America 1881: Legend of the West

The beard trembled.

"Oh, it's you." Chen Jianqiu glanced over.

He waved.

The bearded man received a gun butt on the back of his head and fell forward.

The other people basically met the same fate.

Among the workers in the outer room of the union, only Huang Mao was still awake.

"Who are you?" Huang Mao raised his head, "What are you going to do?"

The answer was not Chen Jianqiu, but another gun butt.

Huang Mao fainted.

A member of the Longxiang team next to him pulled out the rope and tied him up tightly.

Chen Jianqiu glanced around.

Tables and chairs were arranged in a haphazard manner, cheap cigarette butts were scattered everywhere on the floor, and a pile of empty wine bottles could be seen on the table, under the table, under the chairs, and in the corners.

The air was filled with the smell of cigarette and alcohol, which was very choking.

Chen Jianqiu rubbed his nose:

"Can this even be considered a fucking union?"

A group of rascals, ruffians and hooligans.

He suddenly came up with the idea of ​​teaching these people what a real union is.

"What to do with these people?" Li Sifu pointed to the dock workers lying on the ground.

"Take Huang Mao away, and lock the others in the house." Chen Jianqiu glanced at the group of people. "Since they like to set fire, let's give them a fire."

"okay!"

Li Sifu ran out and came back after a while carrying a small bucket of kerosene.

After everything was ready, everyone in Long Xiang's group exited the room.

Chen Jianqiu was the last one to walk out of the house. He took out the Pinkerton metal badge from his pocket and threw it into the house.

The sound of horse hooves sounded again on the dock.

Chen Jianqiu led the members of the Longxiang Group to gallop along the road along the seaside.

Behind them, soon, fire shot into the sky.

"Boss, where should we go next?" Li Sifu asked.

"where to."

Chen Jianqiu pointed to a cliff on the seaside in the distance.

Under the moonlight, the waves beat hard and hit the cliffs and rocks below, making bursts of roars.

Huang Mao was woken up by a slap and a salty sea breeze.

When he woke up, he found that he had been dragged to the edge of the cliff.

"Stand still!" Li Sifu helped him steady, then took a few steps back.

Huang Mao looked behind him.

The cliff went straight up and down, so high that even if he just looked down from the top, his legs would keep trembling.

Below is an exposed reef. If you fall down, you will most likely land on it, and you will definitely be shattered into pieces, with no chance of survival.

He turned his head and saw at least two guns pointed at him.

"Don't, don't kill me!" Huang Mao knelt down directly, his hands were tied behind his back, which caused him to lose his balance and hit his face directly on the ground.

He struggled like a living maggot scalded by boiling water.

Li Sifu and another soldier lifted him up from the ground, but Huang Mao quickly knelt down again, and the two of them could only let him lie face down.

His legs were already weak.

"I heard that you were the first to rush into Chinatown a few years ago?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"It's not me, it's not me, it's 'chest hair'! It's 'chest hair'!" Huang Mao shook his head desperately.

"I heard that every Friday, you would take your brothers from the dock to raid the houses where Chinese workers lived and the Chinese shops near the dock, and either rob or smash them?" Chen Jianqiu walked to him and squatted down.

"No, we are borrowing something to use!" Huang Mao had a strong desire to survive and kept explaining.

"I also heard that Chinese workers from two docks disappeared last month, and their bodies have not been found yet. Does this matter have anything to do with you?" Chen Jianqiu took out a dagger and used both sides of the dagger to move back and forth on Huang Mao's face. friction.

"No! Really no! I don't know what you are talking about!" Feeling the coldness of the dagger, Huang Mao's breathing almost stopped.

He decided not to admit it, because if he did, he would definitely die.

Chen Jianqiu grabbed his chin and pushed his head towards him.

"Ah~"

Huang Mao screamed, and he felt that his neck had been broken.

Chen Jianqiu took off the cloth on his face.

"Then this morning, it was you who broke the little Chinese worker's arm, right?"

"Is it you?" Huang Mao, who was still breathing heavily, stopped breathing in an instant. He could see Chen Jianqiu's face clearly through the moonlight.

"You, haven't you already broken my head?" Huang Mao pointed to his forehead where the blood was still wet, which was wrapped with a piece of gauze.

"I, my sin will not lead to death!" He begged bitterly.

