TBC COLM

Mr. Van der Linde was overjoyed, personally issuing decrees to urge the military industries in New Hanover and Lemoyne to accelerate production, while also vigorously recruiting various professionals, offering them high salaries and generous benefits.

If they could achieve something, they would also receive great rewards from Mr. Van der Linde!

Mr. Van der Linde had already decided that once ten diesel Tanks were built, he would personally lead a team to Mexico to forcibly sell weapons!

All the warlords in Mexico would be forced to buy Mr. Van der Linde's weapons after being beaten, which would be the happiest moment of their lives!

Under the leadership of Mr. Van der Linde, New Hanover and Lemoyne moved ahead, entering the industrial era before other regions in the West, becoming the rising stars of America.

Meanwhile, Mr. Colm, the one-legged man in West Elizabeth, was still in the backward era of the Western cowboy.

"Cough, cough, cough…"

A series of coughs echoed in the wooden house. Mr. Colm lay on the table, coughing incessantly, his spirit somewhat low.

His eyes were bloodshot, his face was full of exhaustion, and his hands covered his mouth as he coughed almost to the point of fainting.

When he finally finished coughing and caught his breath, he stretched out his hand, only to see that his palm was covered in crimson bloodstains.

"Ha… ha… ha…"

Colm sat on a wooden chair, breathing heavily. With each breath, there was a clear burning pain in his lungs.

Ever since he and his gang members robbed a lady with her son and assaulted her, he had developed these damned symptoms not long after.

Oh, and a while ago, he even braved heavy rain to stake out Blackwater for three days and three nights with his subordinates.

The reason for the stakeout was that his subordinates reported a train passing through Blackwater with a sharp decrease in numbers, seemingly undergoing a migration.

This also caused him to ride day and night, being continuously drenched by heavy rain, feeling cold and damp, and hot and muggy.

The rapid decline in his mental state and the bloodstains on his hands almost drove Colm mad and scared him.

He was an extremely selfish person, unlike Dutch.

Dutch was mad to the core, pursuing freedom and a lawless life. He even disregarded money and even life and death for it.

The chivalrous Van der Linde Gang was a true reflection of Dutch's inner self. Throughout both games, Dutch consistently embodied one point: he was a typical fantasist. When he was still the Van der Linde Gang, he had a group of people who supported him, allowing him to immerse himself in the beautiful dreams he wove and consider himself noble. However, by the time he was the Dutch Gang, he had completely fallen, only wanting to resist the changes of the era to pursue his dream of freedom.

In fact, not only him, but the entire Van der Linde Gang was instilled by him to become individual fantasist personalities. Arthur, John, Hosea, and even others, whether they had brains or not, followed his footsteps, carrying the beautiful future Dutch had fabricated for them in their minds. (Mac excluded)

Colm, on the other hand, was completely different. He was a true realist, selfish and extremely afraid of death.

Dutch could calmly jump off a cliff in the end, but Colm would not do the same in a similar situation.

Therefore, the pain in his lungs and the bloodstains in his hands terrified Colm, leaving him utterly distraught and panicked.

"Binny, Binny! Where's the doctor? Where's the doctor I told you to find?"

Colm roared, his voice completely hoarse, making it uncomfortable to listen to.

"Coming, boss!" Binny, who was called by him, quickly responded from outside the door, then hurried to open the door and pushed a gang member inside.

"Boss, he was a hospital apprentice before joining the gang, so he should be able to do it!" Binny said cautiously.

There was no one else in West Elizabeth except Blackwater; various small villages had already been massacred by these gang members, so he could only find someone with medical skills within the gang.

"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and examine me… cough, cough, cough… cough, cough!!"

Colm roared excitedly, but coughed again due to the strain on his breathing.

Under his roar, the subordinate with medical skills tremblingly and fearfully approached Colm, then finally stretched out his hand, examined Colm's tongue coating and throat, and then looked at his eyeballs.

Large beads of sweat slowly appeared on the subordinate's forehead. He nervously examined him multiple times, repeating the process, looking at Colm's sinister expression, wanting to speak but hesitating.

Finally, Colm couldn't bear it anymore. He punched the subordinate in the eye socket and angrily said, "What exactly is it… cough, cough… cough, cough, cough…"

"Ah!" Colm took a long, deep breath, but felt as if he couldn't catch his breath at all, and there was a burning pain in his lungs.

As he threw a punch, the subordinate was knocked to the ground, screaming. He said in extreme fear, "It's… it's, it's tu… tu… tuberculosis! Sir, it's tuberculosis! It's likely that your condition worsened after you were infected with tuberculosis and then got caught in the rain!"

At these words, Colm was utterly disheartened.

The fierceness and discomposure on his face instantly froze, and he sat stunned in his seat.

After a long while, Colm finally came back to his senses. He looked at the subordinate in front of him with a ferocious gaze and asked bitterly:

"What? What did you say?"

"It's tuberculosis, it's tuberculosis, sir! Ahaha…" The useless subordinate was even scared to tears by him.

"Fuck you, you're tuberculosis, your whole family is tuberculosis!" Colm was furious, fear and anger intertwined, making his sanity completely insane.

He stood up from his chair, then grabbed the revolver beside him and fired six shots at the subordinate in front of him.

"Bang bang bang…" Piercing gunshots echoed in the wooden house, and Colm's angry curses also rang out one after another.

"Fuck you, don't eat pickled radishes, you're tuberculosis, you're… cough, cough, cough… cough, cough, cough, cough…"

Colm was consumed by rage, which affected his breathing, making him cough almost to the point of suffocation.

After a long while, he finally recovered.

He looked at Binny, who had moved from the wooden table to the doorway eight zhang away from him, grinding his teeth in hatred.

"What? Scared?"

"No, boss, I just wanted to get some fresh air. I recently quit smoking, and I'm not used to the smell of smoke in the house."

"Fuck!" Colm wished he could kill this damned thing in front of him right away.

However, he had to swallow his inner resentment and snorted coldly, "Hmph, tell the brothers to get ready. Tomorrow, we'll raid Blackwater!

I want to become the Governor of Lemoyne, I want that damned Dutch Van der Linde to die in front of me! Cough, cough, cough…"

"Yes, boss!" Binny ran out of the wooden house in fright.

This damned black-lunged fellow is crazy! This big idiot has gone mad!

No, he had to quickly spread the word and let everyone know that he had tuberculosis, otherwise, anyone who wasn't careful would be shot dead by this black-lunged fellow!

Colm was furious with hatred. If Dutch hadn't driven out the gang members, he wouldn't have come here, and if he hadn't come here, he wouldn't have gotten tuberculosis.

If Dutch hadn't come to Blackwater to pick people up, he wouldn't have gone to stake out, and if he hadn't gone to stake out, he wouldn't have been drenched in heavy rain for three days and three nights, and his condition wouldn't have worsened.

So he got tuberculosis, and it was all Dutch's fault!

That damned Dutch Van der Linde, he, Colm, must become the Governor of West Elizabeth, trample Dutch underfoot, personally shoot him, and then use the wealth he obtains to treat his tuberculosis!