America 1881: Legend of the West

Here at Wells Fargo, Bullock was having a heated fight with the people in the bank building.

As a former soldier, there is nothing more exciting than commanding a war, even if the other side is just civilians with guns.

But he forgot, this is New York, this is Wall Street.

A group of police and gangs were fighting here, with gunshots and explosions happening continuously.

This caused great panic.

After all, apart from the Chinese New Year in Chinatown, this city hasn’t had such exciting activities for a long time.

In addition, some people and gangs who had taken guns in the morning also began to take advantage of the chaos and fish in troubled waters.

Citizens who didn't know the truth fell into panic.

"The British have landed again!"

"New York labor is in rebellion! Attacking Wall Street!"

Various rumors began to spread among the citizens, and some even considered whether to flee New York.

But Bullock didn't know these things.

He was living his command addiction.

"Let me attack! If it doesn't work, throw explosives! Let them see our strength!"

Bullock stood upstairs,

shouted excitedly.

"Um, Director, are you sure you want to use explosives?" The subordinate looked at the bank door below that had been damaged beyond recognition by bullets.

All the glass on the first floor was shattered, and there were craters on the door and walls.

"I want these gangsters to know what cruelty is!" Bullock was fed up with his subordinates. "You don't understand anything. Only by fighting like this can our casualties be small."

Just as he was about to give the order to attack, a man in a suit bent over and climbed to the top of the building.

"Chief Bullock! Sheriff Bullock!" He trotted to Bullock's side.

The visitor was panting, and the jogging and climbing up the stairs had consumed a lot of his energy.

Brock turned around.

He knew this man, he was from the city government, and he was usually responsible for running errands for the mayor.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Mr. Mayor said that you have to clean up the mess here within half an hour, otherwise, he will let you mend the hole in the wall of Wells Fargo Bank." The man said to the police chief, "This is the mayor, uh, No, Congressman Castleman’s exact words.”

Bullock's face turned red and white:

"How did he know there was a hole in the wall at Wells Fargo?" the police chief said, confused.

“Not only do they know, but now the whole of New York knows there’s a shooting going on here.

"Rich people are worried, the phone numbers in the city hall have been blown up; poor people are running for their lives because an unknown number of thugs are robbing them with guns!"

"Because you transferred all the police here!"

The man imitated Councilor Castleman's tone and conveyed the mayor's message to Bullock.

Big beads of sweat broke out on Brock's forehead.

He knew that if the problem here was not solved immediately, he would be in trouble, and there was a high possibility that he would be pulled out to take the blame.

The new police chief used all he had learned in his life to direct the attack on the building.

Under the strong attack of the police, the bank's door was quickly breached.

After all, only some die-hards resist, and others are more inclined to surrender.

Robbery of a bank is a capital crime, but you will still be tried after all, but if you don't surrender, you will most likely be beaten to death on the spot.

Of course, the storm also cost the New York Police Department more than a dozen casualties.

Elsewhere, Torrio is taken into the NYPD.

It's very close, right next door.

Since there was no one on duty at the police station, Torrio, whose hands were tied, was locked into a conference room.

The Border Detective Agency took away Torrio and the several sacks of bills from the vault.

"If these bills were published, I'm afraid the mayor, congressmen, and Tammany Hall would all fall." Roosevelt looked at these sacks and sighed, "I never thought these silverfish could be so comfortable sucking the blood of New York citizens!"

"Leave these to Pulitzer, he is most interested in these things." Chen Jianqiu had an additional account book in his hand.

This ledger was obtained by the Border Detective Agency from its manager through "friendly negotiation."

"Do you really not need anyone to check on your wife and children?" Roosevelt asked worriedly.

"No, I know Camilla's methods very well."

Chen Jianqiu wanted to say that his life was almost in her hands, but after thinking about it, he still didn't say it.

After all, I had already spent a lot of money to clean up that experience, and it would not be very interesting to expose it again.

"The bodies of those thieves are probably lying on the floor of my house now." He replied, "Teddy, get ready to take up the post of director again. I'm going to go check on the Italian with a broken brain."

"Well, I'll leave this guy to you." Roosevelt hesitated for a moment, then reminded him, "Well, it's best, I mean best, not to kill him at the police station."

He knew that the Border Detective Agency was a group of good men and women, but he also understood that without means, it was impossible to deal with those criminals.

He has been to the west and knows what kind of people this security company that grew up in the western environment faces.

"Don't worry, I can still use him if I keep him." Chen Jianqiu nodded.

He turned into the conference room where Torrio was being held.

Bullock's "Bandit Suppression Route Map" is still hanging on the wall in the conference room, and there is also a map on the table.

There are some teacups, paper and other things.

The Italian was half lying on the chair, his hands were tied, and his eyes were staring at the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Mr. Chen! You won! So, you are planning to kill me now, are you?" Torrio did not divert his gaze, but continued to raise his head and speak.

Chen Jianqiu did not reply, but slowly walked to the table and stared at the Italian in front of him without even looking at him.

Suddenly, he suddenly lifted a chair next to the table and smashed it down on Torrio.

The chair instantly changed shape.

The Italian was knocked to the ground along with his chair, his face covered in blood.

Chen Jianqiu dragged him up from the ground and pressed him onto another chair next to the table.

"This time, it's because you threatened my wife and children." Chen Jianqiu said.

The blood flowing from Torrio's forehead had pooled at his chin and dripped onto the clothes on his chest.

He looked crazy, raised the corners of his mouth, and shouted at Chen Jianqiu:

"Yes, that's it. Come on, kill me! Quick! Don't suppress your anger."

However, Chen Jianqiu made no further moves.

He sat on the chair opposite Torio, took out a cigar from his clothes and lit it, then stared at the Italian expressionlessly.

"What's wrong? Where's your decisiveness in killing? Where's your anger? Mr. Chen?" Torrio licked the blood on his cheek with his tongue and continued to provoke Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu took a puff of cigar smoke.