Wild North America 1846

Chapter 631 Madman Carl

Author: Portuguese toothless

Chapter 631 Madman Carl

Emperor Richard does not want to wait any longer. The problems in the United States of America will become bigger and bigger in the future. Like a pustule that keeps growing, it may evolve into the third North American War that shakes the foundation of the empire.

It might be a good thing to prick this pustule first.

The United States of America was brutally dismembered after the Second North American War. Its current land area is only 575,000 square kilometers and 12 states.

However, its total population is close to 26 million, 78% of which are white immigrants from European countries, ranking first among all countries in the Americas.

Although the territory is small, the United States of America retains the essence of the East Coast during the British colonial period. It has a series of important large and medium-sized cities such as New York, Philadelphia, Washington, Pittsburgh, Boston, Baltimore, and Portland (with the same name), and is home to urban commerce and trade.

developed.

It is the only country in the world with an urbanization rate of over 80%, much higher than the UK.

Although the urban population of the United States of America is large, it is not wealthy and has a heavy tax burden. Ordinary middle- and lower-class white families live in poverty, and there are large slums on the edge of the city.

This is because the United States of America is burdened with heavy war reparations and can only increase taxation. The average tax on each person is about 4.5 US dollars.

If women, children and the elderly are subtracted, the tax borne by each young male labor force is as high as 13 US dollars (note, because the US dollar is pegged to the Tang Yuan currency at 1:1, which is equivalent to 13 Tang Yuan), the average annual income does not exceed 40

For the average American worker, this is a heavy burden.

The administration of President Ulysses Grant, who is running for re-election in the United States (North), has used public opinion guidance to attribute all this to the greed and monopoly of Chinese capital, which has further aroused the dissatisfaction of the white people at the bottom of society.

Chang'an, the imperial capital

"We need to make good use of this. The Ulysses government can use it to win the presidential election, and then we can also use this ethnic antagonism to get what we want..."

Gai Yuntian, the new director of the Imperial Security Bureau, said enthusiastically that he was the first to take office as a new official, and he intended to leave a deep mark on the general bureau.

The previous director, Count Hu Baili, has been transferred to the commander-in-chief of the overseas military region and awarded the rank of lieutenant general. He has risen magnificently and become one of the few big bosses in the imperial military.

The director of the Imperial Security Bureau only holds the rank of major general. Although he is well-known among the people, he is a secret service agency that is not looked down upon by military bosses. He does sneaky things all day long.

Lieutenant General Hu Baili's daughter-in-law for many years became a mother-in-law, and now she has returned to the Qingyun Avenue of the military headquarters, which really makes all the colleagues in the bureau envious.

Now that he has taken the throne as the top leader of the General Security Bureau, Major General Gai Yuntian is full of ambition and ready to do something big. In front of him are several deputy directors and directors of operations.

some of

In addition to former deputy directors Shi Jiayong and Li Qing, there is also Zhu Fengchen, the former director of the Third Operations Division in charge of Cuba and South American affairs, who has been promoted to deputy director and to the rank of Army Brigadier General.

There are also Brigadier General Hu Hanbiao, the deputy director who was parachuted from the Royal Guards, and Colonel Liu Shunli, who took over the post of director of the Third Operations Division. Both of them are operational experts and long-time military veterans.

This is a top-level secret meeting of the State Security Administration. His Majesty the Emperor is currently touring the northern provinces and has already stayed in Seattle for a week, but the Holy Order has already been passed down.

Major General Gai Yuntian glanced at the venue with a stern look, strengthened his tone and said after scanning;

“Colleagues, this director once again gives a stern warning;

This is a highly confidential operation at the 3S level, with four deputy directors each commanding a team of operatives to carry out infiltration, incitement and subversion.

Each group has its own operation code name and plan. They are not allowed to inquire or communicate with each other, and they complete the entire mission independently.

If anyone leaks the news, this director will not be able to protect your head, and you will be eliminated.

If you perform well, you will be promoted to an official position soon.

Make use of all the trump cards you have accumulated in your daily life. The director will personally take charge of this task and supervise the implementation of the entire plan. He also has the authority to mobilize relevant military and government resources.

Colleagues, without the need for this director to elaborate, you should understand that the priority level of this task is unprecedented since the establishment of the General Security Bureau, and it must be completed with uncompromising excellence.

