The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 347 Army Squad
Mrs. Jones is a woman in her thirties. Although ghost girls have a short shelf life, she still has charm, which made Chen Zhengwei take a second look at her.

Mrs. Jones also stared at Chen Zhengwei and memorized the face of this Chinese man.

Although it has not been confirmed, there are many rumors that it was the Chinese man in front of her who killed her husband.

And I had to sell the hotel to him.

An old man next to Mrs. Jones kicked her lightly, and she reluctantly lowered her head and signed her name on the contract.

After checking it, the lawyer handed the contract to Chen Zhengwei.

Chen Zhengwei looked at the contract in his hand and said casually, "I heard that you are leaving Chicago? The public security in Chicago is really not very good! If you want to leave, don't come back!"

Mrs. Jones's brows twitched a few times, but she suppressed them.

"It looks like there's nothing wrong!" Chen Zhengwei turned his head, and Aaron immediately put the two suitcases on the table.

Each box contained $150,000.

Mrs. Jones's father checked it and forced a smile: "The money is fine! The deal is done!"

"Of course no problem. The most important thing in doing business is to be trustworthy! Everyone in San Francisco knows that I am the most trustworthy person!" Chen Zhengwei sneered.

He has two banks.

It's just a few hundred thousand, he wouldn't do anything fishy.

"Then we'll say goodbye. From now on, the Tremont Hotel will belong to Mr. Chen!" Mrs. Jones's father pulled Mrs. Jones up.

Before leaving the room, Mrs. Jones took a deep breath, stopped, and turned to ask, "Don't you feel any guilt for doing such a cruel thing?"

"Although I don't know what you are talking about...but everything is God's will!" Chen Zhengwei took out the cross from his chest and kissed it lightly.

God is so useful.

You can blame him for anything that happens.

Chen Zhengwei decided to go to the church in Chicago and donate two thousand dollars.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, please don't mind her offense. You know she is in grief now..." Mrs. Jones's father quickly pulled her away.

"Of course, I am a very tolerant person. If I am angry, it must be because someone has gone too far!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

"I need a hotel manager..." Chen Zhengwei said to Gordon beside him.

Being a hotel manager is not something that just anyone can do, especially for a hotel where many of the guests are celebrities and politicians.

"Mr. Chen, what do you think of the manager of the hotel you are staying in now?" Gordon asked. Although the hotel belonged to his uncle, his uncle could find a new one.

"It's a candidate!" Chen Zhengwei thought for a while and said, in fact, he felt that Gordon was very suitable, but it was a bit insulting to let Gordon be the hotel manager.

"Talk to him! I remember the owner of that hotel is your uncle?"

"Yes, but I don't think he would have any objection!"

When Chen Zhengwei walked out of the meeting room, other shareholders of the hotel were waiting outside, but they were all small shareholders and had little influence.

He also saw the hotel manager, but the man was carrying his luggage. After taking a closer look at the hotel, he left with his luggage.

"Mr. Chen!"

"In the future, it will be the same as before. I will be in charge of the hotel and you will be responsible for collecting the dividends! Of course, if you have any good ideas, you can talk to me!" Chen Zhengwei smiled at several people.

Then he ordered:

"Call everyone over!"

Soon, all the hotel staff gathered together.

"You all should know that I will be the boss of this hotel from now on! For now, everything will follow the previous rules, and a new person in charge will come over later!"

"I am a fair person. You work for me and I pay you! If someone does not do a good job, there are only two possibilities. Either I paid you too little or I am not satisfied with me!"

"The former is impossible, so it can only be the latter!"

"I don't think I need to tell you what happens to people who are dissatisfied with me!"

"Finally, no resignation allowed within three months!"

"Just mind your own business!"

"Who is in charge of the guest rooms? Arrange some rooms for me!" Chen Zhengwei then called the housekeeping supervisor.

Now that you have your own hotel, you naturally don’t have to stay in other people’s hotels anymore.

"From now on, the top floor of the hotel will be reserved for me!"

"There's no need to disturb those who are still staying here. After they check out, don't arrange other guests in the rooms on the top floor!"

Chen Zhengwei has no plans to buy a house in Chicago for the time being, and the best hotel in Chicago, on the top floor, can also represent his status.

……

The Pinkerton Detective Agency headquarters in Chicago still looks like a ruin from the outside.

However, most of the room has been cleaned up, except for the bullet holes on the wall and some blood stains that cannot be wiped off, which always makes people feel that there is a bloody smell in the place.

After all, dozens of people died here not long ago.

At this time, in a conference room, more than a dozen people were sitting around a table. Most of them were detectives who had rushed over from other branches.

Of course, there were a few detectives from headquarters, but there were only three of them, and two of them were reserve detectives a week ago.

