Captured

"No one interrogated you, right, Dutch?" Arthur asked with concern, holding a Marko semi-automatic rifle and tossing it to Dutch in the room.

It was clear he was genuinely concerned; at least he didn't start with a sarcastic remark.

"Of course not, Arthur. Oh, sh*t!, you can't underestimate me, kid. Remember who taught you how to shoot!" Dutch caught the rifle Arthur threw to him, then picked up the unconscious Mr. Forsa with one hand and tossed him out the door.

"Oh, then why does Miss O'Shea always underestimate you, Dutch?" Arthur grinned as he caught Mr. Forsa, whom Dutch had thrown out, then Dutch roared at him.

"Sh*t! up, Arthur Morgan. I conquer her every night!" Dutch kicked the broken door with a thunderous bang.

"Alright, boys, thank you for coming to rescue me. And now, I think it's time for us to leave this place.

Next time we come back, this place will be ours!"

Dutch led the way, with Arthur and the armored soldiers behind him, running outside.

Outside, the United States Capitol was already a chaotic battleground, with ear-piercing gunshots and continuous cannon fire.

However, because the regular forces of the United States Federal Government were not present, all the rescuers surrounding them were Federal Police.

These Federal Police were completely the running dogs of the rich, and at this moment, they had no choice but to come. But the small guns and single-shot rifles they held were completely laughable against a real army.

Moreover, because Washington is the capital of the United States, there are strict limitations on the firearms police officers can carry here.

Guns like the Maxim gun and Gatling gun, used for suppressing bandits, are not allowed. Even the police stations don't have them.

After all, such weapons were considered heavy firepower in this era. The wealthy feared someone might drive a Maxim gun carriage to their homes in the middle of the night and open fire. Even bodyguards couldn't guarantee safety against something like that.

At this moment, the police, who had been largely slaughtered, scattered in fear, leaving only a few hiding behind cover, firing empty shots to avoid losing their jobs.

With heavy firepower, a well-organized army system of two thousand men, and bulletproof vests, even steel armor, facing two to three hundred police officers was truly a walk in the park.

There were no casualties, and the entire United States Congress had completely fallen.

Of course, in reality, these officials were not so helpless.

For example, the major mafia forces in Washington had intricate connections with these people. But unfortunately, few of these mafias dared to confront such a terrifying army.

They sought wealth, not the merit of protecting a dragon, and President William McKinley was not here at the moment.

Only a few mafia gangs wanted to fish in troubled waters, taking the opportunity to stir up unrest in Washington, but they were all suppressed by Signor Bronte and his men.

Are you kidding? This place will be Mr. Van der Linde's city in the future, which, by rounding up, is his, Bronte's, city. He couldn't stand to see his property destroyed.

"Arthur, arrest all officials in Congress and escort them to our train.

Everyone withdraw in half an hour!"

As soon as Dutch's figure appeared outside, the Van der Linde's Guard who were guarding the area became excited.

"Hey, Van der Linde!"

"You've worked hard, boys! Hold on a little longer, we're going home soon."

Dutch always treated his subordinates' greetings with caution. He responded to each of his subordinates with the VDL Party military salute, encouraging them with a smile on his face.

Those who achieve great things must pay attention to small details, unlike that king who didn't give the driver his share of meat and ended up being dragged to the enemy's headquarters.

He, Dutch Van der Linde, did not want to end up being stabbed in the back because he failed to notice someone's disappointment.

"Yes, Mr. Van der Linde!"

The Guard, who had been greeted by Dutch one by one, all had red eyes from excitement.

This level of spiritual encouragement was like a World War II soldier being encouraged by Shiloh's pat on the shoulder. Who wouldn't go crazy?

The entire United States Congress had been bombed into ruins. Although the main structure was not severely damaged, most of the exterior glass was shattered, and the walls were riddled with holes from bombs.

