The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 375 Fake, all fake

In an ordinary residence in New York, a housewife changed her clothes and went out to chat with her neighbors after finishing her household chores.

However, when I went out, I saw the wives of the neighbors on both sides discussing something together.

"What happened?" the housewife walked over and asked with a smile, and then saw a man holding a newspaper.

"Has something big happened? Recently the newspapers have been reporting on the Ministry of Justice and the Chinese..."

"Yes, it's related to this! The previous executioner of the Ministry of Justice... his wife stood up, but when she accused her husband and the Ministry of Justice, she was shot dead in front of all the reporters!" said a woman.

"Oh my God, my God!" The housewife covered her mouth in surprise: "She accused her husband?"

"Yes, her husband has a violent tendency and often abuses her... He also wants to hang black people and Jews..." The one who spoke was a black housewife with an unpleasant look on her face.

"Oh my god...it's so scary..."

In many cities, this news directly triggered public anger.

The protest crowd grew again.

This time even many housewives got involved.

During this period, the social status of American women was extremely low, and many housewives experienced various forms of domestic violence.

In this situation, it is extremely treasonous for someone to bravely stand up and accuse.

However, she was shot dead in public.

This made her death have a terrifying impact and touched the hearts of American housewives.

As a result, the wave of protests in major cities has become louder.

……

At an estate in Wilmington, Delaware.

"Oh my God, this is so horrible!" Cicely DuPont exclaimed as she looked at the newspaper in her hand, then waved her fist.

"The Department of Justice is a bunch of assholes!"

"He is facing the Department of Justice. He is really brave!" Cicely DuPont put down the newspaper and stared at the lush sugar maple trees outside the window in a daze.

When she heard footsteps, she reacted suddenly, quickly stuffed the newspaper under the quilt, then stood up and looked back.

"mom!"

"Cicely, you should change your clothes. Two wonderful young people will be visiting our house this afternoon!"

……

"Interesting!" In New York, Sir Edward Thornton, the British Minister to the United States, looked at the newspaper in his hand with interest.

He didn't care much about this Chinese person at first.

It's just a gang after all.

In front of state organs, it is like a small insect.

However, what surprised him was that the Ministry of Justice and the Chinese man had been arguing in the newspapers for so long but failed to arrest the Chinese man.

In particular, some of Chen Zhengwei's slogans about freedom and the American dream had a great response in American society, which made him a little interested.

Then, as reports of the Virginia City battle came out two days ago, he asked his military attaché and learned that Chen Zhengwei might have a powerful new type of firearm in his hands. Only then did he pay serious attention to it.

However, just one day later, the Chinese man caused trouble again.

Although anyone with a discerning eye can see what is going on, it is enough to fool those fools.

Moreover, the various protests among the American people have also put a lot of pressure on the Department of Justice.

It is said that even the president personally inquired about it.

What interested him most now was the weapon in Chen Zhengwei's hand.

"Have our people set out?" Sir Edward Thornton asked without looking up.

"Yes, we have already set off!"

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"Bastard!" Assistant Attorney General John W. Griggs' face turned green and he slammed his fist on the table.

At this moment, outside his window, there were protests one after another.

At first, he thought that Chen Zhengwei was just a gang member that could be found everywhere, and that he could be hanged to death with just a little more force.

However, these days that guy has successfully stirred up the voices of American immigration through public opinion, and now he has set his sights on women.

This shooting case in particular directly aroused the anger of all walks of life in the United States.

He has been under a lot of pressure recently, and it is conceivable that it will be even greater in the future.

Just as he was getting angry, the office door was pushed open.

"Mr. Minister!" John W. Griggs suppressed his anger after seeing who was coming.

"So, when are you going to catch that Chinese guy?" Attorney General Charles Devins asked directly after he sat down.

"Our people are already in Chicago, they need to wait for an opportunity! After all, that Chinese has many men in Chicago!" said John W. Griggs.

Then he began to complain: "The Department of Justice is too weak. We can deal with ordinary criminals, but we don't have much to do with criminal experts who have a large number of subordinates! We need to expand the Office of Special Agent to deal with the increasingly rampant criminal activities in the United States!"

"Tell these words to the President. He will come over in an hour!" Charles Devins interrupted the other party. ...

Carson City, Chauncey Forward sat on straw and rode into the city in a carriage.

