The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 317 I want to invest in your business and help you grow bigger and stronger

In the Sunset District, Scarface hurriedly walked into the alley, then leaned against the wall and waited for a moment. After making sure that no one was following him, he walked through the alley and came to another street.

Finally we entered a somewhat dirty courtyard.

This yard originally had an owner, a drunkard, but now there is no owner.

After knocking on the door, Scarface closed it and said quickly:
"Bob, the situation is not good. Our news in San Francisco has leaked and many people are looking for us."

"The local Chinese are also looking for us! They are more troublesome than those bounty hunters. We have to get out of here as soon as possible!"

Brother Bob is not a surname, but a person's name.

Bob Ryan, the one with the little mustache, is the most important figure in this gang.

The scarface is Harry Lane, Bob's brother.

"Damn it, they're all here for the $250 million, but we didn't steal that money at all!" cursed a gang member.

"It's all because of those damn newspapers! Even if we explain, they won't believe us. Instead, they will catch us first and try to pry open our mouths!" Bob Ryan said with a frown.

"Hide everything, take the money and gold, and we'll find a ship to leave here at night!" Bob Ryan made the decision quickly.

Although the stolen goods have not been sold yet.

Other than that, they had just over a thousand dollars on them, which they had looted from the entire train.

But there was no chance now to dispose of the stolen goods.

The Chinese have too much influence in San Francisco.

They can't hide here for long, they will be found.

Bob Ryan subconsciously walked to the window and looked outside. Then his eyes fixed and his expression became extremely ugly.

I saw a dozen Chinese people in gentlemen's suits and soft hats standing on the street outside the yard.

"You're being followed!" Bob Ryan cursed, turned around and rushed to the table, grabbed the gun and rushed to the back window, trying to escape through the back window.

However, when he rushed to the window at the back, he saw six or seven Chinese youths standing outside the yard, and each of them had a gun in his hand.

"There are people in front and behind us, so we have to fight!" There was a ruthless look in Bob Ryan's eyes.

It was impossible to get him to surrender.

Whether he falls into the hands of the investigation bureau or the gang, he will die.

Several people immediately hid in the corner, holding their guns tightly in their hands, ready to fight back at any time.

The door was kicked open.

"You can come out now, our boss wants to talk to you!" A young man leaned against the wall with a gun in his hand and shouted into the room. He was not going to rush in stupidly.

These gang members will definitely fight to the death.

By then, bullets won’t have eyes.

"Who is your boss?" Bob Ryan secretly peeked at the door, but there was no one outside and the other party had also hidden.

He asked loudly while thinking rapidly about how to escape.

After all, there are only twenty or so people outside, so they have a chance.

Bob Lane is very confident in his shooting skills.

"Once you see it, you will know it naturally!"

"We didn't steal that $2.5 million!" Scarface shouted loudly.

"It doesn't matter whether you stole it or not. Our boss wants to see you! If you come out now, it will be a good thing for everyone!"

"Okay, then put your guns away and get out of the way!" Bob Ryan shouted. He didn't think the other party would be so stupid, but what if?
"You can't escape! I'll give you one minute to think about it, otherwise I'll throw dynamite in!" The young man waved outside, and someone immediately took out a tube of dynamite, and the young man pulled one out directly.

It was normal for these core employees of the security company to carry submachine guns and explosives when they went out, and they were all stuffed in the compartment under the carriage seat.

When Bob Ryan heard his words, his face changed, and then he kept silent. He didn't know whether these Chinese dared to drop explosives in San Francisco.

But facts soon proved that these Chinese really dared.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1... It seems that you really don't plan to come out?" After the countdown ended, the young man directly signaled the young man next to him to light a match, then he put the fuse close to it, lit it, and threw it into the room.

"FUCK, dynamite!" When Bob Ryan and the others saw the dynamite tube thrown in through the door with sparks on it, their faces changed and they huddled in the corner, holding their heads.

boom!
All the windows in the house were broken, and dust and broken wooden floors were blown out of the door.

