The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 304 Is the security in New York so bad?

After all, Vincent had been hiding opposite the New York Times headquarters for half a month, and during that time he had to go out to buy food and water, so it was inevitable that he would be seen and his appearance would be remembered.

The police drew a portrait of him based on the description.

In addition, it was not the police who found Vincent, but the New York gangsters.

In New York, gangs are often more efficient than the police in finding a new face.

Especially under the reward offered by the Jones family and the pressure from the FBI.

The sheriff in charge of the case took the portraits directly to the leaders of each gang and slapped the portraits on their desks.

"Find this person, or I'll bring people to sweep your place every day!"

"If you find him, you'll get $2000!"

And Vincent was a bit unlucky.

His place of residence was in the Lower East Side, a gathering place for Eastern European immigrants with a mixed population, which should have been safe.

Therefore, when he first arrived in New York, he rented a place as a safe house where he could hide for a while after doing something and then leave New York.

However, the son of the bakery owner near the house is a gang member.

After seeing the portrait his son brought back, he quickly recognized that the person in the portrait had been to the bakery.

The news was then sent to the police station, and soon, Vincent's location was surrounded.

An hour later, Vincent's face was splattered with blood, he was gasping for breath, and his chest was like a bellows.

boom!
Following a gunshot in the darkness, Vincent felt a pain in his leg and fell to the ground.

A young man wearing overalls, a shirt and a loose suit jacket walked out of the darkness with a look of ecstasy on his face.

But the next second he was shot in the chest.

Vincent supported himself on his legs and got up from the ground, cursing in his heart that he had lost this time.

I'm afraid I can't escape.

A few minutes later, a group of people from the Investigation Bureau surrounded Vincent.

"Put your gun down! Put your hands up!"

"Put the gun down! This is your final warning!"

Vincent hesitated for a long time, threw the gun to the ground, and was then pinned to the ground by the police who rushed over.

The next day, the news that the gunman who assassinated George Jones had been captured was in the newspapers.

Recently, the whole of New York has been paying attention to this vicious homicide case, and the director of the Investigation Bureau even held a press conference for this purpose.

"Yes, the gunman has been caught and is under trial."

“No matter who you are, if you do something illegal in New York, you must be prepared to be caught!”

"The details of the case will be announced later."

……

"The vacation is over. This guy is so unlucky, it's our turn to take action next!" Green put the newspaper on the table and said expressionlessly.

Others sighed and groaned. They had finally gotten a few days to play in New York, but now they had to carry out a mission so soon.

"What should we do?" The others looked at Green.

The people Green brought this time were all Poles.

In a city like New York, Chinese people are still too conspicuous.

During this period of time, he has successfully established enough prestige among these people.

"This is the floor plan of the Lower East Side precinct. Vincent is being held here, and the interrogation room is here... It's not hard to get in, but it's hard to get out."

"So we only have one choice!" Green hesitated, then took out a pen and marked several locations on the floor plan.

"If we detonate these few places, we can send the entire Lower East Side precinct into the sky!"

He didn't want to make it so big, but there was no other way.

Once Vincent is caught, he will reveal who is behind it sooner or later.

This is a problem.

Instead of doing this, it’s better to just make a big one.

"I'll arrange the carriage and take action at night! I hope that guy hasn't said anything yet!" Green said to others.

After finishing my work in the evening, I left New York directly and headed to Philadelphia.

From there I took the train back to San Francisco.

……

At night, Green and his men moved several barrels of explosives onto a horse-drawn carriage and then rode it to the vicinity of the Lower East Side police station.

At this time, one-third of the rooms in the East City Branch were still lit.

Although the people in the Investigation Bureau usually get off work on time, this time it involves a big case, so many people are still working overtime.

This is also the reason why Green didn't want to rush in.

It's easy to rush in, but it's hard to get out.

"You put the explosives at points 2 to 4... and you two follow me and put the explosives at point !"

The Lower East Side Police Station is a two-story brick and stone load-bearing wall building. Just blowing up a few key load-bearing walls would turn the entire station into ruins.

The most dangerous position requires entering through the main gate of the Investigation Bureau, and this position is under the charge of Green and his men.

"Look at your pocket watches, detonate in ten minutes!"

After several carriages dispersed, Green drove the carriage to the door of the Investigation Bureau, made a gesture to two people, and then got off the carriage and entered the Investigation Bureau.

