Missus

As the train pulled into the station, the atmosphere in Valentine reached a climax.

Countless citizens wildly waved their VDL Party flags, their cheers and screams easily startling the surrounding horses.

The glass windows of Valentine vibrated slightly under the immense sound, but these subtle descriptions still fell far short of the fervor and madness of the scene.

Dutch had no doubt that if he were to declare an all-out war now, this crowd would charge onto the battlefield like madmen.

Because at this point, public opinion was no longer something he could control or coordinate.

Everyone said that Hiller was a master of brainwashing, but how could so many highly educated citizens and high-ranking officials of the Third Reich all be fools?

"Ahhh! Mr. Van der Linde!"

"Fight on, Mr. Van der Linde!"

Nearly two hundred thousand citizens jumped and cheered wildly around the train station, celebrating Dutch's arrival.

And Dutch did not disappoint; he stood tall on top of the armored train, constantly waving to the surrounding citizens.

Below, Van der Linde's Guard had already brought over the oversized electric megaphone Dutch used for speeches and set it up on top of the armored train.

"Buzz..."

Accompanied by a harsh current sound, Dutch raised his right hand high.

The scene instantly became silent.

Countless citizens looked on with anticipation, their eyes filled with respect and fanaticism as they watched Dutch Van der Linde standing on the train.

They all knew that Mr. Van der Linde had gone to the East to secure a livelihood for them; although the outcome was not ideal, it had already pushed his reputation to its peak.

The nature of this struggle had also completely transformed from Mr. Van der Linde's personal desires to Mr. Van der Linde leading everyone to resist the oppression from the East.

It had transitioned from personal desire to a moral high ground.

It had also completely stirred up the spirit of resistance among the Western citizens.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am Dutch Van der Linde!"

Following the silence, the next moment, under the gaze of eager anticipation, the familiar voice of his speech, amplified by the electric megaphone, spread throughout the entire venue.

"Roar, roar, roar!" Just this simple greeting instantly sent the crowd below into a frenzy.

Countless cheers erupted again, and under the fluttering VDL Party flags, the crowd below seemed to merge into a sea of flowers, bustling and boiling.

At this moment, the United States Federal Government officials, who were being escorted in the last armored train, each looked ashen.

Of course, most of those with ashen faces were pro-capital officials.

However, the political and patriotic family members constantly changed their expressions, their faces exceptionally complex.

Logan Roosevelt, a member of the Roosevelt family who was being escorted, was now lying prone at the machine gun port inside the armored train car, looking out through the gap in the port.

The boundless crowd and the fanatical expressions on their faces shocked him immensely, and he even began to feel fear.

The crowd gathered outside included not only men and women but also old and young, and there were quite a few of them; Logan even saw the shadows of Indians and Black people among them!

Damn it, how could Dutch Van der Linde be such a succubus? In less than two years, he had even managed to get the Indians, who had a deep-seated hatred, to start believing in him?

Listening to Dutch's speech outside and looking at the crowd, even the children's faces were filled with fanaticism and adoration. Logan felt a chill in his heart.

"Sh*t! Dutch Van der Linde is a complete lunatic!

Didn't you hear his speech? He's inciting the people's desire for war! Damn it, look at the fanaticism on their faces, they've been brainwashed by that demon, Dutch Van der Linde!

Oh, sh*t! They're going to start a terrifying war! Even more insane than the American Civil War!"

Before Logan could express his opinion, an official leaning against the machine gun port and looking out voiced his own thoughts.

Listening to the official's words, the others in the carriage all echoed his sentiments.

"Sh*t! The way he is, it reminds me of a madman in Europe once. Napoleon! Damn it, he's even crazier than Napoleon!"

"Give it a rest, Napoleon was so great, why should Dutch Van der Linde be compared to Napoleon?"

"You stinking piece of sh*t, capitalist, f**k your mother every day! Dutch Van der Linde gave the people of the West a good life, did Napoleon give his French people a good life?"

"Sh*t! You are not worthy to evaluate Emperor Napoleon!"

"Then you, you foolish capitalist, are qualified to evaluate? You exploit the American people in every conceivable way every day, you are the least worthy person to evaluate them!

