Chapter 378 Scarlett Meadows Train Robbery

In 1899, trains were the most convenient form of transportation in the United States, especially for long-distance travel.

Ordinary citizens can probably only buy a hard seat ticket, endure the pain in the buttocks caused by sitting for a long time, and pray that the seat next to them will not be occupied by a country bumpkin who smells of dirt and feces.

Rich people would buy high-end sleeper tickets; those who could enter such carriages were basically respectable people and would not encounter embarrassing situations. As for the wealthy people who spent a lot of money to book the entire carriage, it was relatively rare. Such people would inevitably encounter some sour words, such as being ridiculed as "nouveau riche"; such terms probably came from the mouths of some poor people in Europe.

However, the truly rare wealthy people are another type, such as those who own a private carriage. When such people need to travel by rail, they either add their private carriage to the back of a regular train, or even ask the railway company to modify the train schedule and add a special train for them.

If the first type of nouveau riche can only make people curse and criticize, then the second type of rich people who can directly change the rules are the most hated objects of the "American working people".

How to say it, if the second type of rich people were robbed or murdered in the street, people would not pity him, but would only cheer for the robber and murderer.

Lin You is now playing the role of the second type of rich man. It's not that he can be high-profile, but he needs to use this method to build momentum for himself. If he wants to mobilize American factory owners, mine owners, celebrities and wise men to help, he has to show his strength appropriately.

After all, the United States is no longer a British colony. The Forrest family's noble title sounds nice, but it is not useful; Americans are both realistic and direct, and only recognize strength, not titles.

The benefits of demonstrating strength were also obvious. Most of the tasks Lin You arranged were in an orderly manner and achieved the desired results at the scheduled time. Various appointments basically exhausted the manpower of Pinkerton Detective Agency in various places.

The numerous missions invited include both the "traditional business" of the detective agency, such as security for industrial and mining enterprises and suppression of trade unions, as well as the "emerging market" of serving as bodyguards for celebrities and stars. During this period, many gangs across the United States have become rampant, and there have been many threats and extortions against wealthy people, which indirectly led to a surge in the business of the Pinkerton Detective Agency.

Everything happened so naturally. As a private company, Pinkerton Detective Agency’s top priority is to make a profit; when the people arranged by Lin You offered a price 50% or even double the usual price and asked to “jump in line” in the scheduled cases, they also received positive feedback.

Nearly 2,000 Pinkerton detectives in the United States were assigned to different mission locations. In just two months, the detective agency was seriously short of staff.

At this time, the investigation work also began.

After excluding the more than a thousand detectives he employed and then screening out the detectives who accepted normal employment tasks from other employers, he finally screened out the names of dozens of detectives; these people were detectives whose whereabouts were unknown or whose specific tasks could not be found.

In the train compartment, Lin You held the final "suspect list" and looked at the two "familiar" names on the list, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Milton, Ross..." Lin You threw down the list, put his feet on the table and half-lay on the chair. The rhythmic sound of wheels hitting rails came from under his feet.

When he saw these two names, Lin You vaguely guessed what little Mehad was up to - the other party wanted to lead him into the plot of "Red Dead Redemption".

As for what you want to do and what purpose you want to achieve after introducing it, it takes more thought.

A Morgan, a kidnapped Loki, and an unknown true god who assisted in kidnapping Loki; the three true gods hid in the big world, but did not reveal any trace of divinity and divine power.

Considering that Thor and Tyr have searched almost every remote corner of the world and still found nothing, the only place Patrick and the others can hide is human society.

Given the huge number of humans, the three true gods hiding in hiding would be no different from a drop of water falling into the sea. Even if the Supreme God came, he would not be able to find anyone for a while.

However, Patrick Morgan was only a fugitive after all, and had been hiding in Europe under the mortal identity of Little Meinhard for many years; it can be imagined that he did not have the support of two intelligence agencies like Lin You, so he did not have much help in the United States. If he did not use divine power, the only agency that could provide him with help seemed to be the Pinkerton Detective Agency, which was open to business and had both intelligence and force.

Is this why Meinhard Jr. set the "battlefield" in the storyline of "Red Dead Redemption"?
It won’t be that simple!
Do you want to use me to change the plot of "Red Dead Redemption" and create more hotbeds of "unknown"?

But why did you choose Red Dead Redemption? Is it because it happened to be in this era and has a big enough influence?
Lin You was immersed in his thoughts, and vaguely saw Patrick Morgan's half-smiley face in front of him, as if silently instigating him: "Are you going to continue to tangle with me for forty years until the end of the time restricted area; or are you willing to take some risks and use this deliberately left clue to force me out of human society?"

"Tsk, forty years of hell!" Lin You couldn't help cursing. Loki had been kidnapped, and even the dumbest person could guess that Patrick was already planning the next step of the conspiracy. Who could sit and wait for forty years?

The writer could play the soldier-thief game with two big idiots from Asgard for eight years, but he didn't dare to let Patrick Morgan play conspiracy for forty years.

If the "God of Truth" does not show up, it's fine. But if he does, he will be beaten to death regardless of whether he is true or false.

Count Goff in the carriage was undecided when he suddenly heard a sharp metal friction sound under his feet; the train braked abnormally suddenly, and the huge inertia caused all the unfixed objects in the carriage to slide in the same direction.

There were a lot of loud "ding-dong" noises, and many ornaments on the desk, coffee table, and bookshelf fell over or fell down; an ink bottle fell off the table, and the black ink spilled all over the oak floor.

Lin You was the only one who stood still in the carriage; although with his reaction speed he could have prevented the things in the carriage from falling over, he did not react at all and only listened attentively to the movements outside the carriage.

There were riots in several places at the same time, from the front to the middle carriage; and the sound of the riots was gradually approaching the carriage where Lin You was.

These are the last two carriages of the entire train; one is Lin You’s private carriage, and the last is the station for the security guards.

Soon, gunshots rang out, very close, from front, back, left, and right, mixed with the shouts of the security guards. Lin You recognized some of the voices, they were the Pinkerton detectives he hired in San Francisco.

Having mobilized so many "friends" to consume the manpower of the detective agency, Lin You must of course follow the trend and arrange a few around him.

Lin You identified the direction from which one of the voices came, opened the window and leaned out; "Where is the train going?"

The Pinkerton detective who was drawing his gun and shooting at someone next to the carriage was shocked; he couldn't understand why someone would open the window and look out in the hail of bullets, and he couldn't understand who would ask such an irrelevant question in the hail of bullets.

"Go back, close the windows, and don't open the door; we have train robbers, sir." The detective took the opportunity to shoot while talking, but the robbers were almost invisible in the dark night; "Damn it, it's 1899, how can there still be train robbers with such strong firepower."

Lin You seemed not to hear the other party's complaint, and kept asking: "Where are we now?"

"Scarlett Meadow, damn it! There's no village in front of here, and no shop behind. If you don't want to escape in the wilderness and be shot as a living target by robbers, just stay quietly in the car; don't disturb me while I'm working, I'm very..."

The detective did not finish his last words in this world; amid a hail of gunfire, a bullet penetrated his right temple from an angle and pierced through the top of his head.

Lin You "obediently" closed the window, just in time to block the splattering blood and brain matter.

(End of this chapter)