The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 299: Committing suicide with six bullets in the back
"There are people who won't give up until they see the Yellow River, and won't cry until they see the coffin!" When Chen Zhengwei learned that Johnson wanted to go to New York, he just smiled sarcastically, took a cigar and puffed out smoke, saying:
"Lock him up! Give him something to eat, or he'll starve to death!"

"After all, we are just doing business, just normal business competition, there is no need to kill people."

"I'm not some murderer."

"Also, hurry up and get your hard-earned money back. Don't let them have it too easy. If the bank can't get it back, go to their homes and ask for it!"

He had done the math and found that it was more cost-effective to buy the bank from shareholders than to wait for the bank to go bankrupt and then take over.

So they simply changed their approach and continued to protest in front of the bank, but they also wanted to get their hard-earned money back.

"Once you get this done, when you go out and introduce yourself, just say that you are a banker! I guarantee that others will treat you as a big shot!" Chen Zhengwei said to Schultz with a smile.

"I'm looking forward to it, boss!" Schultz laughed. "Wearing decent clothes, going in and out of various high-end clubs, chatting and laughing with those big shots in the upper class! Just thinking about it makes me look forward to it!"

"You have to believe that you are the big shot!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

"The boss is the real big shot!" Schultz was smart for once.

Then Chen Zhengwei waved his hand and let Schultz leave.

Starting from the next day, Schultz had people blocking the doors of those wealthy people to collect their hard-earned money.

As for the bank, all operations have been stopped, but the bank staff still have to go to the bank every day to deal with those who come to collect their deposits.

By now, it was not just Schultz's people who were blocking the bank's door, but everyone who had business dealings with the bank was blocking the door every day, fearing that they would not get their money back.

The situation left shareholders of the San Francisco Savings and Loan Association feeling anxious.

The city government also approached the shareholders of the savings and loan association several times and asked them to resolve the problem as soon as possible.

But all other banks rejected the San Francisco Savings and Loan Association's request for help, so they could only pin their hopes on Johnson who was going to New York.

However, after Johnson left San Francisco, there was no news at all.

Ten days passed, but there was still no telegram from New York, and no one even knew whether Johnson had arrived in New York.

During this period, the bank's shareholders tried every possible means but were unable to escape the bank's predicament.

In desperation, shareholders including Henry White and Congressman Cook had to visit Chen Zhengwei again.

At this time, Chen Zhengwei was in his own yard.

"Brother Wei, is this the new gun? Where do you load the bullets? What is this thing in the front? How do I remove it?" Yan Qingyou was fiddling with a submachine gun in his hand. The strangest thing about this gun was that there was an extra "handle" in the front.

Moreover, the gun body is larger than rifles like the Winchester 1873. This gun is 92 cm long and weighs 5.3 kg when empty.

"That's the magazine!" Chen Zhengwei took the submachine gun, pulled out the magazine, took a look at it, and put it back.

"This is the safety. You need to turn it on before you can fire! And it has two gears!" Chen Zhengwei fiddled with it and handed it to the henchman next to him.

"Come and try!"

After all, it's a new gun, and who knows if there will be any problems, such as exploding.

"Hit the wooden stake!" Chen Zhengwei pointed at the wooden stake where Lin Changning usually practiced boxing, and then stood a little further away.

Seeing Chen Zhengwei's actions, Lin Changning also stood a little further away.

Yan Qingyou looked at Chen Zhengwei, then at Lin Changning, and then followed suit.

There was only one thug standing in front in the yard, and the others were standing several meters behind him, which made the thug a little nervous. Then he gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger.

Ta-ta-ta-ta!

A series of flames spewed out from the muzzle of the gun. The continuous recoil caught the henchman off guard, and the muzzle swept from the wooden stake all the way to the sky.

The shell is ejected directly from the ejection port on the side of the gun body.

The dense gunfire was like a rainstorm, and in just two seconds, all 20 bullets in the magazine were emptied.

Yan Qingyou on the side was startled at first, then his eyes lit up.

"Brother Wei, this...this..." Yan Qingyou stuttered a little. The impact of the gun on him was too great.

This is a continuous fire, it is a continuous fire!
The revolvers they produce are able to pull the trigger continuously, which is much faster than those revolvers on the market that still require the hammer to be pressed.

But compared to this, there is no way to compare.

With a gun like this, you don't have to worry about facing more than a dozen people, because the firepower of one person is equal to that of ten enemies.

Even if God came, he would be shot into a sieve by surprise.

