The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 372: Typewriters from Chicago wreak havoc in Virginia

"The accusation of the Ministry of Justice is ridiculous. The case of Leland Stanford's family has been solved long ago and no one has any objection. Now the Ministry of Justice says that the murderer is someone else. I totally disagree!" Michael spoke freely in front of reporters.

When the Department of Justice said Chen Zhengwei was the murderer in the Leland Stanford case, he was the first to express his opposition.

After all, Leland Stanford's case was closed by the San Francisco Bureau of Investigation.

"If the Ministry of Justice has any objections, they can send people to San Francisco to investigate, instead of interfering in a case they know nothing about from thousands of miles away. We arrest criminals based on evidence, not groundless accusations!"

"Mr. Chen is a good man. He is different from the mainstream prejudices in today's society. The British discriminate against the Irish, the Irish discriminate against the Germans and Italians, and the Italians discriminate against the Jews and other people of color..."

"He has no prejudice. He is not a narrow-minded racist. His company and factory have Irish, French, German, Italian and even Mexican people. He does not discriminate against anyone!"

"Yes, I have dealt with him and he is a very gentleman. I cannot imagine such an accusation being levelled against him!"

When Michael came forward to make a statement, the director of the Chicago Bureau of Investigation, Eberst, also came forward.

Said that the allegations of criminal behavior against Chen Zhengwei in Chicago are completely nonsense.

Although he didn't want to stand up at this time, the Ministry of Justice was too far away from him.

But Chen Zhengwei was too close to him.

With the Ministry of Justice speaking out, Chen Zhengwei and some others coming out to deny the allegations, American public opinion is now in chaos.

After all, on the one hand, it represents the individual and freedom, especially Chen Zhengwei's remarks on the American dream, which won a lot of approval.

On the other hand, it represents the authority. The Civil War has only ended for more than ten years, and some of the things that happened in the Civil War have not yet faded from memory.

During the Civil War, the Northern Army burned and destroyed cities on a large scale in order to eliminate the South's war potential. Although news like the Atlanta Massacre was fabricated by later generations, many civilians were affected and died, and many people believed that the Northern Army carried out a massacre.

Therefore, in this war of public opinion, Chen Zhengwei was not at a disadvantage, but instead gained a lot of sympathy.

Gangs in major cities across the United States also played a huge role in this.

At least some of Chen Zhengwei's remarks can be published in major newspapers.

However, there were some minor incidents in this. The white supremacist organizations in the South have been active recently and clashed with some white immigrants who were marching in support of Chen Zhengwei.

Marcelo in New Orleans was implicated, and one night in a casino, members of the White League broke in and threw a bomb into the casino.

Although Marcelo suffered only minor injuries, he was furious about the incident and had several clashes with the White Alliance in the following period.

……

Late at night, Rong Jiahong sat on a rock and fiddled with the submachine gun in his hand. This was also a surprise brought by Guan Qianbo.

One hundred submachine guns and twenty thousand smokeless powder bullets are the main force of tonight's operation.

This is an abandoned mine with torches lit inside. A large number of Chinese men in miners' clothes are sitting on the ground eating bread, steamed buns, and salted fish.

Half a day ago, these people were still wearing hunting clothes.

Until the moon was above the treetops, the sound of a night owl was heard in the distance, and a moment later the two Germans were brought back to the cave.

The two men entered the cave, sat down on the ground, took a bottle of water and drank it down in gulps.

"What's the situation?" Rong Jiasheng and Guan Qianbo gathered around.

"More than 40 agents arrived with the train this afternoon. They should be at the Bureau of Investigation now! They may rest in the hotel tonight."

"Our territory has been taken over by those gangs."

"Also, the concentration camp is mostly guarded by gang members, with only a few agents there. We delivered the weapons in the afternoon..."

In the afternoon they delivered more than twenty pistols to the concentration camp. Although there were not many bullets, it was enough to create chaos at a critical moment.

Soon, Rong Jiasheng and others took out the map and began to discuss.

There are two key places, namely the Investigation Bureau and the concentration camp. Apart from that, there are the territories of various gangs.

