The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 376 You even dare to swallow my goods?
"We can stand up and support you, but to be frank, I don't think this will have a greater effect!" John Jones said.

Now there is a wave of public opinion across the United States, and he has to admit that Chen Zhengwei did a great job.

But compared with the US government, Chen Zhengwei is too weak.

It was his experience of the Civil War that made him even more certain of this.

During the Civil War, 26 Confederate soldiers died alone.

"You are not standing up for me, but for yourselves! Those Jews and Italians, are they speaking out for me? No, they are speaking out for themselves too!"

"If you don't want your offspring to be like you! Walking on the street, you may be arrested by the police and thrown into jail at any time, and then work as a road repairman until you die! You must stand up!"

"Not just Chicago, but also black people in other parts of the United States! I believe you have a way to contact them!" Chen Zhengwei said.

He incited the immigrant communities in the United States not to prevent the war, but to create sufficient public pressure in society.

After the army has been hurt, Congress can step in and ensure the war ends smoothly.

Prevent the war from escalating.

Otherwise, the United States, a country of immigrants, will never tolerate the continuous armed resistance of the lower-class ethnic groups in society. In order to prevent others from following suit, they will only be tough to the end.

After losing 30,000 men, he recruited another 100,000.

At that time, Chen Zhengwei would have no choice but to flee to Mexico with his men.

At the same time, it is also adding some fuel to the fire for the United States, so that it can find an opportunity to detonate it again in the future.

For him, the more chaotic America is, the better.

"I'll try to contact other people!" John Jones said after thinking for a moment, "But I don't have that much influence. I can only try my best to persuade them!"

"That's enough!" Chen Zhengwei smiled.

A moment later, Chen Zhengwei watched John Jones leave and said to Dapolan, "Contact a few gangs and have them bribe some police officers to target those black people! Pull off a few cases!"

"Boss, didn't he agree?" Big Poland couldn't understand why Chen Zhengwei would do such a thing since John Jones had already agreed.

"It's not enough, they don't feel enough pain, they need more pain points!" Chen Zhengwei said casually. "Let those police find any excuse to beat a few black people to death in the back, preferably children! Then the court will declare them not guilty... and then let the newspaper publish it, so that the matter will be bigger."

"This kind of thing actually happens all the time, but it's different now!"

"American public opinion is on the verge of a volcano, and it needs a push to completely explode!"

"After the court declares them not guilty, we'll find some black people to kill those policemen, and then stand up and call on others! That scene will definitely be inspiring!"

Chen Zhengwei said with a smile on his face.

Greater Poland had known before that its boss was not only cruel, but also extremely ruthless.

Now I feel like my boss is like a devil, sitting there manipulating people's hearts, and it's not just a few people, but hundreds of thousands or even millions of people.

Many times he didn't even know what Chen Zhengwei was thinking.

He was in awe of Chen Zhengwei from the bottom of his heart.

"Someone wake me up tomorrow morning! I have to go to church!"

After all, he is God's most favored child, so he still needs to go to church from time to time.

Late at night, in a neighborhood in Chicago, more than twenty thugs pointed guns at a house.

"Go knock on the door!" Aaron instructed the men around him.

I just released the news to arrest someone, but I didn't expect to get results in less than a day. It is said that there are often strangers in this house in the past two days, and there are a lot of them.

The henchman walked up and knocked on the door of the room.

But there was no sound for a long time.

Aaron signaled his men to kick the door open.

The henchman took a few steps back, then rushed over and broke the door open.

boom!
Suddenly a gunshot was heard in the room. The thug was shot in the shoulder. He groaned in pain and crawled out.

"Fuck, there is indeed a problem!" Aaron cursed, and the thugs outside the yard immediately raised their guns and swept towards the house in front.

The doors, the windows, and those wooden walls.

It began to shatter in a short time under the sound of gunfire.

At this time, gunshots were heard from behind the yard.

Apparently someone had escaped from the back of the yard.

After firing two rounds, Aaron signaled his men to go in. After a moment, when they were sure there was no gunfire, Aaron followed them in.

