Chapter 636 Admission Letter

"Mr. Mayor, Mr. Sheriff, we are the police from Clarkburg." Several wretched guys introduced themselves to each other, and the surrounding townspeople had retreated further.

Jackson looked at the guys who had their disloyalty written on their faces and said directly, "You are all fired."

Jackson's words surprised everyone around him. Even the state police who were accompanying him thought that the man in front of him was crazy. They could conclude from the previous meeting that the number of gangsters here would not be less than 30.

If there were no temporary policemen, how could one person deal with the entire gang?

The mayor took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He didn't think anyone could really deal with the entire gang alone, and he didn't think Jackson could get away with it.

Fortunately, the mayor's housekeeper had already contacted the Sheridan family before. Whoever won against Jack Hinton would help him. This was what he had planned long ago.

But he didn't expect that "Stonewall" was so stupid. It was a pity that Senator Terrell praised him.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with being a bad mayor and having a powerful friend, but if you can gain the friendship of Councilman Terrell, then being a good mayor is not impossible.

However, Mr. Jackson, who was highly praised by Councilman Terrell, seemed to be just a brainless reckless man. It is respectable not to cooperate with the gangs in order to uphold justice for others, but it is not worth risking your life for it, let alone boasting.

When Jackson said "You are all fired", the "former" police officers of Clarkburg were stunned for a moment, but then sneered.

"Sir, are you crazy? We are the backbone of this town! Without us, what can you use to negotiate with Mr. Da Gama?"

"Stonewall" still said expressionlessly.

"Hand over your badges."

Jackson's indifferent attitude in the face of threats made several police officers a little angry, and one of them took off his badge and threw it on the ground.

"Wait to die! You lunatic!"

The mayor on the side also advised.

"Mr. Jackson, you just returned to Clarkburg and are not familiar with the situation. At least you should let them take you to familiarize yourself with the situation in the town."

"No need."

"Stonewall" answered without hesitation, then turned to the "former" police officers and continued: "Hand over your police badges."

The remaining few people also took off their police badges and threw them on the ground, and then stepped on them twice with their feet as if they were protesting.

"Stonewall" remained unmoved. After picking up the police badges on the ground one by one, he announced: "From now on, residents of Clarkburg will no longer have police officers collect protection fees from you, and no one will report your reports to the gangs!

From today on, the Clarkburg Police Department welcomes all brave and loyal people who want to make this place better to join!"

As expected, "Stonewall"'s words won applause, which made the "former" police officers both shocked and annoyed and could only leave in disgrace, but none of the residents stood up to express their willingness to join the police force.

After that, Jackson did not go directly to the police station, but returned to his home.

When the "former" police officers reported to the Sheridan family, Da Gama Sheridan was not surprised, but continued to play with his servants.

The black man was forcibly fixed to a wall, and every knife of Da Gama's flying knife barely avoided the servant's body.

It was just the fear from human instinct that made the man scream. Seeing this scene, several "former" police officers couldn't help but admire the financial resources of the Sheridan family. After all, black slaves at this time cost hundreds of dollars, and their annual salary was only a few dozen dollars.

Da Gama Sheridan: "I know, thank you. If there is another opportunity, I hope we can cooperate again."

Then a black butler took out a purse and took out "Eagle Coins" from it and distributed them to everyone, who immediately left with gratitude.

Because there was an eagle pattern on the US dollar coin at that time, it was also called Eagle Coin. Because the impact of the economic crisis made the value of US dollar banknotes very unstable, Eagle Coins were hard currency.

Da Gama Sheridan threw the last flying knife and directly hit the crotch of the black man who was fixed on the wall. The latter was so scared that he had already passed out.

However, Da Gama didn't care. He just picked up the red wine glass beside him and drank it all.

"Master, those guys are gone. What about Thomas Jonathan Jackson?"

The black butler stepped forward cautiously and asked.

"Didn't a group of desperadoes come not long ago?"

"It was the Serput Gang, from Kentucky."

"Let them deal with it."

"Yes."

"Come back!" At this time, Da Gama seemed to remember something and added another sentence.

"Send a few people to keep an eye on them, don't let those guys run around! Clarkburg is mine!"

