"Hmph, hmph, hmph, look, what did I tell you, Arthur. With such a chaotic environment, how can we do business? F*ck, once our gang is established, I must set a rule: all gangs must pay me protection fees every month! Sh*t!"
Dutch was angry; this time, he was truly angry.
These gunmen certainly couldn't harm them, but their guns could damage his newly built houses! Dutch didn't want the workers to find many bullet holes in his walls when they arrived!
This would definitely make them feel that the place was very unsafe!
"Sh*t! Dutch, these are our newly built houses! Otherwise, I'll take some men and clean out all the surrounding gangs! These scumbags only want to reap without sowing; they only destroy!" David cursed angrily.
He wasn't a man of good character to begin with; otherwise, Charles wouldn't have called them two brothers scumbags. It's just that they were slightly better than Micah, in that they didn't have as many schemes. Like Bill, they wouldn't think unless they had to, so their loyalty was exceptionally high.
But at the same time, they were also very easily angered. Now, seeing Dutch's great plan stained by these little rascals, they were all furious.
Dutch's face was even more terrifyingly gloomy.
"Alright, boys, leave one alive. I want to ask them what gang they belong to. Damn it, robbing us? I don't think this gang needs to exist anymore!"
"Alright, Dutch!" Arthur nodded, and then a group of people rushed out with their guns.
"Bang bang bang bang bang…" Piercing gunshots rang out in the ranch, accompanied by sharp screams.
Every member of the Van der Linde Gang could be considered a true strongman. Even Sean, when doing tobacco missions with him, had very accurate marksmanship.
And Arthur was even more of a monstrous existence; from gunfights to close combat, there was nothing he wasn't good at.
More than a dozen distant robbers hadn't even dismounted, and their guns hadn't even been raised, when Arthur's double-action revolver had already fired a full cylinder.
More than a dozen people were openly riding on horseback without any cover, and in the hands of these monsters, they could only survive for a mere breath.
From the start of the gunshots to their end, in less than five seconds, eighteen lives had brutally vanished from this world.
Only one man, whose pistol had been shot out of his hand by Arthur, was now so terrified that he had wet his pants.
"Ahhh! Monsters, you are monsters!!!" A miserable scream rang out from the man's mouth, and then he was pulled off his horse by Micah, who then punched him twice until he spat blood and calmed down.
"No, no, don't hit me anymore! I was wrong! Please, spare me!" The man was terrified, half-lying on the ground, held by Micah, desperately trying to escape backward.
Unacceptable, he truly couldn't accept the shocking scene he had just witnessed.
A full eighteen accomplices, six of them fell the moment the gunshots rang out!
Damn it, he absolutely only heard one gunshot, but six of his accomplices died!
Just as his hand reached for his gun holster, only five of his remaining twelve accomplices were left.
Then, just as he pulled his gun out of its holster, his gun was shot out of his hand!
Damn it, what kind of devils are in this ranch?
Tears even flowed from the man's eyes out of fear; he watched in utter despair as he was surrounded by a group of muscular men.
"Sean, Bill, go and bring their horses back; these are valuable assets!" Dutch arrived late from behind, instructing the two men beside him.
Then he stepped forward and came to Micah's side.
"Micah, let this gentleman tell us what gang they are members of. I think you'll be able to make him talk."
Micah grinned menacingly.
"Don't worry, Dutch, you know my methods."
With that, he grabbed the man's hair and slammed a punch directly into the man's face.
"You heard him, mister, speak up, what's your gang?" Micah smiled menacingly, his hand gripping the man's scalp as if he wanted to tear it open.
"Ow, ow, ow, I'll talk, I'll talk! We're the Buffalo Gang! We're the Buffalo Gang!" The man wailed, shielding his face, blocking Micah's hand.
Micah could fight fifteen men at once; he was as strong as a buffalo, and getting punched by him was not a pleasant experience at all.
"Buffalo Gang? What kind of trash gang is that?" Micah scoffed, then asked again.
"Where's your gang's address? How many people are left?" Saying that, he punched the man's face again.
"Ow, ow, I'll talk, I'll talk! Our gang has no address, and no one left; I'm the last one! There were nineteen of us in total!" The man cried out.
They were just a small gang, usually not daring to commit crimes in towns like Valentine, which had police protection; they only dared to bully passersby in the wilderness.
And today, they finally encountered a ranch that was clearly newly built, and they didn't see many people inside, so they thought of trying their luck. As a result, in less than five seconds, everyone was dead!
"A gang of nineteen people dares to rob a ranch? You really have a lot of guts. Alright, Micah, you can deal with him as you please; I'm done with it. Arthur, Hosea, come with me to Valentine. It's time we met Mr. Trelawny. I hope he can bring me good news.
Oh, and David, Micah, Bill, Charles, go and release that young man Kieran. I think this long experience should have worn down his spirit. Go with him and kill all the members of the O'Driscoll Gang! I don't want them robbing my supply wagons in the future!"
"Alright, Dutch!" Micah and David nodded.
"Alright, Dutch!" Arthur also nodded, holstering his double-action revolver, then stepped back to the stable to retrieve his horse.
Micah directly strangled the man to death with both hands, then joined Bill, Sean, and Charles in disposing of the bodies.
Dutch, Arthur, and Hosea rode their horses toward Valentine.
This incident still gave him some warning: the factory needed some defensive strength, especially in this remote location, otherwise, those large gangs might come to cause trouble.