America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 524
The Wells Fargo location is at the end of Wall Street.

This place itself is located in the lower city, not far from the site of the Five Points Gang.

However, the two sides are usually distinct, and there is rarely any excessive intersection.

Today's Wells Fargo looks much like it does from the outside.

Except, the door was extraordinarily quiet.

The new Sheriff Bullock brought almost all the police officers of the New York Police Department and set up an ambush here.

Not only the inside of Wells Fargo, but also the surrounding streets, and even the roofs of the surrounding houses are all Bullock's people.

However, according to the usual practice, this news had already been leaked to the members of the Five Points Gang by some of the police officers.

After all, money is not free.

Although the police officers who had collected the money hadn't figured out why Torrio would choose to rob Wells Fargo blatantly.

But they don't want their money to be cut off either.

But Bullock didn't know.

As a "young boy" in the New York police force, he didn't know about the closed doors for the holidays.

At this time, he was standing on the roof of a nearby building with a gun, staring intently at the direction of the five o'clock district.

"Chief, all irrelevant personnel have been dismissed." A subordinate policeman reported to Bullock, "People have been arranged to watch the front and rear doors and windows."

He glanced at the empty street below, and hesitantly asked his immediate superior: "But Director, are you sure they will come?"

"What nonsense, just let me watch if you tell me, why bother so much?" Brock was a little angry.

In the army, the commander's order is not allowed to be questioned, why is there so much nonsense when it comes to the police?

What's more, there are three fires for a new official to take office, and the first fire must be burned well enough.

He was a little impatient.

The five o'clock gang didn't make him wait too long.

A group of ragged men with guns appeared in Bullock's field of vision.

"Where's the Torrio? Why didn't he come?" At the back of the line, Eastman squinted at the gopher.

He had just led people to join the Five Point Gang and the civilians who came with guns.

Torrio didn't appear in the Five Points team, but Gopher and the Five Points carried a lot of explosives on their backs.

At the same time, as he expected, only some of the people who received guns in the morning came.

After all, impulse is temporary, and those who are really willing to rob a bank are a minority.

Most of them are too poor to live happily.

"Do you mean that I am not qualified to lead the team?" Gopher glanced at him contemptuously, "If you are afraid of death, stay behind, but don't forget I reminded you, if you don't work hard, wait a while You don't have any money."

After all, he rushed to the front of the team with a gun.

Pedestrians on the road have long been hiding away, and some who don't know the truth are standing on the side of the road in a daze.

But when they saw the guns in these people's hands, they all left consciously.

The group quickly rushed to the door of Wells Fargo.

Eastman looked more and more wrong.

According to his experience, it is impossible for this street to be so quiet, and it is even more impossible for there to be no one there.

"As soon as the gun fires later, we will withdraw, understand?" He told the people around him.

"Chief, do you want to shoot now?" The not-so-smart police officer next to Bullock spoke again.

"If you talk nonsense again, believe it or not, I'll fire you now?" Bullock said impatiently, "I want to catch them all. Once the gun is fired, won't these bastards all run away?"

The police officer didn't dare to speak any more, and stood beside him silently.

"Rush in," yelled the gopher.

A crowd scrambled into Wells Fargo.

There was also no one inside.

The bank that received the news had already evacuated its personnel.

Due to the relatively short time, they took away the cash they could take away, but the gold in the underground vault could not be transferred.

So the bank supervisor locked the vault door and ran away.

Anyway, Sergeant Brock assured him that no gold bar would be lost, and those criminals would be brought to justice.

But the civilians don't know this.

They began to rummage through boxes and cabinets, searching everywhere, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

And the gopher ran towards the back of the house with the members of the Five Points Gang.

But to everyone's surprise, including the other gang members, the gopher led them directly into an extremely remote storage room on the side.

"Boss, why don't we go to the vault?" The subordinates looked around at the room that didn't even have a window, "It seems to be full of sundries, nothing here."

"Idiot, can the thick wall of the underground vault be blown away with the explosives in our hands?" The gopher scolded, "Stop talking nonsense, blow up the wall quickly, and before those idiot policemen can react, let's run away!" road!"

Running away?Then why are you here?

Although the subordinates were confused, they still followed the order.

After a while, there was only a loud "boom" in the bank's building.

The whole building seemed to be shaking.

Those who were still searching in the bank raised their heads, a little dazed.

They are also looking for the source of the sound.

And Eastman, who was always ready to run outside, reacted faster than these stupid people.

"Damn it, they literally blew the vault open!"

After hesitating for ten seconds, he decided to rush in with his men.

Before hearing the explosion, he always felt that this matter was too unreliable.

But after the explosion sounded, the scene of the vault opening emerged in his mind.

If the temptation is strong enough, some people will lose their minds and take risks, and their previous caution will be thrown into the sky.

Damn it, wealth and wealth are sought in insurance, as to whether you can get out alive with the money, that is not something to consider now.

However, when everyone rushed to the basement, they found that the vault was intact.

Eastman sensed that something was wrong.

He led his men to search around the bank building, and finally found the big hole in the wall of the storage room.

"Oops! We were cheated!" Eastman, who had reacted, went out of the hole without saying a word.

But almost as soon as he got out of the hole.

Gunshots sounded.

