The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 7 Do you know that I have been waiting for you for a long time?

At this time, the bar was filled with smoke and noisy.

Many people were drinking cheap alcohol, smoking hand-rolled tobacco, and talking loudly.

Because the sound is so low, others can't hear it at all.

For them, the bar is a place for the group to gather, find jobs and connect with each other.

Some of them are similar to a collection of Chinese teahouses and guild halls.

At this time, in the corner, a group of people were playing cards with tobacco in their mouths.

One of them was Nickburn, a short man with high cheekbones, reddish-brown hair, wearing a dark shirt and a gray waistcoat.

He was the leader of this group of Irish people and also a broker. He would threaten the factory owners to use his people, and he would take a cut of the money.

Because the Chinese asked for very low wages and were very hardworking, many Irish people became unemployed and could not find jobs.

This is also the root cause of the conflict between the two sides.

"Have you seen Sean and Liam today? They went out to have fun last night and haven't shown up yet!" Nick Burn asked casually, cigarette in his mouth.

"Maybe he drank too much and is sleeping at home! They will definitely show up tomorrow!" someone immediately followed.

"Maybe he's hugging a girl and having fun somewhere. Otherwise, he won't be bitten by a rabbit, will he?" the third person laughed.

They all knew what fun those two were going out for.

In their eyes, those insects are just like rabbits. Even if you hit them with a stick, they don't know how to resist.

Even the gangs in Chinatown are fierce to their own people but very fawning to the white people outside.

Nickburn thought about it and realized that this was indeed the case, so he put the matter aside.

The most important thing is that the investigation bureau did not look for him.

You should know that the patrol captain in charge of this area in the Investigation Bureau is his man.

At this time, the criteria for the Bureau of Investigation to recruit police officers were very simple: they had to be American citizens who had lived in the United States for one year and had no criminal record.

Therefore, no matter whether you have received education or not, or what you did before, even if you are a miner or a farmer, you can join the Investigation Bureau as long as you are paid a sum of money.

The Irish generally have little education and it is difficult for them to achieve success in other industries. In addition, their political status is not low, so they are highly represented in the investigation bureau.

This is also why the group returned so smoothly yesterday, because Nick Burn has been targeting the Chinese outside Chinatown recently, and the captain here is his man, so no one has been arranged to patrol recently.

It was almost late at night when Nickburn got up, put on his coat and put a felt bowler hat on his head.

This is a type of hat that has only gradually become popular in the last twenty years or so. It is somewhat similar to a top hat, but is much cheaper. It is mainly liked by some middle-class people in cities.

Others also put on their coats and hats.

A group of people left the bar chatting and laughing.

Chen Zhengwei immediately noticed several people.

Although there were many people coming in and out that night, they were all dressed very casually. The most important thing was the hat. Everyone else was wearing flat caps, newsboy caps, etc.

It was almost midnight, and the only person I saw was wearing a bowler hat.

Chen Zhengwei adjusted his hat, reached out and touched the handle of the gun at his waist. After making sure that nothing would go wrong, he walked towards the few people with his cane.

The cane tapped on the stone on the ground, making a slight sound, but it was particularly clear at this time.

Several people immediately noticed Chen Zhengwei walking over and were a little surprised. After all, a gentleman should not appear here at this time.

Nickburn stopped, thinking the other party was looking for him.

Maybe they want me to help them with something or solve some problem?
This is quite common.

"Nick Burn?" Chen Zhengwei asked when he was about ten meters away.

"I am, who are you?" Nick Burn took out a cigarette box from his arms, took out a hand-rolled cigarette from it, put it to his mouth and lit it, but his movement paused the next second.

The man who came over took out a revolver from his waist.

At the same time Nick Burn finally saw the other person's face under the hat.

It turned out to be a young Chinese!
How dare those Chinese? Nick Burne's mind raced with thoughts, and he cursed: "FUCK!"

Subconsciously, I wanted to pull the person next to me to block in front of me.

However, the gun in Chen Zhengwei's hand was faster.

boom!
A flower of blood bloomed directly on Nick Burn's chest.

After firing a shot, the other hand quickly moved across the gun and pressed down the hammer with the base of the palm.

As the muzzle of the gun continued to light up, the face under the hat became clearer and clearer.