"It's one this time, and five next time..." The young man, leaning against the door with a revolver in his hand, said calmly.

If five tubes of dynamite were thrown in, this wooden house would be razed to the ground.

Of course he wouldn't do that, after all, Chen Zhengwei said he wanted to survive.

But Bob Ryan and others didn't know that.

Bob Ryan shook his head. His head and face were covered with dust, and his ears were ringing.

After hearing the countdown outside, he shouted: "We have hostages! The owner of this house is still here!"

"Are you fucking mistaken? You have hostages... What does that have to do with us? I'm not from the Investigation Bureau!" the young man outside the door mocked.

He wondered if the people inside were stunned by the explosion.

Bob Ryan's face turned pale and he cursed inwardly. The people outside didn't come in at all and didn't care about anything, so there was nothing he could do.

"Don't throw the explosives, let's get out!"

"Throw the gun out and walk out with your hands up!"

After a moment, Bob and his men threw their guns to the ground and walked out with their hands raised.

As soon as he came out, he was hit on the head with a stick, and then pressed to the ground to search for any weapons on him. Sure enough, a gun was found on Scarface.

"Fuck, he even hid a fucking one! You think I'm easy to fool, right?" The young man kicked Scarface directly.

"You're lucky the boss wants to see you. Otherwise I'd fucking beat you to death right now!"

"take away!"

After a while, several carriages left. When passing the street corner, a young man signaled the carriage to slow down, then leaned over and said to the copper button outside: "Officer, there was an explosion over there just now. There should be no danger now..."

"Help me clean up!"

"We will!" The two policemen nodded with a smile. Now all the copper buttons and agents of the San Francisco Investigation Bureau are receiving money from Chen Zhengwei.

And it is several times their salary.

Their monthly salary is only about 42 US dollars, but they can get at least 120 US dollars from Chen Zhengwei, and some copper buttons in good locations can get 160 US dollars.

For example, places like Chinatown and the port area.

The two sides exchanged a few words, and several carriages drove away.

The two copper buttons at the corner of the street looked at each other, shrugged, and walked slowly towards the direction of the explosion.

In fact, they heard the explosion when it happened.

But they are police officers to earn a salary, not to risk their lives.

Bob and his brothers were sent directly to a casino in Chinatown, surrounded by eager Chinese youths. "We really didn't steal the money... There was another group of people at the time..." Bob Ryan tried to explain to the people around him.

Seeing that no one paid attention to them, Bob Ryan could only wait helplessly for the boss of these people to come over.

There is only one Chinese boss in San Francisco, and his name is China Chen.

Even gangs like them who operate in California have heard of it.

After more than half an hour, the thugs at the door moved away one after another.

"Brother Wei is here!"

"Weige!"

Bob and his brothers turned around and saw a tall Chinese young man walking in. He was wearing a red shirt, a blue vest and trousers.

He also wore a pair of black glasses on his face.

Behind him followed a teenager and a few young Chinese people.

After Chen Zhengwei came in, he took off his sunglasses and put them on the gambling table, then sat directly on the chair and looked Brother Bob up and down.

"You are Mr. Chen, right? We have explained many times just now that we did not rob the money. There was another group of people at that time..."

"There are dozens of security guards in the bank. It's impossible for a few of us to steal the money." Bob Ryan tried to explain. He hoped that the Chinese man in front of him would be smarter... and know that he was being wronged.

"It doesn't matter!" Chen Zhengwei waved his hand casually.

Bob Ryan and several others were stunned. They didn't expect Chen Zhengwei to react like this.

"I'm not short of money. I called you here for another matter!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

Bob and his brothers looked at each other and felt even more confused.

If this San Francisco gang boss wasn't looking for me and others for money, then what was it for?
But I felt relieved.

It looks like the situation won't be too bad.

As long as the other party is not after money, everything is fine.

"What's the matter?" Bob Ryan asked.

"I am very optimistic about your business. You are famous and I am capable. I have decided to invest and help you make your business bigger and stronger!" Chen Zhengwei took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and said with a smile.

