Like many European and American towns, the center of San Francisco is the Dorori Church built by the Spaniards in 1776, with beige walls and Mediterranean Roman colonnades and golden crosses, showing a solemn religious atmosphere.

There are many Spanish-style stone buildings in the old town around the Dorori Church, which are still hard to hide the old charm under the baptism of the vicissitudes of time.

There are only a few stone buildings in the whole new town, that is, only a few hundred, ranging from the early Spanish to the new houses built by the later gold rushes, most of which are concentrated in the old town.

This is a traditional white territory, a traditional wealthy area, and a John Sutter sphere of influence, where the local white mounted police are frequent, and the law and order is much better than in other places.

Recently

With the rapid increase in the population of São Francisk and the rapid expansion of the city, various wooden houses have sprung up, and most of the buildings outside the old town are mainly made of wood, except for a few two-story wooden buildings, the vast majority of which are wooden bungalows.

Here, you can see white gold diggers with different accents, Mexicans with exaggerated straw hats, Chinese with pigtails, Indians who like to wear blankets on their bodies, and black slaves who walk with their heads down, and the smell of cow dung and horse urine is filled with sandy streets.

Not far away, the occasional few gunshots and loud screams made the chaotic town even more noisy and restless.

These two days

There is no small amount of infighting between the two Chinese ethnic forces, which of course cannot be concealed from the sheriff John A. Clark.

He is a tall and thin middle-aged white man in his 40s, with deep wrinkles on his face, carved with traces of the wind and frost of the Gobi Desert in Nevada, and a pair of gray-blue eyes as sharp as a wolf.

John was dressed in a navy blue tweed suit, an English high-brimmed round hat on his head, and if it weren't for the coffee-colored pointed-toe cowboy boots on his feet, at first glance he would look like an English gentleman on the streets of Manchester, and his outfit looked sophisticated and restrained.

What made him stand out was that on the left chest of the suit, there was an oval-shaped shining police badge, the five stars in the center of the badge were particularly eye-catching, and the revolver musket inserted on the right side of his waist made people suddenly alert, this is the chaotic North American West.

John the sheriff walked down the street with a few of his men, and the white gentlemen who passed by would greet him, and John would symbolically put his hand on the brim of his hat and take off his hat.

It made him feel good, like a lion patrolling his territory.

"Hello, dear Madame James, you look wonderful, and this impressive dress, which I believe is from the latest Parisian style, will make you even more beautiful."

"Thank you for the compliment, Sergeant John, you look ...... too Uh, that's nice, it's reassuring to see you patrolling the streets. ”

"That's what I should do, ma'am, and I won't delay your afternoon's arrangements."

"Goodbye, Sheriff."

Watching the elegant white lady leave, followed by two black maids, the smile on the face of Sheriff John retracted, revealing a hint of mockery, and said in a scathing tone;

"Looking at her haughty appearance, she seems to treat us like watchdogs. Look at Brunel,. ”

"Of course I believe it, sir, I heard that Mr. James lost a lot of money in the gambling hall on Washington Street."

"Hmph, that's a complete idiot......"

As he said this, John saw two Chinese gunmen from the Hall of Protocols coming up the street, looking all the way around.

He immediately stopped his mouth and looked at them with a look of disgust.

The two Chinese gunmen also saw John standing in the street and three white mounted policemen behind him, looking at them with unkind eyes.

Seeing this, the two Chinese gunmen pretended not to see it and bypassed a four-wheeled carriage loaded with goods.

Looking at their departing backs, John spat on the ground with an unkind expression and cursed;

"These damn yellow-skinned monkeys, treat this place as their own yard, come whenever they want, kill people when they want, and the Tang Dynasty is fully armed, what do they want to do? Is there going to be a war? ”

"Sir, according to me, even if there is a war between the Agreement Hall and the Tang Society, it will be all Chinese infighting, as long as there is no exchange of fire in the new town, we don't need to care about them. Just dealing with Captain Richardson and that filthy Mexican in Yerba Meadowa is enough to annoy us. ”

"Hmph, that kid named Richard is really hateful, he dared to build a camp in Grape Valley, who gave him the right?"

"Boss, Richard is a ruthless fellow, and he is not easy to mess with. You can let the protocol hall touch them first, and it will be clear who is the stone and who is the cheese. ”

"I swear I'm going to get these filthy yellow-skinned monkeys out of here one day, it's not the place they should be."

