The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 595 It’s just the beginning

"I gave you a way but you didn't take it. What do you think you can change? If you hadn't sold those people to me, would they not have died?"

"Not only will they die, but your Betancourt family will die too!" Chen Zhengwei looked down at Federico Betancourt with sarcasm in his eyes.

"Your fate was determined from the beginning."

"The only thing that has not been decided yet is whether your Betancourt family lives or dies."

"If you weren't smart enough to send someone to contact me in advance... the cannons would have been set up at your doorstep now!"

"War? What are you going to use to fight me? Rely on those natives? Do you want me to give you some more spears? And then it's like this..." Chen Zhengwei stepped on Federico Betancourt's broken ankle again.

Federico Betancourt screamed again, his head covered in cold sweat. He struggled to pull his foot out, causing the wound on his back that had just been bandaged to bleed continuously, staining the gauze blood red.

"Tsk, it's broken! But it doesn't matter, you still have one leg!" Chen Zhengwei retracted his foot and said with a smile.

"If you go back on your word, you will end up in trouble!" Federico Betancourt said through gritted teeth.

"No, no, no, we call it war without deception!" Chen Zhengwei waved his hand and asked with a smile on his face:

"Do you know the difference between going back on one's word and using deception?"

Chen Zhengwei pointed his finger at himself.

"The difference is that the right of interpretation is mine! If I say that all is fair in war, then all is fair in war!"

Although Chen Zhengwei always had a smile on his face, in the eyes of others he looked fierce. Even when he was smiling, there was a ferocious look on his face.

A lawless cruelty and arrogance.

"So, what's your decision?" Chen Zhengwei looked down at the other person.

Federico Betancourt laughed miserably and spat out a mouthful of blood at Chen Zhengwei.

"My patience is gone!" Chen Zhengwei stretched out his hand to the side, and the henchman handed a submachine gun to him.

"I will send your wife and children down to accompany you! Since you want to die, not a single dog in the entire Betancourt family will be left alive!" Chen Zhengwei looked at the other party expressionlessly and pulled the trigger at the other party's chest and head.

Ta-ta-ta-ta!

Bullet casings kept flying out of the ejection port and passed in front of Chen Zhengwei.

After firing a burst of bullets and turning Federico Betancourt into a sieve, Chen Zhengwei threw the submachine gun to his henchman.

"How fucking naive!" Chen Zhengwei sneered and turned his head to look at the sea. Does this guy think that just selling those Chinese to him will be enough?

I have already arranged it to this point, and have wiped out all the families related to Cuba and the Independence Army, leaving only the Betancourt family, which has absorbed other forces and is growing rapidly?
Unless this family is willing to sell those independence troops to himself, it is impossible to keep them.

A moment later, some injured Chinese were dragged back.

Chen Zhengwei saw Su Ya at a glance. He was also dragged back by someone. He was holding his stomach with his hands, and his stomach was still bleeding.

This made Chen Zhengwei pause.

"Brother Su Ya was shot!" the thug who dragged him back said immediately. Su Ya had not been with Chen Zhengwei for a long time, but he had gained a lot of respect.

"What's the situation?" Chen Zhengwei asked.

"I was shot in the stomach, the details are still unclear!"

"Brother Wei, I'm fine!" Su Ya struggled to grin.

"Talk to me after you're okay! You look like a blessed person, so I'll give you a few days off." Chen Zhengwei stood there and looked down at him. Although there was not much emotion in his heart, he still said a few more words.

After all, he had high expectations for Su Ya, so he brought her with him to teach her.

The vegetarian duck also performed very well.

However, success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers. Whether you can climb to the top depends not only on your ability, but also on your fate!
I was unlucky. I was shot several times when I went out. I died immediately. What can I do if I have the ability?
The doctor was busy in the distance, providing emergency treatment according to the severity of the wounded's injuries.

The doctors under Chen Zhengwei are very skilled and have extensive experience in treating knife and gunshot wounds.

After a while, Chen Zhengwei left some people here and took a few people back to the borrowed house.

His men chased him all the way out of the town, each of them panting.

Not far away, Great Poland was sitting in a carriage. In front of them was a forest, and at the edge of the forest were some fences. The Chinese who were sent there were kept here separately like livestock. Apart from more than 20 people who provided them with water and food, there was nothing else.

Even if they were provided with water and food, they were not allowed to eat enough.

These fences do not prevent people from escaping, they just make it easier to keep watch.

The Chinese were all sitting on the ground, hungry. Gunshots were heard in the distance. The guards immediately became alert and looked towards the town, then showed worried expressions.

Their boss is over there.

It is said that they came here to discuss business and sell these Chinese to another Chinese.

As they looked at each other, Greater Poland stretched his hand out of the window and gestured.

Then a sound like a bird's cry was heard.

Some Chinese and Poles suddenly appeared in the darkness, aimed their guns at the guards standing near the fence and pulled the trigger.

The sudden attack caused all the Chinese inside the fence to fall to the ground with panic on their faces.

The fight stopped after a moment.

When the gunfire stopped and footsteps were heard all around, the Chinese raised their dirty faces and looked around, only to see figures emerging one after another, which made them even more panicked.

However, when those people got closer, they were shocked to find that those people had the same yellow skin and Chinese faces as them.

