The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 328 Speaking is about evidence

Under the dim light of gas lamps on the roadside, accompanied by gunshots, several investigation bureau officers were shot in the head and body and fell off their horses.

In the carriage ahead, Isaac G. Jones was startled and opened the window to look out, but the coachman reacted faster than him and was about to drive the carriage away.

However, the car behind did not slow down at all. After catching up with the carriage, it shot the coachman in the head.

Then several people jumped off the carriage, rushed over to stop it, pulled open the door and dragged Isaac G. Jones down.

"Help!" Isaac G. Jones was terrified and shouted loudly.

"Wow, why are you so scared?" Aaron walked over jokingly with a cigarette in his mouth and grabbed Isaac G. Jones' hair so that he could see him clearly.

"Weren't you quite impressive and courageous just now? You dared to kick Brother Wei out of the hotel... Tsk tsk, even the mayor of San Francisco wouldn't dare to say that!"

"If Brother Wei hadn't stopped me, I would have beaten you to death on the spot!" Aaron punched Isaac G. Jones in the stomach.

"take away!"

"What should we do with those?" A Pole looked at the corpses on the ground behind him. After all, this is not San Francisco!
"Load them all onto the carriage and sink them into the lake!" Aaron said nonchalantly.

He knew in his heart that even if the bodies were taken away, the missing policemen and the bloodstains on the ground would definitely attract the investigation bureau.

And the Investigation Bureau’s first target is Chen Zhengwei.

But Brother Wei doesn’t care, so what is he afraid of?
Downtown Chicago is located on the western shore of Lake Michigan.

Late at night, by the lake, a carriage stopped at the shore and Chen Zhengwei jumped off.

"What about people?"

Aaron had Isaac G. Jones dragged over. At this time, Isaac G. Jones had a bruised face and looked panicked and frightened.

He didn't expect these people to be so bold.

On his first day in Chicago, he tied me up after a conflict with me and even dared to kill people from the FBI.

"What are you going to do? If you kill someone from the FBI, the FBI will definitely find you!" Isaac G. Jones said in panic.

"Investigation Bureau? Do they have evidence? In the United States, evidence is required, especially for rich people like me!" Chen Zhengwei sneered.

"If they don't want to talk about the evidence, then turn the table over!"

He has people and guns. If the FBI dares to arrest him without evidence, then just wait for him to overturn the table and everyone will be out of luck.

"But you, you even dare to chase me away, are you so bold?" Chen Zhengwei sneered, stretched out his hand to take a baseball bat from the henchman, swung it and hit the other person in the face.

"and many more……"

Isaac G. Jones didn't finish his sentence before he was knocked over, spitting out a mouthful of blood and a mouthful of teeth, his mind went blank.

"There's no one in the whole of San Francisco who's braver than you! Do you know why?" Chen Zhengwei hit him on the arm with another stick, and Isaac G. Jones' arm immediately made a breaking sound.

Only then did Isaac G. Jones scream, and crawled forward on the ground, trying to escape from the man behind him.

"Because those who are so brave are all dead!" Chen Zhengwei broke his leg with another stick.

Isaac G. Jones rolled on the ground in pain, his mind blank except for fear and regret.

"Do you remember what I just told you? If you don't sell it, there are plenty of people who will sell it! If you die, your wife and son will have to be sold to me! If they refuse to sell it, they will die, and naturally there will be others who will sell it!" Chen Zhengwei said with a grim smile on his face as he hit it with a baseball bat.

After a dozen blows, Isaac G. Jones was no longer in human form.

"Bah! Damn it, you dare to chase me away?" Chen Zhengwei spat at the human-shaped body on the ground.

Throw the stick to the horseman.

“Tie stones to it and sink it into the lake!” Downtown Chicago is so close to the lake, it would be a shame not to throw something into it.

A moment later, Chen Zhengwei left in a carriage and returned to the hotel.

……

More than an hour later, a sheriff looked at the bloodstains on the ground, his face ashen.

"Have you found the person?"

"The horse is nearby, but the people are gone. Besides, Mr. Jones hasn't returned home..." said a police officer nearby.

"It must have been done by those people!" An image of a tall Chinese young man flashed through the sheriff's mind.

It must be him.

A surge of anger welled up in his heart. These people were too brutal and unscrupulous.

"How to do?"

"Send some people to search the surrounding area, and send some more people to the lake to see if there are any traces!" the sheriff said quickly.

Those people had just arrived in Chicago, and the best place around to dump the body was by the lake.

……

Pinkerton Detective Agency.

"I didn't expect he was so bold as to come to Chicago!" Robert Pinkerton sneered as he looked at the portrait hanging on the wall.

The other party is in San Francisco and I can't do anything to him.

But it's different in Chicago.

Although he brought hundreds of his men here, this was not his territory after all.

Although a few hundred people are a lot, they are still not as many as the Chicago Bureau of Investigation.

Moreover, he was as unscrupulous as the rumors said. As soon as he arrived in Chicago, he had a conflict with the owner of the Tremont Hotel.

You should know that the Tremont Hotel is where Chicago celebrities and politicians stay and hold banquets and socialize. Isaac G. Jones has a wide network of contacts and is friends with many politicians.

It’s not even limited to Chicago.