"That's right, sir, we've got your back." Mounted policeman Isambad Brunel slapped his ass on the back, looking at the backs of the two Chinese gunmen in the distance, revealing a complicated look.

More is better than less, it is the way to save life in this troubled world.

San Francisco on the West Coast

Neither John Sutter Sr., Captain William Richardson, the leader of the white gold diggers, Alexander Madison, the leader of the Mexicans, or any other power, large or small, were absolutely overwhelming.

Sixty-seven mounted police officers under the sheriff John could not even make a splash in the neighborhoods that crisscrossed the new town.

It's not a good place, with white cowboys and Mexican gunmen with revolvers in the streets, dozens of shootings every day, and justice and human lives are degraded.

But this private police force should not be underestimated, every white mounted police officer here is a local snake, and he can gather a few helpers at any time.

There were even white mounted policemen who were themselves leaders of small bandits, but they only killed the original mounted police, and then openly pinned the mounted police badge to their chests.

As long as you get the acquiescence of Sheriff John, then everything is OK.

Of course, this is limited to white people, not Mexicans and Chinese, and absolutely not approved by Sheriff John.

At heart, John was a paranoid white supremacist who discriminated against all people of color.

Then again, who can control him?

If a big war breaks out, Sheriff John will be able to muster hundreds of white cowboy gunmen, and with the support of John Sutter Sr. behind him, it will be the largest force in the new town.

But the other forces are not vegetarians, even the agreement hall that is not ranked is also a powerhouse of the second level in the new town, with more than 100 strong Chinese gunmen, and it is easy to provoke.

Best Practices;

That is, it is tacitly agreed to maintain their respective spheres of influence, the well water does not interfere with the river water, and do not easily set off a big war.

Because in the chaos, you don't know when several hostile forces have secretly joined forces and tried to swallow their own territory, anything is possible.

The hundreds of gunmen in the Hall of Protocol seem to be quite a lot, but in fact, there are not many people who can be used in a centralized manner, and they are just enough.

In Pike Street and Chinatown in the new town, a total of 4 brothels have been opened in the agreement hall, and each brothel must have 15~20 Chinese gunmen in the town to barely operate.

Don't forget, who are the people who patronize these Chinese brothels?

Since Chinese prostitutes were relatively cheap, their customers included rough white cowboys, gold diggers, Mexican gunmen, and Chinese gold diggers who exuded a fierce atmosphere.

Wanting these bold guys to pay obediently, without enough force to deter is simply opening the door to thieves.

It is estimated that in the end, these customers who have just been cool on women will not admit their pants when they lift them, and maybe they will grab a handful by the way, there is really no thing they dare not do.

One is a brothel, one is a gambling stall, and the other is a tavern, these three places are the places where fires occur most frequently, waving fists is almost the gentlest way to vent anger, drawing guns on the spot, and bloodshed on the streets is also common.

Therefore, after learning that Richard had killed his right-hand man Lin Ada, Lin Zhanhao, the original North American helmsman, hastily gathered 16 horsemen to kill the Grape Valley, which was already the largest force that could be assembled in a short time.

If all the manpower is really concentrated, then all the gambling stalls in the prostitute will be closed, and there will be no one to guard even the entrance of the hall.

A turnip and a pit, there are not many idle manpower.

When San Francisco was first founded by the Spaniards, most of the prostitutes at the time were Mexicans, and when they made money, they built a small white building on Washington Street, mainly for the white wealthy families of the old town, including Hispanic native-born whites and wealthy Mexicans.

Over here

It is not uncommon to watch Mexican gunmen in exaggerated straw hats roaming around, all of whom belong to Juan Carlos' men, whose goal is to keep an eye on the guests who want to eat for nothing, but also to prevent Mexican prostitutes from hiding money.

A hard work, a harvest, to do any business must pay hard work and even life, in order to obtain rich returns.

White prostitutes are in a more upscale brothel on Washington Street, a three-story building in the French Romantic style with a romantic and elegant setting, and a place most frequented by local high-class gentlemen.

These white prostitutes charge a lot of money, and the most prestigious girls still flock to them for 20 times as much as the average person to pick up a customer.

This is a brothel opened by Lilith, an old bustard from New Orleans, called "New Orleans Sweetheart Cottage", which relies on the huge power of John Sartre Sr.

In the chaotic new town, even the grocery store will have a few idle white gunmen sitting at the door, and under the counter of the shopkeeper and his associates, a short-barreled musket filled with bullets will be placed.

No way, it's so messy.