Iniative

"For now, Hosea. Establish a base of operations as our stronghold to facilitate the transport of subsequent arms. Besides, Mexico's climate is very suitable for cultivation, so I've decided to acquire more land to grow crops as our reserve granary.

Hosea, those capitalists won't let us expand so recklessly!

The snowy mountains of Ambarino and the Lanaheqi River are natural barriers between the American East and the American West. It is precisely because of these two barriers that we have been able to develop so unhindered in New Hanover and Lemoyne for such a long time.

But no matter what, one day those damned capitalists will discover the changes in our territory. Our operating principle is a completely different model from theirs, and for them, it's even digging up their roots. So they will undoubtedly spare no effort to encircle and annihilate our Van der Linde Gang.

Not only the American East, but those old European powers will also not tolerate the emergence of our model.

Therefore, we need to be fully prepared so that we can maintain internal operations and stability even if all external resources are blocked."

Dutch lit a cigar, took a deep drag, and then exhaled thick, fragrant white smoke.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his face was filled with determination and seriousness.

The British Empire has not yet fallen, and France is still in its prime.

America's independence was already an unacceptable matter for them. If at this time they discover that there is actually a damn state capitalism that is digging up the roots of those capitalists, then these capitalists will undoubtedly frantically mobilize all available forces to completely bury this damned ideology.

Unless this place has become so powerful that it makes them feel unbearable.

Capital knows no borders, and capitalist countries know no borders. Capitalists go wherever they want, and they can survive anywhere. But if a forbidden zone appears where entering means confiscation of assets, then no one will be willing to go there.

Therefore, Dutch was mentally prepared to face a World War I.

That's right, not a World War I led by Germany, but a World War I led by Mr. Van der Linde.

Listening to Dutch's words, Hosea was filled with worry. He tapped his pipe on the crystal tabletop, packing the tobacco more tightly, then took a deep puff and sighed, "Then… how about letting these children stay in Mexico? Oh, Dutch, I'm not afraid, I just, I just want them to live peacefully."

"I know, Hosea, I know. But obviously, that's not a good idea. When my name appears before their eyes, everyone connected to me will also appear in their sight. So whether they stay in Mexico or not, they cannot escape. Hosea, when the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact. What you can do now is support me and follow me!"

Dutch's words were very calm, but on closer listening, they were full of madness.

But his face was very calm, yet the calmer his eyes were, the more nervous Hosea felt.

"This is simply too crazy!" Hosea exclaimed.

He wasn't sure if he was marveling at Dutch's madness, or at their own madness.

And besides them, there was now another crazy person, and that was Mr. Cornwall.

At this time, Mexico, occupied territory.

Mexico is mountainous, so most of the cultivated land consists of terraced fields, layered like fish scales.

However, in this era, Mexico's population was not large, mostly concentrated in areas controlled by the Mexican government. In the occupied territory, the population was even scarcer.

Compared to the United States, Mexico's occupied territory was even worse than the American West. Due to its mountainous terrain, most places here resembled the scenes in the New Hanover mountains.

Dense forests accumulated, weeds grew rampant, wild animals were abundant, and most places in the mountains had only muddy paths.

However, near the mountains by the Lanaheqi River, the trees on one hillside had been completely cleared, replaced by terraced fields densely planted with poppies.

The hillside was not high, and the total area didn't seem vast, but it was far more extensive than the tobacco planted by the Gray Family in Rhodes.

This was Mr. Cornwall's property.

As a capitalist country, all its systems serve capital. For example, if illicit goods make money, they loosen control over them. If tobacco and alcohol make money, they issue prohibition orders to increase their prices.

To make money, and to avoid falling from capital to labor, all capitalists work very hard, fiercely competing with each other, just to avoid becoming fodder for others to devour.

And Mr. Cornwall was no different. His assets in Mexico included not only mines and coal tar plants, but also half a hillside of poppy flowers.

Groups of Mexican refugees, under the control of gunmen, worked with ashen faces. Guarma used Black slaves, but here they directly used local Mexican poor people.

At this moment, at the wooden cabin on the hillside, the cabin door opened, and a very familiar man with a large belly walked out.

"Mr. Cornwall, this is not a good time. The situation in Mexico is volatile, and the Mexican government is increasing its crackdown. At such a time, mobilizing forces to attack Saint Denis is wishful thinking. Not only might we fail to take Saint Denis, but we might even lose our interests in Mexico!"

Mr. Cornwall stormed out of the room in a fit of rage, while the man who closely followed him stood at the doorway, advising him.

"Damn it, this is profit right in front of our eyes! Over thirteen hundred gunmen cannot fail to take a small Saint Denis. How can the entire Mexican interest compare to Saint Denis? Damn it, you're practically throwing away money that's being handed to us." Mr. Cornwall was very angry.

These damned partners have completely lost the courage to go all in!

They only want to lie on their existing gold mines and quietly wait for death. Damn it, Mr. Cornwall doesn't like this feeling of slow death!