He's in the west, he's a cowboy

Zhou Zheng took everyone to Saint Denis.

Starting from Shadybele, we headed north, carefully passing through the back of the Gray family's Kariga Plantation, and then walking a little further west, we arrived at this steel city.

It is the largest city in several nearby states and the only modern city. Before we even got close to the city, we saw thick smoke billowing from the city not far away. There were many factories here, and the goods produced here would be transported to all parts of the world by rail and ship.

This is also a place of sin. The glamor on the surface cannot cover up the rot inside. A large number of poor workers are ruthlessly exploited by the capitalists.

In order not to raise wages for workers, the capitalists are more willing to spend a lot of money to hire Pinkerton detectives to suppress workers' rallies, and even use undercover, bribery and other methods to do anything.

Because he had to buy clothes and various necessary props, Hosea took John and others to dress up, while Trelawney went to send a letter. Zhou Zheng made an appointment with them to meet at a tavern in the city center at noon.

Zhou Zheng then followed the address and went directly to Bronte's manor, which was the home of the Italian gang boss.

The environment in this corner of northwest Saint-Denis is obviously much better than other places. The masonry floors, trams, beautiful street lights, and gorgeously dressed people make this place look like a paradise.

Zhou Zheng followed the address and came to a gorgeous manor. Good guy, this manor looks very luxurious. It looks even more magnificent than William's house.

Zhou Zheng confirmed that he was not going the wrong way, dismounted his horse and came to the door, stretched out his hand and knocked on the big iron door.

A security guard walked out from the side. Through the gap in the iron door, he saw that Zhou Zheng was a yellow man. He asked in a bad tone: "Who are you and what do you do?"

"Congressman William from Blackwater Town asked me to come and pay a visit to Mr. Bronte." Zhou Zheng said slowly.

"Blackwater Town? Councilor William? I don't think you are a councilman. You look like those bastards from Chinatown." The person inside said in a bad tone.

Zhou Zheng didn't have time to vent his anger with these people. It was meaningless. He stretched out his hand and scratched his head, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the man's neck: "Why don't you inform Mr. Bronte first before making any remarks? What do you think? Woolen cloth?"

When the people around him saw Zhou Zheng taking action directly, they hurriedly raised their guns and pointed them at him: "Hurry up and put your hands down! Quick!"

"Are you willing to inform me now, or I will break his neck now!" Zhou Zheng said in a calm tone. Just like the Vanderlinde Gang, this is a gang. If you don't be ruthless, who will obey you?

Several security guards looked at each other, and then one person ran towards the manor, apparently to report.

Seeing this, Zhou Zheng loosened his grip slightly. If he continued like this, this unlucky guy would be strangled to death by him.

"I hope your friend's legs and feet will be faster, otherwise you will suffer." Zhou Zheng said with a smile, but in the eyes of the guard, this was the smile of a devil, which made his legs tremble.

The guard quickly ran into the manor. A man was listening to music in the garden, and his body was slowly swaying to the music. Seeing this, the guard also slowed down, for fear of disturbing the man.

"What's the matter, are you in a panic?" He had already seen the running guard and asked in a calm tone.

"Mr. Bronte, there was a yellow man at the door. He said he was sent by Senator William from Blackwater Town. Our man just said it twice and he started beating people."

"Oh, Blackwater, William. When I think about it, there really is such a thing." This person is the famous Bronte, who is also the underground godfather of Saint Denis, brackets, except for Chinatown, brackets.

"Bring him to the living room." Although he was very dissatisfied with the helper that the gentleman sent to him at will, he had no choice but to deal with those people in Chinatown. On the contrary, he suffered losses again and again. If he didn't want to think of a way, That gentleman didn't have much patience.

"Yes, sir."

Zhou Zheng slowly walked into the manor under the guarded eyes of a group of guards. Before entering the living room, a butler-like person took out a box and motioned for Zhou Zheng to put the revolver on his waist inside.

Zhou Zheng handed over his weapon nonchalantly. He came to discuss cooperation, not to fight.

"Welcome." A slightly fat man with a happy face walked quickly towards Zhou Zheng, with a smile on his face that really looked like a smiling tiger.

"Zhou Zheng, Congressman William asked me to come here. I have something and need your help." Zhou Zheng did not mince words and stated his needs directly.

Bronte really didn't expect Zhou Zheng to be so direct. The smile on his face was slightly stiff, but he recovered quickly.

"Please sit down first. Let's talk about anything slowly." Bronte stretched out her hand and the two of them sat on the sofa together.

"I am a straight-tempered person, so I will speak out if I have something to say. I am going to Annesburg to start, and I need you to help me prepare some things."

Bronte was also helpless. How could this man be so direct? He had so many things to think about, but he was so stuck that he couldn't say a word.

I have thought carefully about this. These people must be old fools. If I really want to wait until next year to talk nonsense, why not just hit the ball straight up and beat the old master to death with random punches. The headless routine is all about emotions.

"I have to know what the plan is..." Bronte thought for a long time and couldn't think of what to say. This guy really couldn't do anything to himself.

"I need some noble clothing, jewelry, and accessories, and I also need someone who is proficient in etiquette to help me train a few of my friends." Zhou Zheng originally thought that the so-called gangsters were like those on TV, shirtless and holding knives. Thinking of such luxury, the wool will not be white or smooth, and you will have to spend money to buy it yourself.

Bronte said strangely: "I have no problem with these things, but Senator William didn't ask you to come..."

"Annisberg has Cornwall's guards and most of its capital, as well as most of the elite gangsters in Chinatown, St. Denis. Aren't I helping you by solving these?" Zhou Zheng said decisively.

In fact, Zhou Zheng really didn't want this. When he thought that these people were his compatriots, he still couldn't bear it. But when he thought of these people who trafficked people to mine, and who would not live for a few years, he became cruel again. .

Bronte has nothing to say. Those in Chinatown relied on the courage of these elites to fight and the continuous financial support from Cornwall behind them, so they have been resisting until now. Now Zhou Zheng said that both of them can be solved. So what's there to hesitate about?

"I have no problem. You can bring your friends over at any time. I can provide these things to you for free." Bronte said generously.

"By the way, I also need a place to hide. There should be about ten to twenty people. It is best if there is a road to get out of the city quickly."