Wilderness Redemption Tour

Chapter 226 The Fall of the Hero

Hearing Angelo Bronte's evaluation of him and calling him and his group of people a disaster, Dutch's face suddenly became extremely serious.

"I control things you will never understand," he said coldly.

"Oh, really?" Angelo Bronte seemed to have not realized the seriousness of the matter, and continued to provoke: "I think you can't even control your own men." He tilted his head and looked at Arthur and others behind Dutch: "If anyone of you can kill him for me, I will give that person a thousand dollars."

Seeing that no one responded, he continued to instigate, "Why? The price is not enough? Well, one bullet is one hundred dollars! Even if someone dies, it counts if you shoot the body! How much you can earn depends on how many bullets you have in your pocket!"

A hundred dollars a bullet?!

Lin Yan was a little tempted by the price. He had 19 bullets on him. If he used all of them on Dutch, wouldn't he become a millionaire? A millionaire in the late th century, just thinking about it was exciting.

Lin Yan himself didn't have any stance, but unfortunately they were in different camps. If he really did that, the game would probably end immediately. Worse still, he would be beaten to a pulp by Arthur and other Dutch's diehard fans.

Among the members of the Van der Linde gang present, the only ones who were interested were Lin Yan and Bill. Lin Yan was just in a trance for a moment, but Bill firmly grasped the rifle in his hand. However, he still had some ideas of his own and was not stupid enough to believe everything others said. Standing at the back, he looked at Arthur and then at John. Seeing that these two people who were raised by Dutch had no reaction, he had to give up the idea just now.

Dutch waited for a while on purpose. He also wanted to see how the people behind him would react to such lucrative inducements.

"What else do you have to say now?" Dutch didn't look back at other people's reactions. Just from the disappointment on Angelo Bronte's face, he could tell that the people behind him had not betrayed him.

Angelo Bronte did not expect that this group of "country bumpkins" led by Dutch would be so united. Thinking of what they had just done, he felt panic for no reason: "They...they are even more stupid than you..."

"Yes, we are stupid." Dutch continued, "But now you have become a prisoner of us idiots. It all comes down to us being united enough and having a strong desire for revenge."

Angelo Bronte's face no longer had the calmness and playfulness he had when he provoked Dutch. Instead, it was replaced by a panicked expression and useless threats: "The police will find you. The police dogs must be on the way now..."

"Oh? Then do you want to see where this is?" Dutch pulled Angelo Bronte's collar and raised his upper body, making him look at the wide river in front of him: "The police dog you mentioned was no longer effective the moment you got on the boat."

"But you are right about one thing." Dutch patted his neck. "Those police dogs are really sensitive to smells, especially some filth, filth like you!"

Dutch's voice suddenly became louder. He grabbed Angelo Bronte's neck and pushed his head into the river. "So we have to get rid of the filth...! Your Pinkerton detective friends can't save you; your guards and bodyguards can't save you; your lackey police officers can't save you either! You, a disgusting maggot, will soon become a real maggot!"

Although his hands were tied behind his back, out of his instinct for survival, Angelo Bronte shook his head desperately, trying to lift his body up, and kicked the boat with his feet. Lin Yan could see that this was all he could do.

But all this was in vain, it only delayed his death by a few seconds.

"Didn't you cover the sky with one hand in Saint Denis? Now we are within the range of Saint Denis, you can cover it for me? Huh?!" Dutch shouted while pressing Angelo Bronte's neck down to keep his head immersed in the water. In order to reduce the strength of the other party's struggle, he even lay directly on Angelo Bronte.

John raised his hand, wanting to stop Dutch and persuade him to calm down, but was stopped by Arthur in time. He could see that Dutch was angry, and persuading him to stop now would not only cause him bad luck, but if he didn't let him vent this time, he was afraid that he would be troubled.

Lin Yan had no intention of going up to persuade him, but just stood aside and watched the situation develop quietly. They had originally gone there to kill Angelo Bronte, and he thought Dutch would kill him in the villa just now. Now not only did he let him live a little longer, but the two of them also had a "friendly" chat. Although this way of death is not as pleasant as being shot to death, it unexpectedly fits Dutch's personality.

Just like that, under the gaze of a boatload of people, this Italian who was a powerful figure in both the black and white worlds of Saint Denis ended his sinful life in such a miserable way.

After Angelo Bronte stopped struggling, Dutch seemed still unsatisfied. He stood up and kicked the body hanging on the side of the boat into the river.

John couldn't hold it in any longer. "Oh my god!" he sighed, then asked, "What part of your philosophy of life says to feed a man to alligators, Dutch?"

Dutch was immersed in the pleasure of successful revenge, and answered without thinking: "The part about weakness."

John shook his head in confusion: "But I don't understand..."

Dutch seemed annoyed by his question. He shook his hand impatiently and rudely interrupted John's next words: "But I know. I know it's not good to do this, but things have come to this point. Today, either he dies or we die. I have to do something." As he spoke, his tone gradually softened: "So I still think it's better for him to die."

Although Arthur's eyes revealed his incomprehension of Dutch's behavior, he said nothing, which was very different from his usual behavior. It was the first time that Lin Yan saw Arthur not express any opinion on something.

Bill watched Angelo Bronte, the walking money bag, being drowned by Dutch. Besides deep regret in his eyes, there was also obvious dissatisfaction on his face. However, out of fear of Dutch, he did not step forward to question him like John did, but just hid his dissatisfaction in his heart.

Thomas, the captain, was very excited to see this scene. As an outsider, he had never thought of making any money from this gangster. Lagras had suffered Angelo Bronte for a long time. They had long been looking forward to being freed from his clutches. Now that he had witnessed his death, he was overjoyed. And there was no need for him to deal with the body afterwards. The crocodiles in the swamp would take care of it.