Arrest?

After the arrest warrant for Dutch Van der Linde was issued, the mission level was immediately elevated to the highest.

Therefore, the three people sitting inside were all heads of law enforcement.

Mr. Dosia, the minister of the United States Federal Government's newly established law enforcement department, 'MBI', was genuinely elected not long ago.

He himself had no status or power before being elected, but his personal ability was excellent, and his reputation in the East soared in the past three months, with newspapers constantly reporting his strength and justice.

Countless people even rallied for him, spread the word for him, and even held a week-long street parade to boost his momentum.

Of course, in addition to his outstanding personal ability, he also had a little help from others to achieve such a strong reputation.

But Mr. Dosia does not think so; he believes that if he were not excellent, others would not have helped him.

The man with the hooked nose is named John McKinley.

That's right, his name is John, but he is a member of the McKinley family.

With his family's influence, he became a Federal Government Justice. The purpose of his visit this time is to pronounce the guilt of Mr. Dutch Van der Linde, and to arrest and prosecute him in the name of the Federal Government.

In other words, he is here to read the conviction certificate.

Dutch Van der Linde has completely attracted the attention of various major families in the East. No one wants him alive, but everyone knows that going to arrest Dutch Van der Linde, whose power is entrenched in the West, is an impossible task.

Dutch Van der Linde will never accept arrest and trial.

So this mission is extremely dangerous.

But at the same time, it is also a very high-profile mission.

At this stage, participating in this matter will leave a profound mark on Mr. McKinley's political achievements; in the future, when others mention him, they will add the title: 'the person who handled that case in the West'.

This will be the perfect stepping stone for his continued progress in the political arena, so he came, having applied himself.

And the last young man is named Von Roosevelt.

That's right, a young man from the Roosevelt family.

His idea is the same as Mr. McKinley's, which is to pave the way for his future.

At this moment, hearing Von's words, Mr. Dosia shook his head, somewhat disdainfully saying, "Hmph, that's obviously impossible, Von. You and I both know that Mr. Dutch Van der Linde's power is in the West, and according to reports, his armed forces have reached a terrifying state.

Do you think someone like him would agree to be arrested?

The Federal Government has just ended the Spanish-American War and is now preparing to launch a plunder of the East. It is not suitable to launch a war at this stage, especially since this war will obviously harm the foundation of America.

It is even very likely that we will lose the strength to continue expanding after this war, fall off the table, and go from being eaters to food!

This is also why the Federal Government issued an arrest warrant instead of directly sending troops to the West.

Dutch Van der Linde will definitely resist arrest, and only if he resists arrest will the Federal Government have a reason to complain to Europe and then apply for European aid.

Or continue to prosecute and arrest him on various charges, constantly delaying time until the Europeans can't wait any longer and personally intervene.

Only these two methods can minimize America's losses and prevent it from losing the ability to continue expanding and developing outwards.

Practice more, young man, you are still too young."

Mr. Dosia looked down on these two officials who had risen through family influence; he believed that officials like himself, who had no power or influence but climbed up step by step through their own efforts, were the truly capable ones!

Of course, Mr. Dosia selectively forgot the help from others.

Looking at Mr. Dosia's arrogant demeanor, Von chuckled softly, then, with a look of full agreement, praised Mr. Dosia in front of him: "Oh, sh*t! Mr. Dosia, you are truly wise, I never thought you could see the world situation so clearly.

You are indeed a very capable person!"

"Of course, Von, otherwise why would I be chosen as the minister of 'MBI'?" Mr. Dosia felt extremely pleased.

"Alright, Mr. Dosia, then this incident will be led and fully decided by you. We two juniors are just here to gain some experience, you know." Von praised him, and Mr. Dosia's eyes narrowed with pleasure.

"Of course, of course I will handle it! You two young men still need more experience to handle such a situation!"

Mr. Dosia naturally felt that he should be fully responsible and appear on behalf of everyone.

Thus, the big responsibility for the failure of this arrest fell upon Mr. Dosia.

As for whether the arrest will succeed and make Mr. Dosia the biggest beneficiary?

Don't be ridiculous, how could Dutch Van der Linde accept an arrest from the East?

That's wishful thinking!

The train drove into the snowy mountains.

Meanwhile, in Saint Denis, it seemed the public was somewhat displeased.

Saint Denis Tavern.

After such a long period of development and the era of the Great Westward Expansion, Saint Denis had fully entered its golden age.

Every day, countless poor people from around the world came here to make a living, and most of them would enter taverns to inquire about news, which led to a sharp increase in the number of taverns in Saint Denis, and their business was excellent.

The tavern was bustling, filled with the sounds of people talking, reaching a certain level of noisiness.

However, if one listened carefully, they could hear that these people were mostly discussing the same topic.

"sh*t! The United States Federal Government has issued a proclamation to arrest Mr. Van der Linde! Dammit, they're looking for death!

Today, I, Binny, say that if those Easterners dare to send people over, I will shoot them dead, even if it costs me my life!"