"Yes, master. I'll do it right away."

The black butler slowly left the room.

On the other hand, Jackson went to the countryside and began to visit several larger estate owners nearby. After all, he couldn't rely on himself to fight against the entire Clarkburg gang.

At the same time, the scum in Clark Castle could not be relied upon at all. The most powerful people in Virginia were the landowners, some of whom were even as powerful as the Sheridan family.

It's just that these manor owners usually only live in the countryside, and there are few conflicts between the two parties, so few people are willing to support Jackson to go to the city to seek justice.

The last place Jackson visited was a private farm. The area was completely incomparable to those of those manors, and the owner of the farm seemed to be older, but he was also the only one who sent "Stonewall" out.

Jackson returned to the cabin that belonged to him. There were still some low walls made of stones outside, but they were already a bit dilapidated and covered with tenacious plants.

After a day of repairs, this small home finally looks a little better. While chopping wood, Jackson suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves in the distance. He immediately dropped his ax and ran to the low wall.

There were seven cowboys in total, and they didn't dress like the locals. Moments before the men attempted to break into the farm, Jackson fired a shot into the air.

This is a warning. It is not unusual to say hello in this way in the United States at this time. After all, the security at that time was not really "good".

One of the leading cowboys could only shout distantly: "Is it Sheriff Jackson?"

"it's me."

"Can I come over?"

"If you have anything to say, please say it directly."

The leading cowboy raised his hand to show that he meant no harm.

"I just want to say to you, Chief Jackson. It was Mayor Cotton who asked us to come here."

"You come here alone."

After the cowboys made some eye contact with each other, the first cowboy said.

"Okay, I'll come right away."

The cowboy wanted to enter on horseback, but was stopped by Jackson, so the cowboy could only climb over the fence and walk towards the low wall where Jackson was.

This time the latter spoke first.

"What does the mayor want from me?"

"The mayor has found a traitor to the Sheridan family who can prove the guilt of Da Gama Sheridan and confess the names of his accomplices.

Please take a look. "

The cowboy approached Jackson with a smile and took out a pistol from his arms.

Just listen to "Bang! Bang!" Two gunshots were heard.

The cowboy was shot once in the chest and forehead. He fell on his back and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

The revolver in Jackson's hand was still emitting white smoke from the muzzle. He did not believe the other party's lies from beginning to end.

Although "Stonewall" was a mess in the cultural classes at West Point Military Academy, compared with these military skills, he was not inferior to those instructors.

The six knights in the distance were still in shock. You must know that the seven of them were famous robbers in the Kentucky area, especially since they had never failed in this kind of "door-to-door" assassination activity.

But this time they miscalculated. Not only did the other party not die, but their boss was killed with two shots.

But before they could wake up from the shock, another shot rang out, and a cowboy fell from his horse.

Jackson hid behind the low wall and watched the attackers' movements while leisurely loading bullets.

"Carter! Damn it! Let's kill him together!"

A cowboy wearing a black sombrero roared and tore down a fence so their horses could charge into the farm.

The remaining five knights all took out their revolvers and rushed towards the low wall not far away. They were all veterans who knew the distance and the muzzle-loading rifles used by the other party.

The power and range of this kind of gun are indeed much stronger than the revolvers in their hands, but the loading speed is also much slower.

At this time, the revolvers used by Americans were still the most primitive old-fashioned weapons that required pressing the hammer to fire continuously.

But as long as they rush to the low wall with a burst of energy, the other party will be dead.

However, just halfway through the rush, gunshots rang out again, and another cowboy was shot and fell from his horse. Although the hit was not a vital part, the fall from the high-speed horse made it impossible for him to get up again.

"Damn! He actually has two shotguns!"

The cowboy wearing a black wide-brimmed hat cursed angrily, and another short cowboy replied.

"We're fine this time he's dead! The shotgun can't be reloaded that fast!"

But at this time, the two people beside them actually turned their horses' heads at the same time. The two looked forward with some doubts, and found that Jackson had raised the rifle again.

The cowboy wearing a black wide-brimmed hat struggled to hold the horse's reins, trying to avoid the black muzzle in front of him, while the short cowboy couldn't stop and rushed straight towards the low wall.

