usatvline Chapter 121: Tom was made to take the blame, and Tom flipped the table!
Chapter 121: Tom was made to take the blame, and Tom flipped the table!
Chapter 121: Tom was made to take the blame, and Tom flipped the table!
Montana, the Crow reservation, the heart of the gold mining region.
As soon as Tom and Zack dismounted, they were immediately surrounded by a group of menacing white gold prospectors and cowboys!
The atmosphere instantly became tense!
The sheriff of Cavendish, along with several of his men, forced their way through the crowd and stood in the middle.
"You're Tom Dutton?" A sheriff with a full beard and cloudy eyes looked Tom up and down.
Tom nodded expressionlessly.
"Alright!" the sheriff said in a rough voice. "Now I'll ask you one question: is that gold mine at the foot of the mountain yours?"
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That's a tricky question!
Who doesn't know this is a reservation for the Klaus?
Logically, the mine should belong to the Native Americans!
But these white gold prospectors wouldn't accept it! In their eyes, the rule in the West was that unclaimed land belonged to whoever occupied it!
But this "rule" only applies to white people!
People of other skin colors? Even if you take it, it's useless; they'll just rob you without question!
Even among white people, it's easy to dodge a direct attack, but hard to guard against a hidden one!
"Yes!" Tom's voice was firm and decisive, his cold gaze sweeping over the crowd and landing precisely on "Snow Wolf".
"Where's the evidence?" someone in the crowd shouted immediately, with a defiant tone.
Tom whirled around, his eyes like venomous arrows, piercing the cowboy who had spoken: "Evidence? Then produce the evidence to prove that the mine isn't mine!"
He stepped forward, his voice suddenly rising and rolling over the crowd like thunder: "You! Every single one of you! Who can produce evidence that the gold mine doesn't belong to me, Tom Dutton!"
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The once noisy crowd fell silent instantly, provoked by his menacing question!
In the dead silence, a burly cowboy with a fierce look in his eyes jumped out, his neck stiff: "Bullshit! That mine is mine! I'll go first—"
Bang-!!!
A deafening gunshot ripped through the air!
The fierce cowboy's words came to an abrupt halt, and a glaring blood hole suddenly appeared between his eyebrows!
The fierce look on his face froze instantly, and he fell straight backward like a piece of wood, crashing into the dust with a "thud"!
"ah!!"
"He killed Jack!!"
His accomplices' eyes instantly turned red, and they instinctively reached for the revolvers at their waists!
Swish!Swish!Swish!
Almost at the same moment, Zack, Cooper, and the others behind Tom moved even faster!
Several dark gun barrels were raised with lightning speed and pointed at the few cowboys who were itching to attack!
A chilling killing intent spread out!
"Don't fucking move!!!" the sheriff roared hoarsely, veins bulging on his forehead.
Everyone was stunned, their eyes fixed in horror on the muzzle of the gun in Tom's hand, which was still emitting wisps of smoke!
"You—you dare to kill someone in public!" the sheriff pointed at Tom.
Tom slowly lowered his gun, his cold gaze fixed on a dead man, his tone chilling: "My private property was seized, and he even tried to shoot me. Tell me, shouldn't he have been shot?"
"He didn't pull it out at all!!" One of the deceased's iron-wielding accomplices stared at Tom with bloodshot eyes, wishing he could tear him apart alive.
Tom coldly memorized the face.
"Didn't pull it out?" Tom's lips curled into a cruel smile as he pointed the gun at the still-warm corpse on the ground. "Look at his left hand, what is he doing?"
All eyes instinctively focused on the deceased's stiff left hand.
That hand was gripping the gun handle tightly at his waist!
The knuckles turn white from exertion!
"Not everyone," Tom's voice was like a cold wind blowing across an icy surface, "is used to shooting with their right hand."
The sheriff stared at the left hand gripping the gun, a lump forming in his throat. His face flushed and paled in turns, and after a long pause, he finally managed to choke out, "Alright! Everyone—disperse!"
"Wait!" Another fearless individual stepped forward, pointing to another mine pit not far away, and yelled at Tom, "That mine is yours! We admit defeat! But that one!"
He pointed further away, "That mine is yours too? Damn it, you can't just take both! All the good mines in the entire reserve are yours!"
"Yes! You can't have two!"
"That's too greedy!"
The crowd was stirred up again, and they angrily denounced Tom.
Bang-!!!
Another piercing gunshot rang out!
The bullet shot into the sky with a sharp whistle!
The clamor instantly turned to deathly silence!
All the angry roars were abruptly cut off by the second gunshot!
"I guarantee it," Tom's voice boomed like a giant wielding an axe, cleaving through the clamor, "that the third bullet will absolutely not fly into the air!"
The chilling announcement came crashing down, sending a shiver down everyone's spine!
"As for that gold mine," Tom's gaze swept over the Crow people, finally settling on "Snow Wolf's" face, "I gave it to the Crow long ago! You shouldn't be coming to me now!"
hiss--!
A collective gasp rippled through the Klaus tribe, and "Snow Wolf's" eyes instantly sharpened.
Tom abruptly changed the subject, his voice rising sharply and echoing throughout the room: "But! I'm too lazy to dig for my own stuff! Who wants the mining rights? Bid! Highest bidder wins!"
Om-!
The crowd erupted in cheers!
Countless eyes blazed with greedy light!
"Money can be paid in gold! Name your price first, and we'll discuss payment after the deal is done!" Tom slammed the "installment payment" rule onto the table with one sentence.
"Great! That felt good!"
"When will filming begin?!"
"Right now!" Tom pointed to the sheriff beside him. "With the superior here, we can all be witnesses!"
"Begin!" the sheriff shouted immediately, understanding the signal.
"Ten thousand ounces!" a boorish mine owner shouted impatiently.
"Twenty thousand!"
"Thirty thousand!" Bidding cries rose and fell, the soaring numbers making everyone's hearts race.
suddenly!
"Sixty thousand ounces!"
A cold, clear voice extinguished all the noise like a bucket of ice water!
The entire room fell silent!
Everyone stared in astonishment at the source of the sound, as if they had been choked.
Sixty thousand ounces!
crazy!
A young man in a sharp suit and a neat tie appeared on the periphery of the crowd, slowly wiping his hands with a handkerchief.
Everyone frowned, their eyes filled with wariness and unfamiliarity.
"Are you the company's representative?" Tom asked calmly, his voice devoid of any emotion.
The man in the suit didn't answer. "Now, I've won the bid. Can we sign the contract?"
His tone carried an undeniable forcefulness.
Tom laughed, but his smile was devoid of any warmth: "Are you sure that mine can yield more than 60,000 ounces of gold?"
The man in the suit's face instantly darkened: "You're going to break the contract?"
There was a hint of dangerous chill in his voice.
"Breach of contract?" Tom shook his head slightly, as if he had heard something interesting. "No, I just changed my mind."
He surveyed the room, and uttered clearly, word by word, "I want 100,000 ounces!"
boom-!
This number exploded like a bomb in the crowd!
Even the sound of breathing has disappeared!
100,000 ounces!
That's an astronomical figure!
The crowd, who had been excited just moments before, fell silent, leaving only a blank stare.