September 13, 1900:

It's a day to remember.

In the evening, riots broke out in the city's black market. Starting at Stridge Manstar Manstar, the mob openly provoked the government and clashed violently with it.

Overnight, the heroes who were originally hidden under the city surfaced, and the police of St. Denis, Detective Pinkerton, etc., were dispatched one after another. After a while, news of a new strike came from Anisberg, which echoed St. Denis.

The two groups of people, symbolic of barbarism and civilization, could no longer get along amicably, at least in New Hanover, where the inevitable war between the two sides finally arrived.

On rue Maimaha in the industrial area of Saint-Denis, Ducky caught the last stagecoach to leave the city, while John took the trail north.

John stopped in front of the first tailor's shop, and further on to Strich's manor, where the sound of gunfire continued to be heard, and he looked in the direction of the manor, sometimes startled, sometimes sober, and filled each of the revolver's magazines with a bullet.

A gust of wind swept through the alley, bullets crashing into the outer pocket of John's trench coat with a screeching sound of metal scraping, like John's chaotic thoughts, and in his subconscious, Dutch's departure put the responsibility of saving the entire Vanderlinde gang on himself.

Now that he couldn't rush out, he hid in the shadows of a ruined place, listening carefully to the changes in the frequency of bullets on both sides. After a fierce exchange of fire, the neighborhood fell silent for a moment, and a Lemieuth team withdrew from the fighting zone, and the soldiers were all disgraced and complaining about this and that, and when the voices were getting closer, John tried to find useful information in the hodgepodge of northern and southern tones.

"Just those few, unarmed miscellaneous pieces, and the guards have to be transferred, Mr. Mayor is inevitable, it's too much of a fuss." The speaker was supposed to be a fat soldier with a big belly, who stopped gasping for breath every time he said two words.

"Hey, don't talk nonsense, these people are the ones who put the pistol on the mayor's head, and that half-lady Tracey is also a character, these scum have already made the mayor's eyes hurt, and now the task for us is to capture the few escaped Vander gang backbones, and finally hand them over to the mayor for disposal. Brother, why can't your head turn this corner? ”

When the victorious soldiers had disappeared at the end of the street, John cautiously stepped out of the shadows, moved along the buildings along the street by moonlight, and then stopped at a corner not far from the manor.

John poked his head out and caught a glimpse of several figures walking back and forth in the firelight. "They may have been the ones Lemieuux left to guard, and the others must have been detained somewhere in the house." John thought, as he thought further, that he thought he had to seize this opportunity to rescue his brothers.

Word! John moved from nursery to nursery in the manor, leaning on the evening breeze peculiar to St. Denis to hide his small steps, and when he peeked over a row of stone piers, he saw that he was meeting a pair of eyes! Without saying a word, John took out his dagger and stabbed at the two holes with astonishing speed, it was a cleanly shaved face, blood dripping from its deep eye sockets, its mouth open like a squid ring, but unfortunately it could not scream. When John had finished disposing of the body, he saw two guards loitering in the courtyard, and John hurried into a bush.

"Where did Fuley Howell go, didn't he tell him to keep a good watch outside?"

"Must be smoking his box of broken cigars again, this kid has just joined the guard, and he looks quite white, but unfortunately he has a stinky disease."

"Now he's cheap, and when he comes back and gives each of his cigarettes a cigarette, the brothers will have to raise their spiritual vigil tonight."

The two men walked in the direction of the stone wall, past the bushes where John was hiding, and if they had gone behind the wall, everything that had just happened would have been revealed, but now the slightest mistake would have been discovered, and they could only wait and see.

"Fuli is here to stand guard, we have to take his place for a while, and we can't be sloppy outside."

"Yes, Brother Meier, I'll have to go first, it's right behind this wall, there's a situation coming, you know I'm never delaying a mission."

"Go ahead, I'll be here for me." The one named Meyer replied.

It wasn't long before the sound of water and a light whistle sounded from behind the wall, and John stopped worrying.

Holding the dagger in his back, John lurked behind Meyer and plunged deep into his vest while covering his mouth with his hand, Myer bit John's palm in pain and whimpered down.

"Meyer? Mayer! I thought you'd have to come and see this. The whistle behind the wall stopped, and John gasped.

"Oh, man, I can't believe it's Fuli's face, he's unrecognizable!" The man said to the figure that appeared next to him.

"Do you think I look like Meyer?"

"No...... It's not, Meyer! Mayer! Who are you? ”

John's face suddenly darkened: "You have to ask your friend who is lying on the ground." ”