Javier

The big shots of Jon City, who were secretly holding a meeting, had no idea what a terrifying scene they were about to face.

Meanwhile, Arthur and the others had already arrived at Javier's sister's place.

Javier was just twenty-six years old in the game.

Due to Javier's departure and his mother's death, Javier's sister, at only twenty years old, had to marry a local merchant to survive.

According to Javier, his sister should at least be well-fed and clothed, and since he was a wanted man, he tried his best not to look for his sister, so as not to bring her trouble.

But it was clear that Javier's sister's life was not going too well.

"You goddamn b*tch! Goddamn b*tch! F*ck you!"

"Are you going to exchange? Are you going to exchange? You goddamn b*tch, if my business is affected by you, I'll sell you to those Japanese!"

"Are you going to accompany Mr. Amalfetano or the Japanese? You goddamn b*tch, if you cry again, I'll cut off your breasts!"

Piercing roars and sounds of smashing came from the small, dilapidated house in front of Arthur and the others. Clearly, Javier's brother-in-law's business wasn't doing too well, and he wasn't a very good person either.

The girl's sobbing cries echoed in the room, and almost the instant he heard them, Javier's eyes turned red.

"Oh, f*ck! F*ck! F*ck! Javier, this is what you said not to look at! This is what you said she had her own life?" Arthur's temper flared up immediately upon hearing the sounds from the room.

As a brother in his gang with whom he had long since become as close as blood, even though he had never met Javier's sister, Arthur had already considered her one of their own.

Upon hearing the girl's wails and the man's ferocious curses from within the room, the anger in his heart surged to his head in an instant, and his eyes turned as red as if he had pinkeye.

John, that ruthless man, didn't even say a word. He dismounted directly from his horse, pulled out his gun, and ran towards the room.

And the fifty gunmen following behind him all dismounted from their horses indignantly, some blocking the intersection, some standing at the room's entrance, and some following John into the room.

"Damn it, how dare he treat Mr. Javier's sister like that! I'm going to flay him alive!"

"Kill him, skin him alive!"

"Roast him over a fire! Damn bastard, no one treats Mr. Van der Linde's people like that!"

This place, described as a small bungalow, was actually more like a dilapidated wooden shack in a slum. Because the walls were borrowed from the two neighbors, the owner of the house had simply put up wooden boards and built a door.

At this moment, it couldn't withstand the impact of fifty people.

"F*ck! I'm going to skin you alive!" Javier, in his haste, burst out with profanity. This man, who usually paid meticulous attention to his appearance and aspired to high society, uttered a curse for the first time.

He followed closely behind John into the room, and immediately after, a woman's startled cries, sounds of violent beating, and a man's pained wails emanated from within.

"Brother?"

"Oh, f*ck, who are you people? What do you want? I'm telling you, I'm Mr. Amalfetano's subordinate, you goddamn... Oh, sh*t!, Javier, you're not... Ow, ow! Stop hitting me, I was wrong!"

Arthur dismounted from his horse, his face ashen. Bill, meanwhile, pulled out a small knife from his satchel, grinning ferociously, "Morgan, you won't stop me this time, will you?"

"Be even more ruthless!" Arthur glanced at Bill, then also walked towards the room.

Inside the room, John, who had been the first to rush in, was repeatedly punching a man who looked like a small-time hoodlum in the face. The man's body was firmly held by two gunmen, forced to endure John's punches with his head.

John's punches were very painful, and he specifically aimed for the most sensitive spots. This bastard usually kept quiet and didn't speak, but he had his own unique understanding of how to beat someone.

He relentlessly struck the man's face, completely avoiding areas like the temples and jaw that could easily cause unconsciousness.

He just kept hitting the man until he wailed miserably, his face covered in blood.

Javier, meanwhile, held his sister, tears streaming from his eyes.

"Oh, Karina, it's alright, Karina, why did you write in your letter that you married a merchant? Damn it, you should have told me, you should have told me the truth!" Javier held his sister, looking at her injuries, his eyes as red as a rabbit's.