"You are……"

Those men looked among them expressionlessly, and only put down their guns after making sure there were no guards among them.

One of them walked up to a fence and shouted.

"You are lucky! You won't have to be whipped on the plantation anymore!"

"Now, be quiet! Tomorrow there will be a boat to take you to San Francisco. There are only Chinese people there, and no one will bully you."

Hearing this familiar accent and the content of the words, the Chinese people became agitated and could not help but stand up and rush forward. Da da da da!

One of the thugs pointed his gun into the sky and fired a burst of bullets.

"Everyone, behave yourself! I'll beat anyone who doesn't behave himself to death!"

The Chinese workers suddenly became quiet.

At times like this, violence is the fastest way to stabilize order.

Chen Zhengwei's subordinates, like him, are best at this.

A moment later, Great Poland's carriage came over, and Great Poland got off the carriage like a mountain of meat and looked around.

These Chinese were placed in ten fences, each one like cattle and sheep.

I wanted to walk around Greater Poland again, but I was out of breath after walking half a circle with my walking stick.

"Is this done? I'll go inform the boss! I'll leave this to you!" Great Poland went straight back to the carriage.

After Greater Poland left, some members of the security company were sent to tell the Chinese what had happened.

And what's in San Francisco.

It wasn’t long before someone in those fences was wailing, “If only you had come sooner!”

"Your second brother...it's fate!" A person next to him patted his shoulder helplessly.

They came from a plantation. The young man's second brother couldn't stand the slave-like life on the plantation and wanted to resist. Then he was tied to a tree and whipped to death.

Later, the security company people also learned about their situation in Cuba from them.

After these Chinese were sold to the plantations, they were treated like slaves and livestock, with a salary of only 3 or 4 silver dollars a month, which is almost 4 US dollars, and they would not resist.

Even if they ran away, they couldn't escape in this foreign country.

A local person needs a salary of 20 silver dollars.

Although Cuba has not abolished slavery, it has stopped buying and selling slaves, so these Chinese are the best slaves.

Especially in areas controlled by the Independence Army and the families behind them.

Therefore, a Chinese labor contract can be sold for 200 to 600 US dollars.

Cuba and Peru, this is the case for most of the Chinese who were sold overseas during this era. They were enslaved like livestock, leaving a mottled history of blood and tears on each piece of land.

……

When Dapolan walked, his flesh was shaking, and his walking stick made a sound every time it hit the ground.

"Boss, we've rescued them. We've left some people over there to watch over them. We'll just have to send them to the ship tomorrow!"

"There are still more than a thousand people...arrange people to ride horses to search far away. The distance is less than a day's distance, or on foot, at most forty or fifty miles." Chen Zhengwei instructed Greater Poland.

A little later, the others who were chasing the independence troops also came back.

Except for a very small number of people who sneaked into the woods, most of them were beaten to death on the spot.

Nearly 20 of Chen Zhengwei's men were killed or wounded, including 8 deaths.

Most of the casualties occurred when there was no cover on the beach and they were shooting at the independence army.

Although the independence army was using single-shot rifles with rifling almost worn out, and they were using black powder bullets, they could still kill people if they were too many.

Only a few people were like Su Ya, who were killed or injured during the chase. They were considered unlucky.

Chen Zhengwei looked at his pocket watch and it was almost ten o'clock in the evening.

He waved to his henchman to bring him a bottle of whiskey and poured himself a glass.

Chen Zhengwei shook the wine in his glass and smiled: "It's just the beginning!"

……

It was almost ten o'clock in the evening, on a small farm outside Santa Clara, the capital of Santa Clara Province, Cuba.

Wen Bingzhong was holding a map and said to the people around him:
"You all understand our goal, right? I will lead my men to attack the Vidal family's manor, and you go to the city to find the No. 2 person of the Vidal family... Your two teams will be responsible for the other Vidal family members in the city!"

"If we are intercepted by Spanish soldiers after we have solved the target, we don't have to get entangled with them. Just warn them and then evacuate according to the plan." Several team leaders around Wen Bingzhong's team said.

"One of Juan's men... let me lead the way for you!"

Soon, the team leaders took their men away.

Wen Bingzhong then pushed open a room.

"You guys... just wait here and stay alert. Once we have eliminated our target, we will evacuate together."

Several people in the room looked pale, sweating all over, with expressions of embarrassment and helplessness on their faces.

Even though Chen Zhengwei warned and warned many people, many people still fell into the trap in Cuba.

Not long after arriving here, I started vomiting and having diarrhea.

Six had already been sent back on the way, and here are a few more.

Then Wen Bingzhong went out and saw some Chinese people walking towards the dark city of Santa Clara.

Others sat outside the house, cleaning their guns or checking their magazines.

"I'll give you three minutes, then set off!" Wen Bingzhong gave the order directly.

Soon, three minutes later, all these people were ready to go. Wen Bingzhong led a group of people, leading mules, and walked towards the Vidal family's manor, one step deep and one step shallow.

Nearly a year ago, Juan found the third-ranked figure in the Vidal family, Manuel Vidal, who was in charge of the plantation business.

The other party vowed:
Even if those hard laborers, called piglets, were worked to death on the plantation, he had no intention of selling them.

Then he asked contemptuously: "Are you working for the Chinese?"

(End of this chapter)