Several bullets fired almost simultaneously hit the ground near his feet, splashing dust and debris.

"Fuck, there's an ambush outside! These guys sold us out!" Eastman hurried back.

It is true that there are policemen outside, but Eastman really wronged the Five Points Gang.

Brock didn't know what happened when he heard the explosion, but fortunately, his men reacted quickly.

They realized that there was a hole in their encirclement.

After discovering the hole in the side wall, additional troops were deployed at this point, trying to block the gang of daring guys inside.

"You are surrounded! Surrender, or you will be shot!" Bullock shouted loudly to the people in the bank from the roof.

When some people heard this, they were half-cowarded and prepared to go out and surrender, while others were not.

A retired Union soldier came to the door.

He hadn't found anything of value in the bank, and he was burning with anger.

The soldier saw the policemen across the street from him.

When I think of how these people are domineering and oppressing the common people, I suddenly get angry.

A rage rose from his chest.

As a former soldier, instead of being respected, he was bullied by these youngsters.

Now that the gun is back in his hands, how can he make these bastards feel better?

He raised his gun and aimed at one of them.

A shot was fired, and a police officer was shot in the chest and fell to the ground.

"Someone killed the policeman inside!"

Immediately, gunshots broke out inside and outside Wells Fargo Bank, and the two sides became one.

At the same time, on the other side of the lower city, there was a white building at the door.

This is also a small "bank".

However, the bank does not operate externally, but serves the New York City government.

Taxes collected throughout New York City are generally transported to the treasury here, and then withdrawn from here as needed.

However, the guards here are far from those of Wells Fargo.

the reason is simple.

This place is right next to the New York City Police Department. If something really happened, the police would definitely be dispatched in seconds, and even the people and weapons would be cleaned up for you.

It's been a sleepy afternoon.

The guard at the sentry box at the gate was drowsy.

A carriage wobbled into the yard.

"Hey! Stop! Who is it?" The guard raised his head and shouted at the carriage.

The driver who drove the coach looked to be an Italian.

"It's a delivery." The man spoke to the guard in broken English.

"Send something?" The guard walked to the back of the carriage suspiciously, wanting to see what it was.

Then, he was held in the forehead by a gun barrel.

"Bang" a gunshot sounded.

There was a blood hole in the guard's head, and he fell forward.

"Sorry, you saw our faces." The coachman jumped down from the carriage.

This person is Torrio.

He took a square scarf from his pocket and covered his mouth and nose.

"Boys, come on, come on, we're going to work!" said the Italian cheerfully, "Don't be shy like a woman."

Seven or eight men with guns got out from behind the carriage.

Their faces were also covered with cloths.

"Boss, shall we just go in like this?" The five o'clock gang members who shot just now took a look at the police station that was almost separated by a wall, still feeling a little apprehensive.

"Oh, you reminded me that we have to get the money pockets ready." Torrio pointed at the carriage to the other.

The latter dug out several sacks from the car, rolled them up indiscriminately with his hands, and stuffed them under his armpits.

A group of people walked towards the white building aggressively.

The bank manager heard gunshots.

From the window, he saw the group of vicious gunmen and the guards rushing to the street.

The manager's first reaction was to pick up the phone and report to the police station.

However, no matter how he called, there was no answer on the other end of the conversation.

In order to ensure the success of his first mission after becoming the director, Bullock took away all the policemen in the police station, not even those on duty.

"Are you looking for the Chief of Police?"

The door was kicked open with a bang.

Torrio walked in.

"Don't move, just squat with your head in your arms!" The gang members behind followed in, and they controlled the situation.

The Italian walked up to the manager, holding a gun in one hand and looking at the manager with his little finger in his ear.

"He won't come to rescue you. If nothing else happens, he should be fighting wits and courage between Wells Fargo and the civilians in the lower city."

The manager put down the handset of the phone.

"you."

Before he finished speaking, just like the security guard at the door, someone pointed a gun to his forehead.

The manager is very scared.

New York is not like the West, and no one will rob banks as their daily leisure activity.

This manager has no experience.

So, he doesn't know what to do now.

"Then, Mr. Manager, can you tell me where the vault is?" Torrio's muzzle moved back and forth on the manager's forehead, "Or, can you open it for me?"

The manager muttered for a long time, his voice was so small that it seemed that his vocal cords had fallen at home.

"Mr. Manager, please speak up, I can't hear you." Torrio turned his ear.

But the manager's voice was still very small, and no one knew what he was talking about.

The expression on Torrio's face was very strange.

He suddenly pulled out his gun and shot a squatting unlucky guy next to him.

The unlucky guy in his 40s was shot and fell into a pool of blood, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Those present were terrified again.

"So, have you changed your mind now?"

Torrio changed the subject: "However, Mr. Manager, from now on, every minute, as long as you haven't made a decision, I will kill a person present!"

Hearing this, the staff members who were crouching on the ground with their heads in their arms seemed to have been sentenced to death, and it was executed immediately.

Of course, some people tried to rush towards the door while Torrio was not paying attention.

The ending is naturally a hit.

Torrio put bullets in the back of the "defectors".

"I'll go, can't I go?" The manager finally agreed.

He took Torrio and other masked gang members to the vault in the basement.

(End of this chapter)