America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 377 Night Raid on the Logging Camp (3500 words)
Chen Jianqiu flew to Hanif's residence.

"Call all the detectives in San Francisco quickly, with arms!"

He walked into the house and said to Hanif.

Without saying a word, Hanif nodded and left the door.

Everyone had just finished lunch and was chatting, seeing Chen Jianqiu's face, no one dared to ask more questions.

In the end, Camilla walked behind Chen Jianqiu who was standing by the window, and asked softly:

"What happened?"

"Huang Qingyun brought people to Arcata to negotiate." Chen Jianqiu took a deep breath.

He didn't know the private relationship between the Labor Knights and the local militia, but his intuition was always accurate.

Huang Qingyun's trip may be more or less auspicious.

Those who remained in the room exchanged glances with each other.

Sean subconsciously added his lower lip: "Boss, when did they set off?"

"A week ago."

"If you count the round-trip distance, there should be news in the next two days." Camilla calculated the time and said.

Chen Jianqiu did not speak.

His eyes suddenly fell on the street not far away.

Several horses were galloping towards the apartment.

In San Francisco, horses are not allowed to gallop on the roads.

But He Sanshui and Xiao Liuzi didn't care about it at all. After they came out of Arcata, they traveled day and night and rushed towards San Francisco.

At this moment, the only way to find Hanif, the head of the Border Detective Agency in California, is to tell him the news to Chen Jianqiu as soon as possible.

But they saw a familiar figure downstairs in Hanif's apartment.

Chen Jianqiu stood with his hands behind his back, without any expression on his face.

Several horses approached Chen Jianqiu, He Sanshui rolled off the horse, and threw himself in front of Chen Jianqiu, with a crying voice:

"Boss Chen, Master Huang, Master Huang is gone."

These words were like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, splitting into Chen Jianqiu's heart.

The muscles on his face began to tremble.

"When did it happen?" Chen Jianqiu asked calmly.

His face was like still water, but in his chest, it seemed like thunder had exploded.

While crying, He Sanshui told Chen Jianqiu what happened.

Chen Jianqiu slowly closed his eyes.

When his eyes opened again, there was a raging fire burning inside.

"Go and tell the people in the guild hall about this, and the Border Detective Agency picked up this matter."

Anyone who kills my people!I will kill them all!

By this time, Hanif had brought Pinkerton's detectives downstairs.

These detectives are divided into two groups, one group is non-Chinese detectives, mainly some experienced members hired locally; the second group is Chinese detectives, these people are mainly from Roswell.

"Boss, what are we going to do now?" Hanif asked.

"Go and handle a case." Chen Jianqiu said, "Someone killed someone in Arcata."

When Chen Jianqiu and his group arrived at Acata, the sun was already setting.

The setting sun, which was about to fall to the sea level, sprinkled a ray of blood-colored light on the sea, and on the seaside town of Arcata.

"Let everyone rest outside the town for a while, and when it gets dark, we will go into the town to arrest people."

The people of the Frontier Detective Agency escaped into a forest one kilometer away from the town.

It was completely dark.

In the distant town, there was almost no light, and it was dark.

The residents here are not willing to spend more money to light the lamps.

In general, this was the norm in the American West in the 19th century.

Chen Jianqiu was wearing a dark red leather jacket, standing at the exit of the forest.

He is waiting for the person who went out to investigate to return.

Not long after, several figures appeared at the corner of the woods and trotted towards this side.

"I figured it out, we followed Little Six to find the camp, and it was still in the original place." Hanif said after taking a breath.

"There is a lumberyard in that camp, and workers usually cut wood in it, and then use guns if necessary." He pointed to the town not far away, "There are also some militia members living in the town. On the other side of the camp Come if there is movement."

"You take a group of people to set up a Maxim on the way from the town to the camp, as long as someone comes to support you, sweep it." Chen Jianqiu glanced at the two carriages behind him, "The other one followed me to the camp."

When Chen Jianqiu came this time, he brought with him two Maxim machine guns stored in the Border Detective Agency.

These two are fixed on the carriage.

Hanif has never been used at ordinary times, so when it was taken out of the warehouse, it was still like new.

The two teams set off separately.

They bypassed the town and soon approached the camp.

Chen Jianqiu had already seen the fire in the camp.

Members of the Labor Knights, the militiamen of the militia, or the surrounding lumberjacks were gathering around the fire in twos and threes, happily grilling meat.

They have no idea how much happiness and warmth the flames bring them now, and how much death it will bring them later.

Chen Jianqiu asked the carriage carrying Maxim behind him to untie the pole, and then stood on it himself.

He adjusted the muzzle of the gun to the direction of the forest.

Chen Jianqiu took a Roswell 1882 from a detective and aimed it at a man with an armband beside the fire.

He pulled the trigger.

The man fell to the ground.

His jaw shattered along with the food he had just put in his mouth.

What comes at any time is a round of salvos from the detectives of the Border Detective Agency.

All of a sudden, four or five people fell by the fire.

Others started running around the camp, trying to find a place to hide from the bullets.

