America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 262 Feed the Sharks

The bearded man trembled.

"Oh, it's you." Chen Jianqiu glanced over.

He waved.

The back of the bearded man's head was hit by the butt of a gun, and he fell forward.

And other people, basically the same fate.

Among the workers in the outhouse of the trade union, only Huangmao was still awake.

"Who are you?" Huang Mao raised his head, "What are you going to do?"

It was not Chen Jianqiu who answered him, but another gun butt.

Huangmao fainted.

A member of the Longxiang team next to him pulled out the rope and tied him up firmly.

Chen Jianqiu glanced around.

Tables and chairs are placed in a mess, cigarette butts of cheap cigarettes are scattered all over the floor, and a pile of empty wine bottles can be seen on the table, under the table, under the chairs, and in the corner.

The air was filled with the smell of smoke and alcohol, which was choking.

Chen Jianqiu rubbed his nose:

"Can this fucking be considered a trade union?"

A group of rabble, hooligans and hooligans.

He suddenly had an idea to teach these people what a real trade union is.

"What about these people?" Li Sifu pointed to the dock workers lying on the ground.

"Take the yellow hair away, and lock the others in the house." Chen Jianqiu glanced at the group of people. "Since they like setting fire, let's give them a fire too."

"okay!"

Li Sifu ran out, and after a while, he came back with a small bucket of kerosene.

After everything was ready, everyone in Longxiang's group exited the room.

Chen Jianqiu was the last one to come out of the room. He took out the Pinkerton metal badge from his pocket and threw it into the room.

The sound of horseshoes sounded on the pier again.

Chen Jianqiu led the members of Longxiang Group to gallop along the road by the sea.

Behind them, soon, the flames burst into the sky.

"Boss, where are we going next?" Li Sifu asked.

"where to."

Chen Jianqiu pointed to a cliff by the sea in the distance.

In the moonlight, the waves beat hard and hit the cliffs and the reefs below, making roars.

The yellow hair was woken up by a slap and a salty sea breeze.

When he woke up, he found that he had been dragged to the edge of the cliff.

"Stand still!" Li Sifu supported him, and then took a few steps back.

Huangmao looked behind him.

The cliff went straight up and down, so high that even if he just looked down from the top, his legs would be shaking all the time.

Below is the bare reef, as long as you fall, there is a high probability of falling on it, you will definitely be smashed to pieces, and there is no possibility of survival.

He turned his head to see at least two guns pointed at him.

"Don't, don't kill me!" Huang Mao knelt down directly, his hands were tied behind his back, which made him lose his balance and hit his face on the ground.

He struggled like a live maggot scalded by boiling water.

Li Sifu and another soldier lifted him up from the ground, but Huang Mao quickly knelt down again, and the two could only let him lie face down like this.

His legs are already weak.

"I heard that you were the first to rush into Chinatown a few years ago?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"It's not me, it's not me, it's 'chest hair'! It's 'chest hair'!" Huang Mao shook his head desperately.

"I heard that every Friday, you would take your brothers at the dock to sweep up the houses and shops of the Chinese workers near the dock, looting or smashing?" Chen Jianqiu walked to his side and squatted down.

"No, we are borrowing, and borrowing something to use!" Huang Mao kept explaining with a strong desire to survive.

"I also heard that the Chinese laborers at the two piers disappeared last month, and their bodies have not been found until now. Does this have anything to do with you?" Chen Jianqiu took out a dagger, and used both sides of the dagger to flick Huang Mao's face back and forth. friction.

"No! Really not! I don't know what you said!" Feeling the coldness of the dagger, Huang Mao's breathing almost stopped.

He decided not to admit it, because if he admits it, he will definitely die.

Chen Jianqiu pinched his chin and pushed his head towards him.

"Ah~"

Huangmao let out a scream, and he felt that his neck had been broken.

Chen Jianqiu removed the cloth covering his face.

"Then it was you who broke the arm of that little Huagong this morning, right?"

"It's you?" Huang Mao, who was still panting heavily, stopped breathing for an instant, and he saw Chen Jianqiu's face clearly through the moonlight.

"You, haven't you already broken my head?" Huang Mao pointed to his blood-stained forehead, which was wrapped in a piece of gauze.

"I, I am not worthy of death!" He begged bitterly.

