Since the 'bounty regiment' entered Greenville, everyone's eyes have become nervous, and they have sat on their horses and looked condescendingly at the three rows of black slaves in the streets, with iron chains on their feet and a collar barbed around their necks, which resembled four fish hooks together, and hung in a square over their shoulders to prevent them from touching back and forth......

The ground was covered with mud, and the slaves had no shoes, so they had to step on the mud barefoot and make a squeaky sound.

Django fell in the middle of the horse team, he was surrounded by Smidi and Dandy and others, wearing cowboy hats, cowhide boots, and whipping quite imposingly.

The black slaves stared blankly ahead, and when they noticed Django, they all looked up at him with shocked eyes, and slowed down slightly, and the white man next to him with a leather whip yelled, "go!" Damn nigga. ”

Django didn't show the slightest expression when he saw this, he just looked straight ahead, watching Russell's back.

He could have imagined that if Russell hadn't saved him in the desert, I'm afraid that he would also be a member of the black slaves who stepped barefoot in the mud at this time, and suffered humiliation!

Ahead, Russell and Schultz were side by side, and three white slave traders dressed as cowboys were approaching, and when they saw a horse team of more than 30 people riding horses on the other side, they immediately pulled the reins and took the initiative to get out of the way.

But Russell was obviously not ready to let them go, and with a wave of his hand, the madman Craig behind him drove forward, pointed at the three of them and scolded loudly: "Which slave company are you from?" Dare to in the territory of our Chloyin company, trade slaves privately, have you ever said hello to us! Dismount, don't let me whip you in the mouth! ”

As soon as these words were spoken, both the walking black slaves and the whipping white overseers all stopped and turned their heads to look at where the words had come from.

The three men were stunned and looked at each other.

Although there was anger and incomprehension on his face, he didn't dare to reply, for fear that the other party would draw a gun and fire.

"Chloe? We haven't heard of ......."

Before the man could finish speaking, he saw Django come up from behind, draw his gun, and fire.

Bang bang!

Two shots killed one person.

Django grimaced and said angrily, "Haven't heard of it? Chloe's signature isn't a soft persimmon, damn it, be smart for me! ”

"How dare you kill people in the city? Call the sheriff! ”

“……”

Before the remaining two could speak, Django turned his gun and quickly emptied the nest.

Bang Bang-

The remaining two also fell from their horses, fell into the mud, and died without closing their eyes, they never thought that a black man would dare to shoot and kill people in public in Greenville......

There was an exclamation from the streets, followed by a large number of residents fleeing, and even the black slaves were squatted on the ground in fright, shivering. They did not dare to run away, and they could not flee, for the chains under their feet were like shackles, and the barbs around their necks were like God!

And those white overseers were about to pull out their guns to fight back when they saw the boss die, but they had already been targeted by the remaining thirty or so people, and before they could pull out their guns, they died under the random guns, and their bodies were beaten into a hornet's nest.

The black slaves crouched on the ground, tears of fear welling up in their eyes, and the ground became wetter......

Schultz saw this scene and turned his head calmly.

This is a lot crazier than Russell's plan!

The starting point is too high.

"Did you write it down?" Russell asked, staring at Schultz.

"Well, don't worry, I can't forget it."

Back two days ago, when the 36ers arrived near Chicasso County in Greenville, Russell assigned them separate missions.

Once he had all the information, Russell had a plan in his head.

First, he determined that Django's wife, Bloom Hilda, was working on Candi's Garden, the fourth largest plantation in Mississippi and the first in Greenville.

And Candy Garden, also known as the Candy Farm, is owned by a very brutal and wicked white man named Calvin Candy.

Not only was this man brutal, but he also had a penchant for controlling blacks and playing with people's hearts. He likes to be called Mr. in French, but he doesn't fully understand French, just the word 'sir'.

He was obsessed with mandingo gladiatorial fights, which forced black slaves to fight in gladiatorial fights, and was keen to appreciate the pleasure of killing, and the more fierce and ferocious the blacks fought each other, the more pleasure he got from them......

Calvin Candy was the quintessential Southern slave owner, with his own set of rules and standards.

They believe in the supremacy of interests, but everything that is linked to interests can get their attention, so it is very easy to deal with such people.