Now is the time for the Empire to test us. We must do our duty faithfully and do our best no matter what. It is our glorious mission to complete the mission at any cost."

"As ordered, sir, I will complete the mission at all costs." More than a dozen senior officers stood up and replied sonorously.

More than half a month later

Near the end of the year

There has just been a heavy snowfall in Boston, covering the British-style buildings in Boston with a layer of snow, just like a world in a fairy tale, where all the dirt and darkness are covered in white snow.

In the western suburbs manor

"Madman" Carl, who was as strong as a black bear, got off the carriage, tugged on his ill-fitting woolen suit with his hairy hands, muttering rude words like "damn" and "shit", and stepped on

Snow walked towards the foyer of the manor.

A butler in a black tuxedo had already been waiting here. When he saw "Madman" Carl arriving, the look of contempt in his eyes flashed away.

Then, the butler asked in a strong London accent; "Good morning, is this Mr. Carr from the West End Longshoremen's Union in Boston?"

"Oh, man, your accent sounds really awkward. I'm good-natured Carl, maybe we could find a place to have a drink and talk about women and the bad weather."

"Please answer my question, yes or no."

"Oh, damn guy, that's right, I'm Carl from the West End Dock Union, nicknamed "Madman", you really pissed me off... Man, no one dares to be so unreasonable to me."

"Please pay attention to your words and deeds. You are the guest that the master is waiting for. Although I think it is a waste of time. Just wait here and I will report back." The butler was not intimidated at all, turned around and walked away for two seconds.

He stopped after walking and said in a calm tone;

"If I were you, I would wait here honestly. If I run around, I might be shot dead on the spot. Finally, in the war more than ten years ago, I killed more than 100 strong men like you.

."

After saying that, the butler walked in the door proudly and closed the heavy oak door with his backhand.

These words made "Madman" Carl so angry that his nose twisted, but he just cursed a few more times in annoyance, but he did not really go crazy.

It's true that he is a "madman", but he is not really mad. Madness also depends on the occasion.

If we don't be more fierce and ruthless, how can we frighten those white coolies carrying packages and freight on the dock?

The cunning Italians, the sullen Germans who can't be beaten with a few sticks, the poor butt-selling Irishmen, and the Austrians with black fingernails are all a bunch of poor people.

Don’t expect the rich people to immigrate to the North American continent. Most of them are middle and lower class people who cannot survive in old Europe. They immigrate to North America because they yearn for a better life.

Who has enough to eat and nothing to do, so he travels across the ocean far away from his hometown and comes here just to increase his knowledge?

There are indeed such people, but they are all nobles and upper-class children, not poor white people who can't even recognize their own names.

The manor lives in the well-known businessman Mr. Joseph Apra-Garcia. He owns a cement company, several trading houses, two casinos and five brick yards in Boston, employing more than 550 workers.

He is a very powerful Irish entrepreneur and an early immigrant.

In terms of family inheritance, it is already the fourth generation to immigrate to North America and is a member of Boston's upper class.

"Madman" Carl is also an Irishman, but he is a first-generation immigrant. He can barely make ends meet on the dock, and he is just better than the smelly coolies on the dock.

Didn't wait long

The heavy oak door in the foyer opened, and the expressionless butler appeared again and said, "I'm glad you can understand the advice. Now please come with me and remember to clean the remaining snow off your feet. The master is waiting for you in the study. If you need to come,

A hot cup of coffee?”

"Oh...is that okay?" Crazy Karl followed the housekeeper and asked in a somewhat unconfident tone.

The luxurious rooms are covered with carpets, the fireplaces are warm with firewood, exquisite architectural reliefs can be seen everywhere, and there are curved staircase handrails made of marble.

Arriving here, Karl was so clumsy that he had nowhere to put his feet. He carefully followed the housekeeper through the living room and to the study at the back.

"Please wait a moment, the hot coffee will be here soon." The butler bowed slightly at the door of the study, saluted, and then left.

This guy who takes advantage of others' power should go to hell!

"Madman" Karl naturally came out with a rude curse word, then subconsciously hunched over and walked into the study.

In the study

Mr. Joseph Apra-Garcia, who was wearing a luxurious dress, turned around when he heard the footsteps. He is a middle-aged man in his 40s with a well-maintained and beautiful beard.