"Originally, there was room for negotiation, but you made this matter so that there was no room for compromise." Chen Jianqiu narrowed his eyes, "This is about survival. You die and I live."

Huang Mao suddenly understood.

Chen Jianqiu took off the face towel and let him see his face, but he had no intention of letting him live!

Thinking of this, his expression suddenly became ferocious:

"Yes! Not bad! I wasn't the first to rush into Chinatown, but I was the one who smashed the most!"

"Friday's, that's not robbery, that's carnival, it's shopping! You know? Shopping without paying! The things in there belong to us!"

"As for those two dock workers, where did they go? You have to ask the sharks in the sea, hahahaha!"

Huang Mao, who knew that he was bound to die, had already begun to laugh wildly and gave up on himself. He frantically challenged the bottom line of the surrounding Long Xiang group members and Chen Jianqiu.

"Do you think there are only two dock workers dead? No, no, you can go and look for it under the lighthouse at Point Reyes, if you can still find it, hahaha!"

"You should be imprisoned like those Indian scum, and then disappear from this continent!"

"The bill has been passed, you are finished, hahahaha!"

Suddenly, Huang Mao was speechless.

Chen Jianqiu's boots stepped hard on his cheek.

As soon as the owner of the boots exerted force, Huang Mao's chin was instantly dislocated, and only made a series of strange "humming" sounds.

The boots were lifted up again and stepped down again.

This foot stepped on Huang Mao's facial bones.

There was a "click" sound.

Huang Mao's face changed shape, and it looked like most of his bones had been cracked.

Chen Jianqiu took out the revolver from his waist and shot him in the head without expression.

Huang Mao died on the spot.

Chen Jianqiu turned around, and Li Sifu and another man fired a few more shots at Huang Mao's body.

They put the body into a sack, put a few stones in it, tied the mouth tightly, and pushed it off the cliff.

The fire at the pier quickly attracted the attention of surrounding residents and the nearest fire station, but by the time they put out the fire, the union building had been reduced to a pile of rubble.

And those people in the union were turned into charcoal. They lay in the kerosene and turned into the rats in the flames in their mouths.

The San Francisco Police Department quickly intervened in the matter.

At first, based on the wine bottles scattered on the ground, they judged whether the fire might have been caused by drunkenness.

However, the amount of kerosene at the scene made them quickly deny this speculation.

This was most likely an arson attack.

Early the next morning, union leader Dennis Carney also arrived at the scene. He managed to get in, but was stopped outside by the police.

"I am Dennis Carney, leader of the Workers' Party! Let me in!" he shouted angrily outside the quarantine line. "This is our place!"

When he heard that it was this man, the police detective was very troubled and had to have someone bring him in.

"Mr. Carney, I understand your feelings, but please stay with me. There are still dangers at the scene." He pointed to a shaky "carbon" beam hanging in the air not far away.

The identity of the man who was burned to death was quickly discovered.

Carney didn't feel sad at all about the deaths of these people. These people were unstable bombs and could cause trouble for him at any time.

However, the number of corpses does not match the number of missing people, one less.

As a result, the case became complicated and confusing.

"Chief, I found this at the scene." A police officer came to the detective with a badge in his hand.

This is the one Chen Jianqiu threw at the scene.

Pinkerton Detective Agency.

The detective and Carney both knew each other, but their reactions were completely different.

The detective was lost in thought, but Carney's head suddenly seemed to be electrified.

He was familiar with the Pinkerton Detective Agency. Among the jobs of these people, there was often one item: suppressing strikes. Their figures have appeared at the strike site more than once.

A series of information suddenly connected in his mind.

These people must have some value after they die. Those bosses can eat steamed buns made of human blood, why can’t I?

He didn't care what the truth was, that was for the detectives to consider.

"Carney, do you want to postpone the afternoon speech and rally?" When Carney walked out of the scene, a worker from the Workers' Party next to him asked him.

"No, it will be held as usual, without delay for a minute!" A smile appeared on Carney's lips.

The afternoon rally came as scheduled.

Under the watchful eyes of thousands of workers, California Labor Party leader Dennis Carney stood on the stage, raised his arms and shouted:

"The bosses' lackeys, Detective Pinkerton, are in San Francisco again! They kidnapped our fellow workers, set fire to the union offices, and burned the workers who worked there!"

"Support the strike! Force the bosses to agree to our conditions!"

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