"It's a submachine gun! It can fire 600 rounds per minute, and a 20-round magazine can be used up in 2 seconds!" Chen Zhengwei took the submachine gun from the henchman, stroked it a few times with a smile, then took out the magazine, took another magazine from the henchman, lowered the gun to his waist, and swept towards the flower bed.

There was another burst of gunfire like a rainstorm, and a dense stream of bullets swept directly across the flower bed.

The flowers inside were all planted by Lin Changning, and they were swept into pieces.

Lin Changning didn't care about his flowers anymore, but felt frightened.

Facing this kind of gun, it would be useless to practice martial arts or even the best shooting skills.

The appearance of this kind of gun made the existence of warriors almost completely meaningless, which made her feel panic and lost.

"Brother Wei, this gun is so powerful!" Yan Qingyou exclaimed.

When holding this gun, don't worry about your shooting skills, just shoot it and it's done.

"The center of gravity is not right..." Chen Zhengwei realized the problem after firing the gun, but it was relatively easy to solve. The other problem was that the recoil was too great.

Then he said with some dissatisfaction: "And the magazine is too small..."

"Change the magazine to thirty rounds!" Chen Zhengwei turned and said to the blacksmith.

Otherwise you'll ejaculate too quickly.

Although it's only the difference between two seconds and three seconds, one more second is also good.

After firing several magazines in succession, the submachine gun jammed.

This is normal. This is the world's first submachine gun, which is completely hand-filed. The bullets are made by removing the primer from ordinary pistol bullets and replacing the black powder with smokeless gunpowder.

It can fire several magazines, and its stability is much better than Chen Zhengwei expected.

Throwing the submachine gun to Yan Qingyou, Chen Zhengwei picked up the semi-automatic pistol beside him, opened the safety, loaded the gun, and emptied the magazine.

The recoil is smaller than that of a revolver, and the gun body is also smaller, making it easier to carry.

The rate of fire is also faster.

Chen Zhengwei took out a silencer from his trouser pocket and twisted it on the muzzle of the gun, which immediately attracted the attention of others.

"Brother Wei, what is that?"

"Just a little gadget!" Chen Zhengwei raised his hand and fired a shot at the corner of the wall, but the gun got stuck.

Chen Zhengwei took out the bullet and fired again. The others immediately noticed that the sound of the gunfire was much quieter, and most importantly, the sound was somewhat different.

"Damn, my ears feel much better now!" Chen Zhengwei rubbed his ears.

The silencer reduces the sound of the gunshot a bit, making it more comfortable for the ears.

And the sound of the gunshot was a bit like that of a nail gun.

But no one else has this thing, so the sound of this gunshot is very recognizable.

"Brother Wei, this is a good stuff!" Yan Qingyou looked at Chen Zhengwei's silencer with some envy. Chen Zhengwei always had some good stuff in his hands.

"How many guns can be made in a month? What is the cost?" Chen Zhengwei asked.

"The structure of this gun is too complicated. It can only be made bit by bit by hand. At most 30 guns can be made in a month... It costs about 100 US dollars each..." said the blacksmith, pointing at the submachine gun in Yan Qingyou's hand.

"This type of pistol has a much simpler structure. We can make more than a hundred per month... and the cost of one is more than 20 yuan!" "So high?" Others were shocked by the cost of the gun.

You have to know that a revolver only costs $3 on the market.

Winchester 1873 rifle, also less than $5.

But if you think about the power of this gun again, it's worth the price.

"With large-scale production, the price can be reduced!" Chen Zhengwei doesn't care much about the cost. After all, as long as you want to make money, you can always make it.

But this output is indeed too low.

"There are still some places on this gun that need to be modified. The center of gravity is not in the right position, which affects the shooting accuracy..." Chen Zhengwei said to the blacksmith.

"After you adjust the gun, go back and study it. Make a submachine gun first. You can choose any equipment from the metal processing factory. If you need anything else, tell me!"

"The structure of the gun was completely disassembled, different people made different parts, and then put them together to assemble."

"At least 500 swords must be produced every month!" Chen Zhengwei ordered.

In the early stage, it is enough to produce 500 swords per month. As the scale expands, the output will naturally increase.

With five hundred submachine guns, Chen Zhengwei can defeat the three thousand U.S. troops stationed on the California border.

If we can get a mortar...

That thing is pretty simple.

It's nothing more than a warhead, propellant, casing and safety device.

Easier than making a gun.

"Brother Wei, someone is looking for you in the club!" A thug came over from outside.

"Who is it?" Chen Zhengwei turned his head and asked.

