The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 333 Goodbye, Pinkerton
As the gunshots in the manor disappeared, Green pushed open the wooden door in front of him that was full of bullet holes.

The bullet left an irregular gap in the middle of the wooden door, larger than a fist.

Allen Pinkerton fell to the ground, the rifle in his hand fell to the side, his eyes staring blankly at the roof, and there was no life left in his body.

There were more than a dozen bullet holes on his body and half of his face was missing, making him look more hideous than a ghost.

Green looked down at Allen Pinkerton, then took out a white handkerchief from his jacket pocket, let go of his hand, and the handkerchief fell on Allen Pinkerton's face.

"Bye, Pinkerton!"

Green had some complicated feelings. For a long time, Allen Pinkerton was his idol.

After all, he is the founder of the earliest detective agency in the United States.

His life can be said to be a legend.

Allen Pinkerton captured countless criminals and gangsters in his lifetime, leaving his mark in American history.

But unfortunately, they picked the wrong person this time.

"Instructor!" A subordinate handed Green a few pieces of paper, which contained Chen Zhengwei's information and a portrait of Chen Zhengwei.

That's why the henchman noticed the stack of information in the living room on the first floor.

"Kill everyone, leaving no one alive! Check again to see if there is anything left behind, just do as I taught you before!" Green said to the person behind him.

Ten minutes later, the group left the Pinkerton family's villa and disappeared into the night.

At the same time, in a single-family house in South Chicago, this is the residence of David Brown, the head of the external relations department of the Pinkerton Detective Agency.

After a young man kicked open the door, David Brown opened his eyes in the darkness. Just as he was about to get up, gunshots were heard in the darkness.

The young man pulled the trigger expressionlessly, and the muzzle flash illuminated David Brown's face full of astonishment.

After several gunshots, David Brown was shot dead in bed.

A woman was just awakened from her sleep and was interrupted by gunshots before she could even utter a scream.

After a while, David Brown's house returned to silence again.

……

Although it is almost late at night at the Pinkerton Detective Agency headquarters, the lights are still on.

There's a big operation going on today, and it's Pinkerton's biggest operation in Chicago.

Most of the detectives and reserve detectives in Chicago were involved in this operation.

The remaining detectives and reserve detectives, as well as a large number of logistical and clerical staff, were still waiting for news at the Pinkerton Detective Agency's headquarters.

In the darkness, the sound of horse hooves and wheels crushing stones rang out on the street.

And it sounds like a lot.

"You're back!" The staff who stayed behind at the detective agency headquarters immediately walked to the window and looked out, with a smile on their faces.

Although they don’t know what the specific actions are today, they will find out when those people come back.

An operation involving so many detectives and prospective detectives must have been a major event that would shock the entire Chicago.

But soon, someone discovered that the carriage that returned was not theirs.

A dozen carriages were parked outside the detective agency, and in the dark some people were approaching the agency.

As the door of the carriage opened, the people in the carriage got off with submachine guns in hand, and then they held the submachine guns horizontally and fired at the door of the Pinkerton Detective Agency and all the windows!

Dozens of tongues of fire swept out outside the Pinkerton Detective Agency, and the sweeping bullets instantly covered the Pinkerton Detective Agency.

Broken glass, flying gravel and wood chips.

Many people were swept by the torrent of bullets before they could react, blood mist exploded all over their bodies, and then they fell down trembling.

Dapolan sat in the carriage, smoking a cigar and watching everything happening outside with cold eyes.

Ten seconds later, the gunfire stopped and all the men began to change magazines.

The survivors in the detective agency hid behind walls and tables, all of them covered in dust and looking at the bullet holes on the walls with horror on their faces.

What is going on? What happened? Who are those people outside?

Someone cautiously peeked out of the window, and all he saw were those people holding guns.

Then gunshots rang out again.

The sound of gunfire was like a rainstorm, instantly covering the Pinkerton Detective Agency.

A large number of bullet holes appeared out of nowhere on the wall. All the survivors hid behind the table with their heads in their hands in fear. Several ladies burst into tears as they looked at the holes that kept appearing on the wall and the corpses around them.

The entire Pinkerton Detective Agency was covered with dust at this time, and it was almost impossible to see people.

Dapolon in the carriage rang the carriage bell.

