The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 226: Extreme Taunting
Late at night, the wheels of the carriage rolled over the road, causing Henry Kuhn in the carriage to feel a slight bump.

Henry Kuhn closed his eyes and recalled the discussion about drama at the salon.

He is a drama lover and even worked as a playwright for a period of time. He has a passion for drama.

That's why he took a few hours out to attend a drama salon just after taking office.

After a moment, he turned his attention to the Investigation Bureau. He needed some time to sort out the situation in the Investigation Bureau and then hire a new group of police officers.

The mayor has promised a grant to the Bureau of Investigation.

Only after he has a group of people under his command can he let go.

But the biggest problem in the FBI is not the police officers, but that Chinese man...

When Henry Kuhn closed his eyes and thought, another carriage quickly caught up and stopped the carriage directly in front.

Four men jumped off the carriage and pointed their guns at the driver. At the same time, two of them went around the two sides of the carriage and pointed their guns at Henry Kuhn in the carriage.

Henry Kuhn's heart began to beat wildly.

"Mr. Henry, our boss wants to see you!" Aaron didn't come up and kill anyone. Instead, he forced the carriage to stop and walked to the side, opened the door, and pointed the gun at Henry.

This made Henry a little nervous, and angry from the bottom of his heart.

Unexpectedly, the Chinese man sent someone on the first day of his taking office.

And he used this hostage-taking method to kidnap me and force me to meet him.

I am the director of the investigation bureau appointed by the mayor.

How dare the Chinese do this?

"What if I say no?" Henry Kuhn did not hide his anger.

"You have no choice!" Aaron sneered.

"Would you like to leave in a dignified manner, or should we help you do so?"

If Chen Zhengwei hadn't asked him to take the person away alive and without leaving too many scars on his body, he wouldn't have had to go through so much trouble.

Henry Kuhn looked at Aaron coldly, then got off the carriage.

"Where is he?"

Aaron pointed the gun at Henry's back, gave the henchman a look, then put the gun away and suddenly strangled Henry's neck with his arm.

Henry was startled and struggled desperately.

However, Aaron was very strong, and his arms were like an iron hoop, tightly tightening Henry's arms. Henry felt that he couldn't breathe at all, and soon he fainted with a flushed face due to lack of oxygen.

Feeling that Henry was fainting, Aaron immediately let go to avoid strangling him.

Boom!

At the same time, two gunshots rang out, and the coachman who was standing on the side with his hands raised was shot twice in the head and fell down.

Then a few people quickly threw the coachman into the carriage that Aaron and others came in.

And stuffed Henry back into his own carriage.

"Drive the carriage back, someone will take care of the body!" Aaron said to Green who was stunned.

Green was stunned because the thug didn't press down the hammer when he fired the gun. He had never seen this kind of gun before.

He also immediately realized that this gun would be much faster to fire one-handed.

He came to his senses and immediately drove away in the carriage.

Aaron brought two bottles of wine to Henry's carriage, and in the carriage he pinched Henry's mouth and poured wine into him.

Henry was just about to wake up when he was strangled from behind again.

"Be careful, don't strangle him!" Aaron kept staring.

He didn't want to mess this up.

Everyone found Greater Poland, and Greater Poland also received the news. A high-end brothel was arranged on Broadway Street, and the brothel was full of his people.

After stuffing Henry Kuhn into the brothel, Aaron pinched the chest of a Polish prostitute, walked into the room with a smile, took out cigarettes and shared them with Big Poland.

The two of them became familiar with each other.

"Keep pouring!"

Not long after, Henry Kuhn vomited all over the floor.

"Go on! Go find a funnel!" Aaron said without mercy.

"How much does it take to kill him?" A thug took off his coat in a bad mood. He had been vomited all over.

"Fuck him until he dies!" Aaron said lightly.

"This is the new director of investigation!" Big Poland exclaimed. This is a big shot, and he died here.

"Have you arranged the people over there? Do you know what to say?" Aaron poked him with his elbow.

"No problem! He drank it himself and just died here!" Dapolon replied.