During this period, a black slave was not worth as much as a good horse, and a few hundred dollars could buy a slave to take home as a pet, and let him do whatever he wanted, otherwise he would be beaten.

In addition, Russell received information from all of Greenville's regular customers who had many interests with Calvin.

Therefore, Russell's plan is to make things happen first, attract the attention of customers and slave owners, and put out the signs of "Chloe Slave Company" and "Bounty Group", so that he can carry out the next plan.

He found a group of slave traders in Greenville who were escorting hundreds of black slaves to Zozhia.

After seeing the appearance of the slave trader's owner, Russell weaved them a charge and a bounty, as well as a handwriting signed by a Missouri justice.

These things are very simple, but they are very shocking when they fall into the eyes of the likes of Smidi and Camus. If so, wouldn't he say that whoever is a criminal is a wanted criminal?

He can get as much bounty as he wants from the main house?

Camus was shocked and envious: "This is scary than the money printing machine!" If you draw a portrait of Lincoln, write the bounty...... Stains. ”

On the long street, the timid residents hid in the houses on both sides, and the bold residents held guns in their hands, waiting for the arrival of the magistrate, and they only needed to give an order, and they would shoot from the houses and kill these thirty or so people, especially the black slave who shot and killed, and wanted a few more shots!

Russell and the others waited in place very well, put the guns in the holsters, and Schultz took out the wanted warrant and documents from his pocket, held them in his hands and waited.

It wasn't long before a magistrate in uniform and boots, carrying a gun, rushed over, followed by about thirty men armed with rifles.

"Do you want to stand trial for daring to kill people in town?"

"Mr. Sheriff, it's the one who shot the black slave, we saw it with our own eyes!"

A resident leaned out of the window next to him and added.

When the magistrate heard this, he stared at Django with a bad face.

"You dare to kill people in my city?"

At this time, Schultz raised his hand and said: "Mr. Magistrate, we have no intention of offending. But it's our job, and as you can see, we're the Kloyin Bounty Regiment, and my name is Schultz, a former dentist and now the owner of a bounty hunter and slave company. ”

"This is a wanted warrant for the Makeda brothers, signed by a Missouri judge...... Mr. Sheriff, I don't know their names now, but this wanted warrant has their real names written on them and the bounty. ”

The magistrate frowned, glancing at the corpse on the ground.

He took the wanted warrant from Schultz and said: "There are only three people charged and wanted on it, but there are eight corpses here......

"They all work under the Makeda brothers, I don't know if they were involved in looting and killing, and besides, they have a tendency to fight back, and we can only do this for our own protection."

At this time, Russell whispered: "Why don't we find a quiet place to talk, these black slaves can't escape, our people will be staring, Mr. Magistrate?" ”

The magistrate stared at Schultz's document and nodded slowly: "Bounty hunter...... Come with me. Esma, pacify the inhabitants, clean up the corpses on the ground, the dead are criminals, they are bounty hunters, there is no malice! ”

"Yes, Mr. Magistrate."

The sheriff looked up at Django and said, "You have on your bounty team?" ”

"I advise you to speak cleanly." Django said in a deep voice.

Russell laughed and said, "He's so much better than a white man, Mr. Sheriff, you don't want to know the name 'Charlie the One-Eyed'!" ”

Hearing the nickname of One-Eyed Charlie, the magistrate became intrigued.

"One-eyed Charlie? What do you mean? ”

"His eyes are vicious, and you only need to look at the black slave to know if he's loyal or not, and you can know if he's a good guy, understand? Django is the eye of our slave company! His eyes have created a profit of 300,000 for us. ”

Hearing this, the magistrate looked at Django again and nodded, "Let's go to the café to talk in detail...... Is this one-eyed Charlie going along? ”

"If you're interested, of course."

"Very interested!"

"...... this Chinese gentleman?"

"He's the company's accountant, manages the accounts, and is a clerical officer," Schultz said. ”

"I didn't expect you bounty hunters to set up a slave company, it's rare."

Schultz said with a smile: "You also know that the current hunters are not easy to do, the cake is so big, and there are too many people who share the profits, we can only report to the group to keep warm, otherwise how to survive this cold winter." ”

The sheriff led the three into the café and sat by the window, where the maid brought three cups of coffee.