"Brother! Why are you back? Ahaha... I don't want, I don't want to cause you trouble, brother, they all want to kill you!" Karina cried loudly, hiding in her brother's arms.

She was only fifteen when her brother left. She remembered clearly that her brother was wanted by the government, to be killed without mercy for treason, so she dared not tell the truth to make Javier think of returning.

If Dutch hadn't changed, Javier would have had no chance of returning.

Now it seems Dutch has indeed saved the entire gang.

Javier, with red eyes, held his sister and helped her up from the ground. Only then did he realize that not only was her body covered in bruises from beatings, but her clothes were also so tattered that they couldn't even cover her chest.

"Javier!" Arthur walked over from the side, took off his duster, wrapped it around Karina, and then took her from Javier's embrace.

He held Karina, wrapped her in his coat, and then patted her back to comfort her:

"Alright, girl, it's alright, it's alright. Your brother will handle the rest. Come on, let's go home, to your real home!" Arthur released her, holding her hand as they walked outside.

"Hahaha, let me avenge you, Javier's sister." Bill laughed heartily, glanced at Karina, gestured with his knife, and then stepped into the room.

"Let me do it, Bill, I'm going to skin him! You and John just hold him down." Javier, seething with rage, snatched the knife from Bill's hand, then moved to slice at the man's face.

"Ahhh!!! I was wrong! I was wrong!!! Ahhh!!!"

The man's utterly miserable screams echoed through the house, while Karina, outside the room, was almost scared senseless.

She hadn't reacted when she suddenly saw her brother, but now that she had, stepping outside and seeing the situation, she was completely stunned.

Why did her brother have so many men?

Oh, God, is this an army? Did her brother bring an army to save her?

"Oh, madam, are you alright? Don't worry, you will never be harmed again!"

"We will skin that damn beast alive, dear madam!"

Looking at the circle of grim-faced gunmen surrounding the small wooden house, those faces that could make a child cry suddenly softened when they looked at her, forcing out an awkward smile, and speaking words of comfort. Karina was completely bewildered.

What kind of status did her brother have now? Why did he bring so many soldiers home?

Karina was blankly held by Arthur and placed on Javier's horse, then he comforted her, "Alright, it's alright, we're going home now, you won't have to live here anymore, Javier will take care of everything!"

"Oh, thank you, sir!" Karina, as if in a dream, looked at the burly men around her, feeling a long-lost sense of genuine security.

Since her mother's death, this was the first time she had felt this sense of safety.

Outside the room, Arthur was comforting Javier's sister, while Javier was dismembering his brother-in-law alive inside the room.

Dismemberment is also a technical skill. For example, before dismembering, the knife needs to be heated so that the flesh sticks to the blade during dismemberment, making it more painful when pulled back and forth.

For example, when dismembering, one should not injure major arteries, to prevent the brother-in-law from losing too much blood and losing his sense of pain.

The excruciating screams in the room lingered, and these desperate outlaws displayed their ruthless methods for the first time.

The arrival of Karina, Javier's sister, greatly pleased Dutch, as new blood had joined the gang, which was what he most hoped to see.

After Hosea took Karina and Javier to the ship back to Saint Denis, the forces Dutch had gathered had basically arrived at Rhine Harbor.

Rhine Harbor, which had tripled in size in a short period, was filled with gunmen—oh no, they should be called soldiers now.

The abundant resources in New Hanover and Lemoyne allowed Dutch to equip everyone with steel helmets and simple bulletproof vests. Although they couldn't stop rifle bullets, pistol bullets were no longer a threat.

The mortality rate of this group would be greatly reduced; as long as they weren't hit in the face, they would basically not die.

There was no other way; Mr. Van der Linde cherished the lives of the people most. Everyone was a fighting force and a productive force to him, private property of the Van der Linde Gang, and he disliked losing private property.

The sun was bright, suitable for sending troops.

Dutch sat in the tavern, discussing strategy with Hosea and Arthur.