Some of the thugs outside walked to the gate of the Pinkerton Detective Agency headquarters with guns and fired inside. The tables and wooden boards inside were broken by bullets.

From time to time, people hiding behind tables fell to the ground.

Several logistics personnel could not bear the fear in their hearts and stood up to run upstairs, but they were knocked down by bullets before they reached the stairs.

The flying bullets and the smell of gunpowder gave everyone an adrenaline rush.

One of the thugs felt that the bullet holes on the wall were not neat enough, and his obsessive-compulsive disorder kicked in. He suddenly concentrated on shooting at the wall, leaving two horizontal lines on it.

It was not until he was kicked that he looked away angrily.

Soon, after changing the magazines, these people confirmed that there were no survivors on the first floor and went up the stairs to the second floor. However, as soon as they reached the stairs, they heard gunshots from the second floor.

"Stop them, we're done if they get up to us! Take out your guns!" A detective hiding on the second floor growled while shooting.

"Just hold them off for a while, and our people will be back!"

"Your people won't be able to come back!" A young man hiding in the corner of the stairs shouted after hearing the sound.

"They are all dead!"

"That's impossible!!" someone on the second floor yelled angrily.

“You even dare to touch our boss, you bastards are looking for death!” The young man sneered, then stretched the gun around the corner and fired at it without even looking.

The flying bullets scared the people on the second floor so much that they quickly lowered their heads.

"What kind of gun is this? It's devilish!" a detective cursed angrily.

A detective not far from him had a gloomy expression on his face.

He knew who was down there.

That outfit, that iconic bonnet…

The detective's eyes flickered a few times, and when the detective next to him was shooting, he suddenly pointed the gun at the other person, then shot, and then shot at another detective.

"Sibul? What are you doing?" The remaining three people on the second floor had their eyes wide open and incredible expressions on their faces, and they all pointed their guns at Sibul.

"You traitor!"

At this time, Sibul had already hidden aside.

Hearing the internal quarrel upstairs, several people at the corner bent down and went upstairs with guns, then pointed the guns at the office on the second floor and swept across.

"We're one of us! My boss is the same as yours. I was sent here by Green!" Sibul shouted loudly while hiding in the corner, and the corner shook violently.

"Sent by Green?" Several thugs pointed guns at him.

Sibul wisely put away the gun.

"How many people are there upstairs?" a thug asked, looking at the stairs.

"There are also a few civilian staff...but they also carry guns! Almost all the core personnel are here, and there are some peripheral personnel who are not in the detective agency now." Sibul whispered.

Soon, gunshots were heard again on the third floor.

When the gunfire stopped, Sibul was brought before Greater Poland.

Great Poland was still sitting in the carriage, looking at Sibul through the window, thinking that this bastard was so lucky to be able to survive like this.

“Take it back first!”…

Chen Zhengwei and others returned to the manor again.

When Gordon described the situation at the scene, everyone exclaimed, with a look of shock on their faces.

"How could this happen?"

"too frightening!"

"What about the murderers? Are they still around?"

The wealthy people in the manor originally just thought that this was a good topic of conversation to add a little fun to their boring lives.

However, they became nervous only after they learned the details of the situation and found out that many people had died.

I was afraid that the bandits would rush into the manor.

Even Mayor Thompson looked at Chen Zhengwei in shock, and then sweat began to appear on his forehead!
"Mr. Chen from San Francisco and Mr. Gordon, do you think those gangsters are still around?" someone asked.

"Everyone doesn't need to worry too much. When we rushed there, the criminals had already run away!" Chen Zhengwei picked up a glass of wine from the side and said with a smile.

And Gordon nodded.

Many people noticed that Gordon seemed to be worried after he came back this time.

And he no longer likes to show off his bravery like before, but has become quite silent.

But everyone just thought that he was shocked by the bloody scene.

Chen Zhengwei, who went with him, was not affected at all and was even able to chat and laugh with others.

This Chinaman is even braver than that war hero.

As for Eberst, he has returned to the Investigation Bureau and arranged for police officers to handle the situation on the scene.

However, just as he gathered his men, he learned that a fierce gunfight had broken out in the Pinkerton Detective Agency, and after the gunfight, there was dead silence in the detective agency.

This made his heart beat wildly and his face turned pale without a trace of blood.

