America 1881: Legend of the West

"damn it!"

When Li Shiri was angry, he saw that he was a black man and he kicked him in the air.

I can’t bully white people, so I can’t bully you?

The black man fell to the ground in pain, holding his stomach and wailing: "There are murders! There are murders on the streets!"

Pedestrians on the street all looked over and saw that there was a dispute between a black man and a Chinese man.

Some people are not interested, but some people show an interest in enjoying the fight between cats and dogs.

When Li Shiri saw the black man rolling on the ground, he was unwilling to make the matter a bigger deal. He lowered the brim of his hat and prepared to continue chasing Chen Jianqiu.

But when he looked around, there was no sign of his junior brother on the entire street.

At this time, he suddenly remembered what Chen Jianqiu had just said to him.

His identity certificate was indeed fake. Could it be that Detective Pinkerton and his gang were really suspicious of him?

After thinking for a while, he headed towards the archives.

The three Wyatts left the hotel and quickly arrived at their destination according to the map.

The San Francisco Archives is located in the northeast corner of the city, a relatively remote place with not many pedestrians on the surrounding streets.

Wyatt and the others tied their horses to the hitching posts at the entrance of the archives and walked into the woods behind the archives.

When they came out again, they had shiny Pinkerton metal badges on their chests.

"Hey, don't tell me, their thing looks really pretty." Hanif looked at the eye engraved on the badge.

"Okay, hurry in." Wyatt interrupted Hanif's aesthetic feelings.

The three of them walked around to the front and entered the archives door.

The archives is very large and divided into two parts.

The outside rooms and corridors are open to everyone, and there are some photos and paintings on the walls, supplemented by text introducing the history of San Francisco.

With a glass door as the boundary, strangers are not allowed to enter the rooms inside and the second floor.

All kinds of filing information in this city are stored in it.

Wyatt and the three of them pushed open the glass door.

"Sorry, sir, this place is not open to the public." A young man who looked very young stood up from the chair behind the reception desk and said to Wyatt.

Wyatt snorted and pointed to the badge on his chest: "We are from the Pinkerton Detective Agency and have obtained law enforcement rights in this city."

He took out the documents Nigo had forged for them and handed them to the young man.

The young man checked the ID carefully.

Since the last pier fire, San Francisco's Pinkerton detectives have indeed come here to retrieve various information.

This certificate should be authentic.

He turned to Hanif and Holiday, who were looking around: "Please show me your IDs, too."

After confirming the identities of the three people, the young man asked: "You three, how can I help you?"

"We need to access a file." Wyatt took out a small notebook. "It belongs to a Chinese named Li Shiri. His entry and exit records and other relevant identity information."

"Do you have the number?" the young man asked.

Wyatt shook his head: "We only know his name."

The young man put his hand on his forehead, with a sad look on his face, and complained: "How can I find this? The workload is too much. If there are people with the same name, I will have a headache just thinking about it."

Wyatt put his hands on his hips and stared into the young man's eyes, making him take a step back involuntarily:

"Listen, kid, if you have ever handled a case, you will know that your suspect will not let you know his serial number."

"It's okay, don't be in a hurry, you can look for it slowly." Hanif patted the young man on the shoulder, "If you feel the workload is heavy, you can call your colleagues."

"Or, we can also help." Holiday said from the side.

The young man looked at the three people in front of him and took a deep breath: "I'd better call my colleagues."

Several staff outside the archives, at the young man's request, joined the search for information.

So the corridor was empty.

The three Wyatts began to wander around the door of various rooms in the Archives Bureau unscrupulously.

Soon, they took note of the general terrain here and the types of materials stored in each room.

"Eh? Where is the person?"

After a while, the young man who was looking for information walked out of the archives room with several pieces of information, but there was no sign of Wyatt or the others.

"Mr. Pierce? Mr. Pierce?" the young man called the name on Wyatt's fake ID.

Wyatt, who was marking rooms and paths with a notebook, didn't realize he was being called when he first heard the young man's call, but he quickly realized it.

"coming!"

He soon appeared in front of the young man.

"You are lucky, there is only one person named Li Shiri in the past ten years." He handed the information in Wyatt's hand and pointed to the table next to him, "Please check it here, don't bring it with you Walk."

Wyatt didn't say anything. He took the information from the young man's hand and came to the table, flipping through the information and taking notes in his notebook.

Hanif and Holiday also completed their parts and returned to the door of the archives.

The two of them also helped memorize some, and then returned the information to the young man.

The task has been basically completed. The three people have basically figured out where to enter and exit from the non-open parts of the building;

Which room contains Chinese entry and exit information, and which room contains the birth certificates of all local residents in San Francisco.

They walked toward the double glass doors.

However, just as Wyatt and the others walked along the stairs from the second floor to the first floor, Wyatt, who was walking first, slowed down.

He squeezed his hand.

Several uniformed patrol officers were standing at the reception desk, talking to another staff member.

It seems that they are also looking for some information.

Wyatt was not sure whether these patrolmen and Pinkerton detectives knew each other or whether they were familiar with each other, and at the same time he assessed the possibility of the three of them being exposed.

However, they did not stop and continued to move forward.

The patrolman over there also noticed them and began to stare at their faces, his eyes following their movements.

Wyatt lowered the brim of his hat and hurried forward.

The three men passed by the patrolmen.

If you don't provoke these patrol officers and walk out of the glass door, today's mission should be considered completed.

However, just as Wyatt opened the glass door, a voice came from behind: "The one in front! Stop!"

The three Wyatts turned their heads and found that the person speaking was a man with a pointed chin. It seemed that he was the leader of this group of patrolmen:

"Are you Pinkerton detectives?" He stared at Wyatt coldly, "You're new here, right?"

Wyatt narrowed his eyes.

The pointed chin slowly walked towards Wyatt. He put one hand on his waist and pointed his finger at Wyatt very roughly: "I don't care how strong your background is or how you obtained the law enforcement rights in California. "

"I just want to tell you, this is San Francisco! Sooner or later we will find a way to get you troublemakers out of San Francisco!"

"We should be the only law enforcers here!"

The pointed chin's words were very rude, but Wyatt breathed a sigh of relief and understood the behavior of the San Francisco patrol officers.

After all, there is no room for two tigers in one mountain. Law enforcement power will be disgusting to competitors as long as it is not the only one.

Wyatt couldn't let this tit-for-tat atmosphere go down, and he slapped the pointed chin aggressively:

"Asshole, let's wait and see!"

Then, before the pointy-jawed man's anger began to boil, Wyatt opened the glass door and hurriedly left the archives with the other two.