"Originally, there was room for negotiation, but it was you who made this matter so that there was no room for compromise." Chen Jianqiu narrowed his eyes, "This is about survival, you die, I live."

Huangmao suddenly understood.

Chen Jianqiu took off the face scarf and let him see his face. He didn't intend to let him live at all!

Thinking of this, his expression suddenly became ferocious:
"Yes! Not bad! I'm not the first to break into Chinatown, but I'm the one who smashed the most!"

"Friday, it's not a robbery, it's a carnival, it's shopping! You know? Shopping without paying! The stuff in it is ours!"

"As for those two dock workers, where did they go? Then you have to ask the sharks in the sea, hahahaha!"

Huang Mao, who knew he was going to die, had already begun to laugh wildly at himself. He crazily challenged the bottom line of the surrounding Longxiang team members and Chen Jianqiu.

"Did you think there were only two dock workers dead? No, no, you can go to the lighthouse at Point Reyes and look for it, if you can still find it, hahaha!"

"You should be kept in captivity like those Indian scumbags, and then disappear from this continent!"

"The bill has been passed, you are finished, ha ha ha ha!"

Suddenly, Huang Mao was speechless.

Chen Jianqiu's boots stepped on his cheek hard.

As soon as the owner of the boots exerted strength, Huang Mao's jaw dislocated in an instant, and there were only strange "humming" sounds.

The boots were raised again, and stepped down again.

This foot stepped on Huang Mao's cheekbone.

A "click" sound.

Huang Mao's face changed shape, and it seemed that the bones were probably cracked.

Chen Jianqiu took out the revolver from his waist, and shot him in the head with a blank expression.

Huang Mao died on the spot.

Chen Jianqiu turned around, Li Sifu and another person shot Huang Mao's body a few times,
They put the corpse into a sack, put a few stones in it, tied the mouth tightly, and pushed it off the cliff.

The fire at the pier quickly attracted the attention of surrounding residents and the nearest fire station, but when they rushed to the fire, the union building was reduced to a pile of ruins.

And those people in the trade union turned into charcoal, they lay in kerosene, and turned into the rats in the flames in their mouths.

The San Francisco Police Department quickly got involved in the matter.

At first, based on the wine bottles scattered on the ground, they judged whether the fire might have been caused by drunkenness.

But the amount of kerosene at the scene made them quickly deny this guess.

This is most likely an artificial arson.

The next morning, union leader Dennis Carney, also on the scene, tried to get in but was stopped by police officers.

"I'm Dennis Carney, leader of the Workers' Party! Let me in!" he yelled angrily from outside the barrier. "This is our place!"

Hearing that it was this person, the police detective had a headache and had to ask someone to bring him in.

"Mr. Carney, I understand your feelings, but please stay by my side. There is still danger at the scene." He pointed to a crumbling "carbon" beam hanging in the air not far away.

The identity of the person who was burned to death was quickly found out.

Carney didn't feel sad at all about the deaths of these people. These people were unstable bombs that would bring him trouble at any time.

However, the number of dead bodies and the number of missing people are one less.

As a result, the case became complicated and confusing.

"Sheriff, I found this at the scene." A police officer came to the detective with a badge in his hand.

This is the one that Chen Jianqiu left at the scene.

Pinkerton Detective Agency.

Both the detective and Carney knew each other, but their reactions were completely different.

The police detective fell into deep thought, but Carney's head suddenly seemed to be electrified.

He is familiar with the Pinkerton Detective Agency. Among the tasks of these people, there is often one item: suppressing strikes.Their figures have appeared more than once at the scene of the strike.

A series of information was strung together in his mind at once.

If these people are dead, there must be some value. Those bosses can eat human blood steamed buns, why can't I?

He doesn't care what the truth is, that's what the detectives should consider.

"Carney, do you want to postpone the speech and rally in the afternoon?" When Carney walked out of the scene, a Workers' Party worker next to him asked him.

"No, it will be held as usual, and it will not be postponed for a minute!" A smile appeared on the corner of Carney's mouth.

The afternoon meeting came as scheduled.

As thousands of workers looked on, California Workers Party leader Dennis Carney stood on stage, raising his arms and chanting:
"The Boss' lackey, Detective Pinkerton, is in San Francisco again! They have kidnapped our fellow workers, set fire to the union premises, and burned the workers who worked in it!"

"Support the strike! Force the bosses to agree to our conditions!"

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(End of this chapter)