I saw a person lying on the stairs on the first floor and at the window on the second floor, with bullet holes all over his body.

A thug kicked open the door, picked up a photo on the table and found Aaron: "It's Brother Wei!"

"Check their identities!"

"There is no information related to my identity."

"What's going on in the backyard? How many people are there? Have they been caught?" Aaron took the portrait and asked in a deep voice.

Message back after a while.

"Brother Long, someone tried to escape from behind and was beaten to death!"

"Fuck! Search again! Search the two houses on the left and right as well. There must be more than just a few of them!" Aaron cursed.

After a while, after searching several nearby houses, Aaron reluctantly took his men away, but he still asked the nearby thugs to keep an eye on this place and notify him immediately if they found anything.

It was not until the next morning that a man in gentleman's clothes walked into the alley, noticed a few hooligans playing dice not far away, and left quickly. At the same time, he quickly glanced at one of the houses and saw that the exterior of the house was full of bullet holes, and there were holes in the wooden walls made by bullets, and the windows were all broken.

The man's face changed, and before the thugs could catch up with him, he quickly walked away, crossed the alley and came to another busy street.

Half an hour later, the man came to an ordinary house and knocked on the door.

"What's wrong?" the people in the house asked when they saw him come in!

"They found that place. The people inside should be dead or caught!" The man took off his hat and hung it on the hanger beside him while speaking.

"Those thugs on the street are their spies. We know nothing about this place! There is no way we can act. If we go out and ask around, we might be discovered by them!" The man said in a muffled voice, obviously in a bad mood.

The others also fell silent.

After arriving in Chicago, I discovered that the situation here is even worse than I expected.

Even though they were elite members of the Ministry of Justice and local investigation bureaus, they were helpless at this moment.

"Unless someone is willing to help us!" someone spoke after a moment.

"Chicago, there are a lot of people who hate that Chinese guy!"

"But we don't know who is reliable!" someone immediately said.

"Pinkerton Detective Agency!" A police officer from Salt Lake City suddenly spoke up. "I've dealt with them before... They're quite capable, and... Their headquarters was just massacred by that Chinese man!"

"You also said that their headquarters was massacred, and the people left now are not reliable!" Someone objected immediately.

"Nowadays, all the people in Pinkerton Detective Agency came from other branches! They are still in the process of revitalizing the detective agency and they must hate that Chinese man very much!" the agent from Salt Lake continued.

"Maybe we can try it?" someone said after hesitating.

"Who will contact them?" someone soon asked again. If there was something wrong with the Pinkerton Detective Agency, anyone who contacted them would be dead.

Others will also be in danger.

"Oh my god!" The agent from Salt Lake City took a deep breath. He had worked with the Pinkerton Detective Agency on a case before, so he had a good impression of them and believed in their morals.

The others glanced at him and nodded slightly.

After discussing for a while, everyone left.

The agent from Salt Lake City went to the vicinity of the Pinkerton Detective Agency. He needed to observe and then find an opportunity to contact the Pinkerton Detective Agency.

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"Brother Wei, this is a telegram just sent from San Francisco!" Chen Zhengwei had just returned from the church. The henchman walked up to Chen Zhengwei and handed him the telegram.

Chen Zhengwei glanced at him, with a hint of mockery on his face.

The content of the telegram was simple: the transaction for some equipment they had previously ordered for the production of weapons and ammunition production lines had been terminated.

You have to know that they waited for this batch of equipment for several months, and then when it was almost delivered, they were suddenly told that it was suspended and the payment was frozen.

In addition, some raw materials for making gunpowder are now also restricted.

Chen Zhengwei didn't care much about the latter. He had already stockpiled a large batch, which was enough.

However, it was that batch of equipment that made Chen Zhengwei somewhat unhappy.

"I gave them money, so they should give me the goods! The problem now is that I've given them the money, but they're not going to give me the goods or the money!" Chen Zhengwei sat on the sofa and put the telegram on the table on the side.

