America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 378

Hanif tactfully led a group of non-Chinese detectives to guard the entrance of the town.

"Boss, it's on fire over there."

"It may be that the bandits resisted in a corner and kicked the fire over."

"Boss, I heard the screams over there are terrible."

"Probably our people are treating them for their gunshot wounds. Also, don't call me the boss, there is only one of your bosses, Chen Jianqiu!"

Hanif patted his subordinate's head looking around, even though he didn't believe what he said.

He chose to turn a blind eye to the raging fire and the screams in the camp.

There was no movement of people at all.

Don't worry about things you shouldn't care about, and wipe your ass when it's time to wipe your ass.

The balance in my apartment and bank is not fake.

In short, follow Chen Jianqiu and have meat to eat.

At first, there were still people from the town looking eagerly at the camp.

But Hanif immediately asked Maxim to sweep the open space at the entrance of the town.

The people in the town immediately became honest, and all hid in their homes, not daring to move.

Hanif asked his men to clean up the mess in the town.

They threw all the corpses into a carriage that had been prepared long ago.

Then he drove the carriage, along with the two covered carriages from the camp, along the coast, and drove into the wilderness outside the town.

Didn't return until it was almost dawn.

"Finished?" Chen Jianqiu glanced at Hanif.

"Well, the sharks in Humboldt Bay shouldn't be short of food during this time." Hanif nodded.

Chen Jianqiu threw him a piece of bloody human skin and two teeth.

There is a tattoo on the top of the human skin. The tattoo pattern is TB, the initials of the cripple's name.

As for the two teeth, they looked more like some kind of canine, but not quite the same.

"Take it to collect the bounty." Chen Jianqiu wiped his hands and said.

Hanif frowned: "Boss, is there really no complete one?"

"No." Chen Jianqiu glanced at Hanif and replied briefly.

The townspeople of Arcata did not venture out of their houses until after dawn.

In a trance, everything last night seemed like a dream.

But the bloodstains at the town's entrance and the scorched-earth camp told them it wasn't.

Even if it were, that would be a nightmare.

Dozens of people disappeared from the town overnight.

No one knows where they are now.

No one knew who it was that attacked in the dark that night.

One afternoon a few days later, a dozen or so Chinese dressed in black appeared at the intersection of Chinatown.

Each of them had a white sleeve on their arm.

Walking in the front was a young man with short hair.

Holding a long wooden box in his hand, he walked slowly along the main road.

The Chinese along the way stretched their necks to watch the excitement, and some followed behind.

Although they didn't dare to get close, they were all chattering and discussing non-stop.

These people stopped at the gate of Ningyang Guild Hall.

With Huang Tongshi's support, Huang Yongren walked out tremblingly.

"Chen, Boss Chen, this is."

Chen Jianqiu held the box with both hands, and handed it to the old man.

Huang Yongren's eyes froze, his hands trembled, he raised the lid several times to open the box, but put it down again.

Huang Tong who was on the side did this for him.

The lid was opened, but there were only a few scattered bones inside.

Chen Jianqiu hesitated to speak.

After killing Huang Qingyun and Lao Qi, Arcata's militia group and the "lame" threw the corpses into the wild, allowing vultures and wild wolves to eat them.

When Chen Jianqiu and the others found it, they couldn't find the complete body, not even the skull.

In the end, Chen Jianqiu still didn't choose to speak.

He knew that this result was too cruel for the old man in front of him.

Huang Yongren looked at the bones of his brother in the box and was distraught.

His mouth was open, and grief had pooled in the bottom of his throat, unable to utter any howls.

Two lines of old tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, flowed into the gully on his face, and wet the silver-white beard and hair.

With Huang Tongshi's support, the old man managed to stand still.

Chen Jianqiu didn't say "sad" words to comfort the old man.

He just told Huang Yongren that his murderer was dead, but the matter was not over yet.

A week later, at the Border Detective Agency, in Hanif's office.

"There is no O'Neill in the Knights of Labor in California."

Hanif handed over a document to Chen Jianqiu who was sitting on the sofa.

"It's a fake name."

"Is it possible that he is not a member of the Labor Knights at all?" Camilla asked, leaning on the sofa.

"It's hard to say, but what's strange is that 'Cripple' and 'Hyena' are members of the Knights."

Chen Jianqiu opened the file.

This is a list of members of the California Labor Knights, a thick stack.

He turned to a page that was crooked.

There are two names on it, which are marked in big circles with a red pen.

"These two are the pseudonyms of 'Cripple' and 'Hyena' in the Labor Knights." Hanif walked to Chen Jianqiu's side, pointing to these two names.

"Where did you get this roster?" Chen Jianqiu closed the booklet.

Hanif chuckled.

"I've been following them since you telegraphed me to investigate them." He stroked his mustache and said quite proudly.

"but."

He changed his words.

"A month ago, this booklet was very thin." Hanif gestured with his index finger and thumb, "but now, it is already a thick book."

"Their membership is growing like crazy."

Chen Jianqiu returned the roster to Hanif.

He sat on the sofa, lost in thought.

There is no love for no reason, and no hate for no reason.

The violent anti-China movement in the west reached its climax in the late 19s.

But in the years following the introduction of the '82 bill, there was a moment of silence.

People's attention has been diverted to other places.

Acata's act of paving the way proved to be an attempt to exploit the emotions of the local people, instigated by forces behind it.

If the kidnapping of the leader of the guild hall is for a large sum of money.

Is it to intensify the conflict and make the violent anti-China behavior in California more legal?
This is a red flag!

If that was the case, then Arcata's behavior would not be an isolated case.

Chen Jianqiu looked out the window.

He had a feeling that "the mountain and the rain are about to come and the wind is full of the building".

If he could not stop the passage of the bill three years ago, then this time, he decided not to allow the Chinese to become victims of politics.

"Hanif, how sure are you of infiltrating the Labor Knights?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"There are some of us among them." Hanif scratched his head, a little embarrassed, "But they didn't get along very well."

Some of the detectives in the California branch of the Border Detective Agency are Chinese detectives.

It is definitely unrealistic for them to go undercover to the Knights.

Others were recruited after the California branch of the Pinkerton Detective Agency was disbanded.

Hanif has always believed that if these people can learn half of their own skills, they will not be in a mess in the labor union.

At most they could get lists or something.

"It's okay, I have someone to choose." Chen Jianqiu thought of someone.

Worker, reliable, young but experienced.

That is Holly Romney, the son of the current mayor of Roswell, Danny Romney.

(End of this chapter)