"Then how are we supposed to embrace civilization, Dutch? As wanted men, stepping into civilized society means getting hanged. Oh, I don't understand, your current thoughts are completely different from your previous methods!"
Hosea didn't understand. He frowned as he questioned Dutch, his tone filled with a glimmer of hope.
"Hosea, Hosea, you're really behind the times, my old friend!" Dutch's face was full of teasing smiles. He looked at Arthur and the Callander Brothers, who had gathered around him, then waved them closer.
"Kids, you all come and listen too. We're going to embrace civilization from now on, and you can't think with your walnut-sized brains anymore!
First, Hosea, I want to ask you, do you know what we need to truly survive, to live a life free from worries?"
"Money? Endless money?" Hosea frowned, not quite understanding.
In his mind, only endless money could guarantee their survival.
They wouldn't have to rob for money anymore, nor would they have to appear in front of Pinkerton Detectives for it.
Arthur and the Callander Brothers nodded, feeling the same way.
"Money? Oh no, your views are still too outdated, Hosea!" Dutch shook his head, his face full of helplessness.
"Then what is it, Dutch?" Hosea pressed, eager to know. Because if so, the gang members could finally have a stable life.
Everyone now hoped for a stable life, which was also recorded in Arthur's journal.
"What we need to survive is fists, Hosea, it's guns!" Dutch's expression darkened. He clenched his fist, his gaze sweeping over the four faces, his eyes filled with seriousness.
"Hosea, money can't buy freedom, money can't buy safety. They can send soldiers at any time to wipe out our gang, and then all our money will be theirs. But guns are different, Hosea. If we had an army of 100,000 men, I think no one in the entire United States would dare to oppose our will!
Hosea, so, my idea is that after we go down the mountain, we develop firearms and enter the arms industry!
You should know that the world is constantly in turmoil right now. To have turmoil, you need weapons and equipment, so firearms will definitely sell well! We can secretly establish arms strongholds, then sell them overseas, or even specifically form our own security companies, or even armies! At that time, if we have 100,000 soldiers in our hands, then each of us will be law-abiding citizens in America.
Because anyone who doesn't let us be good citizens will have already been killed by us! Hehehe haha, isn't that right? Hosea? Arthur? David and Micah? And coincidentally, I heard of a place called Guarma, which is perfect for us to manufacture firearms there." Dutch smiled, an exceptionally charming smile.
"I have a plan!"
The once glorious leader, Dutch, now seemed to reappear before their eyes.
This couldn't help but fill their hearts with trust.
Even if they didn't understand anything, and still didn't know Dutch's plan, it still couldn't stop the shock in their hearts.
"Oh, of course, before that, let's go find Colm's trouble first! Arthur!"
Dutch looked at the dazed people and spoke out, interrupting their confusion.
Hosea quickly asked, "Dutch, oh Dutch, I might not see the bright future you speak of in this life, but I still want to ask about your plan. I don't want these kids to later…"
"Let's talk about it when we get back, Hosea. We need to take things one step at a time, and the current path is to destroy Colm's stronghold, or even capture Colm."
Dutch waved his hand. Although he already had a rough idea of the specific plan, he still needed to connect everything little by little.
But if Kieran, this good lad, is gone, he's truly gone.
As for Cornwall's train? He definitely won't jump into that pit again.
"Arthur, Micah, David, let's go!"
Dutch pushed the door open and walked out, Hosea followed behind, full of hesitation.
He was old, and he sought stability. Dutch's plan was grand and vague, making it feel more like a scam to him.
But even if it was a scam, he always stood firmly behind his old friend, even if he didn't agree, wasn't that right?
A cavalry team rode through the snow-covered mountains, heading towards the predetermined plot location in the game.
Dutch led the way on his horse. The wind and snow were too heavy for conversation, but even so, Arthur followed behind him, asking about his intentions.
"Hey, Dutch, the plan you just mentioned, are we really going to do it?" Arthur asked from his horse.
In the early stages of the game, Arthur never questioned Dutch. In fact, if Arthur asked too many questions, Dutch would ask him why he didn't trust him, and then Arthur would hastily say he did.
It could be said that even after the Blackwater Town robbery, Arthur only had loyal submission to Dutch, even opposing Hosea's ideas for it.
And now, after Dutch took three shots just to cover the retreat of the camp members, Arthur's admiration and respect for Dutch reached a new height.
Not only Arthur, but everyone in the entire camp's attitude towards Dutch had risen to another level, practically worshipping him like a god, especially Arthur, John, Micah, David, and Jenny.
Of course, Micah was an exception. Oh, and Sean, who was knocked out and kidnapped by Pinkerton Detectives right at the beginning of the Blackwater Town robbery.
But Dutch wasn't worried, because Trelawny would solve Sean's problem at Horseshoe Overlook. And Micah would be publicly executed after this battle against the O'Driscoll Gang!
Dutch rode The Count at the very front of the group. No one dared to be ahead of him, because it symbolized status. It hadn't happened before, and it wouldn't happen in the future, especially after Dutch took three shots for the gang.
"Arthur, my plan this time is bound to be foolproof, or rather, even if there are many difficulties, we must try.
We are wanted men, son. It's impossible for wanted men to enjoy their old age. You wouldn't want us to be caught by a group of violent Pinkerton Detectives and thrown into prison when we're old, weak, and sick, and then endure the torment of those terrifying gerontophiles, would you?"
Dutch said with a laugh as he rode his horse.
This was the first time he had ridden a horse in both of his lives combined. Although it felt new, to be honest, it was a bit of a pain in the ass, but Dutch's body had already gotten used to this feeling, so he wasn't uncomfortable.
Hearing Dutch's words, Arthur laughed out loud, and David, next to Arthur, also laughed.
"Arthur, I know you definitely wouldn't want that, because after all, you're not Bill. Only someone with a big ass like Bill would like that feeling, wouldn't you say, Bill?"
"F***! David, did I offend you? Don't expect me to help you again! You idiot!" Bill cursed loudly.
"Hahahahaha! My lads, cheer to your heart's content, our good times are coming!"
Dutch laughed heartily, looking as if Dutch hadn't died.
If he didn't already have a corresponding plan in his mind, he would probably doubt whether he was the real Dutch himself.
But it seems Dutch also had a plan?
Only Micah said, "Oh, Dutch, my most admired father, you know, the money from Blackwater Town made us fearless of death long ago…"
No one paid attention to him, because he was the fastest to run in Blackwater Town.