1850 American Gold Tycoon.

Chapter 222 Colt Is My God

Every city has its crudest places.

Like Houston, the most vulgar places in New York are the cesspools next to slaughterhouses and tanneries.

Here is where the dirtiest sewage and urban waste in New York City gather, and it is also a place where all New Yorkers stay away.

If anything, New York's catchment ponds are bigger and more foul-smelling than the ones in Houston.

As early as 1802, New York's sewage collection pond not far from City Hall had been landfilled, but sewage collection ponds inevitably appeared where there were slaughterhouses and tanneries.

The old sewage collection ponds were landfilled, and new sewage collection ponds soon appeared again.

"Pinkerton, are you sure you want to do this? The person in charge of this casino is not an ordinary person, and has a lot of connections with New York City councilors."

Under the night, Kony watched Pinkerton's agents throw the captured gangsters and casino owners with their hands tied beside the sewage collection tank, and said worriedly.

He wanted his $4 back, but didn't want too much trouble.

"If you are also an ordinary person, it may be difficult to properly resolve this matter."

Pinkerton put his hands on his hips, chewing on the tobacco leaves, and said to Connie.

"He is not an ordinary person, and you are not an ordinary person, don't worry, I used to be a police officer and know where the legal bottom line of the United States is.

I knew these guys well, too, having dealt with various gambling stalls as a cop in Chicago, I knew these guys well.

If you want to get back the $4 that was robbed, this is the fastest way! "

"Let me just believe you for a while." Coney pouted.

"Look at mine."

Pinkerton spit the shredded tobacco leaves he was chewing into the sewage collection tank.

He walked up to Hester, the person in charge of the casino, and patted the Colt revolver on his waist.

"Dude, you should know why I invited you here, and take out Mr. Coney's $5 as soon as possible."

"Where is the $5! It's only $4, did you remember it wrong?!" Hearst, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, hastily corrected.

"Oh? So you admit that you snatched back Mr. Coney's $5?" Pinkerton stared at Hearst with some amusement.

"No! No! After Mr. Coney won the bet, we readily gave him the $4 that Mr. Coney won on the spot!" Hurst's eyeballs rolled quickly, and he said that he had already thought about it on the road. good words.

"Sir, I think you are a foreigner. I have to remind you that my brother-in-law is a member of the New York City Council. If you let me go, I will pretend that nothing happened tonight. I promise God!"

"One, two, three, four, five, six, if God existed, he wouldn't accept promises from people like you."

Pinkerton took out the revolver from the holster on his waist, opened the cylinder, and said while counting the bullets in the cylinder.

"Fuck God, the Colt in my hand is my God."

"Sir, what are you doing? Talking about things is talking about things. There is no need to use guns. Oh, my God, do you bloody country savages only use guns to solve problems?"

Sturt only felt a chill on his forehead, and Pinkerton had already put the muzzle of the gun on his forehead.

Hearst, with his heart in his throat, cursed Pinkerton, a damn country savage, without hesitation.

"Of course not, I was just joking with you, Mr. Hurst."

Pinkerton put away the gun in his hand, smiled very kindly at Hearst, pointed to the pigs eating fish, animal offal, and all kinds of garbage by the side of the sewage collection tank, and said to Hearst.

"We will still use knives to solve problems. Have you seen these hungry pigs? These pigs will eat everything. If I use a knife to chop you into eight pieces and throw them into this sewage pool, it must be for these hungry pigs. Said, it must be a rare delicacy, they will eat all the flesh and blood on your body, without leaving a trace."

Pigs are the best scavengers, they eat everything, and they are very smart, even smarter than dogs, and they can go home by themselves.Pigs also have a good habit for murderers, and that is to stuff rotting rubbish into ditches.

The pigs next to the sewage collection pool are raised by the surrounding residents.

Hurst glanced at the pigs, and one of the pigs was chewing with relish the intestines of an unknown animal.

The pig's eyes seemed to be on him, and Hester trembled with terror.

Pinkerton spoke in a very calm tone, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing.

Hurst lowered his head, and glanced at the burly western guy out of the corner of his eye, thinking that this guy must have done such a thing, otherwise he wouldn't have spoken so clearly.

"I swear to God, Mr. Coney's $4 is really none of my business, it must be done by gang members! I hope you can find out and don't misunderstand good people!"

Hearst still insisted that his life is important, but $4 is not a small amount.

"It seems that you don't cry without seeing the coffin."

Pinkerton pulled off Hester's clothes, pulled out a sharp Illinois hunting knife, and gently scraped Hester's furry chest, and scraped off a mass of chest hair.

Pinkerton gently blew the remaining chest hair on the blade onto Hearst's face.

"Death or dollars?"

Pinkerton said impatiently.

"I'm not a particularly patient person."

"Damn! Terrible!"

Hearst made his choice quickly.

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Accompanied by Walter, Liang Yao went to Alison's factory to visit Alison and Nobel, who was an intern with Alison.

Nobel was a very talented person. In 1850, at the age of 17, Nobel was qualified as an engineer. He went to the United States to study abroad and continued to learn chemistry.

As soon as they arrived at the gate of Alison's workshop, they saw three policemen standing at the gate of the workshop and cowering.

"Sir, what happened here?"

Liang Yao asked the policeman standing at the door.

"We have received complaints from nearby residents that the workshop is conducting dangerous explosive experiments."

"It seems that this is not the first time you have received such complaints." Liang Yao looked at the cowering policemen and said.

"Yes, we are also very embarrassed." A policeman showed a very helpless expression, "Mr. Allison, the owner of the workshop, has legal procedures, and the surrounding residents also have their own reasonable demands. Give the residents an explanation."

"It's really difficult."

As soon as Liang Yao finished speaking, there was a loud explosion sound in the workshop, and Liang Yao subconsciously covered his ears.

California also used gunpowder to blast mountains and open mines to pave way for railways, but the power of black powder in this period was not satisfactory.

Although Liang Yao didn't know much about explosives, the explosion sound from the factory was obviously different from the explosion sound he heard in California before.

"Walter, let them stop the experiments in their hands for a while?"

Feeling the shock from the explosion, Liang Yao also felt guilty.

He knew that the Nobel family was all researching explosives. As for Alison, Nobel's current mentor, he was also a well-known explosives expert in the United States, and he had more than a dozen patents related to chemistry.

Not only in the United States, but also in Europe, Alison is well-known, otherwise Nobel would not have traveled across the Atlantic to find Alison to study in the United States.

(End of this chapter)