However, they did not hear the gunfire, but the neighing of men and horses.

The short cowboy hit the low wall with his horse and man, and when he was about to get up, he was stabbed in the back by Jackson.

Jackson dropped the bloody bayonet and started reloading again.

News of the Serput Gang's failure soon reached Sheridan's ears.

"What a bunch of losers! Seven against one and they still missed! It's not as useful as if I had seven dogs!"

Da Gama was really angry. He didn't expect this group of wanted criminals to be so useless.

"Owner.."

The black butler spoke again, but was interrupted by Vasco da Gama before he could finish speaking.

"What else is there!"

The black butler said cautiously: "Two people from the Serpt Gang were arrested and are in the police station now."

"Oh shit!"

Sheridan slashed the table with his knife, and the fine birch wood table instantly had a gash in it. The black butler was so frightened that he backed away.

Da Gama knew that those desperadoes would say and do anything to survive. Although they were just outsiders, God knew what Jackson would ask.

In order to solve the problem once and for all, Vasco da Gama decided to take the people there himself.

Soon, more than two dozen gunmen arrived in front of the small town's police station. The midday sun was scorching hot, and the air was distorted by the water vapor emitted from the ground.

The streets of the town were now completely silent, with the sound of tumbleweeds and the crows chirping.

"What a great day to kill!"

Vasco da Gama smiled, and with a wave of his hand, more than two dozen gunmen started shooting at the wooden exterior wall of the small town police station. From time to time, there was the sound of table tennis, bottles, and bottles breaking inside. The bullets penetrated the wooden boards and almost covered the entire room. .

After about five minutes, Vasco da Gama felt that the people inside must be dead and ordered his men.

"Drag the person out and hang him in front of the mayor's house, so that everyone will know what will happen if he goes against me! Damn it! What a waste of money you can get for just a few dozen dollars a year!"

However, as soon as the men opened the door, there was a violent explosion. The huge air wave directly blew away the nearest gunmen, and the broken wooden boards knocked down the remaining gunmen like grenade fragments.

Vasco da Gama was also frightened and fell off his horse, his pink suit stained with earthy yellow.

When gunfire rang out, Jackson was crouching next to a makeshift stone wall and shooting. But this time there was an extra helper beside him, who looked like an old farmer.

But in fact, Jackson's assistant was the once-famous James Bowie, and his knife was the kind that Stallone later used in First Blood.

Historically, James Bowie died in the Alamo, but in this life, Tasan Anna released all the prisoners of war after occupying the Alamo, so Bowie survived.

It's just that at this time, James Bowie lost all his honor. After returning to Virginia, he resigned from all positions and found a remote rural farm.

Until Jackson found him, James Bowie had never lacked courage and was not afraid of death, but his personal influence was really limited in the war.

At this time, fighting with gangs was obviously more suitable for him. In the end, James Bowie and Jackson killed the gang that was entrenched in Fort Clark.

After that, the two teamed up to let the town enjoy peace for a long time, until two letters of accusation were sent to the White House.

President Polk angrily removed Sheriff Thomas Jonathan Jackson and Sheriff Bowie from Fort Clark.

The former is a scum who abused his power, while the latter is simply a deserter from the Alamo and a disgrace to the American people.

James Knox Polk, the tough guy president, couldn't stand it.

The ouster was nothing to James Bowie; he just became a farmer again. In fact, this is nothing to Jackson, he is also going to try to be a farmer.

At this time, a messenger delivered two letters, both sent from Austria, and were delivered to the two men respectively.

James Bowie was very happy after opening the letter, because it was from the Austrian Congo Colony, inviting him, a brave man, to explore the unknown on the African continent.

Jackson also offered his congratulations, when James Bowie asked curiously.

"Thomas, why don't you read that letter?"

"I have never dealt with the Austrians. In the Mexican-American War, I fought Mexicans, black Mexicans to be precise."

"Let's take a look."

At the instigation of James Bowie, Jackson opened the outermost package. Inside was an exquisite envelope with several large gilded letters written on it - Austrian Empire, Theresa Military Academy.

This is an admission notice from the highest military academy in the Austrian Empire.