"Someone from the San Francisco Savings and Loan Association..."

"Let them wait!" Chen Zhengwei said nonchalantly.

"Let's decide on the models of these two...the submachine gun will be called San Francisco Typewriter Model 1!" Chen Zhengwei said after thinking for a while.

"Why is it called San Francisco Typewriter?" Everyone else was quite surprised.

"Doesn't this sound sound like the sound of a typewriter?" Chen Zhengwei said casually.

"If you put it that way, it's true!"

"The semi-automatic pistol is called Type 79!" Chen Zhengwei named it very casually, and he didn't need to use his own name.

Those gunsmiths wanted to pass on their names, but he didn't need it.

His name will definitely leave a heavy mark in the history of the United States and even the world!
After making the arrangements, Chen Zhengwei brought his people back to the club.

"Brother Wei, after the first batch of guns are ready, you must give me a few!" Yan Qingyou said to Chen Zhengwei on the way.

"I'll give you half!" Chen Zhengwei waved his hand, gave half to Yan Qingyou, kept some for his bodyguard, and gave the rest to A'long.

"Let's clear the Irish out at night!" said Chen Zhengwei.

"Just say that the person who assassinated me before was Irish!"

The two gunmen were never found; they simply disappeared after the attack.

Chen Zhengwei waited for a long time but didn't get the second time. He knew in his heart that it must have been done by someone from San Francisco.

Just don't know who it is yet.

Back at the club, Henry White and other bank shareholders were waiting. When they saw Chen Zhengwei, they stood up immediately and said, "Mr. Chen!"

"Tell me, what do you want to see me for?" Chen Zhengwei glanced at everyone.

"Mr. Chen, we are willing to agree to your conditions!" Henry White said after taking a deep breath.

"After so long, the bank's reputation has suffered such great damage, and now it is only worth 25 US dollars!" Chen Zhengwei said lightly.

Henry White turned his head and glanced at the others, then said dejectedly, "We promised Mr. Chen!"

"Now you are begging me to buy it, so just say thank you first!" Chen Zhengwei sneered.

Everyone felt humiliated.

"Sorry, I'm not feeling well!" Councillor Cook's face turned pale. "I want to go out for some fresh air!"

"Whatever!" Chen Zhengwei shrugged.

As soon as Congressman Cook turned to walk out, Chen Zhengwei took out a pistol from the arms of a henchman beside him and kept pulling the trigger at Congressman Cook's back.

Bang bang bang!
As the gunshot rang out, the others were startled for a moment, then felt cold all over, as if their hearts were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand.

Although I knew that Chen Zhengwei was unscrupulous, I never thought that he would actually shoot and kill a congressman!
And it happened in front of himself and others.

Chen Zhengwei fired all six shots and then threw the gun to his henchman.

"I told you to leave, but you really left?" Chen Zhengwei sneered, then gave his men instructions nonchalantly.

"Go inform the investigation bureau. He just couldn't bear the blow and committed suicide!"

Then he turned to look at the others: "Keep talking!"

As if he was talking about something insignificant.

At this time, everyone else was covered in cold sweat, and their eyes were filled with fear as they looked at Chen Zhengwei.

"Mr. Chen, please take over the bank! Please help us!" Everyone dared not remain silent and spoke quickly.

"Wouldn't it have been better if you did this earlier!" Chen Zhengwei sneered.

"By the way, who is this person?" Chen Zhengwei suddenly remembered and asked.

This attitude of killing someone without knowing who the other person is made everyone even more heartbroken.

"Yes...Senator Cook..." everyone whispered.

"Oh..." Chen Zhengwei suddenly realized.

"Have not heard!"

"What did you see just now?" Chen Zhengwei asked again.

"Senator Cook...he committed suicide!" Everyone forced a smile.

"It's good that you all saw it. But after you leave here, if someone slanders me... I don't need to know who it is! I just need to know that it was you!" Chen Zhengwei showed everyone a somewhat hideous smile.

Everyone understood what Chen Zhengwei meant, and the same thought came to everyone present.

Departing San Francisco.

"Go get a lawyer..."

Not long after Chen Zhengwei returned to his office upstairs, Michael came.

After seeing the body on the ground, Michael went straight to Henry White and the others: "Gentlemen, what happened here just now? I need to make a record!"

Who in San Francisco doesn’t know that Sheriff Michael with thick eyebrows and big eyes and Chen Zhengwei are in the same boat?

"Congressman Cook just committed suicide..."

(End of this chapter)