Even while sitting there, sweat kept pouring out of my head, and when I stood up, I almost knocked over the flower pot on the windowsill.

"Shit, Pinkerton Detective Agency is all shit!" Eberst began to resent the Pinkerton Detective Agency, wondering why they had to provoke that Chinese guy.

If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have sent anyone.

And from the information he got, the Chinese guy had a strong desire for revenge.

I have to talk to him myself!
After sending people to the massacre scene, he personally led people to the Pinkerton Detective Agency.

When we arrived, we saw that the surface of the Pinkerton Detective Agency building was covered with bullet holes and broken bricks, and the windows were not intact.

"Have we reached the battlefield?" One of his sheriffs was shocked when he saw this scene.

Then a group of people carefully entered the Pinkerton Detective Agency and found that the situation inside was even more tragic. There were broken tables and chairs and broken wood everywhere, and corpses lying all over the ground.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder.

Several young police officers couldn't stand the pungent smell of blood and almost vomited.

"What exactly happened here? Are there thousands of people opening fire here?" an agent whispered.

Half an hour later, they checked the Pinkerton Detective Agency inside and out and made sure that there were no survivors.

The murderer's methods were so cruel that they were shocking.

However, three things caught the sheriff's attention. One was that there was a portrait of a person nailed on the wall of the conference room, and there were some documents scattered on the table.

Another thing is that the murderer left a mark at the scene.

Two lines were left on the wall with bullet holes.

Obviously, this was done intentionally as a sign.

Could it be that someone was bored and used a bullet to shoot two lines on the wall?

The third thing was that there was a small cell in the basement of the Pinkerton Detective Agency, with two people imprisoned in it.

"Chief, what's wrong with you?" A police officer saw Eberst wiping his sweat and showed concern.

But he was glared at by Eberst.

……

It was late at night before Chen Zhengwei returned to the hotel.

"nailed it?"

"It's all solved. Allen Pinkerton and David Brown are both dead!"

"The Pinkerton Detective Agency headquarters has also been taken care of! But I also brought back one person!" Big Poland said on the side.

After a moment, Chen Zhengwei looked at Sibul in front of him with an expressionless face.

"So, why didn't I know about the actions of so many people against me?"

"It was already evening when I got the news, and everyone was staring at each other, so I had no chance to spread the news!" Sibul lowered his head.

Chen Zhengwei took out a cigarette, lit it, took a few puffs and said, "Hundreds of people attacked me, and you tell me there is no chance to spread the news?"

"Why do I feel like you don't want to spread the news at all? Do you think that if I die, everything will be over?"

"Mr. Chen, I really didn't have the chance to spread the news!" Sibul's face changed and he quickly explained.

In fact, Sibel did have this idea at the time. Although Green knew his situation, he did not do anything to harm the detective agency.

Even if I am found out later, I will have a way to defend myself.

So he decided to wait and see.

Join whichever side wins!
"Hundreds of people surrounded me, and I was fucking scared! If this kind of news can't get out, what's the use of me having you?" Chen Zhengwei sneered.

"I'm very sorry……"

Chen Zhengwei pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray and said to A Long, "Get rid of him!"

Sibul's expression suddenly changed.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen, let me go!"

"Hundreds of people... If I let you go, who the hell will let me go?" Chen Zhengwei glanced at him and then looked at Green.

Aaron pulled out a knife from his waist and walked towards Sibul.

Sibul suddenly turned around and ran away, but before he had run far he was kicked down by someone.

Aaron rushed over and stabbed him in the back.

"Green, what do you say?" Chen Zhengwei looked at Green.

"He's really unreliable!" Green said.

"Be more careful next time!" Chen Zhengwei did not blame Green too much. After all, the time was too short.

Green also had no chance to completely control these people.

Besides, these people are far away in Chicago, so it's normal for them to have their own little thoughts.

"Although all the people at the Pinkerton Detective Agency headquarters are dead, we can transfer people from other places."

"Let our people reorganize the Pinkerton Detective Agency!" Chen Zhengwei snapped his nails and said.

Some of the people Green bribed were sent to Pinkerton Detective Agency offices in other regions, where there were two detectives.

These people can be put to use now.

And after tonight, I believe others will be much more obedient.

This detective agency active across the United States will continue to exist in the future, but it will have a new owner.

(End of this chapter)