"Let them pay for their blood debt tonight. Not only must we kill all the people from the Investigation Bureau, but we must not let these gangs go either!" Rong Jiahong said gritting his teeth.

He had heard a lot about the concentration camps these days, and it could be said that most of the bodies of the miners were caused by those gangs.

Soon, everyone finished the discussion.

After all, everyone doesn’t understand much about tactics, they just have more people, more guns and more bullets.

This level of urban fighting is actually no different from a gang fight.

As everyone stood up, the Chinese men in the mine who were finishing their rations and checking their guns also stood up. Although silent, their expressions were filled with solemnity.

Even Rong Jiahong couldn't escape and started to become serious.

"You all know the specific situation! Tonight, we must pay back blood with blood and let them know that we are not easy to bully!" Rong Jiasheng said to everyone.

"go!"

A group of people filed out of the cave and walked down the mountain in silence in the night.

Late at night, a group of people arrived outside Virginia City.

"Rest for half an hour, then take action." Guan Qianbo said after taking out his pocket watch and taking a look at it.

His and Xu Yan's target tonight was the Investigation Bureau and several hotels nearby.

Most of the agents transferred from other cities in Nevada these days are staying in nearby hotels, and some are living in Nigga Street, the original Chinese community.

Although it was late at night, the gas lamps in the investigation bureau were still on.

Several agents were sitting in chairs, holding coffee cups and chatting.

"Where on earth did those Qing insects hide?"

"The Nevada Mountains are so big, and there are so many abandoned mines. If they hide in there, where can we find them?"

"Besides, if they don't come out, it would be best if they starve to death in there!"

Although several people said this, they all knew in their hearts that this was impossible.

Those Chinese are different from those in the concentration camps.

The people in the concentration camp were cattle and sheep, livestock, and those people were a pack of wolves.

In addition to these chatting agents, there were quite a few people on duty in the investigation bureau at this time, and people were walking around from time to time.

An agent walked to the door of the investigation bureau to breathe some fresh air, and suddenly heard gunshots from somewhere in the distance, breaking the peace in the city.

Moreover, this gunshot is not different from the normal gunshots, but is connected with them.

"What's that gunshot?" The agent immediately thought of this after hearing the sound, and shouted quickly: "There's a gunshot, something's wrong!"

The other agents also stood up from their positions and looked out the window.

"It's over there at the concentration camp!" Someone's face changed slightly.

“Those Chinese can’t help it!”

"I'll go check it out with someone else, Agent Forward, you and the others stay here and wait for the others to come!" A special agent stood up and said. He just got off the train at noon. "I'll go!" Chauncey Forward said with red eyes.

Ever since he learned yesterday that his family members were kidnapped, whenever he closed his eyes, he saw the image of his family members covered in blood.

What he wants to do most now is to kill all the Chinese!
"Forward, you need to rest now!" Another special agent patted the holster on his waist.

After saying that, he walked out of the investigation bureau with a dozen people.

However, as soon as I walked out of the Investigation Bureau and approached the stable, I saw several dark shadows standing there.

The agents immediately felt something was wrong and quickly drew their guns.

However, the flames from the muzzles of the guns in the hands of those dark shadows directly lit up the night.

Da da da!
More than a dozen agents didn't even have time to run before they were hit by several submachine guns and fell to the ground with blood all over their bodies.

At the same time, a group of people rushed to the door of the Investigation Bureau from another direction, holding submachine guns in their hands and shooting as they walked in.

Bullets flew through the air, landing on the table, the wall, and the cabinets along the wall.

Sawdust and papers on the table flew everywhere, and the agents in the investigation bureau couldn't even raise their heads.

When they finally heard the gunfire stop, they looked out and saw that the men had stopped, and several guns were extended from behind them and continued to fire.

"Fuck!" Chauncey Forward shrank behind the table with his head in his hands, his face flushed with nervousness. Then he suddenly stretched out the muzzle of the gun from above the table, fired a random shot, and then retracted it.

Guan Qianbo stood at the door with a six-pound shell in his hand. After lighting the fuse with a match, he threw it directly into the investigation bureau.

Everyone stepped aside immediately.

boom!
Two FBI agents hiding behind the table were thrown away and died instantly.

