1850 American Gold Tycoon

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These thugs are destroying your homes, taking your gold, and threatening your lives.

Unless they are all sent to the gallows! Otherwise our San Francisco will never have peace.

It is not up to me to defend the laws of this land, and it is not up to me to deliver justice. But it should be you! Come to the people of San Francisco, because this is our common home!

If you need me, Sam Brannan, to stand up, I, Sam Brannan, will lead you without hesitation to defend the laws of this land and uphold justice in this land!

Long live the United States of America! Long live the people of California! "

The San Francisco Sheriff's Commission was formed amid Brannan's impassioned speech.

Although the deserters failed to attack San Francisco, they still looted some shops and houses in the city, causing immeasurable losses to San Francisco.

What's even worse is that there are many gangs in San Francisco who have survived the robbery, and it has become a paradise for criminals.

Brannan was not spared from the riots. Thugs looted four of his shops and became one of the merchants who suffered the most losses in the riots.

Brannan was very calm-minded. He did not immerse himself in the grief of property losses like other store owners, nor did he blindly curse the thugs, because doing so would not bring him any substantial benefits.

Brannan saw an opportunity in the chaos and fear of San Francisco, perhaps to capitalize on the people's insecurities and fears.

He is now the richest man in California, but his ambitions don't stop there. He wants to go further.

As the vigilante committee was formed, Brannan used his gold and dollars to buy off some gangs in gang-ridden San Francisco and used them to eliminate others.

San Francisco's security improved in a short period of time, something even Sheriff Flagg failed to do.

Brannan's reputation in San Francisco grew as a result, which was exactly what he wanted to see.

Cleaning up the security in San Francisco is just a convenience. This is not the purpose of Brannan's establishment of the Security Council. The gold spent must be recovered and converted into tangible benefits.

When Liang Yao returned to San Francisco, he could already clearly feel the difference in San Francisco. Groups of gunmen with armbands patrolled the streets and alleys of San Francisco, occasionally pulling those "thugs" out of stores.

The onlookers applauded and rushed into the store to start zero-dollar shopping. They only regretted that their parents didn't give them two more hands so that they could take more products from the store.

"Mr. Brannan is the savior God sent to San Francisco!"

"San Francisco without Mr. Brannan is unimaginable!"

“I love that they seek justice, and I really hope they seek justice every day!”

The people who came out of the shop said so.

"Trial the criminals! Mr. Brannan is trying the criminals in the square!"

News of Brannan's trial of "thugs" in the Plaza quickly spread throughout the streets of San Francisco, and people flocked to the Plaza to watch California's first-ever trial.

Liang Yao, who had "the bad nature of the Chinese nation", was naturally not immune to the vulgarity, and went to the square with his companion Robinson to watch the execution.

"Jenkins? No! He is not a thug! He is just a shopkeeper who follows the rules, a businessman who operates legally!"

After seeing the face of the interrogator clearly, Robinson had a painful expression on his face.

"What crime did poor Jenkins commit?"

"According to the laws of the United States of America, Jenkins is a good, law-abiding citizen. If he committed any crime, it would only be for blocking Brannan's financial path, but this crime in San Francisco is enough to send him to prison. Go to the gallows.”

California is not a state yet, so it naturally has no state laws. If we want to follow the law, we can only follow the laws of the federal government of the United States.

Liang Yao sees things more clearly than Robinson. In California now, whoever has the most gold and whoever has the strongest fist is the law. Now this person is Brannan.

"This is a blasphemy against the laws of the United States of America!" Robinson felt extremely indignant.

In this country cloaked in post-Roman Empire style, advocating the law has become the consensus among well-educated citizens like Robinson, who comes from a middle-class background.

He did not allow the sacred law to be desecrated. Although all laws in the world were extensions of the will of the ruling class, Robinson was not a member of the ruling class.

"If you want to blaspheme the laws of the United States of America, there are too many damn people." Liang Yao shrugged and spread his hands.

"Is this going to be beheading? Where is the executioner? Where is the knife?"

Deng Wenyu, who came to San Francisco with Liang Yao, was looking around curiously, trying to find the executioner.

He has never seen beheadings, but he heard that the city of Guangzhou beheaded several Guangxi rebels the year before last who were deceiving the public with their monstrous words and believed that they were their fathers.

He didn't expect to see beheadings in Citiland, which made Deng Wenyu a little excited and looking forward to it.

"If nothing else, the well-dressed Brannan is the executioner. People in Citigroup think beheading is too bloody. They prefer to hang people with ropes or set them on fire, which would be more civilized."

