America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 122 The Reliable Hanif
Hernandez hasn't figured out how to contact the Astor family to demand the ransom.

Astor III was already furious in the office.

News of his precious son's disappearance reached New York that same day.

The news was sent to him by the steward by urgent telegram.

The butler was cornered in the scholar's room, and then wrapped up in a common car by a gang of "unarmed" Pinkerton detectives.

"Where's the young master?" Butlers, the "elites" of Pinkerton.

"Is he still in the room?" Bisping, who had just become the leader, replied blankly. Russell had arranged all of Astor's security work before, and he knew nothing about it.

After the train stopped, the steward ran to the rearmost carriage, but it was empty.

The steward immediately told Colonel Crook the news, and asked his cavalry team to help him find his master.

Colonel Crook said righteously:

"Mr. Astor was probably taken away by those Indians. Don't worry, I will try my best to hunt them down, and at the same time, I will try my best to rescue Mr. Astor."

If it were someone else, it must be a big deal for the heir of the Astor family to disappear in his own jurisdiction.

But Crook is different. As a top student who graduated from West Point Military Academy, he has his pride.

It is also because of this that he is the worst in the same session.

Compared with Astor, he was more concerned about the whereabouts of his old opponent, Geronimo.

If he chases that Indian, he will definitely kill him. As for the life and death of that rich young master, it has nothing to do with him.

How could the old butler, who was proficient in personnel affairs, fail to see what Crook was thinking, and he was so anxious that he immediately sent a telegram to the headquarters of the Astor family in New York State after the train arrived in Santa Fe.

"Trash, it's all trash!" Astor III was furious, his precious son was the sole heir of the family designated by his father.

To put it bluntly, if it wasn't for his son, he might not even be able to sit in the position of Patriarch.

My son must find a way to find it, immediately!immediately!

Pinkerton's bastards can't believe it now; put pressure through their connections in the political world?But the emperor is far away from Shan Gao, and the leaders of the Arizona Military Region all have this attitude, which is obviously unreliable.

Astor III looked for someone who could help in his mind, while raising his pen to write a telegram to the housekeeper.

We can only let the housekeeper in New Mexico figure out a way first.

He wrote furiously.

"John! John!"

The secretary outside the door was called in, Astor tore off the paper on the notebook in front of him, then turned around and took out a check from the safe, filled in a number on it, stamped it, and handed it to secretary.

"Remit the five thousand dollars to the steward, and send him a telegram according to the content."

The housekeeper who was still waiting for news at the train station received a telegram from Astor III, which was surprisingly simple:
Find a reliable person locally to act cheaply, the fee has been remitted, and if it is not enough, contact me again.

The housekeeper looked desperate.

Reliable person?Where can there be reliable people in this unfamiliar place?

If my young master is really in the hands of that Indian God of War, the U.S. Army has nothing to do with them, and the Pinkerton Detective Agency, known as the number one security company, is collectively disarmed by them, what can I do?
He dragged his heavy steps towards the platform.

As he passed the platform, he passed two people, one with a raised beard and one who looked like he was underage.

Hanif and Downey were also on the terrace. After they took the yellow cowboy hat to the nearest town, they saw the reward notice for this man on the bulletin board at the gate of the security station.

Therefore, when they walked out of the gate of the security station, they were in a very happy mood.

Because Hanif has an extra $249 in his hand.

"Boss, what should we do now?" Downey asked the bounty hunter beside him who was still counting the banknotes happily.

"Shut up! I'm not your boss, our boss is on that train now!" Hanif sternly corrected Downey,
"What should I do? Of course continue to follow him!"

I have never seen such a good deal. I shot a few shots casually and charged one or two hundred dollars for running errands.

Following this Chinese people must have meat to eat, and if there is meat to eat, it is the boss.

They planned to go straight to the next stop on the train, the capital of New Mexico: Santa Fe, and wait.

However, when they finally saw the train pull into the station, they were dumbfounded.

For special reasons, Santa Fe became the terminal of this train, but Hanif did not see Chen Jianqiu and others until the passengers on it got off.

A curly-haired middle-aged man came down from the luxury car, and Hanif looked familiar.

Isn't this person the writer who was in the same car with Chen Jianqiu and sitting next to him?How did he go to the back compartment?

Hanif was about to stop him, but the butler's voice came from behind:

"Mr. Mark Twain, I'm really sorry that something like this happened. I'm here to deal with these difficult things now, and I can't take care of you."

After the incident, Mark Twain became the first object of Crook's questioning, because Chen Jianqiu, who disappeared with the Indians, was his bodyguard in name.

But they quickly figured out that this was a misunderstanding, and the writer would not know Chen Jianqiu better than they did.

"Do you want to try to call the police?" The writer held the box in his hand and advised the sad-faced housekeeper.

"It's useless. If it's those Indians, Colonel Crook has already said that he will help solve it, and the police can't help at all; if it's those who pretend to be your bodyguards, the police will only reward them for helping them, and this kind of thing, It’s better not to make a big fuss.”

The butler sighed.

"I can only find reliable local people to solve this kind of thing. I am going to try my luck at the local chamber of commerce."

Hanif turned around and stood in front of the butler.

He had already bought a brand new hat and a cool leather jacket with the money Chen Jianqiu gave him, and before coming to the train station, he even stopped by to fix his hair and beard.

The butler, who was talking to Mark Twain, didn't even notice a person nearby. He ignored Hanif and continued talking to the writer.

"Hey, sir, I just heard that you have a kidnapping case to deal with?" Hanif gave up trying to attract the butler with his charm, and said directly to him, "Will you consider me? I'm an expert in this regard."

Only then did the housekeeper notice Hanif and gave him a suspicious look.

Downey took out the reward order that was marked with a cross in his arms, and showed it to the butler: "We just caught a group of robbers on the train."

Mark Twain finally saw Hanif. He only knew that this man listened to Chen Jianqiu, so he nodded, "Well, yes, this man is reliable."

The butler was overjoyed, and held Hanif's hand tightly: "That's up to you."

"So, who is the kidnapped person?"

"My young master, I was in the same car as you before."

"Well, does the person who kidnapped him have any clues?"

"Probably a team led by a group of Indians and a skin-changing Asian."

"emmmmm..."

Hanif fell into deep thought, his mind was spinning rapidly, and then he agreed.

The housekeeper made an appointment with Hanif to discuss the follow-up matters at the chamber of commerce in Santa Fe later, and he was going to the bank.

Hanif watched him go away with satisfaction.

"Hey, it's still Chen who is ruthless. This guy is rich at first glance. Let's act as a middleman and talk to Chen later. It's not a crime."

Downey's voice came faintly from the side:

"But, we don't know where the boss is now."

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