America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 422 St. Elizabeth Mental Hospital

"Mr. Cronin, what are you doing here today?"

In the new office of the Workers' Party, Dennis and his right-hand men are ready to fight.

His voice echoed in the empty "office".

Their original office at the pier was burned down by Chen Jianqiu.

Due to limited funds, Dennis had to rent another abandoned warehouse near the pier.

This warehouse is big, but the roof is broken, and it will leak whenever it is windy and rainy.

But that doesn't bother the workers.

After renovations and the addition of tables and chairs, it became the new office of the California Workers Party.

"I said my knight order was occupied by Chinese workers, do you believe it?"

Cronin propped his arms on the table in front of Dennis, staring straight at Dennis.

The two people behind Dennis glanced at each other.

They could feel that the expressions on each other's faces were very strange, and they were all trying to suppress a smile.

The muscles on Dennis' face trembled.

"Clonin, if you really intend to humiliate me, please don't use such stupid words, can you?"

Dennis was very disdainful of Cronin's behavior.

If you have something to say, just talk about it, who will listen to such yin and yang, beating around the bush?
"What I said is true!" Cronin looked at Dennis with a serious expression.

Dennis turned his head, glanced at an officer behind him, and asked knowingly:
"Is there any powerful Chinese labor group in San Francisco?"

The officer's eyes widened: "Are you talking about the X Court (a branch of the HONG Gate)?"

"You were overthrown by the Chinese gang?" Dennis leaned back against the back of the chair with a mocking face.

"No, it was the Chinese laborers who joined my knight order, and then they occupied our meeting, ah, no, it should be a gathering with guns."

Cronin's beard rose and fell.

He began to speak incoherently, and his usual eloquence was gone.

Because of what happened yesterday and today, it is difficult for him to understand.

Dennis lost his patience.

"Clonin, I've had enough of these lies you spun, did you take the wrong medicine today?"

"If you come alone today, I won't make it difficult for you. If you dare to let your little yellow-haired bastard treat us like other trade union organizations, believe me, I will definitely retaliate!"

After that, he made a gesture of repelling, signaling Cronin to leave quickly.

"It's him, that yellow-haired brat, who betrayed me, him."

Cronin wanted to say something, but the people behind Dennis had already taken a few steps forward and surrounded him.

The bearded man was blasted out.

Standing alone at the gate of the Workers' Party, Cronin suddenly felt a little miserable.

When did Dennis ride on him like this? !

However, there was no time for him to feel sorry for himself.

Because, when the bearded man raised his head, he suddenly found that there were some Chinese laborers near the pier and opposite him.

Although these Chinese workers are doing their own things.

But he always felt that they were watching him from time to time.

The bearded man lowered his head and began to walk quickly.

His pace became faster and faster, and within a few steps, it turned into a run.

Ten minutes later, Cronin stopped at the entrance of an alley panting.

He no longer remembered that this was the first time he had run away crazily today.

These damned Chinese seem to have to kill themselves!

How to do?How to do?
no solution anymore!Just call the police!

Although the relationship between Cronin and the San Francisco police is not good because of the frequent gathering of speeches and the organization of strikes.

But this also has an advantage.

That is, they are familiar.

He's a subject of surveillance with Sheriff Porter.

So, when he saw Cronin stepping into the gate of the police station from the window, Sergeant Porter jumped up from his chair excitedly.

Is this guy who found out his conscience and turned himself in?
"Sheriff Potter, please listen patiently to what I'm going to say next."

After arriving at Sergeant Potter's office, the first sentence Cronin said made him frown.

"Last night, a group of Chinese laborers occupied the meeting place of the Labor Knights." Cronin calmed his mind and said slowly.

But his words were interrupted roughly by Sergeant Potter.

"Tell me more about the meeting place. Where is it? What time? What kind of meeting are you going to have at night?"

Apparently, the sheriff was more interested in that.

Cronin was stunned, he looked at the sheriff in disbelief:

"Don't you want to know why those Chinese laborers appeared collectively at the meeting place of the Labor Knights?"

"I don't want to know." The sheriff shook his head, "What outrageous things can those honest Chinese laborers do?"

"They joined the Labor Knights!"

"So?" The sheriff didn't quite understand Cronin's logic, "Are you here to show off to me? The team has grown again?"

