America 1881: Legend of the West

"Is this the end?" White couldn't believe his eyes.

The few people left on the ranch are all well-known gunmen who have been committing crimes in the West for many years.

At least on the line from Santa Fe to Dodge City, the fact that these people can survive until now is enough to prove their strength.

According to Detective Mazi's experience, there is no way to deal with these people without sufficient numerical advantage or a complete plan. He can even accept a one-to-one casualty ratio.

But Carson and Jesse James died just like that, and then the people who did it seemed alive and unscathed.

"What else?" Chen Jianqiu patted him on the shoulder, "I told you not to hang out with those insects."

"You will blend perfectly into their segments, and then the level will gradually move closer to them." He said as he walked towards the people in the ranch.

"What is segmentation?" White followed and asked.

"Level? Level? Forget it, let's use an analogy." Chen Jianqiu responded.

"I don't deny that there were all kinds of outstanding characters in the Pinkerton Detective Agency." He stopped and glanced at the southern horizon. "The best undercover agent I know is a Pinkerton." detective."

"But now, Pinkerton is a piece of shit."

White is now more and more certain that the man in front of him has something to do with Lynch's death.

But what does this have to do with him?

Chen Jianqiu is right. Pinkerton is no longer the powerful intelligence agency that dominated the United States during the Civil War more than ten years ago.

At that time, the detective agency gathered all kinds of elites with special skills.

And now?

Alan Pinkerton is getting old, and his two sons are constantly fighting among themselves and showing nepotism.

The people who can come up are all a bunch of nefarious losers. Even if they have some special skills, they never focus on how to solve the case.

After this incident was over, he submitted his resignation and asked Harry to pay him his salary and go home to raise horses.

White walked behind Chen Jianqiu, thinking about how to write a more chic resignation letter as he walked.

But he suddenly remembered something:

"Mr. Chen, what did you just say? Border Detective Agency?"

Chen Jianqiu turned around with a surprised look on his face: "Yes, Border Detective Agency, our detective agency."

When White heard this, his expression suddenly stiffened.

"You have a detective agency and why are you hiring us?" he asked Chen Jianqiu angrily.

"We don't know where Jesse James is either? Aren't you the only one who knows that?" Chen Jianqiu spread his hands and said matter-of-factly, "Besides, if Detective Pinkerton can figure it out, why are we out here?"

White was speechless and sighed deeply.

The two walked to the pasture and met up with Wyatt and the others. Camilla, who was setting up a gun in the distance, also put away her gun and came to the front of everyone.

Chen Jianqiu introduced everyone to White, without any intention of concealing their identities and "great achievements."

White gasped.

It is true that the strongest has its own strong hand, and every mountain is higher than the next.

If these people killed him now and then buried the body or burned it, no one would really know.

"Sean, go to the city and inform the photographers I contacted before so that they can come and take pictures now." Chen Jianqiu said to Sean.

And he pulled White aside.

"We've all met, are you interested in joining us?" Chen Jianqiu asked with a smile on his face.

"Me? Join you? Border Detective Agency?" White was stunned.

"Yes, I plan to hire you as the head of the border detective agency's state distribution." Chen Jianqiu compared a number, "Your salary."

White's heart skipped a beat.

This number is more than ten times what he had in Pinkerton.

This is so exciting.

With this income, he no longer has to worry about his father.

"Your father's living expenses are calculated separately." Chen Jianqiu said as if he had read through his mind.

"California, New Mexico, Kansas, you name it. Anyway, Pinkerton has already left California, and the next two are about to leave." Chen Jianqiu felt happy thinking about it.

White gritted his teeth: "Let's start with New Mexico. I want to personally send Harry back to Texas."

"So, when can I join my team?" Detective Mazi was very ambitious about his future.

He was going to slap Harry hard in the face.

"You are the only one in the New Mexico branch now." Chen Jianqiu nodded towards White.

The pockmark on White's face began to twitch.

"Where is the office and what are the businesses?"

"Not yet, I haven't taken the business yet." Chen Jianqiu answered calmly.

After White was silent for a long time, he asked:

"So, what does the Border Detective Agency have now?"

"rich."

Chen Jianqiu had his hands on his hips, his clothes pulled up behind him, and a pair of golden spears sparkled in the sun.

Soon after, major newspapers in Kansas and Pulitzer as far away as New York received a package containing a press release and several photos.

Soon, these newspapers were rushing to report several shocking news.

Jesse James, the great robber who roamed the West, was shot dead.

This time he was really shot.

The person who killed him was an organization called the Border Detective Agency. They accepted the commission of a border businessman, killed the thief, and recovered the stolen money of one hundred and ninety-eight dollars and forty-four cents.

Also accepting the commission was the famous Pinkerton Detective Agency.

But their performance in this pursuit was extremely poor.

Pinkerton detectives not only kidnapped and killed two unarmed women, but also set their ranch on fire.

This outraged the civilized citizens of the Eastern States.

They applauded the death of Jesse James, but were outraged by the deaths of the two women.

They felt that those damn Pinkerton detectives should be dug up and put on trial even if they were dead!

Each state began to re-examine the Pinkerton Detective Agency organization within their respective states.

They were surprised to find that the armed force at the detective agency's disposal even exceeded that of the local army.

This is a very unstable factor.

What's more, the way these people handle cases is just like gangsters.

Dissatisfaction with Pinkerton began to grow in the states.

Lying in his hospital bed, Old Pinkerton tried his best and used all the connections he could use in the state parliaments to calm down the matter.

This made his condition even more serious.

But in Kansas, they were kicked out.

Because the Pinkerton Detective Agency is suspected of colluding with the Dodge City gang, the Dodge Gang.

Judge of Dodge City, "Bad Luck Brown" is really unlucky this time.

Either out of guilt for the people of Dodge City or because of his conscience, he surrendered to the state court.

He admitted that he had recruited troops, bullied the market, committed evil for many years, and allowed the law enforcement officers headed by Carson to commit lawlessness.

Brown's criminal records were uncovered.

There was little suspense at his trial because so many Dodge City residents could testify.

Wyatt returned to Dodge City.

Because of his high prestige in Dodge City, residents hoped to re-elect him as Sheriff or even a judge.

But Wyatt refused.

He said he was now the head of the Border Detective Agency in Kansas and recommended a suitable candidate to the citizens.

The Border Detective Agency will work with local law enforcement departments to protect the safety of the people of Dodge City and even the state of Kansas.

"Boss, what did you say to that judge named Brown?" On the train, Sean closed the newspaper and asked Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu was peeling an apple: "I told him that he could either die by my gun or live in prison for the rest of his life. Let him choose."

"Who are the new judges and law enforcement officers?" Camilla also asked curiously.

"One is lawyer brother Dylan, a native of Dodge City, and the other is a tavern owner who used to be a Pinkerton detective, but later he was no longer."

Chen Jianqiu divided the peeled apple into half and gave it to Camilla:

"He is a very upright person and protected many people when he was a tavern owner, so everyone has no objection to electing him."

"Then he is really a law enforcement officer now?" Sean scratched his head.

Chen Jianqiu smiled and said nothing.

What's mine must be mine, but what's yours may no longer belong to you.

Although Pinkerton is still a behemoth, and its relationship with the federal government is deeply entangled.

But not long after.

He wants the name Pinkerton to disappear from American history early.

Border Detective Agency, instead.