Chen Zhengwei still had a bit of dissatisfaction on his face: "Do you know that I have been waiting for you for a long time? Wait a little longer, today will be over!" He emptied six bullets directly, and Nick Burn was shot three times and fell to the ground on the spot, while only two of the four people around him fell down.

The Irishman who escaped the disaster saw that Chen Zhengwei's pistol had run out of bullets, and rushed towards Chen Zhengwei with a ferocious look on his face.

They now have only one thought in their minds: they must not let this insect escape.

"I'll kill you, bastard!" a tall Irishman said through his teeth.

Chen Zhengwei's eyes lit up. He understood this sentence and knew how to answer it.

With his level of English, he said the system is fucking stupid.

He immediately threw the gun to the ground, spread his hands, and said in a joking tone:
"Really? I don't believe it!"

"I will tear your head off with my own hands!" The other party cursed angrily. However, just as he rushed in front of Chen Zhengwei, he saw two axes suddenly appear in Chen Zhengwei's open hands.
His eyes froze for a moment. Where did the axe in this guy's hand come from?
Chen Zhengwei already had a grim smile on his face as he chopped the axe down.

The axe hit him directly on the wrist, almost cutting it off.

The Irishman screamed, and some fear finally appeared in his eyes, and then another axe hit his neck.

The other short Irishman was also startled, but it was too late to run away.

Chen Zhengwei pulled out the axe and threw it directly at him, hitting him in the chest and almost killing him.

Then he swung another axe at him, and the axe hit his shoulder and got stuck in his shoulder blade and couldn't be pulled out.

Chen Zhengwei let go and crashed into his arms, with a short knife in his hand. He stabbed him quickly, several times in a row, before the other party fell to the ground.

The dagger in Chen Zhengwei's hand disappeared. He stepped on him and pulled out the axe stuck on his shoulder with force.

This thing can be stored in space and taken out at any time. It is very useful and should not be wasted.

The Irishman who rushed out of the bar after hearing the gunshots screamed when he saw this scene.

Chen Zhengwei looked up at them, pointed at them with the axe in his hand, then took a few steps forward and kicked Nick Burns, turning him over.

When the Irish saw the few people lying on the ground, their eyes turned red and they quickly ran back to the bar to grab chairs and sticks as weapons.

Chen Zhengwei took advantage of this time to squat down and pull out a golden pocket watch from Nick Burn's vest pocket.

He had just seen a chain emitting a golden luster under the gas lamp on the lamppost.

He likes it very much and it suits his status very well.

It's his now.

At the same time, he saw Nick Burn had a gun on his waist, a revolver like his own.

By the time five or six Irish men rushed out with stools and sticks, Chen Zhengwei had already put the axe back into the space and was pointing Nick Burn's pistol at everyone.

Bang bang bang!
With six gunshots, two people fell on the spot, and the rest ran back to the bar and never dared to come out again.

"I heard you guys are pretty aggressive... but it looks like you guys aren't very brave!"

Chen Zhengwei stepped back step by step, jokingly speaking.

He picked up the top hat and gun that fell on the ground, took out a silk scarf, and calmly wiped the blood splattered on his face.

By the time they dared to carefully peek over, Chen Zhengwei had already disappeared into the darkness.

"Is it solved? No accidents, right?" Chen Zhenghu quickly followed Chen Zhengwei.

"How could such a small thing be so surprising?" Chen Zhengwei sneered.

After hearing this, Chen Zhenghu finally felt relieved.

As Chen Zhengwei walked, he broke the gun in half, and the shells popped out and fell to the ground.

He took out a few more bullets from his pocket and stuffed them in, then put the gun back into his waist, put his arm around Chen Zhenghu's neck and said, "Tomorrow morning, go find Huang Baoru and tell him that it's solved!"

"He should be able to find out easily!"

"Tell him to prepare the money, I will go to him."

As Chen Zhengwei spoke, he felt a little excited.

Looking forward to what Huang Baoru will do.

"Also, what procedures are required to join the guild?"

"Just register your name, and the rest is to pay the money! 5 dollars a year! It's nothing to you!" said Chen Zhenghu.

In just these few days, he probably has understood a little bit about Chen Zhengwei's character.

He acts lawless, spends lavishly, and doesn't take money seriously at all.

　It’s Monday, please give me tickets and rewards for next month.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)