Django raised his hand to take a cup, looked at the sheriff in a daze, and said, "You don't drink coffee?" Oh, I did it for me. ”

The sheriff patted his head, turned to the maid and said another drink.

"I'm sorry, my stubborn mind is underestimating you, but my subjective consciousness makes me look at you levelly."

"I don't care, the environment is still like this, how can I ask for too much? Now that my status has been bought by my vicious methods, you can ask the rest of the Chloe Yin Bounty if they respect me. ”

At this time, Schultz laughed and said, "Mr. Magistrate, with all due respect, Django's status in the Chloe Slave Company is very high, only below me and Bruce. ”

The magistrate was stunned, then smiled: "So, what are we going to talk about?" The 3300 bounty of the Makeda brothers? ”

Schultz bluntly said: "The bounty is yours, but those slaves are ours." ”

"You're here for these slaves? Oh, and they're almost a hundred, and they're worth a lot! ”

Russell patted the wanted warrant and said, "Mr. Law Officer, is the wanted warrant we presented compliant?" ”

"Yes, very formally."

"We are bounty hunters, and we don't care if we live or die for wanted criminals, and what to do with their private wealth, presumably the magistrates know better than we do."

The magistrate nodded silently, these blacks had no human and civil rights in the slave states, which deprived them of their basic rights as 'people', and if their master died, the end result would not be better.

However, Russell received the contract from the dead Makeda brothers, so the ownership of these slaves was already clear.

Schultz said, "Mr. Magistrate, I need you to sign a notarized deed certifying that these slaves belong to our Chloin Slave Company. ”

"You're going to get $3,300 in money, plus Chloe's friendship."

The sheriff frowned, "You're going to stay in Greenville?" ”

"Yes, we want to hold a 'Mandingo Gladiator' tournament, hosted by the Chloe Slave Company, which is currently being planned, but with a big prize ......"

Schultz leaned forward and whispered, "Mr. Magistrate, you can bet with the proceeds, and I promise you will make a lot of money!" ”

"You're going to control the game?"

"Regular competition, regular company, how to control? We've just got Django, the one-eyed Charlie, and I said he's made us $300,000, and you think that much money was made by hunting and buying slaves? ”

Hearing this, the law enforcement officer immediately understood that it was actually a black-box operation, which was not a secret in the Mandingo gladiatorial arena, but there were also real fires, such as the gladiatorial battles organized by the slave owners in private, which was really fist-to-flesh, and in the end only one could live.

"I've never heard of the Chloe Slave Company......"

Schultz smiled and said, "Mr. Justice Officer is careful, this is our company's registration information and documents. ”

After the magistrate took it, he saw that the signature and content on it were legal and compliant, and he had also paid taxes to the United States government for two years.

"Do you need Django's free contract?"

The magistrate shook his head: "No, I believe in your legitimacy. ”

"So where are you going to open the Colosseum?"

"We need to get the mayor to apply for a venue, and we need to pay taxes to organize the game because there will be a lot of spectators coming to watch," Russell said. ”

"Haha...... Of course, you're looking for the mayor? ”

"Yes, do you know where the mayor is? We have prepared a pre-venue tax ......"

The sheriff raised an eyebrow, "The mayor is busy. ”

Schultz pulled $2,000 out of his pocket and pushed it from the table to the officer.

"In the evening, the mayor will accompany his wife and children to dinner at his home in Greenville's business district, at the ...... address."

After getting the address, Schultz nodded and smiled: "Thank you very much, if our Mandingo gladiatorial match goes smoothly, I will leave you a place in the front row." ”

The magistrate reminded: "The key ...... of the bet"

"Understood, someone will contact you."

Before leaving the café, the magistrate signed a notarized document of ownership of the slaves, which meant that the slaves of the Makeda brothers belonged to Schultz.

For this reason, Smidi rented a farm on the outskirts of Greenville, with only three houses, and the slaves were definitely not allowed to live in, so they had to pitch tents outside, but fortunately the weather was warmer and the nights were no longer cold, otherwise a few would have frozen to death.