At this time, the Capitol was surrounded by Mr. Van der Linde's subordinates, and more of Van der Linde's Guard rushed into the Capitol to arrest the staff and various high-ranking officials inside.

Thanks to the trial of Mr. Dutch Van der Linde today, the people in the Capitol were quite gathered. Although some had left, there were still many big fish.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Gunshots accompanied by women's screams and cries echoed within the Capitol. Van der Linde's Guard burst into rooms, kicking down doors, then forcibly dragged the people inside into the main hall.

The entire hall had already gathered hundreds of American high-ranking officials, and even members of various families.

Van der Linde's Guard looked fierce, holding repeating rifles aimed at the gathered officials, their abhorrence and disdain almost visibly apparent on their faces.

This was due to Mr. Van der Linde's red book; this kind of insane ideological education made everyone in the West particularly hate capital, hate the United States Government, and hate American high-ranking officials.

In fact, during the period when Mr. Van der Linde was brought to the American East, some people even gave speeches in taverns about the 'threat of American East capital,' wildly promoting their extreme theories and inciting the public to hate and slaughter American capital, making outrageous statements about massacres.

Crucially, his outrageous theories actually garnered the approval and promotion of countless Saint Denis citizens.

It was already quite restrained that these Van der Linde's Guard didn't open fire directly.

"Damn it, you are rebelling! Dutch Van der Linde, you are dragging America into hell!"

"Mr. Van der Linde, I want to see Mr. Van der Linde. America cannot endure any more turmoil! The British will not let go of this opportunity! The Russian Empire will not let go of this opportunity!

Mr. Van der Linde, you cannot be a sinner of America!"

"Damn it, you fool! Dutch Van der Linde, you idiot, you have destroyed America's centuries of accumulation!

Just you wait, Dutch Van der Linde, America is about to descend into chaos!"

Among the American officials gathered in the Capitol's main hall, some were in a panic, some were weeping bitterly, but there were also a few who, with an impressive demeanor, cursed or warned Dutch.

The United States Government was by no means so corrupt or dilapidated.

In reality, to have made America flourish, these people absolutely possessed world-class minds and considerable patriotic fervor.

The main reason they could be defeated by Dutch in such a manner was that Dutch did not play by the rules; they made the same mistake as the Saint Denis elites.

They always liked to manipulate others within the rules they set, but habitually considered the other party to also be bound by these rules.

The Saint Denis elites suffered a great loss in this regard, being ambushed by Mr. Van der Linde and his men at night.

Now Washington also suffered a great loss, being ambushed by an armored train that drove all the way through without any obstruction.

If Mr. Van der Linde had given notice before the attack, like in a war between nations, then with the current mobilization strength of the United States Government, at least a million troops could have been conscripted.

But a sneak attack was truly impossible to defend against. In this era, launching a sneak attack with an armored train, if it were in Europe, it might be slightly better because the area is smaller, and landlines and telegraphs might cover the entire country.

Allowing the government to receive timely news.

But in the United States, it was completely impossible. The states were still isolated from each other. Only a few wealthy families in some states had landlines, but due to the autonomy between states, there were no communication lines connecting them, which led to a lack of timeliness in message delivery.

Moreover, it was precisely during the sensitive period when the United States Federal Government wanted to introduce a central bank, and other states were somewhat disobedient.

This led to the occurrence of this attack.

It can be said that in a different place, at a different time, this farcical way of development would not have been possible.

High-ranking officials of the United States Federal Government were lined up in groups, being escorted to the armored train.

That's right, they were running.

The kind where if you ran too slowly, a big stick would be vigorously whipped behind you.

Excluding the miscellaneous personnel in the Capitol, such as workers, cleaners, and low-status or useless congressmen, the number of people being escorted this time was not large, only over three hundred.

Roughly half of the powerful and influential figures in the United States Government were captured.

If he, Dutch Van der Linde, were Japanese instead of American, he could establish a puppet government in the United States.

But unfortunately, Dutch doesn't play that game.