"There are enemies!" The pipe-smoking man got out of the tent, holding a gun in his hand, looking for the direction of the bullet in the darkness.

"Get your weapons, everyone," roared the pipe-smoking man. "Hold the camp!"

He leaned on a bucket and complained, "Which road is this? Could it be some gangster nearby?"

The cripple who was hiding not far from him gave him a weird smile.

The largest gang in the neighborhood is now being black-gunned in a camp with you in the name of the Labor Knights.

"Forget it, whoever cares, people from the town and the lumberyard will come to support in a while." The pipe-smoking man fired a few shots into the darkness.

Sure enough, gunshots rang out here, and the town began to react.

A commotion spread through the town.

The militiamen took their guns, put on their clothes and rushed out of the house, holding torches and rushing towards the camp.

At the same time, the guns in the hands of Maxim and the detectives on Hanif's side also rang.

Seven or eight of the people who rushed to the front fell down in an instant.

"If you don't want to die, go back to your own room!" Hanif shouted.

His roar did not stop these people from moving forward.

Those who dare to come to the western seaside to chop wood are tough people, and the loggers continue to rush forward.

As a result, Hanif had to continue to order the shooting.

In the dark night, he couldn't see exactly how many people were on the opposite side, but he just took a gun and pointed at the place where the fire was shining on the road at the entrance of the town and swept it randomly.

With the gradual reduction of the number of torches.

Fear gradually climbed into the minds of the militiamen.

They suddenly realized that it seemed that the firepower on the other side was far beyond their imagination.

The people who came out of the town retreated one after another.

On the other side of the camp, many people emerged from the woods.

They all came from the logging camp.

Chen Jianqiu put down the rifle in his hand and held Maxim's grip.

He turned on shooter mode.

The woodland around the camp in the dark instantly became as bright as the day.

Chen Jianqiu began to manipulate Ma Keqin, and began to shoot at those people who came out of the woods.

"Da da da"

"Da da da"

The sound of the machine gun is cold, monotonous and ruthless, and every single blow will take away some people's lives.

After a while, corpses were strewn all over the campsite.

The fight was brief.

After a baptism of bullets, the militiamen's will to fight was quickly disintegrated.

They fled in all directions, not even seeing who their enemies were in the darkness.

Chen Jianqiu and the detectives quickly entered the camp.

At this time, there were about a dozen members of the Labor Knights and the loyal militiamen of the pipe-smoking man left in the camp.

They actually wanted to run, but they couldn't escape.

These people were escorted in front of Chen Jianqiu.

"Kill Huang Qingyun and Lao Qi, you all have a share, right?" Chen Jianqiu sat on the stump, staring at these people in front of him intently.

"He killed him, he shot black!" Pipe Shan pouted desperately at the lame man.

The cripple didn't speak, just laughed nervously, but his men couldn't help it: "Fart! You didn't shoot?! You took the most fatal shots!"

The militia and the Labor Knights began to blame each other.

Chen Jianqiu didn't speak, he walked to a tree stump, bent down to pick up an ax from the ground, and walked in front of the lame man.

He pulled the lame man by the hair and dragged him to the big tent in the middle of the camp.

The quarrel between the militia and the knights of labor came to an abrupt end.

Because they heard the muffled sound of the ax hitting something and the screams of the crippled.

Every scream of the cripple pierced their hearts like sharp knives.

The screams of the cripple became weaker and gradually stopped, but the sound of the ax chopping did not stop.

A total of 38 strokes.

When Chen Jianqiu reappeared in the flames, those people were completely scared to death.

The man in front of him was covered in blood.

He walked towards the pipe-smoking man expressionlessly.

By the looks of it, he's next.

The pipe-smoking man was terrified. He struggled to escape, but Chen Jianqiu grabbed his hair again.

He screamed like a pussy.

By the time he was dragged into the tent, the pipe-smoking man was completely terrified by the sight in front of him.

In the faint light of the fire, he saw that the tent cloth was splattered with blood.

As for the incomplete and shapeless fragments on the ground, he couldn't even imagine what they were.

Chen Jianqiu moved his cervical spine and raised the ax again.

The fire light shone on half of his face, making him look like a demon.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" The pipe-smoking man was so frightened that he was speechless.

"Who is behind the scenes?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"I don't know, I know the Knights of Labor. They asked us to expel the Chinese in Arcata, and then used this to kidnap important personnel from the San Francisco Chamber of Commerce. They either forced the Chinese to gather together to rebel, or they paid a lot of money!"

The pipe-smoking man spoke out one after another like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.

"I, I also know that the cripple's immediate boss is O'Neill. I really only know so much!"

As soon as the pipe-smoking man finished speaking, Chen Jianqiu dropped his axe.

Ten minutes later, Chen Jianqiu came out of the tent again.

"Boss Chen, what about the remaining people?" A Chinese detective asked.

"Bury what should be buried, feed sharks what should be fed, and burn what should be burned." Chen Jianqiu dropped the ax in his hand.

Perhaps, changing to Paile would send these people to trial.

But he, Chen Jianqiu, can't.

He never said that he is a good person who pays attention to procedural justice.

(End of this chapter)