"Career?" Bob Ryan asked tentatively. He almost thought he had heard it wrong.

"Yes, career!" Chen Zhengwei confirmed his idea.

"robbery?"

"That's right, robbery! Of course, you are the ones who are robbing, I am just a venture capitalist. But I can provide you with a safe enough place for you to rest!"

"Your job is not easy. You have to sleep outdoors every day. Not only are you caught by the Bureau and bounty hunters, but you also have no place to enjoy the money you earn! Unless you like the kind of village woman who doesn't take a bath for a year, smells bad, and has a mouthful of yellow teeth..."

As Chen Zhengwei spoke, he began to feel sick.

"With me helping you, things will be different. You can eat, drink and have fun in San Francisco, sell stolen goods in San Francisco, and no one here will touch you!"

"In addition, I can also provide you with people, guns, and supplies..."

"So what do you want?" Bob Ryan asked calmly. He knew things were not that simple.

Although he thought he had done a good job, he knew in his heart that people like Chen Zhengwei would not care about the money they robbed.

With Chen Zhengwei's influence in San Francisco, there are many ways to rob openly without breaking the law.

"Go and rob some of the people I want you to rob." Chen Zhengwei smiled. This was one aspect, but the most important thing was that if they caused trouble, they could attract the attention of the Ministry of Justice.

"Do we have a choice?"

"Of course, I have always been fair. Die or accept my investment!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

"That sounds fair indeed. We agree!" Bob Ryan agreed decisively.

At least agreeing to this Chinese person first can ease their pressure, and then we can think of other solutions.

"Very good! But I have a suggestion for you. It's best not to have any ulterior motives."

"All you want is money and women. You can have as many of these as you want. I will even give you a chance to retire in a few years. For example, you can become a plantation owner in South America. As long as you are smart, you can spend the rest of your life in peace."

"If you have any other ideas... believe me, you will regret it!" Chen Zhengwei stared at them.

Soon, Chen Zhengwei's first investment arrived.

When they left Chinatown, there were dozens of people around them.

Half of these people were from Greater Poland, and the other half were Chinese.

If they dare to run, they will be beaten to pieces.

If they were caught, they would be beaten to pieces.

As long as they can follow Chen Zhengwei's requirements and work honestly, then everything will be just as Chen Zhengwei promised.

In San Francisco they can rest, sell stolen goods, eat, drink and have fun, and occasionally go out and make some money.

For example, Bank of California.

Chen Zhengwei has not forgotten that the Bank of California still owes him $8.

No one can owe him money!
Even the bank he has invested in is not allowed!

……

George Jones' family in New York.

George Jones finally died after being shot. The doctor searched his stomach for three days with his hands and tools without any protection and finally found the bullet.

It's hard to say which caused him more damage, the bullet or the subsequent rescue process.

Then George Jones got infected.

After a month of trying every possible means of treatment, George Jones finally couldn't hold on and died.

With the death of George Jones, the assassination of George Jones not only did not just pass, but its impact became increasingly greater.

After all, a newspaper tycoon was assassinated because of his newspaper reports, and not long ago, railroad tycoon Ransom Stanford and his entire family were killed at home.

In addition, there was the Nevada train robbery that had just happened, in which a banker, William Arlette, died.

Together with the gang shooting in San Francisco previously reported by the New York Times, dozens of people were killed and injured.

Not only did newspapers across the country report on the incident, but some wealthy people also spoke out.

Under such circumstances, the US Department of Justice finally ordered all states to crack down on crime and improve public security in all regions.

Although the Ministry of Justice does not have much influence, people from all over the country continue to speak out, and the public voice is very strong. City governments can no longer withstand the pressure and have begun to crack down on crime.

This was the first nationwide crackdown on crime in the United States.

The first to be hit were the gangs in various places. Many gang members were arrested at one time, and the various businesses of the gangs were greatly affected.

This wave of voice also affected San Francisco.

(End of this chapter)