"sh*t! sh*t! Mr. Van der Linde only let us eat our fill and live good lives, and I didn't expect that to touch their cake! I didn't expect that even letting people live good lives is now a crime!

Is there such a principle in this damn world?"

"Sadness! The sadness of the era, the greatest sadness in human history! Vampires who suck the blood of the people are elevated to a divine status, while Mr. Van der Linde, who works for the welfare of the people, is declared a wanted man. This is simply preposterous, utterly ridiculous!"

"Fellow countrymen, unite! We are all members of Van der Linde's party, and we cannot let our leader be taken away by this damned United States Government! We cannot succumb to their tyranny!

I no longer want to live the kind of life I had before, without hope or prospect. I no longer want to live on this pathetic world without a shred of dignity. Let us defend Mr. Van der Linde's safety with our lives!!!"

The atmosphere in the tavern grew increasingly intense, the scent of gunpowder becoming more frantic. The entire tavern was like a beer shaken countless times, and no one knew when the gas inside would explode the entire bottle.

Such was the case in the tavern, and so it was on the streets.

"Support Van der Linde! Defend Van der Linde!"

"Whoever doesn't let us eat is our enemy! Whoever doesn't let us live is our mortal foe!"

"Women can also go to the battlefield, female compatriots, let us defend our happiness with our blood, and defend Mr. Van der Linde's safety with our lives!"

The streets of Saint Denis had become very prosperous after such a long period of development. This level of prosperity was even much greater than that of Washington, because Mr. Van der Linde encouraged people to produce, encouraged them to operate businesses, and at the same time created an absolutely stable environment, which made the development of Saint Denis exceptionally rapid.

In addition, although there were no small European-style cars on the streets, trucks, flatbed carts, and other vehicles were ubiquitous. These were all Mr. Van der Linde's property, but the people had the right to use them twenty-four hours a day.

And at this moment, countless female workers formed protest teams on the streets of Saint Denis, parading through its large and small thoroughfares.

The women's voices converged, sharp and heroic. Their frenzy was no less than that of the male workers in the tavern, even more so.

Mr. Van der Linde gave them jobs, and infinitely raised their status in their own families and in society as a whole through their wages and contributions to their families.

They no longer needed to do jobs that involved selling their bodies, no longer needed to humbly betray their dignity, and no longer needed to be subservient at home.

For these women, what Dutch Van der Linde brought them far exceeded work and life itself; their admiration and obsession with Mr. Van der Linde had reached an extreme level of frenzy.

They even held rifles in their hands while parading, their resolute faces filled with a readiness to die.

During this period, with the issuance of the indictment against Mr. Van der Linde from the East, chaos had erupted in Mr. Van der Linde's territory.

All the workers, even the criminals serving sentences in the mines, had gone wild.

They paraded during the day, gave speeches in taverns at night, admonished their children at home, and always gathered once a week for a large meeting about resisting the East.

Before Dutch went mad, this group of workers had already gone mad themselves.

There was no way around it; they were bound to be mad. They hadn't enjoyed their good lives for long. Who wanted to return to their former lives?

Especially now that life was becoming more promising, someone suddenly appeared under the guise of justice, wanting to crush their hopes?

Who the hell could tolerate that!

Mr. Dutch Van der Linde was their heaven, Mr. Dutch Van der Linde was the guiding light they could not lose.

Damn it, anyone who dared to target Mr. Dutch Van der Linde would be dragged into a thousand layers of hell by the frenzied workers!

"Mr. Van der Linde is immortal! Down with Eastern capital..."

The frenzied shouts of the protest procession outside the window carried into the room.

The protests organized by Mr. Van der Linde's workers were also somewhat different from modern ones. In modern American protests, many people hold signs and play with their phones, and quite a few are even hired. But now it was completely different; they had slogans, ideas, spirit, and action. Everyone seemed to have inexhaustible energy, fanatical and excited.

Listening to the shouts outside, Hosea in the room paced back and forth, frowning, and anxiously said to Dutch, who was leisurely sitting on the sofa: "Oh, Dutch, don't be so relaxed anymore! The team coming to arrest you has already reached Ambarino. Are we still not going to act?"

"Act? Ho, Hosea, how do you want to act? Old friend." Dutch picked up a cigar from the table and asked Hosea, who was frowning, with interest.

"Of course, we should immediately begin gathering the army! Dutch, it's time for us to fight them with real swords and guns! We've already reached this point, and now we can't retreat. Behind us are not only Arthur John and them, but also millions of people in Lemoyne and New Hanover!

So, Dutch, give the order! Let's go to war with the East! I'm ready!"

This old fellow Hosea now seemed much crazier than Dutch.

He had already spoken to Dutch about military plans no less than thirty times in the past two days, and had even sent Arthur and the others to military school to study military combat knowledge.

Damn it, if Dutch hadn't been holding him back, Hosea himself would have probably already stood up and declared war on the American East.

Only now did Dutch realize that this old fellow Hosea was actually the craziest person in their gang!

In fact, he should have realized this long ago, because in the game, the bank robbery operation at the end of Chapter 4 was strongly demanded by Hosea, and Dutch himself was still hesitant at the time!