America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 437
When he walked out of the sheriff's house, Hanif was dizzy.

I can't do this job!

From all angles, the theft of explosives was not an accident, but more like a deliberate effort by the government.

If that's the case, it's really troublesome.

He had to tell Chen Jianqiu about this immediately.

Just when Hanif was thinking about where to find Chen Jianqiu at this time, a voice came from the front:

"What? Are you wondering where to find me?"

Hanif raised his head hastily.

On the road in the distance, Chen Jianqiu was wearing a dark red leather jacket, riding on the back of a black radish, looking at him.

As if seeing a savior, Hanif trotted all the way to Chen Jianqiu.

He told his boss all the information he had just received from the sheriff.

"It seems that George Stoneman's addiction to leading troops is not enough." Chen Jianqiu touched his chin.

"Boss, what should we do now?" Hanif spread his hands, "Just now the sheriff mentioned Union Square, and there is a high probability that the explosion will happen there. Everyone search it again!"

According to the original plan, Union Square is the main area for the strike march tomorrow, and Hawley will also give a speech about the strike there.

At that time, there will not only be a large number of workers participating in the parade, but also many citizens who will join in the fun.

Chen Jianqiu closed his eyes.

A tragic picture had already appeared in his mind.

The bomb detonated in the dense crowd, and the people near the explosion site were flying with blood and flesh, crying and screaming together.

A large number of policemen and even militiamen pointed their guns at the panicked workers.

Not only will they be shot and arrested, but afterward, the governor will have various reasons to hold the shit bowl on their heads.

George Stoneman, in order to strengthen himself and his party, has come up with such an idea, with complete disregard for the lives of innocent people.

Compared with him, Chen Jianqiu felt like a saint.

"Where did the person who followed Bowen go?"

Chen Jianqiu opened his eyes and asked suddenly.

Hanif was confused by the question.

"After Gordon was caught, I withdrew all of them. The undercover agents were all caught. What are you doing with them?"

he asked suspiciously.

Chen Jianqiu looked at Hanif:
"Who told you that only one of those three people has a problem?"

Numerous images flashed across Hanif's mind instantly, and a large amount of information was intertwined and swirled in his mind.

"So, it was Bowen who stole the explosives?" He felt that his mentality was going to explode, "I can't! He was single-handedly picked by me, and he has no chance of being developed into an undercover agent at all!"

"It's not necessarily the undercover agents who cause trouble. There are many ways to think about problems."

Chen Jianqiu pointed to the horse beside Hanif.

"Get on the horse and come with me. If I'm right, he should be at his home now."

Bowen's residence, located near Chinatown.

At this time, he was sitting on the chair beside the bed, looking at the box of nitroglycerin explosives on the bed.

The nitroglycerin was mixed with diatomaceous earth, pressed into sticks with a mold, wrapped in paper, and placed in a box.

Tomorrow he will tie these explosives around his waist, and then find a suitable opportunity to throw them at those damn policemen.

These people are shameless accomplices of the rich!Holly is still too young!

As long as these people appear in the square, it is to slaughter the workers of the guild!It would be better to strike first!

Bowen looked at these explosives with fanaticism in his eyes.

He took out several sticks of dynamite, intending to string them up.

"You don't really plan to sleep with these explosives on your pillow, do you?" A voice came faintly from outside the window.

Bowen shuddered at the sound.

He looked up.

Outside the window, a face appeared, looking particularly scary under the faint light of the kerosene lamp.

But Bowen is a ruthless person who dares to put explosives on the bed.

His hand quickly reached for a box under the bed.

There was a revolver in there.

Whether he is a man or a ghost, shoot that face first.

But he just bent over.

"Whoa!"

The glass of the window was shattered, and a black shadow broke through the window with lightning speed and kicked Bowen's waist.

This kick directly kicked Bowen off the chair and rolled to the ground.

At that moment, Bowen felt as if his waist was broken.

He struggled to stand up, but was kicked to the ground by the man again.

"Dangdang!"

The door was kicked down from the outside together with the door frame, and another person rushed in.

"Can you have quality? How can you knock down the frame when you kick the door?" Chen Jianqiu pointed his shiny golden revolver at Bo Wen's head, and at the same time glanced at the person who broke the door.

"Bowen, your door doesn't seem very strong." Hanif glanced at the window with broken glass all over the floor, then at the half-closed door behind him, talking about him from left to right.

Bowen looked up.

He knew Hanif, but not Chen Jianqiu.

"How do you know that I stole the explosives?" Although his head was held by a gun, he remained calm.

"Coincidentally, I usually live in the hotel in Chinatown opposite." The barrel of Chen Jianqiu's revolver was still pressed against Bowen's head, "I saw you carry this box out of the carriage with my own eyes."

Hanif suddenly realized.

He finally knew where Chen Jianqiu went after leaving the warehouse last time.

"Then why didn't you start earlier, but waited until today?" Bowen asked.

"Before today, I thought you were just a radical anarchist. However, I learned from Hanif that you still have inextricable connections with the government."

"You have asked so many questions, so is it my turn to ask you?" The revolver in Chen Jianqiu's hand turned a circle and returned to his holster.

He asked Hanif to take away the detonator on the table, then looked at Bowen, and continued to ask:
"Why are you doing this?"

"Why? I thought that after Hawley became the leader of the California Labor Corps, he would completely break with the moths at the headquarters, and fight the rich people to the end like he led us to put down those unions before!"

"But in the action plan and program of this strike, he didn't even mention how to change California, or even change the United States."

"The barber named Cherry Myers is right. Some people will be eroded by power after they take up leadership positions, and they will become compromised and weak. Hawley is like this."

"So, we should fight in a more extreme way! Solve exploitation with violence! Hawley is so childish!"

Bowen spoke impassionedly, and it can be seen that he has no selfish motives, but out of his own beliefs.

However, Chen Jianqiu still thought that there was something wrong with his thinking.

He even wanted to laugh a little bit.

Chen Jianqiu pointed to the explosives on the bed.

"Change America? Just rely on these explosives? Fight with force? Are you ready?"

He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Bowen with some pity: "You have been oppressed, and your life has deteriorated sharply, which makes your mind full of GMs, but there is no tenacity or organization in your thoughts." , discipline and firmness.”

"Shaken! Flashy!"

"You're always living in fantasy, that's why Hellman made you dizzy with just a few words."

Chen Jianqiu originally wanted to continue talking, but stopped.

These things are often understood only after receiving bloody lessons, and it is useless to talk about them.

So, he said something more substantial.

"You have been tricked, Bowen. The barber who preached to you was a detective from Pinkerton. You were not the only one who went to his barbershop, but also Gordon!"

"The government is ready. As long as you throw these explosives in Union Square tomorrow, all workers participating in the strike will face shooting and arrest!"

"You will kill hundreds of people!"

Bowen sat on the ground with astonishment on his face.

Reason told him that what Chen Jianqiu said was true, otherwise how would he know about Union Square?
He fell into confusion, his eyes clouded.

"Think about it, if you can figure it out and make amends, tomorrow is your last chance."

Chen Jianqiu sat on the edge of the bed and said quietly.

(End of this chapter)