America 1881: Legend of the West

The wine bottles flying towards the old man came from the drinker's companions.

They react faster than their friends who are being beaten.

But it could also be that it was planned for a long time.

Among the people from the "Madhouse Faction", except for one person who went to help the old man who fell to the ground, everyone else rushed to the opposite side.

The two sides quickly struggled with each other.

For a moment, bottles and chairs were flying around, and the roar of punches and the muffled grunts of being beaten continued to sound in the beer hall.

The tavern owner is used to this kind of scene.

Things like this would happen here every now and then. All he could do was wait for the people on both sides to finish fighting before leading others forward.

Those who lost the fight were not only embarrassed and had to lie on the floor, but also had to pay for the damage to the store.

However, things seem to be different today.

While a fierce battle was going on between the two sides, a group of uniformed policemen with guns broke in. The leader of the group was actually Chief Porter.

"Dare to fight in my jurisdiction? You may be blind!"

Sheriff Porter put his hands on his hips and looked in high spirits.

The tavern owner's eyes almost fell out of their sockets.

Oh my god, I have opened a tavern here for so many years, and this is the first time I know that the police in this jurisdiction are in charge of brawls in the tavern!

Today was an eye-opener.

The police not only responded, they responded instantly! The police chief is still leading the team!

If he hadn't lived here for a long time, he would have even thought that the police station was located opposite the pub.

Seeing the arrival of the police, the drinkers immediately stopped their hands and rolled on the ground holding their heads.

On the contrary, several generals of the "Madhouse Faction" were furious and chased the drinkers and beat them up, especially the old man with a white beard, who was waving a chair, making it impossible to tell that he was nearly sixty years old.

"Tie them all up! Take them back to the police station! Lock them up for a few days to wake up!"

Sheriff Porter gave the order, and the police officers quickly rushed forward.

They worked in groups of three or four, tripping their legs, hugging their waists, and pressing their heads, and quickly subdued the workers who were still in high spirits.

"I'll fucking kill you!"

The old man with a white beard roared hysterically at the drinker opposite who was giving him a bottle of wine.

He was held down by two police officers and escorted out of the beer hall in full view of everyone.

The old man's head was cut open, his face was covered in blood, and his mouth was dirty, like a wounded wild boar, which looked really scary.

Even the tavern owner, who was used to seeing the world, clucked his tongue.

At this time, in the shadows on the corner opposite the beer hall, stood a man with a curly beard and a strong man in gray robes.

"What do you call this disease that is always hysterical and has extreme behavior?" Hanif drew circles with his fingers and patted his head.

"Bipolar disorder, sir, we call this bipolar disorder." The doctor said firmly, "And, I am sure that the others are also seriously ill."

"Mr. Hanif, why don't we just send them to treatment instead of calling the police?"

The joints in his hands were ready to move again.

"Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with letting Potter know about this kind of thing. The police might even give them an official certification."

The restoration plan of the "Bedlam Party" did not go beyond the beer hall door.

The five-member team was arrested in one fell swoop, and the workers who supported them didn't know until the third day that they had been arrested by the police for fighting and were in jail.

The white-haired old man and the others squatted in the small "single room" of the police station for three and a half days.

The drunkards who were fighting with them were locked up opposite them.

However, these people were only imprisoned for one night, and were taken out early the next morning by a man with a curly beard who paid a fine.

Before leaving, the drinker didn't forget to smile evilly at the old man and flash his middle finger.

"I'll kill you!"

At this point, the old man's curses rang out at the police station for three days and nights.

During this time, Sheriff Porter passed by once.

"Can't you find a way to shut him up?" The police chief frowned.

"I tried it. After being beaten, I would behave for an hour or two, but after that, I started scolding again." said the guarding police officer.

"What a lunatic!" Sheriff Potter shook his head and walked out.

Three days later, the five men were released.

They were greeted by Hanif and the doctors from St. Elizabeth Mental Hospital.

This time, they did not attack on the street, but went directly to Potter's office.

"Take them all away, these bastards need treatment."

Sheriff Porter said, chewing tobacco in his mouth.

He and Hanif knew each other well.

The Border Detective Agency, unlike the Pinkerton Detective Agency before it, would never operate in California without their consent.

Best of all, they pay themselves some consulting fees on a regular basis!

The five men were crammed into the carriage like slaughtered pigs.

The VIP ward of St. Elizabeth’s Psychiatric Hospital has welcomed five more distinguished guests.

