The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 597 Killing

After checking the list twice, the people in the banquet hall had been divided into two groups.

Everyone's heart was filled with anxiety.

Not only the one whose name was called, but everyone else was also nervous.

No one knows what these unfamiliar faces are going to do.

"Okay, it looks like everyone on the list is here!" The Chinese leader clapped his hands, took a few steps forward and spoke.

Many of these Peruvian miners know a few words of Spanish, and after a little learning, they can have a simple conversation.

His gaze turned to the members of the Almeida family who were named, as well as the Lopez family, and several other wealthy people of all sizes.

"Our boss once gave you a proposal!"

"You refused!"

"It makes him very unhappy!"

"I can talk to him again!" The host of the banquet, Jose Almeida, said quickly. "You can take me to see him!"

His face was now full of tension. He had already sensed something unusual from the appearance of these people here and from their attitudes.

A few minutes ago, when Juan's men spoke, he was still very confident, but now he has lost all that confidence.

"No need! Our boss doesn't really care about the lives of those Chinese people. He just hates being rejected."

“So those Chinese people are not important, but you are dead, that’s important!”

The Chinese man who led the team had a sarcastic and mocking look on his face, and as he spoke, the others pointed their guns at them.

"No..." The people facing the gun spoke frantically, their faces full of fear.

Da da da!
Flames were spewing out of a row of gun muzzles, the men's bodies were shaking continuously, and bullets were constantly penetrating into their bodies.

On the other side of the banquet hall, others screamed in surprise, and many covered their mouths, not daring to look at the scene.

After a while, bodies fell to the ground one after another, and blood flowed like a river.

The security company members removed the magazine and replaced it with another one.

The captain turned his head and looked at the people at the other end of the banquet hall. They were all trembling. One man said calmly, "This has nothing to do with us!"

"We are not on your list..."

"Of course, don't worry. After all, we are not bad people!" The captain of the security company smiled.

He pointed at them, then pointed at the corpse on the ground behind him.

"If you have the chance in the future, don't learn from them!"

"We will... We must..." said the man with fear, and the others nodded hurriedly.

"Sorry to bother you!" The captain of the team made a gesture, and everyone left the banquet hall with guns in hand.

It was at this time that the people in the banquet hall felt that they had finally escaped death.

All the strength in his body disappeared and he immediately collapsed to the ground.

Only a few men barely stood there, their eyes moving towards the corpses on the ground, and then quickly looking away.

Those people had just been holding up their glasses, laughing with them at the banquet, and talking about the future.

But now they are all dead.

Who are those yellow-skinned people?

In their conversation just now, they said they were Americans?
Who is their boss? How could he be so unscrupulous... so cruel...

And the guns in their hands...

……

Bayamo, Oriental Province, Cuba.

Late at night, two carriages passed through the rain and stopped at the door of the bar.

"According to the information given to me by the people I bribed, the target is still inside."

The Chinese in the carriage nodded, then pushed open the door, and a pair of boots stepped into the puddles on the street.

Six or seven men walked into the bar with guns.

A quick glance showed that there was only one table of patrons left in the bar, with a few young men in shirts sitting there, and a few girls around them.

When they saw these people coming in, the young men lowered their voices a little, but didn't care too much.

This is Bayamo, no one will bother them.

Among them were the son of the police chief, the son of a congressman, and the son of a wealthy man.

Then they saw those unfamiliar faces walking towards them.

"Ruiz...Who is Ricardo Ruiz?"

The others turned their heads, but they looked at the two people.

One of the two men was Ricardo Ruiz and the other was the son of the police chief.

The police chief's son was furious and stood up and asked loudly, "Who are you? Strangers, do you know where this place is?"

The next second a gun was pointed at his chest: "Are you Ruiz?"

"Do you know who I am? Do you dare to shoot?" The police chief's son grabbed the gun barrel and said, "Don't cause any trouble for you. Get out of my sight!"

Da da da!
The others screamed immediately.

The police chief's son's eyes widened instantly. He looked down at the blood flowing from his chest and fell limply to the ground.

"So, who is Ruiz?" The Chinese man who fired the shot turned his eyes to another young man.

After all, these people's eyes were on these two people just now.

"I... I am... you..." another young man said fearfully.

"That's it!" The other two Chinese pulled the trigger directly.

As the gunshots rang out, the young man began to tremble all over, and his shirt was stained blood red.

"Is there anyone else named Ruiz here?"

After getting the answer, several people turned around and left.

Two streets away, a middle-aged man just walked out of the hotel, and the hotel waiter immediately held up an umbrella and escorted him to the carriage.

In another carriage not far away, a young man said in a trembling voice: "It's him, he is Mr. Ruiz..."

Then the carriage door was pushed open, and several people walked into the rain with guns in hand. After walking forward about ten meters, they pointed their guns at the man who was about to get on the carriage.