"Something happened. Isaac G. Jones is missing. The person sent by the FBI to escort him home is also missing. There is blood at the scene, and someone heard gunshots!" A man pushed the door open and said quickly.

Chicago is, after all, the headquarters of the Pinkerton Detective Agency.

The Pinkerton Detective Agency has a good relationship with the FBI and they have their spies in the FBI.

"That Chinese man is so bold? Does he think this is San Francisco?" The man asked in a tone of disbelief. "If God wants to destroy a person, he must first make him crazy!" Robert Pinkerton sneered.

At this moment, William Pinkerton also hurried in: "That Chinese man came to Chicago?"

"We must catch him and hang him!" William Pinkerton's eyes were filled with deep hatred.

Being framed, imprisoned for almost a month, and then driven out of San Francisco was the greatest humiliation for him.

Only blood can cleanse it.

So when he learned that Chen Zhengwei had arrived in Chicago, he immediately took the train back.

"I will visit the director of the Bureau of Investigation tomorrow!" said Robert Pinkerton.

……

Early in the morning, Brian had just gotten up and was having breakfast when he learned a piece of news.

Isaac G. Jones, owner of the Tremont Hotel, had a conflict with a Chinese yesterday and disappeared when he was returning home in the evening.

And several FBI agents who were escorting him also disappeared.

Hearing the news, Brian's hands shook and his heart beat wildly.

If I remember correctly, Chen Zhengwei lives in the Tremont Hotel, and I asked him about Isaac G. Jones yesterday.

Although he knew some news about Chen Zhengwei...he had just arrived in Chicago.

It’s only the first day in Chicago!
This guy is absolutely crazy!
……

In the morning, Chen Zhengwei got up from the hotel and felt refreshed.

Sure enough, not having a woman around is good for your health.

I stood at the window and smoked a cigarette, then opened the window and saw the police blocking the way below.

Needless to say, the thugs downstairs were confronting the people from the Investigation Bureau again.

This is the advantage of bringing a lot of people. The people from the Investigation Bureau can’t get in even if they want to.

What can the FBI do with hundreds of gunmen carrying guns?
A fight in the city center?

Not to mention that they have no evidence, even if they had evidence they wouldn't dare to do so.

Chen Zhengwei finished his cigarette leisurely before going downstairs. When he reached the first floor, he saw two parties confronting each other. One of the parties was the police chief from yesterday.

"Why is it so lively?"

Chen Zhengwei walked up to the police chief, stared at him and said, "I already gave you face yesterday... Are you targeting me?"

"I was staying in a hotel over there, and you brought people to cause trouble... I came here, and you came to cause trouble again... Do you think I'm easy to bully?"

Then his eyes turned a little cold: "Do you still think I have a good temper?"

"I'm not looking for trouble with you... China Chen, you know what happened!" said the sheriff, taking a deep breath.

He already knew who was in front of him.

After all, China Chen from San Francisco was featured in the New York Times.

In the United States, the only country that is so ostentatious and bold is China's Chen.

According to the telegram from San Francisco, Chen Zhengwei is a law-abiding American businessman with a high social influence.

But the information given to him by the Pinkerton Detective Agency was stained with blood in the hands of the Chinese man in front of him.

Many recent serious cases involving the deaths of celebrities and wealthy people are related to him.

"What are you talking about? I hate the Riddler the most!" said Chen Zhengwei.

"Where is Mr. Isaac G. Jones? And the missing police officers!" said the sheriff with a bad look.

"Are you from the Investigation Bureau, or am I?" Chen Zhengwei sneered, then raised his eyebrows: "That Jones is missing? This is good news... But you suspect me? Everyone in the hotel yesterday can prove that I have never left the hotel!"

"Is that so?" Chen Zhengwei turned his head and looked to the side.

"Yes, we can prove that the boss returned to the hotel yesterday and has not left!" The entire hotel lobby was filled with young men in gentlemen's suits, each of them looking at the people from the Investigation Bureau with a joking look.

"But what I didn't expect was that Chicago was such a mess! How did you become the sheriff? Do you eat more than others?"

"I know you did it!" the sheriff said angrily.

"This is blatant slander!" Chen Zhengwei sneered, "You are the sheriff, you have to provide evidence when you speak!"

Then he stretched out his finger and poked the other person: "You stopped me once yesterday, and you stopped me again today... This is the last time!"

Then he asked maliciously, "Do you have any family?"

"God will bless them!" Chen Zhengwei said and left with a big laugh.

The sheriff's face turned livid, and he could barely suppress his anger.

……

"Have you contacted anyone from Pinkerton Detective Agency?" Chen Zhengwei sat down in the restaurant and called Green to ask.

"We've contacted two of them! Two of them have been transferred to other areas. But I don't think it's that simple. We asked them to blow up Clayton Jackson, and then they were transferred away... but Clayton Jackson was fine. They must have been captured!"

Green said.

At the Pinkerton Detective Agency headquarters in Chicago, the people he bribed were not three, but five.

But two of them have never moved.

One of them has now been promoted to a detective.

Chen Zhengwei nodded. "Have you got the situation here?"

"Allen Pinkerton has now withdrawn from most of the detective agency's affairs. The person in charge here is his eldest son, Robert Pinkerton... They have been collecting information about you, the boss..."

"You're still a thief!" Chen Zhengwei sneered.

(End of this chapter)