immediately darkened. He looked around, seeing expectant eyes, then spread his hands and shouted to the crowd.

"Oh, no, no, no! Mr. Dunbar, I feel your statement is very problematic.

First, my original intention in coming here was only one: I couldn't bear to see the people of Blackwater mercilessly slaughtered by gang members.

Second, I don't need this scheme to take Blackwater without losing a single soldier!

To tell you the truth, Mr. Dunbar, the army of my Van der Linde Gang is not something your mere Blackwater can resist!

Just as I once said, Dunbar, the American capitalists have taken all the wealth of the American people, and I am merely returning one-tenth of that wealth to them!

Is it righteous to work for you, but despicable to work for me? I tell you, Sheriff Dunbar, there is no such logic in America!

I am willing to share the profits, I am willing to give all of them a happy life, I am unwilling to exploit them and make them live a painful life for more profit.

Therefore, all American capitalists, all congressmen and senators, and even the American President, cannot stand on the moral high ground and suppress me in the slightest!

Because I am far greater than them!"

These words should have been directed at Sheriff Dunbar, but Dutch was facing the group of police officers, Pinkerton Detectives, and even the people on the street in front of him.

What should have been a confrontation between the two was forcibly turned by Dutch into a speech. His speech was hoarse, his speech was indignant, he spoke of the essence of America, and he spoke of his inner self.

His words were deafening, making the bodies of the surrounding crowd tremble.

Because everything Dutch said was the truth, only weakening his identity as a bandit and strengthening the baseness of those capitalists.

Using the 'Spring and Autumn' brushwork to highlight what he wanted to highlight, reduce what he wanted to reduce, and skillfully weave the lies he wanted using various truths, thereby greatly improving people's perception of him.

Without lies, there would be no exposure. If he didn't mention his own faults, everyone would naturally forget. Because all hostility was directed at American capitalists.

"So, this is Mr. Dutch Van der Linde? So he's not a bad guy?"

"Definitely! Oh, sh*t, do you know about the orphanage in Blackwater that closed down a while ago? Do you know why the orphanage closed down? Actually, the main reason that orphanage was able to operate in Blackwater was that there was always a man named Tacitus who donated to the orphanage!

And Mr. Van der Linde's alias for collecting letters outside is Tacitus! Now do you know why?"

"Oh, sh*t! So that's it, so that's it! Mr. Van der Linde is so great! Damn it, in comparison, those capitalists who only oppress us aren't even human!"

A group of people were discussing animatedly.

It is well known that people always like to invent small lies for people or things they like to create a grand image for them, thereby highlighting their good judgment or high quality. This is no exception now.

The crowd's chatter grew more and more chaotic, gradually taking on a different flavor.

Some words that shouldn't have been attributed to Dutch were also attributed to him.

For example, some said that Sheriff Dunbar was actually Mr. Van der Linde's son, that he passed by a tavern in Blackwater when he was five years old...

For example, some said that Mr. Milton was actually a lackey of the capitalists, and the reason they arrested Mr. Van der Linde was because Mr. Van der Linde robbed those damned capitalists...

And for example, some said that the day Lincoln died was the day Mr. Van der Linde was born, so...

The crowd's chatter almost made Sheriff Dunbar die of anger!

"Enough! Dutch Van der Linde! Stop your foolish tricks! Your damned ideals are as ridiculous as a clown in a theater! No one will believe anything you say! You are just an outlaw, a murderer!"

Sheriff Dunbar roared, his eyes fixed on Dutch. No matter how luxuriously he was dressed now, no matter how many people surrounded him, he could still smell the madness on Dutch Van der Linde!

That madness that had not changed from beginning to end!!!

"Hmph hmph hmph ha ha ha ha…" Dutch laughed heartily, almost to the point of tears.

He spread his hands, turned in a circle, looked around, and his laughter grew wilder.

"Sheriff Dunbar, ha ha ha, Sheriff Dunbar! Look around you, Sheriff. I don't know what you mean by madness!

If providing these people with food and warm clothing, giving them a happy life free from worry, and giving them the right to free education can be considered madness, then compared to me, compared to them, you are the maddest one!

Or are you saying that the oppression of those capitalists is normal, that the bullying of those damned congressmen is normal, or that their exploitation of the people's wealth, causing countless child laborers to die of exhaustion in factories, is normal?!!!

Mr. Dunbar, if they oppress you, if they use you, if they don't give you the treatment you deserve, and you think that's normal, then you are truly mad!"

Dutch's words were pearls of wisdom, cutting into Sheriff Dunbar's heart like a knife, one after another, as if to condemn his very soul.

America at this stage is extremely distorted. In fact, not only America, but every capitalist country at this stage is incredibly distorted, and all people at the bottom are caught up in it, unable to see the illusion.

Including these police officers and soldiers, they still believe they are maintaining national security and the lives of the people, but they do not consider that what they are maintaining are distorted nations and internal maggots bloated from sucking blood!