America 1881: Legend of the West

Chen Jianqiu's slap rang out.

The same three sounds.

From the shadow of the warehouse, the sound of uniform bullets being loaded suddenly came, followed by the sound of footsteps.

A group of soldiers suddenly appeared around Ackerman and Jennings, surrounding the table in the center of the warehouse.

Through the sunlight, Ackerman saw the faces of several of them.

Like Chen Jianqiu, they are both yellow-skinned Chinese.

"Where are our people?" Ackerman was shocked and frightened.

Chen Jianqiu clapped his hands again.

The warehouse door was opened.

The dozen or so thugs were pushed in.

Each of them was tied tightly and their mouths were gagged with cloth. They had obviously been beaten and had no energy to struggle.

Only then did Ackerman realize that there were dozens of Chinese soldiers with guns outside the warehouse.

"Boss, didn't you say he might have several people?" Zhan Nings was stunned.

Ackerman had no way to answer his subordinates at this time.

His mouth opened wider than Jennings'.

Henry Dupont only told him that Chen Jianqiu was the Chinese owner of a small ordnance factory.

Aren’t Chinese businessmen bullied by everyone in today’s America? How many people are willing to work for them?

He had imagined many possibilities, such as workers in the ordnance factory taking up guns to resist them, but he never thought that there would be dozens of Chinese soldiers running around in the American continent with guns!

Also, how did these people appear? How did they find this place?

"Unfortunately, if you didn't dig a well, there would be only one water source within a radius of more than ten kilometers. When your people went out to fetch water, we caught them."

Chen Jianqiu said with a smile.

"Mr. Chen, I think we can talk." Before Ackerman could finish his words, he was pressed on the table by the Chinese soldier behind him.

He and Zhannings enjoyed the same treatment as his subordinates, were tied into rice dumplings, and then their mouths were blocked.

These people were all taken out and thrown into the wilderness outside the farm.

Since the farm was abandoned, there weren't enough chairs to be found, so everyone except Ackerman and Jennings were tied to two long tables in a row.

However, both the table and the underside of the chair were filled with explosive bags with detonators inserted.

"You just told me how you treat your competitors? Oh, by the way, take a plane." Chen Jianqiu bent over and inspected the explosives under their buttocks.

"I took a look at the explosives you prepared. Well, they don't work very well. It just so happens that our company has just produced a yellow explosive that I can give you to try."

Chen Jianqiu looked at Ackerman. At this time, the thug's eyes were full of fear. His body wanted to struggle, but he was tied up and couldn't move.

"As for you two, you are on a private plane."

He turned around and gestured to the person next to him.

The crowd dispersed quickly.

"Boom~~~"

There was a loud bang.

Along with a flash of fire, a dark cloud rose in the wilderness.

The mud thrown up by the explosion flew everywhere, mixed with broken limbs.

A strong pungent bitter smell floated in the air along with the smell of blood, but it was quickly blown away by the wind in the wilderness.

"Bury it."

After enjoying the "aircraft flight show", Chen Jianqiu patted the dirt on his body and waved to his men.

He himself turned around and walked towards the outside of the farm.

More than an hour later, Chen Jianqiu appeared at the Border Detective Agency.

White came out.

He took one look at Chen Jianqiu's dusty appearance and knew that Henry Dupont's thugs should have disappeared from the entire earth.

However, as a confidant with a high salary, Pockmarked didn't ask about this matter.

"There's a telegram again, this time it's from Roswell." White said to Chen Jianqiu.

"what happened?"

"It's still from DuPont, but this time, it's Henry Dupont's nephew, Ramon Dupont." White handed him the telegram in his hand.

Chen Jianqiu glanced at the telegram in his hand, and then flicked the telegram with his finger:

"Hey, the Dupont family is really interesting. One is young and the other is old, one is civilized and the other is military. They are both soft and hard."

The telegram was extravagantly written.

The general idea is that he wants to acquire the patent rights for smokeless gunpowder held by Chen Jianqiu.

As for the price, it can be discussed in person.

Chen Jianqiu suddenly remembered that the last person he wanted to interview seemed to have been divided into several parts and flew through the air just now.

"Give them a telegram back, and I'll tell you to take the photo." Chen Jianqiu picked up his cigar and said.

Ramon Dupont once left the DuPont Company in frustration due to ideological differences with his uncle Henry Dupont.

He established the "Repano" explosives factory on the banks of the Delaware River in New Jersey, across the river from Delaware, specializing in the development of yellow explosives that were not favored by his uncle.

However, due to the replacement of his equity in the subsequent acquisition of the Hercules explosive brand patent, the young man returned to DuPont in circles.

Henry actually valued his nephew very much.

Different ideas are different ideas. No one can deny the talent of his nephew.

To say the least, it was much better than his two useless sons.

Unlike his uncle, a soldier who knew nothing about gunpowder technology, Ramon was a talented chemist and inventor.

His research on the craftsmanship of explosives has reached the point of obsession.

If nothing happens, he will stay in the laboratory of his explosives factory.

Today, the utensils and instruments on the table in his laboratory have not been started yet.

Ramon Dupont's hands shook with rage.

What led to all this was a telegram from Roswell lying on the table.

The number of words in the telegram was appallingly small, only two words and six letters:

"No sell!"

The person who sent the telegram seemed to be making one thing clear.

That is the famous Ramon Dupont, and it is not even worth asking him to spend a few more dollars to shoot a telegram.

This is an insult.

The young man's anger could not be greater.

He called the manager to his laboratory with a gloomy expression:

"Go and dig their technicians for me! High salary! Dig them all!"

The manager didn’t know whether he should tell the young master the truth:

The people they sent to Roswell on the other side haven't come back yet, and they haven't even responded to a message.

"Boss, would you please reconsider poaching all of them? It seems unrealistic."

The manager wants to persuade his boss.

"That's because I don't want them to continue producing, understand?" Ramon didn't seem to give up the idea at all.

He approached the manager and said with some excitement: "If you can't do it, then first find me one or a few employees who are familiar with their internal affairs!"

Ramon stared at the manager: "Listen, information, I just need to know some key information, and I can research smokeless gunpowder with my own ability!"

Then he stopped talking nonsense with the manager and started his own experiment.

The manager came out of Ramon's laboratory.

It is currently unrealistic to go to Roswell to recruit people. According to the usual practice of Henry Dupont's thugs, either the factory in Roswell will be bombed to the sky, or the owner of the factory will be bombed to the sky.

It's too late for the former, but there's no need to worry about the latter, just go back and get it later.

As for now, aren't you a skilled worker who knows the details of smokeless gunpowder? I'll go to the market to find a needle in a haystack for you first.

Although the Roswell company is the only one selling smokeless gunpowder, there must be other factories doing research.

So, in the next few days, the manager asked the person responsible for finding people to find people in the market for him as required.

What if I can catch it?

Who knew, it didn't take long for the human resources guy to come to his office excitedly and tell him.

I really found this person.

Moreover, this worker’s last job was at the Roswell Ordnance Factory, and he recently returned to New Jersey because he was fed up with the harsh environment in the west.

According to him, the production line he was responsible for happened to produce smokeless gunpowder.

This man wanted a new job, which happened to coincide with the "Repano" explosives factory.

"Quick! Bring this person over and let me have a look." The manager said excitedly.

After a while, the worker was brought to him.

This is an Italian with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

"What's your name?" the manager asked kindly.

"Barco Pino."