, full of gentlemanly style.

He looked Karl up and down, and said with a smile on his face: "Nice to see you, Mr. Karl, you look very good today."

"Thank you for your compliment. Dear Sir Joseph, I wonder what you want from me?" Karl showed a humble look that was incompatible with his rude appearance. The luxurious furnishings of this manor gathered great pressure, making him bend down involuntarily.

waist.

no way

Without money in my pocket, I can't straighten my waist.

"Want to buy some cigars? The top quality products from Havana cost 8 US dollars a piece on the market." Mr. Jose Apra-Garcia knew the psychology of these poor people well, so he opened the cigar box and handed it over.

Carl was flattered by such enthusiasm, especially when he heard that a cigar cost $8, his heartbeat slowed down by half a beat.

God is my witness, he worked hard at the dock for a month and only earned more than ten dollars. This cigar was worth half of his month.

After picking up a cigar with both hands and lighting it, Karl took a deep puff. The pure and strong smell of cigar smoke filled the air, making him moan intoxicated.

Expensive products are just different, more than 100 times stronger than those inferior tobacco.

At this time, the butler brought hot coffee and gave each of the guests and host a cup before retreating and closing the study door.

Mr. Joseph Apra-Garcia gracefully gestured for Karl to sit down, and then said unhurriedly: "Mr. Karl, I occasionally heard your unique insights at the West End Pier, which is quite consistent with what I have in mind.

It matches, so please come and talk..."

"I'm sorry, dear Sir Joseph, I'm not sure what you are talking about. Is it... about killing all the Chinese? Or..."

"That's it."

"Did you..." Karl asked in disbelief.

Mr. Joseph Apra-Garcia could not keep calm at this time, and said with a look of resentment in his eyes: "I also hate those big Chinese capitalists. They came here and took away everything, including what should have been ours."

Enterprises and business opportunities have deprived white people of the opportunity to work in government departments, constantly squeezing us, and taking away everything..."

"But you are so rich, unlike us poor men who can't afford anything to eat and can only afford the lowest quality ale after a hard day's work. You seem to be living a good life." Karl said hesitantly.

Mr. Joseph Apra-Garcia showed a painful look on his face and said with memories: "Before the second North American War, my family was a hundred times richer than it is now. We owned 32% of the shares of the Boston Pier, which is nearby.

There were two iron mines and a large coal mine, as well as thousands of acres of farmland, but now they are all gone. Chinese capital poured in like crazy after the war, and they took everything away."

"Oh, God, this is so abominable. I said I would kill all those damn Chinese. They took away our job opportunities and made a lot of money." Karl immediately felt the same anger and became angry.

, seemed to show the true nature of a madman, and said angrily;

"There are also those white bitches who dislike poverty and love wealth. As long as they are Chinese, they will stick to it and let them play with them. They are even willing to become concubines.

Those wealthy Chinese families marry several women and have a lot of babies. Everyone wears silk and satin and has enough food and clothing. They are vampires lying on us.

Damn it...the government and police departments are full of their people, and these are supposed to be good jobs for white people.

I don't know what's going on here?

But I know that if we don’t drive these Chinese away and kill them all, we will always be exploited.

This is simply unbelievable. White people should be the masters of this world, not coolies with black fingernails. We must take up arms to resist."

Madman Carl is not as rude as he appears on the outside, but his language is crazy and very inflammatory.

When he was giving a speech, he waved his arms vigorously and foamed at the mouth. The study room was filled with a restless mood, which could easily arouse the resonance of others.

The look of disgust in Mr. Joseph Apra-Garcia's eyes flashed away. He concealed this emotion well, nodded and replied excitedly, "Yes, that's it. That's exactly what I was thinking.

I want to fund your establishment of an organization that can defend white people’s rights and fight for our common interests. We want to take back everything that should belong to us, wealth and women.”

"God, this is great. To be honest, sir, I have wanted to do this for a long time. I can contact the Italian gang and the Irish gang, as well as the carriage union and handicraft union in the city, and the dock union are all

Our people can mobilize almost half of Boston..." Madman Carl danced and talked non-stop, his eyes flashing with fanaticism, as if he had seen a lot of wealth and women swarming in.

You should seize such a good opportunity no matter what!

(End of chapter)