"People don't follow the rules when doing business these days, do they? Even small thugs know they have to do things when they're paid. They're no better than small thugs."

"I paid real money this time, and they actually dared to take my goods! Is there any justice or law left?"

"Remington... Pratt & Whitney..." Chen Zhengwei wrote down the two names.

I'll settle the matter with them later.

Hey!
He has already paid, what else does he want?
As for ammunition, it's not a big problem. There are enough people working in the factory in San Francisco now, and even if they only load it by hand, they can produce more than 100,000 rounds of ammunition a month.

This amount is definitely not enough for my son to take out, but it is enough for my own use.

In the evening, two well-dressed men came to the hotel. After a quick look around, they saw a tall Chinese man sitting in the corner, surrounded by a dozen Chinese and Poles.

They immediately knew that this was the real one.

The two first went to the hotel to check in.

"A normal room will do! Not too good, not too bad!" said one of the bearded men.

"Are you guests from the UK?" the receptionist asked with a smile. The accents of these two people were a bit special, with more tones than Americans, and they seemed elegant and emotional.

Moreover, the tone and demeanor of these two people carried a kind of arrogance unique to the British. Different from the nouveau riche arrogance of the Americans, the British arrogance carries a kind of condescending sense of superiority and indifference.

The hotel's front desk is easily distinguishable.

"Yes!" One of them smiled.

After checking in and getting the room key, the two walked towards Chen Zhengwei.

However, they were stopped before they could get close. Two thugs stood in front of them, and the other people around them also put their hands on their waists.

"We want to visit Mr. Chen!"

"Who are you? Where are you from?" the thug asked.

"It doesn't matter who we are or where we come from. What matters is that we can help you!" said one of them.

"You don't even dare to reveal your identity, and you still want to meet our boss?" the henchman said sarcastically.

"Why don't you ask? I don't think you have the final say!" Although the person who spoke used very 'polite' words, the content was not polite at all.

However, this Chinese man is in a bad situation now. Although he has caused a big stir in American newspapers, it is ridiculous for an individual to face a state agency.

As long as he is not a fool, he will not refuse help from the outside world.

This is also what they rely on this time.

The thug looked at the two men for a moment, signaled others to keep an eye on them, and then he took a few steps back and turned to Chen Zhengwei.

"Brother Wei, there are two people who want to see you and refuse to reveal their identities! They say they can help us!"

Chen Zhengwei looked in that direction and saw a man nodding at him, as if to signal him.

"You don't even know who you are, how can you help us? Help you eat shit? Also, this kind of person has no manners at all. He can't even introduce himself when he wants to see me, and you still come to ask me?" Chen Zhengwei said angrily.

The henchman turned and walked up to the two men: "Our boss doesn't want to see you, you can leave now!"

The two were a little surprised, and then smiled with a hint of sarcasm in their smiles.

"Okay, if Mr. Chen wants to talk to us, we can do so anytime. We'll stay in the hotel!" The two men smiled at Ma Zai and turned to leave.

They were not in a hurry to talk to Chen Zhengwei.

That Chinese man still can't recognize himself.

After a few days, he will come to you on his own initiative.

Moreover, the two of them can also use this time to observe whether the weapon in the hands of this Chinese is really that powerful.

After the two men left, Ma Zai came to the front desk and asked, "Who are those two people?"

"Two Englishmen, one is called Randolph Churchill and the other is called Henry Attlee."

"British?" The henchman turned around and told Chen Zhengwei about it.

"Churchill?" Chen Zhengwei was more interested in the last name, and then sneered, "Here comes the troublemaker!"

But after thinking about it, Chen Zhengwei always felt that what he said was not right, so he kicked the henchman beside him. The henchman looked innocent and said, "Boss, you said this, not me."

But the British can indeed be called troublemakers.

Especially during this period, Britain was trying to suppress the United States. During the previous Civil War, Britain supported the South.

They will not miss any opportunity to cause trouble for the United States.

Anyone who believes them is a fool.

However, Chen Zhengwei felt that his bullet production line might have been found, and he didn't even have to pay for it.

(End of this chapter)