Chapter 45: Conversation of black and white

"I don't care about the trouble, I will deal with it immediately. I don't want this action to be hindered any more."

Charlotte was very dissatisfied. One or two thousand people, one or two thousand people... Almost one-third of the people in Denver who could pick up guns came out, and even he had just seen a few women on the window of the carriage... In Colorado, what kind of power can stop such an army? Could it be that the governor ended his campaign and came back? But what's the use? The governor could not control the mayor, and Denver had the final say.

"But... Boss, I think this matter is not so easy to deal with." Spring opened his mouth, trying to report what he saw to Charlotte, but he still didn't say it, "I think it's better for you to go and see it yourself!"

"Let me go by myself? Could it be that idiot Grant is really back?" Charlotte asked dissatisfied.

"Not Mr. Governor, but... I think this is more troublesome than returning the governor." Spring said with a puzzled look on his face.

"More trouble than the governor?" It's impossible that it was the president, right? Charlotte was a little surprised and annoyed, but after looking at Spring, he got off the carriage... It could make one or two thousand anxious guys waiting to make money stop moving forward, and it also made Spring feel that it was more troublesome than the governor. He really needed to take a look. However, even if it was troublesome, this action would never be affected. Not to mention the governor, even if the president came, he would not stop it.

"This, what is this?"

As the mayor and the direct leader and organizer of the operation, Charlotte easily passed through the crowd in front under Springland and came to the front of the team. However, he didn't take this so-called trouble much, but he couldn't help but be stunned after seeing the things in front of him!

Because, in front of the nearly two thousand gunmen, there were neatly arranged rows of corpses... Most of these corpses were pale and thin, worn in a worn-out manner, and most importantly, there was a long or short braid behind the heads of these corpses!

The corpse of the Chinese...

"Boss, what should we do?"

Spring was feeling a little weak and furious... all around him were filled with shocked and suspicious eyes, which made him feel like he was facing the wolves alone. This was not counting. The most important thing was that he felt that there seemed to be several pairs of eyes staring at him in the distance. What these eyes contained were strong murderous intent that could not be concealed...

"These Chinese did not escape, they were around, and they were coming back to take revenge!"

Spring couldn't help but sweat a little cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and a fear that he had never experienced before spread in his heart... The scene of Carter being bombed to death was staged in his heart over and over again.

"Where did these corpses come from? Where did they come from?"

Charlotte's voice couldn't help but tremble. How could these Chinese people dare to do this?

"Mr. Mayor, aren't you saying that those Chinese are robbers, kidnappers, arsonists, and murderers? Why, what we see now are their bodies?" After a brief silence, some people finally began to ask questions. Since those Chinese robbed so much money and each person can get three hundred dollars, why are there so many corpses placed here? After a rough look, there are dozens of people! Among all the people present, how many people have seen so many corpses at once? Even if those corpses belong to Chinese, if it weren't for the thousands behind them, most of them would be so scared that they would turn around and run away.

"He, they..." They were obviously moved by the Chinese. Charlotte's hands were clenched into fists. He never expected that the Chinese did not take advantage of the gap last night, but instead transported the killed companions back to Denver... What does this mean? Provocation? Want to avenge their dead companions?

"I think...there should be internal strife in these Chinese people!"

There were many people with rich imagination in the crowd. Just as Charlotte was trying to think about how to give the corpses in front of him a reasonable explanation, a cowboy in the crowd touched his chin and said his guess first.

"Yes, you're right." Charlotte quickly interfered, "These Chinese are greedy. They are all a group of vicious criminals!... Three hundred dollars, three hundred dollars each! What does this mean? It represents a huge sum of money that those yellow-skinned poor people can never save in their entire lives! So, because of the unfair distribution, they had differences, and in the end, they had internal conflicts!"

"Since they have already received so much money of 300 US dollars, why do they still have internal strife?" someone asked.

"Greed, because of greed! Greed is the devil!" Charlotte said loudly, "Although each of the Chinese people received three hundred dollars, some people must have received more. So, some people were not convinced, and in the end, this dissatisfaction led to internal conflicts... and they were all extremely cruel. Therefore, in order to grab more money, some of them killed their companions, and eventually caused many people to die!"

"Then why did they put these corpses here again?" Someone looked at the house next to it, which was burned to pieces, and there were only some broken walls. "It's impossible that we want us to help them deal with these corpses, right?"

"They must have received the news." Ayre dressed in cowboys, Charlotte's housekeeper, walked out of Spring's side: "Those Chinese must have known the mayor's speech yesterday, so they were scared. In order to stop us, or to stop us for a while, they secretly transported the bodies here under the cover of the night, hoping to use these bodies to make us feel a little sympathy for them... Unfortunately, they are too timid. None of them dares to face our siege army with thousands of people, otherwise, one person or a few people will be sent to us and tell us that they have been massacred by the militia and all the money has been stolen by the militia. Then, I think everyone will believe it, right?"

"That's right. If a yellow man stood in front of me now, with his back facing the bodies, he told me that they were just victims, I think I would believe it." Many people nodded.

"Boss, you can't let Al talk nonsense like this." People chose to believe Al's speculation. Even if someone didn't believe it, Spring was still in a cold sweat.

"Why? Al said it right." Charlotte frowned. He was happy for Al's impatience, because Al successfully diverted the suspicion caused by the corpses in front of him, and temporarily escaped him from an embarrassing dilemma.

"Boss, why don't you take a closer look?" Spring looked around and saw that many people were attracted by Al, and quietly put their mouths close to Charlotte's ears. "How did these Chinese die? They all died at the guns of the escaped militiamen... and most of them were beaten to death from behind. If it was an internal strife, would this happen?"

"Why can't it? During the internal strife, one group of people grabbed another group and then executed a gun." Charlotte said.

"But the boss..." Do you think everyone is fool? Spring is slightly dissatisfied and wants to continue to persuade Charlotte, asking the mayor to stop Al's nonsense so as not to be caught. Unfortunately, Charlotte didn't plan to listen to him at all:

"Enough, Spring, I don't want to discuss these things now. I just want to bring people to send all the Chinese to hell, and the corpses in front of me were just lucky enough to escape this roundup... more people will come to accompany them soon."

"But……"

"Mr. Mayor, Mr. Mayor..."

Spring still wanted to continue persuading, but at this moment, someone in the crowd squeezed towards this side, but was blocked by the militiamen who were bodyguards around him. Spring looked over and saw that this was a white man, who he didn't know, but seemed familiar.

"Who are you?" So many people, and the one who came was a white man, it should be fine. Charlotte signaled the bodyguards around him to get out of the way and asked the man again.

"Hello, Mr. Mayor, my name is Evernon, and I am the owner of the nearby Horseshoe Inn!" The old white man introduced himself with a flattering smile.

"Well, Horseshoe Inn, I've heard of this name. A very good hotel... Mr. Evernon, you have something to do with me." Charlotte was very friendly.

"Yes, something is wrong!" Evernon still smiled charmingly, "Last night, someone broke into my hotel, and he also brought a letter to me to pass it to you!"

"Letter?" Charlotte was slightly stunned, but Spring on one side changed drastically:
Chapter completed!