Changxi Forward was also blown away by the shock wave, but fortunately he was far away and was not seriously injured except for a scratch on his forehead by fragments, but his head was buzzing.

Then he saw a bomb fall in, roll twice and then roll to another agent.

The agent had a look of fear on his face and quickly rushed in another direction.

boom!
The series of explosions in the investigation bureau woke up the entire Virginia city.

"FUCK, I thought I was on a battlefield!" In a hotel not far away, a reporter was lying in front of the window, grabbing his hair, his face full of shock.

He was awakened by the gunshots near the stable just now.

When I rushed to the window, I saw a group of people rushing into the investigation bureau with guns and throwing several bombs inside.

These people are crazy!
He was now very glad that he had arrived early. Reporters who arrived early stayed in the hotel closest to the Investigation Bureau and were able to see such a grand scene.

The reporter heard hurried footsteps in the corridor and knew it must be the agent next door.

He planned to go downstairs and take a look, so as to get closer and get first-hand information.

While staring out the window, he quickly grabbed his pants and put them on.

As he put on his coat, the FBI agent in the hotel opened the door and rushed out.

However, when they opened the door of the hotel, they saw the muzzle of a gun pointing at them in the darkness.

Da da da!
The FBI agents who had just put on their clothes and were rushing out of the hotel had horror in their eyes, blood holes appeared on their bodies, and they fell to the ground trembling.

The reporter upstairs who was buttoning his shirt suddenly stopped buttoning his shirt and put his face against the window to look down. He could see five or six fire dragons lighting up in the darkness below.

There were also Chinese faces illuminated by the firelight.

Not far away, a young man wearing a soft hat was standing there lighting a cigarette, then thinking for a moment, throwing the cigarette to the ground and stomping it out.

Although he didn't see the specific situation below, he could imagine what kind of tragedy would happen.

The reporter just felt his scalp tingling.

He had never felt so close to death.

"God bless!" What he was most grateful for now was that he was a step slower and did not run after him.

"It's like the sound of a typewriter!" The reporter thought and heard the gunshots in his mind, then opened his notebook and quickly wrote down: "Typewriters from Chicago, wreaking havoc in Virginia!"

Because the boss of these Chinese people is Chen Zhengwei who is currently in Chicago.

He was certain that what happened tonight had something to do with him.

While he was recording quickly, bursts of gunfire were heard not only in the concentration camp in the distance and the investigation bureau in front of him, but also in other parts of the city.

……

In a house, a gang leader was awakened by gunshots. He pushed the woman beside him away and took out a gun from the drawer.

He felt that his house was unusually quiet.

This made him extremely alert. He got out of bed with the gun in hand and walked carefully to the door, wanting to listen for any sound outside.

Bang bang bang!

Accompanied by a burst of gunfire, several holes appeared on the door.

Rong Jiahong was standing outside the door, with several thugs beside him who were holding pistols and shooting continuously.

When the gunfire stopped, wood chips flew everywhere and a big hole appeared on the door.

Rong Jiahong looked through the hole in the door and saw a person lying on the ground with the help of moonlight coming in from the window.

Then he pushed open the door and walked in, fired another shot at the corpse on the ground, then turned his eyes to the bed and saw a body shaking under the quilt.

Rong Jiahong raised his gun expressionlessly and fired several shots at the bed.

The quilt was stained red with blood, and the pillow was shattered by bullets. Countless goose feathers flew into the air and slowly fell down.

Among the pure white fur, some was stained with blood.

"It looks beautiful! Very aesthetic!" Rong Jiahong praised, glancing around the room, then turned and walked out, lowering the muzzle of the gun and firing two more shots at the body on the ground.

"I suddenly found that I have artistic talent, don't you think?" Rong Jiahong walked out, still immersed in the aesthetics he had just discovered, and said to others excitedly.

“I think I can be an artist in the future!”

……

In another gang leader's lair, a group of people were holding guns and staring outside cautiously.

At this time, no one dared to go out.

Wow!

The glass was broken and a ball was thrown in with a little spark on it.

An Irish gang member looked at the ball rolling down to his feet with despair in his eyes: "Bomb!"

boom!
(End of this chapter)