America 1881: Legend of the West

The old and the young of the Dupont family split up.

Soon after, a dozen or so armed men in suits appeared on the train bound for New Mexico.

These people are thugs maintained within DuPont specifically to deal with these problems.

At that time, Henry often relied on this group of people to fly to his competitors.

But this time, they planned to have a good "chat" with Boss Chen.

On the train.

Joe Liton Ackerman, the boss of the thug team, looked out the window and cracked his knuckle bones.

To be honest, this was his first time coming to the West to do these things.

Previously, their main activities were in eastern cities such as Boston and Chicago.

They would take the people they wanted to talk to to the outskirts of town, tie them to chairs, and tie explosives under their chairs.

Either agree or go to heaven.

He still has great confidence in his operation in the west this time.

I have a gun and someone else has gunpowder.

We are all in the United States, so the guns in the East will not be able to fire when they go to the West?

"Boss, why don't we go directly to Roswell? Instead of going to Santa Fe?"

one of the thugs asked his superior in a low voice.

"Jennings, why do I feel that you haven't made any progress after following me for so long?" Ackerman continued to look out the window.

"Usually those who make munitions will raise a few people. What if the person named Chen has a few people? Should we tie them up or not?"

"Then the boss has an appointment with them at the Chamber of Commerce in Santa Fe. Wouldn't it be inappropriate to take action?"

Jennings felt that his butt was about to burst, so he stood up impatiently and grabbed the pants that stuck to his butt.

"What do you think?" Ackerman asked.

"I think this place is best in the suburbs, so that we can dispose of his body quietly after he takes the plane." Jennings analyzed.

"We will go to Santa Fe first, make preparations, and then go to the Chamber of Commerce to inform him of the change of location." Ackerman expressed his plan.

"Then what if he doesn't come?" Zhan Ning looked at his boss blankly, "He's not a fool. We, no, the reputation of the Dupont family is bad in the arms industry."

"It's not the first day, and we haven't done it before." Ackerman felt agitated for no reason.

"If that's the case, we can find a way to sneak into their factory and blow up their factory!" Jennings understood.

This is not the first time the two of them have done this kind of thing.

While the two were discussing, a whistle suddenly came from the window.

The train slowly pulled into the station.

Ackerman looked out the window and saw the name of the station written on the platform sign: Dodge City.

He also saw several policemen with guns slowly boarding the train.

"Put away the guns! Put away the guns! We are responsible for the safety of the carriage section behind!"

They walked in along the aisle from the connection between the carriages and began to collect the guns from everyone in the carriage.

When they walked in front of the dozen thugs, the leading policeman and Akarman began to look at each other.

"What are you looking at? Hand over your gun quickly. I'll return it to you when you get out of the car." the policeman said.

"Why? There is no reason to surrender guns in the United States! You are infringing on people's right to bear arms!" Ackerman was quite dissatisfied.

The police officer smiled, obviously used to this kind of situation.

"It's okay if you don't hand over your gun. Please get off this car! Our chairman of the board of directors said that Santa Fe Railroad's trains must be safe and reliable! We must be responsible for the safety of other passengers."

The other passengers in the carriage nodded in agreement.

"But we bought train tickets to Santa Fe!" Ackerman still wanted to continue to pester.

"Someone will pay you the difference after you get off the platform." The policeman answered him immediately without thinking at all.

"Detective Pinkerton has to hand over his gun when he comes," he added.

"Just go!" Ackerman waved his hand at his dozen or so people.

A group of people were driven out of the carriage with a roar.

The police and flight attendants were very considerate and threw their belongings directly out of the carriage.

Ackerman turned around and yelled.

However, the train whistle sounded again, completely covering up his curses.

The train left, and so did the passengers who got off, leaving only a dozen of them enjoying the breeze on the platform.

"Boss, what should we do next?" Jennings asked.

"What should I do? Buy a horse and go to Santa Fe!" Ackerman said angrily.

However, a few hours later, the news of the gang's appearance had reached Wyatt's ears in Dodge City.

As the only stop for railroads entering New Mexico, the Border Detective Agency had spies in Dodge City.

"Is it the Pinkerton detective?" Wyatt asked his subordinate.

"It doesn't look like, judging from the ticket, it's from Delaware."

"Delaware?"

Wyatt thought for a while, and suddenly thought of the letter DuPont sent to Chen Jianqiu some time ago, and said to his subordinates: "Go and send a telegram to Boss Chen. He seems to be at the Santa Fe branch."

"Tell him the guests are coming."

Chen Jianqiu did arrive in Santa Fe.

Came here for an appointment.

Secondly, he wanted to meet Scott and solicit some business for his border detective agency.

"You are a militiaman and a detective agency. What do you want to do?" Scott stood in front of his desk and looked at Chen Jianqiu who was half lying on the sofa with vigilance.

"Conscience of heaven and earth, you asked me to establish the militia organization! I spend money to support it, and it eats ashes on the border every day!"

Chen Jianqiu sat up and complained.

"As for the detective agency, isn't that because the police officers under your command are not easy to use? People from the People's Democratic Party are jumping up and down in New Mexico every day. Aren't the people from the Democratic Party also trying to cause trouble?"

Chen Jianqiu said angrily.

Scott was right.

He has been dreaming recently, dreaming that the office building representing his "Santa Fe Group" collapsed in a fire.

This is not a good sign.

Having such a force in hand is equivalent to having another pair of eyes staring at New Mexico.

"Okay, I will discuss it with the governor, and we will outsource some business to you." Scott finally agreed.

Just when Chen Jianqiu stood up and was about to leave, Scott spoke again:

"By the way, do you want to join the Republican Party?"

Chen Jianqiu stopped.

He turned his face sideways, without much excitement in his voice.

"Yes, if your councilors are willing."

Chen Jianqiu left Scott's official residence and rode a black carrot slowly and leisurely towards White's office.

When he was at the gate, he glanced at the Pinkerton Detective Agency opposite.

No one is there.

Those who didn’t know thought it was closed.

Chen Jianqiu patted the dust on his body, turned around and walked into the gate of the Border Detective Agency.

In White's office, Detective Mazi handed Wyatt's telegram from Dodge City to Chen Jianqiu.

"Boss, why don't I just deploy and catch them in Santa Fe?" His pockmarked intuition told him that these people were not good people.

"They will definitely find a reason to change places when they arrive."

When he was at the Pinkerton Detective Agency, he had paid attention to the gang of thugs under the DuPont Company.

These people blatantly killed people outside Boston and other cities, and even the methods of committing the crimes were the same as before.

But they got away with it because their boss was DuPont.

But Chen Jianqiu actually shook his head.

"Don't cause trouble to the Santa Fe police." Boss Chen said.

White was drinking water and almost choked on his boss's words.

Is this what he said?

"If you arrest them in Santa Fe, you have to send them to the police station and find evidence to prosecute them. During this period, the police have to take care of what these people eat, drink, and eat. How troublesome is that?"

Chen Jianqiu played with a Spanish ornament on White's table and said slowly.

"From Santa Fe to Dodge City, any place that can be reached by railroad is my territory."

"Give them a chance to choose a cemetery for themselves."