Damn it, a single hair of Dutch Van der Linde is better than you!"

"F**k you! You damned bastard, how dare you speak to me like that? Damn it, have you forgotten who gave you your political funds? How could you have gotten this position without my support? You ungrateful dog! Just wait, when we get back, I'll make your life a living hell!"

"F**k you! Still want to make my life a living hell when we get back? Then I'll make your life a living hell right now! You fool, do you still think we can go back?"

The carriage was already crowded, and the two started fighting. With that fight, the political faction members began to look at the capitalist faction members with an odd glint in their eyes.

The two sides already had no good feelings for each other, and now it was completely ignited.

Logan watched the chaotic scene in the carriage and sighed deeply.

"Dutch Van der Linde has become a force to be reckoned with! I'm afraid the best outcome of this war will be the East-West division of America, and the people of the West will only become more and more fanatical.

I just hope it doesn't come with massacres.

Dutch Van der Linde, don't you know the terrifying consequences of being swept up by public opinion?"

Logan looked at the capitalist officials being beaten in the car, and a hint of pity began to appear in his eyes.

He had completely seen through Dutch's goal, and the clearer he saw it, the more he feared.

The American people have begun to resent capital under Dutch's cultivation, so what good outcome can America have? What good outcome can these capitalists have?

But, is this method really correct?

With Mr. Van der Linde's speech coming to an end, the welcoming ceremony finally concluded.

Everyone started heading home, and Mr. Van der Linde also took his people to the Hope Happiness Factory.

If one were to ask who was happiest about Mr. Van der Linde's return, it might not be the people of Valentine, nor the eagerly awaiting Miss O'Shea.

It was Camille Morgan, who had been in a panic during this time.

As the only capitalist who was forced to bet on Mr. Dutch Van der Linde, Miss Camille had a very difficult time recently.

After Dutch Van der Linde was noticed by the capital in the East.

The power holders within the Morgan Family, far away on Wall Street, suddenly discovered.

"Hey, it seems Camille in the family is doing business in the West, and it's quite big business. Does she know this Dutch Van der Linde?"

After the Morgan Family members checked Miss Camille's business documents, they were shocked to find that Camille Morgan's business partner was sh*t! Dutch Van der Linde!

And with Dutch's falling out with the East this time, it completely put the Morgan Family on the spot.

The Morgan Family's scale in this era was the largest in the country, just like Musk today.

But this also gave others the possibility to attack and suspect them.

During this time, the Morgan Group in the East had been jointly hostile by various industries.

The main reason was that Miss Camille's cooperation with Mr. Dutch Van der Linde in the West made them suspect that Dutch Van der Linde was actually a member of the Morgan Family!

Some newspapers in the East even held various criticism meetings specifically for this.

This was indeed very puzzling.

Looking at Mr. Dutch Van der Linde's lifelong struggle, in his early life, he was purely a fool brainwashed by "American Purgatory," a desperado who fancied himself a righteous man, and a terrifying murderer.

Yet, in just two or three short years, he developed to his current scale, which even capital tycoons or extremely intelligent people in the East and even the whole world couldn't achieve.

How could a desperado defy fate and change his destiny? Originally, everyone thought he was truly destined.

But now, with the connection to the Morgan Consortium, there is a reasonable explanation.

It is obvious that Dutch Van der Linde must have the support of the Morgan Consortium behind him, or even that the Morgan Consortium is his biggest backer, and Dutch Van der Linde, a mere desperado, is just a pawn pushed forward.

And it is precisely this inference that, under the manipulation of various capitals, a wave of resistance against the Morgan Consortium has been set off in the East.

Facing such a situation where he was unfairly targeted, JP Morgan was furious.

In the past few days, he had continuously sent hundreds of letters to his niece, Camille Morgan, demanding that she explain these issues to him and return to the East.

This was also the reason why Miss Camille was so anxious now.

Valentine Hope Happiness Factory.

In the familiar large wooden cabin.

The Van der Linde Gang had all moved to the Van der Linde Manor in Saint Denis, but this did not mean the place was abandoned.

In fact, as the first residence of the Van der Linde Gang, the place had always been diligently cleaned and maintained by the female workers, hoping that one day when the Van der Linde Gang returned, they could still live there.