Even the prostitute in this room cannot take any responsibility.

What else can the mayor of San Francisco do to a prostitute?

To those at the bottom of society, Greater Poland or even an ordinary copper button is much more terrifying than the mayor of San Francisco.

"Do the prostitutes here get checked regularly?" Aaron asked with a smile. Compared to the director of the investigation bureau, he was more concerned about whether this place was safe.

These foreign girls have curvy bodies and hot bodies, which makes him very interested.

Many people in Chinatown get sick every year, and the situation has only improved recently.

In the past, prostitutes were forced to work even if they were sick. Now they can rest if they are not feeling well, and they have physical examinations every month.

The two chatted for more than an hour and after drinking four bottles of whiskey, Henry's breathing began to rapid and his lips and nails began to turn purple.

Not long after, Henry's breathing stopped.

"Open the window and let him go!" Aaron pushed open the window, walked to Henry and made sure that he had stopped breathing, then stood up and led his men away.

"I'll leave the rest to you!"

After Aaron and his companions left for a while, Dapolan stood there looking at Henry's body and smoked another cigarette, then asked someone to come in and tidy up the room.

The vomit was left behind, while the traces left by others were cleaned up.

Although this is not really necessary, the police officers from the investigation bureau are just going through the motions when they come here.

A moment later, a prostitute entered the room and let out a scream.

After a while, the whole brothel was in chaos. Some customers came to the door to inquire and looked at the dead body in the room.

However, no one knew that the man who died of drunkenness in the brothel was the new director of the Investigation Bureau.

It was not until an hour later that the staff on duty at the Investigation Bureau came over. After seeing the appearance and clothes of the deceased, they were immediately shocked.

Michael arrived before daybreak.

Before he arrived, two reporters came over with excited looks on their faces and took pictures at the door with bulky cameras.

This is big news.

After Michael came over, he pretended to have the reporters driven away.

The reporters rushed back to finish their articles and added a one-page supplement to the morning edition. The new director's inaugural speech and death report were both on the same day, which was full of drama.

It’s a pity that there is not more time to dig out more past history of this new director.

……

In the morning, urgently printed newspapers appeared in the hands of newsboys.

The newsboys' cries could be heard in the streets:
"Exclusive report: The new director of the Bureau of Investigation died in a brothel on the day he took office, less than 12 hours before his inaugural speech..."

"The new director of the investigation bureau took office and gave a speech that he would never tolerate criminals. That night, he died in a prostitute's bed..."

"Give me one!" Some middle-class people who got up early to go to work reached into their wallets.

"What newspaper?"

"The San Francisco Chronicle!"

Another foreigner reluctantly paid for a newspaper. Recently, the San Francisco Chronicle has always reported about the Chinese.

And it is different from before. In the past, reports about Chinese people were all about how dirty they were, how there were heavy smokers, gamblers, and rat eaters everywhere, and many people watched for fun.

However, more than a month ago, the San Francisco Chronicle completely changed its style, and all its reports about the Chinese are now positive.

This made many people dissatisfied. This was not what they wanted to see, and they wrote letters to the newspaper to express their opposition.

However, the San Francisco Chronicle continued to do its own thing, and there was no change even though the newspaper's sales declined.

But apart from that, the San Francisco Chronicle's reporting is very professional in other aspects.

Therefore, although the sales of newspapers have declined slightly, they are still stable.

Some people, after getting the newspaper, read the headline first: "New Director of the Bureau of Investigation High-profile Announces that Criminals Have No Way to Escape!"

I turned to the last page and saw the supplement.

"New director died drunk at prostitute's bedside twelve hours after taking office"

This is what they want to see.

The report was full of ridicule.

The previous director of the investigation bureau resigned, and the new director confidently announced when he took office that he would never let a criminal go. However, he died at the bedside of a prostitute a dozen hours later.

The mayor's vision in appointing officials is also questionable. I wonder what he likes about the new director, is it his ability in bed with prostitutes?
Or is there some other deal behind this?
San Francisco doesn't need a chief who hangs out in brothels. What it needs is a chief of investigation who can truly maintain public order, like the one who just resigned.