Deng Wenyu looked at Brannan, who was very different from the executioner in his impression, and murmured to himself: "It's all death anyway, is there any difference? Maybe death by beheading would be more enjoyable."

"What are your companions talking about?" Robinson, who couldn't understand Cantonese, asked curiously.

"He was saying that direct beheading might be more humane than hanging." Liang Yao scratched his scalp and explained to Robinson.

Brannan pretended to weave Jenkins' unfounded charges in front of an excited crowd, and finally sentenced Jenkins to hanging.

Brannan then placed a noose around Jenkins' neck.

"Brannan, you will get your comeuppance!"

A heartbroken Jenkins glared at Brannan.

"When you get to heaven, I will tell God about your evil deeds! God will punish you!"

"No, you will go to hell. Go talk to Satan about this!"

Brannan's mouth twitched involuntarily, and he hanged Jenkins himself.

In this absurd trial, Brannan played the role of judge, jury, and executioner alone.

Jenkins became the first victim of Brannan's men, and there may be second, third or even more victims later, that is, Brannan's competitors were sent to the gallows.

By using lynching to hang Jenkins, Brannan is no longer just a selfish and profit-seeking businessman and speculator. He wants much more than that.

"Chief Flag, are you here too? What a coincidence, I was just about to visit you."

After the crowd gradually dispersed, Liang Yao saw Flagg with a bandage on his right hand and a complicated expression.

In the eyes of these indifferent people, Brannan is now the king of San Francisco and even California. No one will remember that there is a police chief in California.

Of course, that's not the worst.

Flagg also knew that California's chaotic state could not continue forever. There is gold here, and it is only a matter of time before the complete administrative judiciary of the United States is settled here.

Obviously, Brannan's behavior had clearly crossed the line and far exceeded Flagg's psychological expectations.

Flagg received a lot of gold from Brannan. If he were to be investigated in the future, people would only regard him as the police chief as an accomplice of the villain Brannan.

"Oh? It's really a coincidence." Flagg raised his head and forced a smile, "I received your greetings and gifts. Thank you Liang, and Dr. Robinson. Your medicine is very useful."

Flagg entertained Liang Yao and Robinson at his home, and he also knew that he would not go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything.

He knew that Liang Yao and Robinson came all the way from Sacramento to San Francisco to find him, not just to visit him and care about his injury.

“California is not just San Francisco, Sacramento is growing very quickly and a lot of people are now settling there.

Of course, the current security situation there is not optimistic either. I guess upright Sheriff Flagg doesn't want Sacramento to be the next San Francisco. "

Liang Yao directly explained the purpose of his visit, but this time his words of praise were obviously not as effective as the last time. I think Brannan's use of lynching gave Flagg a lot of stimulation.

With an expression of indifference, Flagg cut off a half-cooked piece of beef from the steak and stuffed it into his mouth to chew.

"So you want me to send some police officers to Sacramento? Maybe your request is reasonable. It is our duty to protect the safety of American citizens, but I need to report to my superiors."

Liang Yao knew that this was just Fleger's perfunctory words, so he asked Deng Wenyu to bring a full 1,000 ounces of gold.

Words of praise are hard to use, and Liang Yao doesn't expect the gold to exert much magic power.

As expected, the gold impressed Mrs. Flagg, who had not seen much of the world, but did not impress Flagg.

Flagg wants gold, but these lovable things are now very hot in his eyes.

"Oh, dear, you have no reason to refuse this little gentleman's reasonable request, they are just insecure."

Mrs. Flagg couldn't put it down and played with the gold, feeling its heavy weight.

"Go away! Clean up your kitchen!"

Flagg slammed his fist on the table and raged at his wife.

Liang Yao also knew that Flagg liked gold, but gold was not what Flagg wanted most right now.

"On the day California becomes a state, if those fat-bellied members of the government and your bosses are surprised to find that in this chaotic land there is a place of order and strict observance of the laws of the United States. I think they will be very happy. A surprise, and all of this is thanks to you, Mr. Flagg."

Liang Yao continued to try to convince Flagg that in a short period of time, he would not be able to organize a private armed force that could compete with the combat effectiveness of these former professional or semi-professional mounted police. What's more, Flagg has legal law enforcement authority granted by the federal government, so Flagg is very critical to him.

"Chief Flagg, Sacramento needs you." Dr. Robinson also cast an earnest look at Flagg.

Flagg just took a sip of milk, then wiped his mouth and threw the napkin casually on the table.