America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Night, 7:[-], San Francisco Dream Traveler Hotel.

"Boom, boom"

Xiao En stood at the door of Chen Jianqiu's room, looked at the left and right corridors, and then knocked lightly on the door.

The door was opened a crack, and Chen Jianqiu's face appeared in the crack:
"Come in." He opened the door a little.

Sean squeezed in sideways.

Except for him, the rest of the team had arrived, either standing or sitting in chairs.

The light in the room is not very bright, but it is basically enough. A kerosene lamp is placed on the table, illuminating everything in the room.

On Chen Jianqiu's bed, there was a large map of San Francisco spread out.

"Everyone is here, let's discuss the action plan." Chen Jianqiu closed the door.

Their plan this time is to burn all the immigration materials related to the Chinese in San Francisco, and these materials, according to Dylan, are now stored in the San Francisco archives.

For this plan, Sean and Hanif have known for a long time,
During the journey to San Francisco, Chen Jianqiu also communicated with the two newcomers.

To Chen Jianqiu's surprise, the two raised their hands in agreement.

"I am best friends with Adam, and his apprentice is also my apprentice. Although you are better than me now, I have nothing to teach you," Holiday said.

He was born to fear the chaos of the world, and he and Chen Jianqiu were even more like-minded.

"I just want to see them burn!" Wyatt's answer was much shorter.

The sheriff and Chen Jianqiu were completely different when they met for the first time. Now he is full of disdain for the laws and authority of the United States.

"I think there are still some loopholes in this plan." Wyatt touched his chin, thought for a while, and put forward his own opinion.

"Oh?" Everyone turned their heads, wanting to hear his opinion.

"If only the immigration files of the Chinese are burned, it will easily arouse suspicion." He said, "So, I suggest that all of them be burned, including the birth certificates of other citizens of San Francisco!"

"Hiss~" Chen Jianqiu glanced at the sheriff in front of him.

It seems that the identity of the sheriff in the past ten years has suppressed the wildness in his bones too much.

That's right, it's all burned, so I might as well burn more.

"Then, we now need to get the architectural drawings from the archives." Sean pondered for a while.

"You idiot, of course the blueprints of this kind of municipal buildings are usually kept in the archives." Hanif gave the black man a white look, "Can you have some common sense?"

Sean stuck out his tongue.

"Let's go check it out first." Chen Jianqiu said, "Go in and take a look, and you'll know."

"But the place we're going to should not be open to the public, right?" Sean was a little puzzled, "Why don't I go there tonight?"

"That's right, I think even if we can visit outside, we should not be allowed to enter the place where the materials are kept." Hanif rarely kept the same point of view with Sean.

"If you're the Pinkerton detective, it's not necessarily true." Chen Jianqiu took out a few more Pinkerton metal tags from his pocket.

"How much of this thing have you saved?" Hanif scratched his head.

"I have as many as they died last time." Chen Jianqiu handed them several metal tags, "We still need a few more documents."

"You won't let me steal it, will you?" Sean's eyes widened. "Although I admit that my skills are not bad, it's still a bit difficult to steal five copies at once."

"It's enough to steal a book." Chen Jianqiu pointed to a location on the map, "Pinkerton's liaison office is here, and they should have increased the number of people stationed in San Francisco recently. You should be able to find them near here."

Then he turned to Hanif: "Go get some clothes, you should know what those Pinkertons like to dress up like."

"You go get the fire oil, and study the retreat route." He arranged tasks for Wyatt and Holiday.

After staying in Chen Jianqiu's room for a while, everyone was busy with their own affairs.

About two hours later, Sean came back, he mysteriously took out a wallet from his pocket, and handed it to Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu opened it and found some small change and the ID card of Agent Pinkerton inside.

Sean lived up to the hype and got the stuff.

"As expected of my dear friend." Chen Jianqiu did not hesitate to praise himself.

He changed into a commoner coat, put on a hat, and walked out of the hotel.

Chen Jianqiu did not ride a horse, but turned all the way to the pier along the narrow alley.

At this time, the night was shrouded in fog, and there were only a few gas lamps flickering in the fog on the road near the pier.

Chen Jianqiu looked around.

There were already no pedestrians on the street, and those who had been watching during the day had also disappeared.

He lowered the brim of his hat, lowered his head and quickly crossed the road to Huang Qingyun's residence near the Chinese Mutual Aid Society.

Chen Jianqiu knocked lightly on the door panel.

There was no movement in the house.

He took a few more shots.

There were some noises and footsteps from inside. Through the gap under the door, some light could be vaguely seen gradually changing from dark to bright. It should be that the people in the room approached the door with lamps or candles.

"Who is it?" Huang Qingyun's voice came from the door, very low and vigilant.

"I, Chen Jianqiu."

There was another sound, and the latch behind the door was removed.

Huang Qingyun opened the door. He held a kerosene lamp in his left hand and a revolver in his waist. It seemed that he was holding this gun just now.

He first turned sideways to let Chen Jianqiu in, then poked his head out of the door, looked left and right, and after confirming that no one was following, he closed the door.

"Young Master, why are you here?" Huang Qingyun led Chen Jianqiu into the back room, "This place is being watched by Detective Pinkerton."

The house is small, there are many things, and there is almost no place to stay.

Huang Qingyun gave up the only stool to Chen Jianqiu, and sat on the bed himself.

"You also know Detective Pinkerton?" Chen Jianqiu felt that the matter was not simple. Could it be that these guys have already found Huang Qingyun's troubles first?
"Oh, how could I not know." Huang Qingyun sighed, under the dim light of the kerosene lamp, his face looked resentful.

"Your senior brother is now a Pinkerton detective!"

Chen Jianqiu narrowed his eyes.

That's pretty much their style.

He had seen blacks, Mexicans, even Indians at the Pinkerton detective agency.

As long as they can work hard for them, the Pinkerton Detective Agency doesn't mind being included, but it's hard to say what happens after they come in.

Huang Qingyun slapped his thigh: "I recognized him. He worked for foreigners in the police station before. I thought he was begging for his own protection to protect his compatriots. Who knows, I only saw him after I voted for that Pinkerton. true colors."

"He didn't dare to do anything to me on the surface, but he has already attacked the children in the mutual aid club in private." Huang Qingyun bit his lip, almost bleeding.

"Several people are missing. My subordinates say they were with Li Shiri before they disappeared."

"My men and I took guns and went to him to ask for someone, but he refused to admit it. We were just about to kill him, but Pinkerton's detectives arrived and said that Li Shiri was one of them."

"I see." Chen Jianqiu's expression turned cold.

"By the way, young master, is there anything you want to do in San Francisco this time?" Huang Qingyun regained his mood and asked.

"There's something important, I'll tell you when I'm free."

Chen Jianqiu took out the ID card of Detective Pinkerton that Xiao En got, and handed it to Huang Qingyun.

"There is one more important thing now. I need a master of fake certificates. You are familiar with it here. If you want to be reliable, it is best to be one of your own."

Huang Qingyun glanced at the certificate by the light of the kerosene lamp, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Young master, you are really looking for me for this matter."

"In my place, there is indeed a master of counterfeiting, but this person's temper is a bit strange."