If they were ordinary wealthy people, they might never return in their lifetime.

But the Van der Linde Gang were a restless bunch.

Although everyone had moved to the large manor in Saint Denis, Arthur, Davey, and others might return every three to five days, stay for two days, and then go to other places.

So, this place was not at all unfamiliar, and it had a very lively atmosphere.

"Fortunately, Abigail didn't come, otherwise, she probably wouldn't be able to adapt to the rough bedding here anymore!"

John lay on the living room sofa, his feet on the coffee table in front of him, speaking to Arthur who sat next to him.

"Yeah, you're quick to adapt, Marston, you can even sleep on horse sh*t."

Arthur pushed his feet off the table, then pulled out a box of cigars from the drawer.

"Hahaha, John, if you don't want to be with Abigail, I can accept it! I really like little Jack." Mike, sitting on the other side of the sofa, laughed heartily.

Listening to his words, John was furious: "F**k! Mike, you can shut your stinking mouth!"

"Enough! Stop arguing, damn it, you just got back and you're already arguing. You should save that energy for fighting in a few days!" Davey, sitting next to him, slapped Mike on the head, then looked at Arthur opposite him.

"Alright, Arthur, I think we'd better take them to the saloon."

Arthur's gaze shifted to the side, where Miss Camille, dressed in a beautiful dress, was walking past, heading towards the inner room.

"Sure! I haven't been to a saloon in a long time, let's go now!"

Arthur stood up abruptly.

"Then you guys go, I'm not going," John waved his hand, then pulled out a cigar from the cigar box.

"I want to sleep a little longer, I didn't get enough rest driving the train yesterday."

"Sh*t, how can you not go? John, it's not the same drinking without you!" Davey almost laughed out loud. He and Mike approached John one after another, forcibly lifting him from the sofa.

"Let's go, let's go!"

Arthur put on his cowboy hat and followed the three out.

Meanwhile, in the room, Dutch was about to receive a small gift.

"Van der Linde, please promise me you won't do such dangerous things anymore!"

Miss O'Shea wrapped her arms around Dutch's neck, tears streaming down her face.

This rich girl didn't care about the quality of life, whether her identity was normal, or even about life and death; her heart was completely devoted to Dutch Van der Linde, this old desperado.

"Are you telling me what to do?" Dutch's calm voice echoed in the room.

This was the confidence of a man, and also what Miss O'Shea found most captivating.

"No, Dutch, I just, I'm just worried about you!" Miss O'Shea hugged Dutch tightly.

"Alright, Miss O'Shea, I grant your request.

Can you get off me now? My dear lady, you've gained quite a bit of weight recently." Dutch said with a laugh as he lay on the bed.

"You're the one who gained weight!" Miss O'Shea twisted her hips fiercely, then got out of bed and turned off the light.

"Oh, dear, I still wanted to read a book!" Dutch grumbled unhappily.

The room door opened silently.

Miss O'Shea, with reddened eyes, looked at Miss Camille waiting at the door, and said bitterly, "This is the only time, don't even think about it ever again! Dutch Van der Linde is mine!"

Miss Camille nodded with moist eyes, then walked into the room.

Immediately after, Dutch's confused voice came from the dark room.

"Oh, O'Shea, why do you want it again?"

The room was filled with rustling sounds, and outside the room, Miss O'Shea, with reddened eyes, covered her mouth and leaned against the door, gritting her teeth and trembling all over.

Three days ago, Miss Camille had found her and told her that the Morgan Group would be Dutch's greatest help.

And now, she wanted to merge the Morgan Group under Mr. Van der Linde's control.

The only condition was to have a certain intimate relationship with Mr. Van der Linde, intimate enough that she and the Morgan Family members would not be liquidated by Mr. Dutch Van der Linde in the end.

Left with no choice, for Dutch's sake, Miss O'Shea could only agree, weeping bitterly.

This is the welfare bureau!

Woman!! Currently!! Offender!

Miss O'Shea was easily deceived by others, while she could only lean against the door, listening to the sounds inside the room with moist eyes.

She didn't even dare to cry too loudly!