Outside the conference room, there were still 20 or 30 reserve detectives cleaning up the headquarters. "It seems that we are the only ones left! Of course, there are still some in the various branches!" a detective said in the conference room.

"Yes, we should be the only ones who came!" another person said, and they looked at each other. Everyone knew why only they came.

In fact, after receiving the news, the number of detectives coming to Chicago should be twice as much as it is now.

But some people disappeared, and in the end these were the only ones who could hold the meeting here.

And they have all seen Green.

"After what happened at the headquarters, all branches are now in a state of panic."

"Our first task is to rebuild the headquarters and contact each branch to ensure smooth communication!"

"In addition, we need to recruit some personnel to make up for the losses of the headquarters. On the one hand, we need to transfer detectives from other branches, and on the other hand, we need to convert some reserve detectives into regular detectives in advance, and recruit another batch of reserve detectives..."

"At the same time, the external relations department should be reorganized first and communicate with some institutional departments."

In the meeting room, the detectives started talking and discussing how to rebuild the Pinkerton Detective Agency.

But no one mentioned where the money came from, and no one mentioned revenge.

Even those who pretended to agree to Green kept their thoughts to themselves and looked for opportunities.

……

At the same time, at the Chicago train station, a group of people in gentlemen's suits carrying suitcases got off the train.

"This is Chicago? Lieutenant, can we play here for a few days?" A young man said excitedly as he looked at the bustling streets outside the train station.

"Let's finish our mission first, and then decide." The middle-aged man called lieutenant smiled and said.

This time their mission is to investigate a previous bloody incident in Chicago. This should have been the job of the Department of Justice, but they were asked to come here.

It is said that this is because a Chinese gang here may have advanced firearms.

He felt that this task should not be difficult, after all, it was just a gang.

And they are the elite of the Army Department.

"Let's find a place to stay first, and then go and ask around to see if that thing is true!" said the army lieutenant.

"Yes! Lieutenant!" the nine people around said immediately.

"Don't call me lieutenant here!" The lieutenant glanced at a few people.

"Okay, Bruce!" several people laughed.

This time the Army Department acted quickly. After all, it only sent a few people to conduct preliminary investigations, so an elite team was dispatched immediately.

Soon, these people settled in a hotel. When checking in, they asked the front desk: "I heard that hundreds of people died in Chicago a few days ago. Is it true?"

"Yes, it is said that the scene was covered in blood, and even the detectives couldn't stand it." The hotel receptionist said immediately.

This incident caused a sensation, so many guests from other places would ask about it.

“Is the public security in Chicago so chaotic?”

"Countless people come to this city every day..." The hotel receptionist shrugged, "But this is the first time something like this has happened."

"Do you know the details?" the lieutenant asked, and when the other party remained silent, he handed over a dollar.

"Some people say that Brother Bob was here, and some say that there was a conflict between the Bureau of Investigation and the Pinkerton Detective Agency. I think it must be the latter. The scene is full of bullet holes. I went to see it on purpose. It was as if there had been a war. Apart from the army, only the Bureau of Investigation could have done this!"

The lieutenant was not satisfied with this answer and then asked, "I heard it was related to the mafia?"

"Unless the United States is ruled by gangs!" said the hotel receptionist humorously.

"I think you're right!" The lieutenant could only nod.

After putting down their belongings at the hotel, the group first went to two scenes. Seeing the dense gunshot holes outside the Pinkerton Detective Agency, the lieutenant began to think that what the hotel front desk said was right.

In this situation, only the army can do it.

If this was done by a gang, they might have some advanced firearms in their hands.

Then they hung out in Chicago bars. As we all know, bars are the places where you can get the most information.

They gradually pieced together some information and began investigating the Chinese in Chicago.

In the next few days, they appeared at the hotel where Chen Zhengwei had stayed before and outside the Tremont Hotel.

After all, Chen Zhengwei did not hide his whereabouts, and he could be found out with just a little inquiry.

The lieutenant was sitting in a cafe far away from the hotel. Through the glass he saw a group of Chinese people coming out of the hotel, about fifty or sixty in number.

One of the tall men was surrounded in the middle, and then a group of people got on the carriage and left.

"This is the target. There are a lot of people around him..." The lieutenant frowned.

He has now pieced together some information and believes that the massacre was most likely related to this Chinese person, and the order from above also specifically named him.

The simplest thing now is to capture him and interrogate him, but there are too many people around him.

"Catch a few of his men and interrogate them!" said the lieutenant after two days of observation.

Since we can't attack him, we can only attack his subordinates.

They first had to determine whether the gun actually existed.

If it is true, pass the message back and take the next step!
(End of this chapter)