America 1881: Legend of the West

The manager shivered for a long time before opening the heavy door of the vault.

It was pitch dark in the vault and nothing could be seen.

"Go and turn on the light!" Torrio moved his neck.

Under the triangular scarf, his face was twitching with excitement.

This would be the first step in all his plans.

The manager touched the wall and pulled the cord of the light in the room.

The vault was suddenly brightly lit and suddenly enlightened.

Stacks of boxes were stacked in the room. In the corner, there were some hemp eggs with holes stuck in them, which were bulging inside.

The manager's eyes were wandering and he looked a little nervous.

But this little move was caught by Torrio.

He waved his hand at his men: "Boys, go load things up, hurry up, we have ten minutes."

The masked gang members dispersed and headed towards the boxes and sacks respectively.

Torrio turned around and looked at the manager with squinted eyes.

"What? Are you planning to run away? My friend?" He bent over and patted the manager on the cheek with the barrel of his gun. "You should be a witness. Otherwise, if your boss asks you later, it will be difficult for you to explain. "

The manager didn't even dare to express his anger.

"@!#!@￥#" he muttered quietly.

"Sorry, please speak louder, otherwise, I will have to stick the barrel of the gun into your mouth."

Torrio moved the barrel of his gun toward the manager's mouth.

"I said it! I said it." The manager was excited and was about to speak.

His words were interrupted.

"Boss! There's nothing in the box!

shouted a masked gangster who was rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

"Boss! There isn't one here either!"

Another person also said.

Torrio turned around.

Those boxes have all been opened by his subordinates, but there is nothing inside.

He walked to the sack in the corner, reached into the sack, and grabbed a handful of the contents.

They are all bills of arrears.

There are copies that the government owes others, and there are originals that others owe the government.

Torrio looked carefully at the names of those who owed money to the government. They were all members of Tammany Hall.

Many of them are important officials in the New York City government.

"Hahahaha! Hahahaha!" The Italian suddenly threw the white bills into the air.

The bills fell from the air like snowflakes and scattered all over the floor.

He looked crazy and laughed sharply.

The surrounding gang members looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a while.

Torrio's laughter soon stopped.

He pulled off his mask, walked quickly to the manager, and put the gun to his head again.

But this time, his index finger was already on the trigger.

"My dear friend, please tell me, where did the money in the vault go?!" Torrio's eyes widened, his mouth widened with a crazy smile, and his tongue subconsciously licked his lower lip.

"No, no money, really, really no." The manager could no longer form a complete sentence.

"My friend, let me tell you frankly, if you don't say anything, you will only have three seconds to live in this world!"

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

Just when Torrio was about to pull the trigger, a voice came from outside the vault door.

"Don't make things difficult for this poor man. He didn't lie. The New York City government really doesn't have a penny left."

A yellow-skinned face appeared at the door of the vault.

He was wearing a black woolen coat and a soft-top hat. His eyes were sharp and the black stubble on his chin and lips made his angular face look even tougher.

In his hand, he held a golden revolver.

Compared with more than ten years ago, Chen Jianqiu is less green and more mature.

Behind him were Holiday, who was wearing glasses, Li Sifu, who was holding a semi-automatic rifle, and the agents from the Border Detective Agency.

The room gang was the first to react.

He raised the gun in his hand and wanted to shoot Chen Jianqiu.

But it was accompanied by several rapid gunshots.

Those people lay on the ground one after another.

Chen Jianqiu's gun was smoking.

He shook his revolver at Torrio:

"A few more bullets for the rest of you."

"Ah, Mr. Chen, I have long admired you."

Torrio did not put down the gun in his hand, but looked at Chen Jianqiu.

He has seen Chen Jianqiu's photos and has been studying Chen Jianqiu's fortune. Today he finally saw a living person.

"It seems that my younger brothers on the first floor should not entertain you properly on my behalf." He said to Chen Jianqiu.

"My level is too low. I never pay attention to my behind. I was knocked down by two flying knives." Chen Jianqiu looked around with an indifferent look on his face.

"Your plan is very good. It should be enough to deal with those idiots in the New York Police Department. But you probably didn't expect that Tammany Hall has hollowed out the New York City Government to this extent, right?" He said with some sympathy. Look at Torrio.

"Actually, you can't get anything by going to Wells Fargo Bank." Chen Jianqiu said, "After all, there is not much gold in the entire United States now."

"So, you guessed it, right?" Torrio asked.

Chen Jianqiu pointed at himself:

"Challenge your own protective umbrella, make false claims in the east and west, and confuse the situation. You are imitating my success trajectory everywhere, even seeking the first pot of gold."

"So, I think about it with my own thinking, and I know what you will do."

He paused and pointed at Holiday with his thumb:

"Of course, you also made a mistake. In New York, you can't accomplish anything if you ignore the Border Detective Agency."

Torrio, who took off his triangle scarf, smiled even more wildly:

"Oh? Really? So, do you think we are the same person?"

Chen Jianqiu did not answer.

"Yes, we are different. You have weaknesses, but I don't!" Torrio asked himself, while looking at the bank manager who was pointed at his gun.

The manager was frightened out of his mind.

"Should we let us go, or should we watch this man die?" Torio stared at Chen Jianqiu.

"Do you think I care about this man's life or death? Do you know why I left Sheriff Roosevelt on the first floor?" Chen Jianqiu spread his hands, "Kill him if you want. After killing him, your head will be with yours." The subordinates also blossomed.”

The Italian laughed again.

He twisted his neck like a poisonous snake.

"If you don't care about this person's life, then do you care about your own family?" He stared at Chen Jianqiu, "If I remember correctly, your wife and children should live in the mansion at No. 36 York Avenue, right?"