America 1881: Legend of the West

Hanif wisely led a group of non-Chinese detectives to guard the entrance to the town.

"Boss, there's a fire over there."

"Maybe the gangsters resisted and kicked over the fire."

"Boss, the screams over there are so miserable."

"It's probably our people who are treating their gunshot wounds. Also, don't call me boss. You only have one boss, and his name is Chen Jianqiu!"

Hanif patted the head of his subordinate who was looking around, even though he didn't believe what he said.

He chose to turn a blind eye to the raging fire and the screams in the camp.

There was no human movement there at all.

Don't worry about things you shouldn't, and wipe your butt when it's time to wipe your butt.

The balance in my apartment and bank is not fake.

In short, if you follow Chen Jianqiu, you will have meat to eat.

At first, there were still people on the other side of the town looking eagerly towards the camp.

But Hanif immediately asked Maxim to scan the open space at the entrance of the town.

The people in the town immediately became obedient and hid in their homes, not daring to move.

Hanif asked his men to clean up the mess at the entrance of the town.

They threw all the bodies into a carriage that had been prepared.

Then he drove the carriage, together with the two covered carriages coming from the camp, along the coast and into the wilderness outside the town.

We didn't return until daybreak.

"Has it been dealt with?" Chen Jianqiu glanced at Hanif.

"Well, the sharks in Humboldt Bay should have no shortage of food during this period." Hanif nodded.

Chen Jianqiu threw him a piece of bloody human skin and two teeth.

There was a tattoo on the human skin, and the tattoo design was TB, the initials of the cripple's name.

As for the two teeth, they looked more like those of some kind of canine, but they were different.

"Take it to collect the bounty." Chen Jianqiu wiped his hands and said.

Hanif frowned: "Boss, is it true that there is no more complete one?"

"No." Chen Jianqiu glanced at Hanif and replied briefly.

The townspeople of Arcata dare not leave their houses until after dawn.

In a daze, everything last night seemed like a dream.

But the blood stains at the entrance of the town and the scorched earth of the camp told them that it was not the case.

Even if it were, it would be a nightmare.

Dozens of people disappeared in the town overnight.

No one knows where they are now.

No one knows who launched the attack in the darkness that night.

One afternoon a few days later, a dozen Chinese people wearing black clothes appeared at the intersection of Chinatown.

Each of them has a white sleeve on his arm.

Walking at the front was a young man with short hair.

He held a long wooden box in his hand and walked slowly along the main road.

The Chinese people along the way stretched their necks to watch the excitement, and some were following behind.

Although they didn't dare to get close, they were all chattering away.

These people stopped at the door of Ningyang Guild Hall.

Huang Yongren walked out tremblingly with the support of Huang Tongshi.

"Chen, Boss Chen, this is..."

Chen Jianqiu held the box with both hands and handed it to the old man.

Huang Yongren's eyes were glazed over and his hands were trembling. He raised it several times to open the lid of the box, but put it down again.

Huang Tongshi on the side did this for him.

The lid was opened, but there were only a few scattered bones inside.

Chen Jianqiu was about to speak but stopped.

After killing Huang Qingyun and Lao Qi, Arcata's militia and "Lame" threw the bodies directly into the wild, allowing vultures and wild wolves to eat them.

When Chen Jianqiu and the others found it, they could no longer find the complete body, and even the skull was missing.

In the end, Chen Jianqiu did not choose to speak.

He knew that this result was too cruel for the old man in front of him.

Huang Yongren looked at his brother's bones in the box and was heartbroken.

His mouth was open, sadness pooling at the bottom of his throat, unable to make any crying sounds.

Two lines of old tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, flowed into the ravines on his face, and wetted his silver beard and hair.

With the help of Huang Tongshi, the old man could barely stand.

Chen Jianqiu did not say any "sorrow" words to comfort the old man.

He just told Huang Yongren that his murderer was dead, but the matter was not over yet.

A week later, in Hanif's office at the Border Detective Agency.

"There is no O'Neill in the Knights of Labor in California."

Hanif handed a piece of information to Chen Jianqiu who was sitting on the sofa.

"It's a fake name."

"Is it possible that he is not from the Knights of Labor at all?" Camilla on the side asked, holding her hands on the sofa.

"It's hard to say, but the strange thing is that 'Cripple' and 'Hyena' are members of the Knights."

Chen Jianqiu opened the information.

This is a thick list of members of the California Knights of Labor.

He turned to a dog-eared page.

There were two names on it, circled in big red pen.

"These two are the aliases used by 'Cripple' and 'Hyena' in the Knights of Labor." Hanif walked to Chen Jianqiu's side and pointed at the two names.

"Where did you get this roster?" Chen Jianqiu closed the book.

Hanif chuckled.

"I've been keeping an eye on them since you sent me a telegram to investigate them." He touched his mustache and said proudly.

"but."

He changed the subject.

"A month ago, this book was very thin." Hanif gestured with his index finger and thumb, "But now, it is thick."

"Their membership is growing like crazy."

Chen Jianqiu returned the roster to Hanif.

He sat on the sofa, lost in thought.

There is no love for no reason, and no hate for no reason.

The violent anti-China movement in the west reached its climax in the late 19s.

But in the years after the 82 bill was introduced, it fell into silence.

The people's attention was diverted to other places.

Arcata's act of sending Chinese people proved to be an attempt instigated by forces behind the scenes to take advantage of local sentiments.

If we were to kidnap the leaders of the guild hall in order to extort a large amount of money.

Is it to completely arouse the rebellious sentiments of the Chinese to intensify conflicts and further legalize violent anti-Chinese behavior in California?

This is a danger signal!

If that were the case, then Akhtar's behavior would not be an isolated case.

Chen Jianqiu looked out the window.

He had a feeling that "the storm is about to come and the wind will fill the building."

If he could not stop the bill when it was passed three years ago, this time he decided that he could no longer let the Chinese become victims of politics.

"Hanif, how confident are you in infiltrating the Knights of Labor?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"There are some of our people among them." Hanif scratched his head, a little embarrassed, "But they are not doing well."

Some of the detectives in the California branch of the Border Detective Agency are Chinese detectives.

It is definitely unrealistic to ask them to join the Undercover Knights.

Other undercover agents were recruited after the California branch of the Pinkerton Detective Agency was disbanded.

Hanif has always believed that if these people could learn half of his skills, they would not be in a mess in the union.

The most they can do is get some lists or something.

"It doesn't matter, I have someone." Chen Jianqiu thought of someone.

Workman, reliable, young but experienced.

That is Holly Romney, the son of current Roswell Mayor Danny Romney.