America 1881: Legend of the West

New York City Hall is located in the center of City Hall Park in the Civic Center District of Lower Manhattan.

Built between 1803 and 1812, it may be considered one of the oldest city halls in the United States.

Like other government buildings in the United States, the white European style and finely carved Roman columns on the exterior of this city hall are impressive.

Its French dome is so beautiful that it is easy for people to have the illusion of being in a Roman temple.

But Theodore Roosevelt was not in the mood to admire these fine works of American craftsmanship.

Wearing a gray and white uniform and a police hat, he walked into the mayor's office.

Mayor Murray was already waiting for him there.

"Oh, Sheriff Roosevelt, how are you doing lately?" Murray saw Roosevelt walking in and greeted him very warmly.

"Not very good." Roosevelt came to Murray's desk and stood there, "What do you want from me?"

He is less than forty years old and is now in his prime. He has a raised mustache, stands upright, and has bright eyes.

Mayor Murray dwarfed him in terms of aura.

"Uh, I mean, I want to hear your opinion on the recent warehouse explosion in Xiacheng District and the death of two police officers." He said inarticulately.

"Mr. Mayor, we have enough evidence to prove that all of this was done by an Italian gang called the Five Points Gang in downtown." Roosevelt said, "I have made preparations to destroy them. I hope The city government can provide support!”

To his surprise, the mayor stroked his palm:

"Mr. Roosevelt, I very much support your statement. It's time to teach these villains a lesson."

"Okay, I'll go back and make preparations." Roosevelt saluted the mayor and turned to leave.

"Uh, please, please wait a moment." Murray suddenly called Roosevelt from behind.

"Anything else?" Roosevelt turned around.

"I'm afraid you misunderstood me a little. I mean, I agree with taking action against those gangs, but I'm afraid the person who carries out this action is not you." The mayor picked up a piece of paper from his desk and handed it to Roosevelt.

Roosevelt took the paper.

It was a joint letter from citizens, mainly complaining about the police department's inaction in dealing with the increasingly bad security situation in New York.

The public security situation in New York has deteriorated over time, and the reasons are extremely complex.

These "citizens" didn't write letters sooner or later, insisting on venting their anger on Roosevelt who had just taken office at this juncture.

"Mr. Mayor, do you want me to resign?" Roosevelt raised his head and stared at Murray, "It was you who came to me in the first place."

Murray was stared at with a glare on his back.

"No, no, no, you misunderstood me. I appreciate your talent very much, but I just need you to be responsible for more important things, such as logistics." He said with twinkling eyes, "I will announce this at the city council later. information."

Roosevelt said nothing.

His cultivation allowed him to try his best to suppress his anger.

"Okay, Mr. Mayor, I accept your arrangement." Roosevelt ultimately did not vent his anger on the spot and turned around and walked out of the mayor's office.

When he walked out of the office, he happened to pass by Councilor Cartman who had just entered.

"Mr. Congressman, are we going too far?"

After Roosevelt left the office, Murray closed the door to his office and asked Cartman.

"Someone has to be responsible for the bombing and the death of the police officer." Cartman sat comfortably on the sofa in the office, while the mayor stood beside him with his hands hanging down.

"We hired a Republican to take the blame." Cartman said slowly, "The ones who really enjoy the reputation should be our own people."

He sat there as if he was the owner of this office.

"So, are we really going to attack the Italians from the Five Points Gang this time?" The mayor wondered what Cartman meant.

"Yes, the one named Torrio didn't follow the rules very well, violated the rules, and crossed the bottom line. It's time to change a group of people." Cartman said. "Let Bullock come on, I'm optimistic about him."

Bullock, as Cartman calls him, is a Democrat.

This man graduated from West Point Military Academy and was a retired soldier.

His advantage is that he is very obedient.

After all, soldiers have always had a duty to obey orders.

The disadvantage is that he is very obedient and has no experience in the police industry.

The mayor nodded and walked back to his desk to draft the letter of appointment.

Roosevelt walked out of City Hall without saying a word.

He mounted his horse and headed straight for No. 34 Bell Street.

Chen Jianqiu's office in New York is right here, upstairs at the Border Detective Agency.

"Snapped!"

Roosevelt's police hat was thrown on the table.

Its owner sat down on the chair in front of Chen Jianqiu's desk and unbuttoned the top button of his uniform.

The button made it hard for him to breathe.

"What's wrong?" Chen Jianqiu put down the report in his hand and looked at Roosevelt with a smile.

"I'm fired!" Roosevelt snorted and said angrily.

"Fired?" Chen Jianqiu frowned.

"That's not true. That bastard Murray asked me to take care of logistics!"

"These guys usually have some unclear relationship with the gangsters in the civilian areas. Now it's better to just get rid of me and let their own people pick the fruit."

Roosevelt became angrier and more agitated.

Chen Jianqiu stood up, took out a well-packaged box from the cabinet behind him, and handed it to Roosevelt.

Roosevelt opened it and found two walnuts, which had been plated and shiny, and the surface was still red.

"What is this?" He raised his head and looked at Chen Jianqiu.

"When you are angry, holding it in your hand and playing with it can help you think calmly." Chen Jianqiu took out the two walnuts and showed Roosevelt how to play with them. "This was given to me by a Chinese businessman in Hawaii. It has a history."

Roosevelt took the two walnuts from Chen Jianqiu's hand.

"Do I consider this a bribe?" Chen Jianqiu asked with a smile.

Roosevelt shook his head.

With the walnuts in his hands, he calmed down a lot.

"It just makes me panic when I think that I can't personally bring these bastards from downtown to the gallows," Roosevelt said.

"This matter is not that simple." Chen Jianqiu said to Roosevelt, "According to the information I have obtained, I am afraid that Cartman would never have imagined the purpose of the Italian named Torrio."

"Those policemen under your command can't handle him." The smile on Chen Jianqiu's face became more and more playful.

"Don't worry, let the bullets fly for a while."

Two days later, in the lower city, in the open space in the middle of the slums.