America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 290 We found Chen Changluo, what does it have to do with Chen Jianqiu?
The murderer didn't have any intention of running away, so he stood under a tree outside the yard, holding a gun in his hand, aiming at Pulitzer on the ground and preparing to continue shooting.

Chen Jianqiu stood up, picked up the chair he was sitting on and threw it over.

Before the murderer could fire a second shot, he was knocked to the ground by a chair.

Chen Jianqiu jumped over the low yard fence, strode up to the murderer, pulled out the rope from his pocket, and tied the murderer tightly.

Pulitzer himself was stunned by what happened before his eyes.

Not because of the shooting itself.

As a veteran of the Civil War, he was not afraid of bullets, but was amazed by Chen Jianqiu's skill.

Rescuing him, throwing chairs, tying up the murderer, all in one go, faster than any policeman he knew.

Is it really so smooth?
Before he came back to his senses, there was only a "plop".

The murderer was thrown back into the yard.

This person was dressed in a very gentlemanly manner, not at all like a desperate thug, much less a professional killer.

Except for the fact that his first shot was a bit on point, his subsequent response was extremely bad.

"Pulitzer, you bastard! I'm going to kill you!" He lay on the ground struggling, "You insulted my reputation and ruined me!"

"It seems that you have a lot of enemies." Chen Jianqiu patted the ashes on his hands, "Call the police, I'll go first."

He was about to leave the Pulitzer yard when he saw a group of men trotting towards him with guns.

Two of them were wearing black coats, and Chen Jianqiu looked familiar with the badges on their chests.

"Mr. Pulitzer! Mr. Pulitzer! We heard a shot! What's going on?" A man in a patrol hat stepped over the low fence and jumped in.

He was so flustered that he tripped over the fence and staggered to Pulitzer.

The patrol captain helped his crooked hat, blinked his eyes, looked at the tied murderer on the ground, thought over and over his words, not knowing what to say.

"I was shot just now! It's in the yard of my house!" Pulitzer saw the panicked policeman in front of him, and suddenly became angry and shouted at him.

"A man, in broad daylight, with a gun, shot at me outside my yard! You didn't find him suspicious when you were patrolling?" Pulitzer straightened his clothes.

"In this kind of place, the safety of citizens cannot be guaranteed! Our taxpayers' money is wasted? If it weren't for this gentleman, I'm afraid I would have died!" He pointed to Chen Jianqiu beside him.

Sweat dripped from the captain's brow.

This area is a wealthy area, and the people who live there are either rich or expensive. The San Francisco police have arranged a large number of police officers to patrol the surrounding area, and the Pinkerton Detective Agency has also sent two people to assist.

If something goes wrong, I'm afraid my job will be gone.

What's more, the person in front of him is still a newspaper owner, so he may not know how to criticize his incompetence.

"Mr. Pulitzer, we are very sorry that you were shot, but I remember reminding you that it is best for people like you not to stay outside unprotected !"

The Pinkerton detective who had come with him spoke.

"After all, San Francisco is not very safe during this period of time. Since the last time the pier caught fire, the workers have not been very peaceful." He stared at Pulitzer, sniffing his nose, "What's more, you Offended many people!"

Pulitzer snorted: "As an American citizen, don't you even have the freedom to stay in your own yard and bask in the sun? As for those workers, why should I be afraid of them! I'm just speaking the truth for the common people!"

The Pinkerton detective didn't want to tangle with the newspaper tycoon in front of him, so he turned to interrogating the man who was lying on the ground and attacked Pulitzer.

The interrogation went well.

That person had no intention of hiding his identity at all.

He was a lawyer, and he was very upset that a Pulitzer newspaper attacked his defense, saying that he had committed perjury.

The truth is, he did perjure himself.

This discredited him.

If a lawyer loses his reputation, the blow is devastating.

In desperation, evil grew out of the guts, which led to this attack.

Everything seemed to work out satisfactorily.

Detective Pinkerton turned to Chen Jianqiu: "This gentleman, thank you for your shot, which saved Mr. Pulitzer from harm."

"I don't have anything to do, I'll leave first." Chen Jianqiu didn't plan to deal too much with these Pinkerton detectives.

This is mainly out of consideration for their safety.

After all, Chen Jianqiu alone killed dozens of Pinkerton detectives with his own hands.

"Chen, uh, I'm sorry about the statue." Pulitzer walked in front of Chen Jianqiu and said to him, "I know, you and your clan are very difficult, I take back those words and prejudices I just said. "

"You saved my life, if you need my help with anything, come and find me in New York," Pulitzer said.

Chen Jianqiu nodded, put on his hat, turned and left Pulitzer's house.

"By the way, what was that gentleman's name just now?" The detective asked Pulitzer when he saw Chen Jianqiu left.

"His name is Chen Jianqiu." Pulitzer replied.

And the two Pinkerton detectives exchanged winks, and they found an excuse and left Pulitzer's house.

"What did the surname Li say about the suspect's name?"

Under the tree at the door of the house, a Pinkerton detective took out a cigarette and handed it to his colleague.

"It seems to be called Li Changluo." The colleague dug through his clothes for a long time, but couldn't find a match. "Is there a fire? Borrow a fire!"

"But that man's name is Chen Jianqiu." Detective Pinkerton, who was handing the cigarette, struck the match absently, but never lit it.

"Then it's not just one person, but a group of people who have been neurotic all day long." The colleague glanced at him, snatched the match from him, and lit a cigarette for himself.

Chen Jianqiu, who was already on his way back to the city, didn't let Hei Luobo slow down.

He originally planned to kill the two Pinkerton detectives, but it was difficult to do so in Pulitzer's house, and the two didn't seem to follow.

Detective Pinkerton appeared in San Francisco, he had expected it earlier.

What happened last time poured dirty water on them, and based on what he knew about Pinkerton, this group of people would never let it go.

As long as the hand is withdrawn from the strike movement, the Pinkerton Detective Agency is expected to find its own troubles soon.

After thinking about it, the surrounding buildings gradually increased, and he also returned to the city of San Francisco.

Chen Jianqiu identified the direction and planned to carry out his second task of the day - to find Huang Qingyun.

So, he rode a black radish and headed towards the pier.

But when he got near the "Huagong Mutual Aid Association", he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Originally, this pier was dominated by Chinese laborers, but now there are some strange people for some reason.

They were dressed in worker's clothes, but their hands were unskilled. Some of them put on a hat and leaned against the wall, smoking a cigarette idly.

They all looked towards the courtyard of the Chinese Labor Mutual Aid Association from time to time.

It seemed that Huang Qingyun was also being targeted.

Chen Jianqiu glanced at the pier from a distance, then turned his horse's head and headed towards the hotel.

If you can't come during the day, then come again at night.

(End of this chapter)