John stood at the bar, drinking beer indiscriminately like he wasn't human. He didn't speak or make a sound; he just listened.

This guy was a bit unsettling now, perhaps he was scolded into stupidity by Arthur, or his brain was completely broken.

Bill sat aside, sharpening his knife. He couldn't participate in discussions of this troop scale; after all, he had no use for either his status or his brain.

Hosea sat on a newly delivered sofa in the tavern, smoking a cigarette and looking at the map on the table.

This map was drawn by the gunmen sent out in the past two days, marking the sphere of influence of Mr. Amalfetano.

Arthur and his group's trip was completely useless; it only served to inform local gangs and governments to prepare money for arms trade. The real intelligence still had to be gathered by the reconnaissance team Dutch had trained.

"So, Dutch, are we directly sending troops to encircle and annihilate this warlord named Mr. Amalfetano? Wouldn't that mean we can't sell our arms?" Hosea felt his mind couldn't quite wrap around it.

They came to sell arms, not to fight. Why had it come to the point of sending troops now?

If they killed the warlord, who would buy the arms?

Dutch sighed deeply and said, "Hosea, this is my fault for being too greedy. I want money, I want people, and I want resources. The only way to satisfy all these desires is to kill the warlord.

You're right, it shouldn't be like this."

Dutch also felt it was strange.

He clearly came to sell arms, but before even meeting the person, he was thinking of directly wiping out the other party.

This was really not a good way of thinking. If they kept acting so recklessly, their business would never expand.

"Oh, well, let's just let it go this time, Dutch. We can sell next time, can't we? Let's just consider this as establishing a safe base first!" Arthur was good at finding excuses, and in a flash, he came up with a very suitable reason for Dutch.

"Yes, Arthur, you're right. Let's just let it go this time. Next time, we'll definitely sell properly! And we're not just limited to selling to these warlords; how many do warlords buy? Jon City is the big client!

First, kill the most powerful warlord in the area, make the people of Jon City behave, and then business will be easy!

Very good, Arthur, what you said makes a lot of sense!"

"Huh?" Arthur was stunned for a moment; he felt he didn't have a second meaning.

Dutch talked himself out of it, then sat up straight, focusing his gaze on the map in front of him.

"Alright, fellows, since we've decided to send troops, let's not delay. Hosea, since you want to drive a Tank, you'll lead the Tank team!

Hosea will lead the Tank team to form the front line.

Arthur, you take two thousand men and go around from the rear to form an encirclement.

And I, along with John and Bill, will lead a team of three thousand men to follow Hosea's Tank formation, forming an infantry-Tank coordinated assault, taking them by surprise with a frontal attack!

I don't think anyone at this stage can effectively suppress our Tanks; even artillery can't break through our Tank's outer layer. So this battle is bound to be a crushing victory!"

"That's great, Dutch, I've always wanted to try this Tank!" Hosea was very excited. Five more Tanks had been brought over in the past few days, and the current number of Tanks had reached ten.

He believed these ten steel beasts would definitely become the most terrifying battlefield killing machines!

And the Tank would surely become famous in Jon City in this battle, and then sell for a good price in Jon City!

Think about it, during a gang street fight, one side pulls out a Tank? Isn't that very impressive and powerful?

Although three hundred thousand dollars is a lot, Jon City is a city after all, and large gangs can definitely afford it if they grit their teeth.

Selling them a steam Tank then, it can both scare the enemy to death and suffocate themselves, isn't that killing two birds with one stone?

"Very good, Hosea, keep up that spirit. Now, everyone, get out there, lead your teams, and prepare to encircle Mr. Amalfetano!

I think it's time we show this world our strength!"

Dutch led the way out of the tavern. His clothes had been changed into the Van der Linde military uniform, of course, the general's exclusive uniform.

He, the general, would personally lead the team and completely crush this damned Mr. Amalfetano!

Arthur and John, wearing military uniforms, followed Dutch like timid soldiers, their eyes full of eager anticipation.