"I've been emptied! I've been subverted!" Cronin panted hysterically, "My personal safety is threatened!"

"Ah, that's great, oh no, I mean, that's shocking."

Sergeant Botha pouted, but he couldn't hide the ecstasy in his heart.

The damn trade union organization finally started to fight among themselves, so I don't have to worry all day long about these people messing up the factory.

"Why don't you talk about your meeting in the middle of the night." The sheriff bowed.

Cronin felt very desperate, he slammed down the sheriff's desk:

"Those Chinese will destroy us! Do you understand? You let them take over the union, it will be a disaster!"

Sergeant Potter was taken aback, and he immediately roared out the door:

"Come on, put this lunatic in a cell for brainwashing!"

Several policemen rushed in and knocked Cronin to the ground.

They searched the bearded man, including the revolver in his clothes.

After being locked in a cell for a day to cool off, Cronin was released.

He had several scars on his face, a bruise on his right eye, and a swollen cheek.

The police gave him back his clothes and his revolver, but confiscated the bullets in his gun.

Cronin didn't know, and didn't go to check.

He took the revolver with empty eyes and stuffed it under his clothes.

He was penniless now, and his chest was pressed against his back with hunger; his hair and beard were as messy as straw.

The cornered Cronin wandered aimlessly on the streets of San Francisco.

I don't know if it's because of hunger or the mental torture of the past few days.

He suddenly had an impulse that could be regarded as imaginary.

Otherwise, go find Moody (Hawley) that blond boy and try your best. If you can kill him, wouldn't you be able to regain control of the Labor Knights?

thought here.

Cronin then walked towards the headquarters of the Knights again.

If he remembers correctly, Moody (Hawley) should live near there.

He walked forward step by step.

Streetcars jingled past him; passers-by were intrigued by his homeless attire, walking dead, and cloudy eyes.

They always feel that this person has a problem with his mind.

However, Cronin's road to revenge stopped when he reached the downstairs of the customs building.

He saw some Chinese again, appearing in the direction he was heading.

Their clothes were exactly the same as those two Chinese who were guarding downstairs before them.

Only this time, a white man with a raised beard stood in front of them.

Beside the white man, there were some strong men in gray robes, and one of them was whispering to the bearded man.

The eyes of these people looked at themselves at the same time.

Cronin took two steps back.

He looked around.

From other directions, people also surrounded them, including Chinese, whites, and even two blacks.

There was no way for Cronin to retreat, and a hostility surged from his heart.

He took out the revolver in his arms and pointed at the people in front of him:

"Come on! I'm not afraid of you! Don't you want my life? You bastards!"

Cronin widened his eyes and roared, his temples were bulging, and the veins on his neck were exposed.

"Doctor, as I told you before, this man suffers from a very serious mental illness, and he always fantasizes about someone trying to kill him."

The bearded Hanif said to the burly man in the gray robe beside him.

"Some people saw him running wildly on the street for no reason, and he always had an illusion that the Chinese would occupy the entire United States."

"You idiots! If this continues, the Chinese laborers will pounce on California like locusts! They will occupy the entire west! You will all die without a place to die!" Cronin roared hysterically.

"It seems that the illness is not serious, and the aggressiveness is still very strong."

The doctor looked at Cronin and the revolver in his hand and thought.

The doctor came from San Francisco's notorious St. Elizabeth's Mental Asylum.

The asylum was originally intended for traumatized Civil War veterans, but it was no longer a mental rehabilitation center.

Your patients, or "patients," can stay in there for as long as you want, as long as you pay enough.

As for their treatment style.

The doctor's thick arms and the rope in his hand are enough to illustrate.

The detectives of the Frontier Detective Agency and the staff of the mental hospital approached the bearded man cautiously.

Without warning, Cronin pulled the trigger on one of the Chinese.

He was answered with an empty sound.

Everyone rushed forward and threw Cronin to the ground.

They tied up their beards in a hurry, and stuffed them into the carriage beside them in public.

"Don't watch it! Don't watch it! Catch the mentally ill! Let it go! Let it go!" A staff member began to drive away the surrounding crowd.

"I'll go to the hospital tomorrow to settle the bill." Hanif put on his hat, got on the horse, and said to the doctor,

"I hope you can treat him well. As for the treatment cycle, my client hopes it will be."

Hanif adjusted his hat and smoothed his beard.

"Always."

(End of this chapter)