"I'm here to report a case. I was robbed on the road just now!" Green took a quick look after entering the room. There were only two people on duty on the first floor.

"How much was robbed from you? Where?" the police officer on duty asked casually.

"Two hundred dollars!" Green stood in front of the duty desk with an angry look on his face and made a gesture with his hand behind his back.

"You shouldn't go out with so much money! The Lower East Side is not safe, people get robbed every day!" The police officer on duty looked up at him. This guy should just consider himself unlucky.

This kind of case is difficult to investigate, and the Investigation Bureau has more important things to do right now.

"Do you want me to blame myself?" Green said angrily.

"Okay, tell me the details and leave your information. I'll notify you if there is any news!" the other party said perfunctorily.

At this time, Green had already taken out a dagger from his waist, suddenly rushed behind the duty desk, and stabbed the dagger in his hand directly into the other person's chest.

The other police officer sensed something was wrong and quickly pulled out his gun from his waist.

However, Green had already stood up, drew his dagger, and rushed over, stabbing the man several times in the chest and abdomen.

As an experienced detective, his skills were much better than those of the average copper button on duty, and he came well prepared.

After killing two people in a row, the people outside had already brought in the barrel of explosives, placed it in the corner of the wall, and then pulled the string to walk out.

Green took out his pistol and held his pocket watch in one hand, while staring nervously at the stairs and the corridors on both sides.

With one minute left before the agreed time, Green breathed a sigh of relief.

However, at this moment, a sound of footsteps came from the stairs, which made Green's heart rise again.

Coming down the stairs, you can just see behind the duty desk.

Fortunately, there is not much time left.

Green took a deep breath and pointed the muzzle of his gun at the stairs.

As soon as a man in gentleman's suit appeared at the corner, Green pulled the trigger.

boom!
Gunshots rang out in the Lower East Side Police Station late at night. The police officer who was still interrogating the suspect upstairs was stunned for a moment, then rushed out with a gun in hand.

"No more waiting, light the fire!" Green stepped out of the investigation bureau with a gun in his hand and gave urgent orders.

Seeing the fuse being lit and burning rapidly, Green had already retreated out of the door and fired two shots at the stairs, forcing back the police officers who wanted to rush down. Then he quickly stepped back.

boom!
With a loud bang, a ball of fire exploded throughout the Lower East Side police station.

Ten seconds later, there was a second loud bang, and then a third and a fourth.

The entire Lower East Side precinct was reduced to rubble.

"Let's go!" Green didn't even bother to go forward to check. At this time, the place was already a ruin and people needed to be dug out. He couldn't check the situation at all.

The group abandoned the carriage and rode away quickly on horseback, leaving New York directly.

……

The director of the New York Bureau of Investigation was woken up in the middle of the night. When he heard that the Lower East Side branch had been bombed into ruins, his scalp went numb and he asked loudly with a sullen face:

"How could this happen? Who did it?"

"Is there anyone still alive?"

"It's unclear at this point, everyone is buried underneath."

"This incident is very likely related to the killer we caught earlier...his accomplices are here to silence us!"

"Rescue the people down there first... No matter what, we must find out their identities and then catch them!" the director of the New York Bureau of Investigation said gritting his teeth.

After a day of digging, the Lower East Side police station was finally cleared.

The sheriff in charge of the scene frowned as he looked at a body that had been dug out.

The gunman was finally caught, but he was killed before he could reveal anything.

Not only that, but even the Lower East Side precinct was gone, and there were heavy casualties.

You have to know that the director of the Investigation Bureau had just held a press conference to announce the case and vowed that the murderer would definitely be caught, and less than two days had passed.

The entire New York Bureau of Investigation has lost face.

"Announce to the outside world that the gunman is not dead and has survived by chance." The sheriff said to his men.

Now we can only try to lure the murderers out again.

But at this time, Green had already left New York with his men.

Over the next few days, there was no further news, which brought the New York Bureau of Investigation's investigation to a standstill. The entire bureau, from top to bottom, looked unhappy.

It wasn't until the fifth day that several people came to the New York Bureau of Investigation.

"I know who did it in the case of Mr. George Jones!" A young man in his thirties, sitting in the sheriff's office of the New York Bureau of Investigation, said with certainty.

"William Pinkerton?" The sheriff asked, holding the other party's business card:
"Who is Allen Pinkerton to you?"