Da da da!
The gunshots instantly tore through the rain curtain.

A moment later, just as the Chinese returned to the carriage, a police officer rushed over in the rain, pulled out his revolver and fired directly at the carriage. The police officer was not far away, and when he heard the gunshots, he came out to check, and happened to see this scene.

"Kill him!"

The window of the carriage was opened, and a Chinese man pointed the muzzle of a gun out of the window with an expressionless face.

The bullets penetrated the rain again.

The police officer was shot five or six times and fell to the ground.

……

That night, in the streets and buildings of Cuban cities, as well as in the estates, plantations and even some small towns outside the city.

Killings were happening everywhere.

Cuba is an agricultural country, and plantations play an important role in the country's economic and social structure.

Those who owned the plantations were members of Cuba's upper social class.

On their own plantations, they had the power of life and death like kings, and they also had great influence and social sphere in society.

However, that night, dozens of families owning plantations were directly expelled from the list.

All of their people were shot dead in various places.

In bars, on the streets, in their own homes, on estates, and even on plantations.

The Chinese armed with submachine guns and wearing hunting suits did not leave immediately after the attack. Many of them moved around the city in a swagger, heading to the next target.

If they encounter a police officer who comes to check or stop the situation after hearing the gunshots, they don't care about the other person's identity at all.

It was not until the second half of the night that the gunfire in most areas began to die down, and some people sent their bodyguards or servants out to inquire and check the situation.

Then some news spread quickly.

Many wealthy people were beaten to death in their homes, leaving their homes in a mess.

The telegram then spread rapidly throughout Cuba.

It was not until the next morning that ordinary people, who had been disturbed by the gunfire all night, cautiously walked out of their homes.

There seemed to be no change in the whole city.

But seeing the crowds gathered near some buildings and the crazy policemen, everyone knew what was happening.

In addition, those independent forces that have been very low-key in the past two years have also appeared in the city.

"Last night a group of people rushed in, and then there were gunshots. After they left, I carefully went to see if there was anything I could do to help... Dead people, everyone was dead..."

"The playboy from the Lopez family has lost his appearance..."

"The police said they found the playboy in the bullet..."

"I heard that Miguel and Emilio from the Lopez family are also dead... All the Lopez family members are dead..."

Some people walked through the crowd and heard the loud conversation among them.

……

In the afternoon, at the Spanish Governor's Palace, the Governor was drinking afternoon tea while reading the newspaper.

"Sugar tycoon murdered in home, shocking Camaguey"

"The Cuban elite suffered another heavy blow: a wealthy man was killed in his home, and his family members could not escape the disaster"

"Ahem!" The butler walked to the governor's side and coughed, then said:

"Mr. Governor, there were murders in seven cities and six towns last night. The targets of the murders were the local elites. At least more than 400 people died. There is no detailed information yet on the specific circumstances."

"I've seen it in the newspaper!" Arsenio Martínez de Campos raised the newspaper in his hand.

His face was calm, showing no sign of unhappiness.

"I need to know the latest news from Cuba in the newspaper!"

Although the ten-year war has ended now, everything seems to have returned to normal.

However, the Governor-General's control over Cuba was greatly reduced.

Especially in some areas in the central and eastern parts...he can only get a lot of news from newspapers.

"Excuse me, sir!"

"It's not your fault. I already know it, go down!" Arsenio Campos continued to read the newspaper in his hand.

He didn't put the newspaper on the table until the butler left.

"Sure enough, the barking dog that bites doesn't bite!"

"That madman!"

"Those people rejected him last year, and then he waited so long just to kill those who rejected him!"

And he did not forget that Chen Zhengwei's fleet made a long detour from San Francisco and arrived in Galveston.

Obviously, it was to be wary of the Spanish fleet.

But he really had no intention of intervening.

Let that American fight those guys, it would be a good thing for him and for Spain.

I just need to clean up the mess.

There should be a large number of unowned plantations in Cuba now.

Spanish Governor Arsenio Campos leaned back in his chair, thinking about what to do.

……

On the other hand, the Betancourt family also received news that a large number of plantation families had been massacred in various parts of Cuba.

After figuring out the situation, they were so frightened that they broke out in cold sweats and could hardly eat.

They were quite unhappy when Federico Betancourt wanted to sell all the Chinese workers to the American, which caused them great losses.

But now, all they felt was relief.

Apparently, all the families were killed, but Betancourt was unharmed.

Some people then became excited.

The Betancourt family already had great influence in eastern Cuba, and after the death of those families, the Betancourt family became the largest family in eastern and central Cuba.

They can also send people to contact those independent armies and bring them over.

The power of the Betancourt family will grow rapidly.

And the plantations...

(End of this chapter)