According to the report, the mayor appointed this outrageous investigation director entirely because of a behind-the-scenes deal, and the investigation director's performance also proves this point.

……

Anthony S. Batty read half of the newspaper with a gloomy face, then tore it into pieces.

His face turned ashen, his chest heaving violently, and he almost exploded with anger.

"It must have been done by that Chinese man!" Anthony S. Batty squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.

He didn't believe that the new director he appointed would die of drunkenness in a brothel on the day he took office.

Now, not only has the death of an investigation director brought him shame, but the public has also begun to doubt his vision and ability, which is very unfavorable for the upcoming election.

"We shouldn't continue to conflict with the Chinese now!" Darren sighed.

Anthony glared at him angrily, his chest heaving violently as he said, "It's not that I want to conflict with him now. The chief investigator I just sent died in a brothel without doing anything!"

"What does that Chinese think the Bureau is? His own backyard?"

"Did you see what was written in the newspaper?"

"If this continues, I can already announce my withdrawal from the election in advance!"

"The only way now is to prove that he didn't die of drunkenness, but was murdered!"

"Send a telegram to Sacramento and have the state justice department send someone!"

Darren was silent for a moment before saying, "Excuse me, Mr. Mayor, even if someone from the state judicial department comes, they may not be able to find out anything. It will only make the situation worse."

"Someone just discovered something, and I think it's necessary to tell you!"

"What?" Anthony asked coldly.

Darren walked to the window and looked down. "There!"

Anthony followed his gaze and saw three Chinese men in gentlemen's suits standing on the side of the road, looking up at the window.

Anthony suddenly felt a chill running down his spine.

The other party actually sent people outside the city government.

"What do the Chinese want to do?" Anthony squeezed out word by word from between his teeth.

"I think it's a threat..." Darren shrugged, shocked at Chen Zhengwei's audacity.

Anthony banged his fist on the windowsill.

As the mayor of San Francisco, how could he be threatened by a Chinese?

"I have to be honest, sir. You need to face him. He is not the dirty, weird Chinese from the past. He is very powerful and has many people under his command, one thousand, two thousand, or even more."

"We really can't do anything to him right now. Even if someone from the State Bureau of Investigation comes, it will be the same. Even if you appoint a new director, the result will be the same."

If we can't catch him and hang him right away... this is San Francisco, with the port nearby, he can go anywhere."

"Then we will suffer his most violent revenge."

"To be honest, I'm very worried about this! That's why I've been advising you before..." Darren looked down and expressed his concerns without hesitation.

"And... Mr. Mayor, other people in the party may not support you in the next election. We must consider the worst possible outcome."

"If you fail to be re-elected, you will also be retaliated by him! This is too dangerous!"

From the Civil War to the present, San Francisco has had a total of eight mayors.

Before being elected, these eight mayors were businessman, contractor, mine owner, businessman, lawyer, doctor, businessman, and businessman.

Among them, only the first mayor was successfully re-elected because of the war.

The mayor with the shortest term was the doctor, who died less than a month after taking office.

Although Anthony wants to be re-elected, he must consider the reality. If he fails to kill Chen Zhengwei in one go, he will be counterattacked and retaliated by the other party.

If he fails to be re-elected, he will also be retaliated against by the other side.

If Anthony still has two years, he can still arrange it calmly.

However, the reality is that he only has half a year left, and a new election will begin in three months, so he must consider his future.

When Anthony heard this, he wanted to say to Darren: "Fuck you!"

His chest kept rising and falling violently, and he was obviously even angrier than before.

"So I suggest you ease your relationship with him!" Darren turned his head to look at the mayor, only to see that Anthony's face was still ashen, staring closely at the Chinese people below.

Seeing that Anthony still didn't speak, Darren left the room.

He knew that Anthony needed more time to think through the situation and time to reconcile with himself.

Based on Darren's understanding of Anthony, it would take about 3 hours for Anthony to finish the task.

(End of this chapter)