"It's my father!" William Pinkerton smiled somewhat reservedly.

After confirming the other party's identity, the sheriff asked, "Who is the murderer?"

"This man!" William Pinkerton took out a newspaper from his bag and put it on the table.

One of the news items is "The Chinese Mayor of San Francisco"

"The New York Times has reported on vicious cases involving him many times. I have dealt with him and know that this person acts cruelly and unscrupulously. He will definitely take revenge!"

"Assassination is a method he often uses!"

"But you can't be sure that he did it. The New York Times publishes news from all over the place every day. There are many people who are motivated to take revenge!" The sheriff said without comment.

And although this is a direction, the other party is from San Francisco, and it is impossible for the New York Bureau of Investigation to go to San Francisco to investigate.

"I'm sure he did it!" William Pinkerton put his hand on the newspaper.

Although he had no evidence, his intuition told him that this was what he did.

"You can report this matter to the Ministry of Justice!"

This was William Pinkerton's intention.

……

"Wow, so lively? The Investigation Bureau was bombed? It is said that if there is Yu, there must be Liang. The public security in New York and San Francisco are on par with each other, they are the Crouching Dragon and the Phoenix!" Chen Zhengwei held the telegram in his hand and sighed.

I thought the security in San Francisco was not very good, as people say the West is chaotic.

There were gangs everywhere, and even the common people in the West would often shoot at each other with guns over a disagreement.

I didn't expect it to be like this in New York.

Perhaps this is the characteristic of the times!
"Tsk tsk, what a pity, Vincent is a pretty good guy!" Chen Zhengwei sighed again, after all, he is a nostalgic person.

And Vincent is a good person at his job. He handled the last incident with the Italians very cleanly.

I didn't expect that he would die in New York.

But in this way, no outsiders would know about the Italians' affairs.

Which is a good thing.

After all, Chen Zhengwei has a good relationship with the Italians now, and the existence of such people is obviously a hidden danger that affects the close cooperation between the two sides.

I stood up and walked to the window and looked out, where I saw several workers installing telephone lines.

21 telephones were installed in clubs, homes, casinos in Chinatown, clubs, the coffee shop in front of the Bureau of Investigation, and docks and ports, covering most of San Francisco.

This way he can find someone as quickly as possible when he needs them.

After watching for a while, Chen Zhengwei picked up his clothes and went downstairs to pick up Anna.

At this time, Situ Xianyi was on the first floor, staring blankly at the busy workers outside. He heard that these people were here to install a telephone.

Although he had never seen a telephone, he heard that with this thing, he could contact anyone at any time and talk face to face.

In other words, he won't be needed here soon.

This made him a little worried.

After all, this job only requires me to be here every night, it is not hard, and the income is good, twenty dollars a month.

And it doesn't affect my schooling.

What would he do if he had a phone?
While I was daydreaming, I saw Chen Zhengwei coming down from upstairs with a few of his men.

"Mr. Chen!" Situ Xianyi quickly stood up, pushed open the door of the club, and stood outside the door.

Ever since Chen Zhengwei was assassinated last time, every time Chen Zhengwei went out, he would stand in this position, just enough to block the bullets from that direction last time.

However, after such a long time, Chen Zhengwei had no reaction, which made him somewhat discouraged.

But today is a little different.

Chen Zhengwei walked out the door and was about to get on the carriage. When he saw the workers pulling the telephone wires, he suddenly thought of something and turned to Situ Xianyi and said, "You don't have to stay here anymore."

"Yes, Mr. Chen!" Although Situ Xianyi wanted to calm himself down, he couldn't hide the disappointment on his face and his voice was very low.

After all, he is still a child.

"Go find Ah Cheng and learn how to keep accounts from now on!"

Situ Xianyi suddenly felt as if he had returned to heaven from hell.

The whole person was stunned at first, and then became ecstatic: "Thank you, Mr. Chen! Thank you, Mr. Chen!"

　Starting today, there will be only one update for the time being.

　　When I saw they said I would be discharged from the hospital in three days, I thought I would be able to sit in front of the computer and write in three days.

　　I learned about it today, and it seems to be different from what I thought.

　　When will I resume posting twice a day? We’ll see how fast he recovers after the surgery.

　　Hope to recover faster.

　　It was my first time having surgery, and I was a little scared.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)