America 1881: They Call Me Legend

While Downey said this, Hanif took out a cigarette and lit it.

While smoking a cigarette, he observed the movements of the people in the room.

With the exception of Hawley, no one else reacted much differently.

They were all listening to Holly carefully.

"Didn't he say anything?"

Holly was a little weird.

In order to avoid suspicion, after leaving Shiquan Town, he never saw Chen Jianqiu again.

If a labor union leader in California is seen drinking coffee with the chairman of the board of directors of the Pacific Railroad, then he can refer to Dennis who stayed in St. Elizabeth for Hawley's fate.

But now that Chen Jianqiu took the initiative to ask him out at the critical moment of the strike, what does it mean?
He glanced at the three people standing by the table.

The three undercover agents didn't know each other at first, nor did they know the existence of the boss behind the scenes.

Chen Jianqiu's only public appearance in the border detective agency in California was when he took a group of people to the logging camp to avenge Huang Qingyun.

This matter was done extremely secretly, and it has not been disclosed until now, as if nothing had happened.

But now being stabbed by the fool in front of him, is it better to admit it? Or is it better not to admit it?

He couldn't figure it out, so he didn't report Chen Jianqiu's name.

Downey was taken aback by Hawley's question, and then looked at Hanif who was smoking a cigarette and peeking at everyone.

"What do you think I'm doing? You are the person in charge now, so you can say whatever you want!" Hanif took a puff on his cigarette and said angrily.

"He said we'll meet at the pier outside Hyde Street 8 around 63 o'clock tomorrow night." Downey said loudly in the room in a daze.

The words are correct!

The time and place were explained clearly and extremely accurately.

Holly couldn't help rubbing his face.

He didn't know what to say.

He glanced at Hanif standing at the door smoking a cigarette, and found that he had his head down, holding a cigarette in one hand, and pinching his brow with the thumb and forefinger of the other hand.

Downey stood where he was, he didn't expect his words to make the two seniors so blind, he could only stand there in a daze.

"Let's go, let's go." Hanif came over and took Downey's arm, urging.

Downey is dragged out of the house by Hanif.

But they didn't go far, and stayed until the evening in an apartment near the courtyard.

This apartment is a secret stronghold of the Frontier Detective Agency, originally rented to deal with special situations that occurred in the headquarters of the Knights of Labor.

"Hasn't it been fun being the person in charge for half a day?" Hanif sat down on the sofa in the apartment, took off his boots, and looked at Downey with a half-smile.

Donnie picked at his fingers, hesitating whether to sit down.

"It's not fun at all, it feels awkward," he said honestly.

"I see you are enjoying it." Hanif held some boots in his hand, looking around for something.

Downey was very familiar with this scene. Reflexively, he took out a piece of gray cloth from his clothes, knelt down in front of Hanif, picked up the boots in his hand, and was about to wipe them.

However, Hanif did not give him this opportunity.

His boot went to the other hand.

"Hey, don't, you are my boss now, how can I ask you to shine my shoes!" Hanif waved his hands, and said eccentrically.

Then, the shoe-shine cloth was actually stuffed into his hand.

Downey stood up and said to Hanif seriously:
"Master, I've made up my mind. You call me boss in front of others, and I call you master behind your back. Let's have our own opinions."

Hanif held the shoe-shine cloth in his hand, and finally realized the feeling that Hawley had nothing to say in the room this morning.

"Boom, boom, boom."

There was a knock on the door.

With a special percussion rhythm.

Outside the door are people from the Border Detective Agency.

Hanif was about to ask Downey to answer the door.

But after thinking about it for a while, he quickly put on his shoes, trotted to the door and opened it.

Several detectives in uniform walked in.

Hanif put his arms around Downey's shoulders, pushed him down on the sofa he was sitting on just now, and then stood behind Downey himself.

The detectives hadn't adapted to the situation at hand for a while.

In the end it was Hanif who rescued them at first:
"How are those three people doing?"

"After the meeting, Duncan and Gordon went to the dock and the shipyard respectively according to the plan. It should be to arrange a strike; only Bowen stayed in the yard alone and didn't go anywhere."

Hanif nodded: "Well, keep watching!"

He lowered his head and looked at Downey who was fidgeting: "Are you saying I'm right? Boss Downey?"

"Um, yes, that's right," Downey said.

Meanwhile, at a barber shop two streets from the apartment.

Hellman, the only remaining legendary detective in Pinkerton's "Three Heroes of the West", put on a white coat.

A dark red tie was tied across his chest, and he held a pair of scissors in his hand, and another pair of scissors in his breast pocket.

And in the chair in front of him, sat a man.

"Tomorrow at 8 o'clock? The pier at No. 63 Hyde Street?" Hellman trimmed the man's side hair with scissors, talking in his mouth.

"Yes, Donnie and Hanif came to inform. They said that the person who wants to meet Holly is the 'boss', but according to my judgment, there is a high probability that it is Chen Jianqiu." The man looked into the mirror without squinting.

From the outside of the window, the two seem like a normal exchange between a barber and a customer.

"Hmm." Heilman didn't stop moving his hands, but fell into thinking.

"Duncan and Bowen are also undercover agents of the Border Detective Agency, no wonder I always feel that something is wrong." The man continued.

"Whether it's Chen Jianqiu or not, there is no way for Hawley to escape the collusion with the Border Detective Agency." Hellman took out another pair of scissors from his coat pocket, "You don't have to worry about tomorrow night, I will take care of it. "

"Brannan sold us, so be careful." Hellman wiped the scissors with a piece of cloth on the back of the chair. "It's very risky to come out today."

"Hmph, if you weren't eager to find evidence, I wouldn't have come here to find you." The man snorted coldly, "But they haven't withdrawn the three of us, which means we haven't suspected us yet."

Heilman didn't speak.

The man scratched the hair on his neck.

"No wonder, I said how Hanif was killed."

"Killed? Isn't he going to preach today?" Hellman asked suspiciously.

"I've been demoted. The leader today is a young man I've never seen before. No, no, he's just a kid."

Thinking of this, the man suddenly laughed.

"I guess it took Hanif's position. I just want to laugh when I think of Hanif's unlucky situation today."

"You mean Hanif was masturbated by Chen Jianqiu for being an undercover agent, and now he's being ridden on the head by a kid?" Heilman suddenly wanted to laugh.

As the number one rival on the bright side, the biggest obstacle for the Pinkerton Detective Agency to return to California.

Hellman has conducted in-depth research on Hanif since he came out of the mountain.

This person is experienced and thoughtful, but very greedy for money.

"Or else? I see him like that, his face is full of dissatisfaction." The man said.

Hellman nodded.

He had a new plan in his mind.

Men's hair is not as complicated as women's hair, and it is quickly trimmed.

Heilman undid the cord buckle of the apron tied around the back of the man's neck.

"Look, okay?" He said to the man while skillfully shaking the hair on the apron.

The man looked at himself in the mirror with a slightly teasing tone.

"Heilman, if you don't become a detective, you must be a very good barber."

"It doesn't matter whether I'm a detective or not. Besides, I'm a doctor, the kind who specializes in surgery." Heilman patted his beard and said calmly.

He is a legend of the Pinkerton detective agency, as long as he is a junior detective of Pinkerton, he will be respected very much.

But now, he doesn't care much.

When the man was paying, Heilman gave him the last sentence:

"Remember, don't act rashly tonight, just leave the matter to me, and that's fine!"