This is the capital of Nevada, not far from Virginia City, only a few dozen kilometers away, but he had lost his way at night before.

Fortunately, we met a caravan and were taken to a village, and then the team came to Carson City.

After arriving in Carson City, Chauncey Forward said goodbye to the team and then hurried to find a place to buy a newspaper.

He was now eager to know what was happening to Virginia.

Then he would contact the Justice Department and go to Chicago.

After searching half a street, he finally found a newsboy and threw a coin to him.

"Give me the latest newspaper!"

After taking the newspaper, Changxi Forward opened it while standing on the street, and then he saw the headline at a glance.

"The executioner's wife spoke out bravely, but was shot dead in the street!"

When Changxi Forward saw this news headline, his body trembled.

"The wife of Chauncey Forward, the murderer who caused the massacre in Virginia, could not bear the condemnation in her heart and the torment of her faith, so she bravely stood up to accuse her husband and the Ministry of Justice. However, she was murdered by the gunman in front of many reporters..."

"Impossible... Impossible... Impossible..." Chauncey Forward's lips turned pale and he kept muttering to himself. He clutched the newspaper tightly with both hands, and veins on the back of his hands bulged.

"According to Mrs. Forward's complaint, Chauncey Forward has a violent personality and often abuses suspects. He has said many times at home that he wants to hang all blacks and Jews. He has a serious tendency to violence and often beats his wife and children..."

"It's fake, fake, all fake!" Changxi Forward frantically tore up the newspaper in his hand, stood there gasping for breath, his eyes full of bloodshot.

His heart felt as if it was cut by a knife.

He regretted it now. Why had he come to Virginia? Why had he participated in this operation?

Why didn't he control himself and those agents?

If he hadn't gone to Virginia, none of this would have happened.

Besides regret, hatred was gnawing at his heart.

He wants to find his child and then kill that Chinese man!

That devil!

"Chicago...I'm going to Chicago!"

The newspapers said his wife was shot in Chicago, and the rest of his family must have been in Chicago as well.

……

"John Jones...another Mr. Jones!" Chen Zhengwei looked at the old black man in front of him, smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Is there any story behind this?" John Jones asked cautiously.

"Nothing, it's just that I have several friends who are Mr. Jones!" Chen Zhengwei laughed.

John Jones is one of the rare black elites of this era, a tailor and real estate investor.

He founded the black community in Chicago.

During the Civil War more than a decade ago, he helped many slaves escape, and is now also a leader in Chicago's black community.

"I've heard some things about you, which are quite amazing! Every race needs some people like you to make their voices heard!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

"I only did what I should do!" John Jones put his hand on his heart.

"Yes, but the fruits of your revolution have been taken away! Now the South has re-enacted laws on racial segregation and oppression of blacks!" said Chen Zhengwei.

"We are working hard! All visible and invisible shackles will be opened!" John Jones sat up straight.

"But that's too long. How many of you and those people outside will see this day? Maybe none of you will see it! Don't overestimate the morality of those white people!" Chen Zhengwei shook his finger.

"Now the South has started to suppress blacks again, and the North... maybe you can go to those prisons and take a look! I don't know if you have been there! Blacks are arbitrarily arrested and thrown into prisons without any reason, and then arbitrarily convicted, arbitrarily sent to build roads or dams, and then die there..."

"They have been in despair all their lives! They have never seen the light! From birth to death!" Chen Zhengwei said word by word.

He really understands the situation of black people, because they are the best labor force, and he has previously considered pushing San Francisco to issue new local regulations, and then throw those black people into jail. Then send them to mine to create value.

No one cares how many people die anyway.

Listening to Chen Zhengwei's words, John Jones closed his eyes and showed a painful expression.

Of course he knows this.

After a moment, his expression calmed down, and he opened his eyes and said:
"So what do you want to do by telling me this?"

"You should stand up! Make your voice heard!"

"Chinese, blacks, Jews, Italians, Mexicans, and other ethnic groups, we are all oppressed, and we should all stand up, even if it is just to speak for ourselves."

There are approximately 640 million black people in the United States.

These people could even fight a civil war.

"Only when we unite can we make those high-ranking foreigners take us seriously!"

"Only if you speak out today, someone will stand up for you tomorrow!"

(End of this chapter)