Without those five die-hards, the "Madhouse Faction" quickly fell apart.

Some people chose to compromise, and some people quit the California Knights of Labor and joined Dennis's California Workers' Party.

This sudden surprise caught Dennis off guard.

Cronin is finished! The California Knights of Labor split! I have another chance!

Look what their newest leader has done! In order to eliminate dissenters, send all those who disagree with you to a mental hospital! I must let everyone see their faces.

Dennis approached a reporter from the San Francisco Pravda and asked him to conduct an exclusive interview with him.

However, the reporter seemed not to follow the routine.

"Mr. Dennis, because he disagrees with your long-term accusations against the Chinese, Mr. Wang Qingfu, a Chinese opinion leader in New York, declared in an interview that he is willing to have a fair duel with you, either with a gun or a sword. You are What do you think of this matter?"

The reporter asked questions first.

"My accusations against the Chinese are true. They threaten our survival." Dennis explained patiently.

He explained his views to reporters in great detail.

The reporter started writing quickly and recorded quickly in his notebook.

"So, do you accept his challenge?" The reporter adjusted his glasses.

"This is not what it was a few decades ago, and we are not cowboys in the West. The act of dueling is childish and ridiculous." Dennis was stunned for a moment, but still answered the reporter's question.

The reporter stood up and prepared to leave.

"Mr. Reporter, I have one more thing to tell you." Dennis tried to hold him back.

In today's interview, the reporter took the initiative right from the beginning and didn't mention anything he really wanted to say.

The reporter took out his pocket watch and took a look: "Mr. Dennis, I have to go back and sort out today's manuscript, just for a few minutes."

Dennis nodded, and he began to tell reporters what happened to the Knights of Labor during this period and his speculations.

The reporter started writing furiously again.

The interview appeared in the San Francisco Pravda the next day.

"Mr. Dennis called the duel childish and ridiculous. Only those stupid cowboys would draw guns and shoot at each other. Therefore, he refused to duel with Mr. Wang Qingfu."

"Because of the fear of the threat from the east, Mr. Dennis was mentally unstable. He told everyone he met that there was a mysterious organization in San Francisco that specialized in kidnapping union leaders and then driving them crazy."

Dennis was so furious that he almost tore up the newspaper.

He did not mention a word about why he accused the Chinese, but made a big fuss about his duel with Wang Qingfu.

Also, why did everything he said change when it came to the reporter?

How did this person understand the meaning of the article from his own answer?

Although he admitted that the way things were written in newspapers was eye-catching, shouldn't newspapers be reporting truthfully? What about the integrity of these reporters and editors?

Since reporters can’t count on them, they have to rely on themselves.

Dennis relaunched the California Labor Conference, which had not been held for a long time.

"Brothers, my good brothers! We are facing threats from the east! Those people are appearing in California like locusts!" He raised his arms and shouted to the small audience in the audience.

The workers were getting a little fed up.

These were the things Dennis was talking about ten years ago, and they are still the same things ten years later.

However, even when the bill was first introduced, Chinese workers left California one after another, but their working conditions did not improve at all.

The wages are still so low, we still work more than ten hours a day, and we still have to wait to die when we get sick.

"Now, an unknown danger is coming. They falsely claim that one of us has mental illness! And then send them to St. Elizabeth!" Dennis said.

The workers looked at each other.

"Why does this man sound like a newspaper when he speaks now?"

"Can it be true? I heard that some union members were sent to a mental hospital recently."

"I saw it, but the old man seemed really crazy."

"It's boring. I'm tired of hearing all the stuff he said."

I don’t know when the crowd started to disperse.

Dennis was speaking vigorously, but found that for some reason there were fewer and fewer people in the audience.

He decided to end his speech.

"What's going on? Where are the people?"

After stepping off the stage, he questioned his subordinates.

The subordinate was scolded so hard that he couldn't even raise his head, so he quickly ran out to investigate the situation.

After a while, he came back, looking a little embarrassed:

"Boss, the Knights of Labor are also holding a rally today, just two streets away, and everyone is going to them."

When Dennis heard this, he became furious.

It won't open early or late, but it must be opened at this time, and it must be opened only two streets away from the venue!

Isn't this a mess?

He waved his hand to the remaining die-hard followers:

"These bastards are bullying people too much! They are coming to kill you! Brothers, follow me, go over there! I want to see what the hell these guys from the Knights of Labor are doing?!"