America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 295 Li Shiri's Bottom Line
Half an hour after the three of Wyatt left, Li Shiri appeared at the door of the archives.

Afraid that others would notice him, he lowered his head and followed a staff member carrying a bag into the gate.

As Li Shiri walked in, he glanced around from the corner of his eye to see if there were any other Pinkerton detectives in the archives.

Then, his eyes met the patrol captain who was leading people out.

At this time, the captain was thinking about Wyatt's arrogant appearance just now, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

He happened to see Li Shiri walking towards him, and at the same time saw the Pinkerton badge on his chest.

"Trash!" He spat at the Chinese opposite him.

Li Shiri turned his head slightly to avoid the "biochemical attack" of the patrol captain. He had a gloomy face and clenched his hands into fists.

But he still didn't have the courage to punch the captain of the patrol, but buried his head deeply again, and hurriedly passed by the captain.

The captain was disappointed, feeling very upset, and was about to step forward to block Li Shiri's way.

But the younger brother at the side reminded him that he had to go back and report the results of the data retrieval to the director.

So, in the end, he chose to utter a harsh sentence: "You guys wait for me, we'll see!"

Although Li Shiri was inexplicably angry at the patrol captain, he had no intention of thinking about it.

Instead, he walked straight into the glass door.

After Li Shiri showed his ID to the blond boy at the reception, he asked eagerly, "Did my colleague check the information just now?"

The young man looked at the name on his certificate, then at Li Shiri, with a strange expression on his face: "Um, yes, sir."

"Whose data are they accessing?"

"Um, they..." The young man returned Li Shiri's ID to him, hesitant to speak.

"Please tell me." Li Shiri quietly handed over fifty cents to the blond boy and said in a low voice.

"They are accessing your data."

Li Shiri's face was ashen.

It seemed that the people from the Pinkerton Detective Agency had doubts about themselves. If they found out that the identity certificates they provided were false, they would definitely be sent back to their country.

On the other side of the ocean, there are many people who want his life.

Li Shiri turned his head and left.

He decided to gamble one more time, to see if his junior could change his life and make the person in charge of Pinkerton turn a blind eye to his deception.

Ten minutes later, he returned to the door of the San Francisco office of the Pinkerton Detective Agency.

Pinkerton's office in San Francisco, located on Jackson Street, was originally headed by the great Lynch who died in the valley of New Mexico.

He rented a front room on this street, and usually only put one or two liaison officers here.

At that time, no one cared about here, and there were few birds.

After the dock union fire, Pinkerton realized his lack of power in this important west coast town.
The second son of agency founder Alan Pinkerton, William Pinkerton, moved here and established the Western General Headquarters here.

Little Lynch in the original "Three Heroes of the West" disappeared, and even the body has not been found until now; Dolby was inexplicably killed by a gang of bandits, leaving only the oldest and most experienced Hellman.

What's even more unbearable is that they were planted in San Francisco some time ago.

Alan Pinkerton couldn't bear this tone, and he decided to investigate the truth.

He sent a large number of employees over.

So now it's buzzing again.

Li Shiri put his hands in his pockets and walked into the gate of the office.

There were many detectives coming and going in the corridor, but few of them waited to see Li Shiri.

If it was because of the color of his skin that he was so frequently stared at on the patrol, it wasn't just because of his color that he was always looked at through the nostrils at the Pinkerton Detective Agency.

In the eyes of those Pinkerton detectives whose eyes are higher than their heads, he is useless except for being able to fight.

Li Shiri lowered his head and walked into his team's lounge.

To his surprise, his captain and his teammates were all there.

And his teammates were all looking at him with strange eyes.

Li Shiri didn't have the time to care about the gazes of these people, but went straight to his captain:

"Captain, I want to see Mr. Pinkerton, I have urgent business with him!"

The captain leaned his butt against the table, as if he didn't hear Li Shiri's words.

He folded his hands in front of his chest, lit a cigarette for himself, and glanced at Li Shiri: "Why did you go back early last night?"

Li Shiri was stunned: "I'm not feeling well, didn't I report to you in advance?"

"Then where did you go this morning?" The captain took a drag on his cigarette, tilted his head and looked at Li Shiri.

Li Shiri felt something was wrong.

The captain's current tone seemed to be interrogating a prisoner.

He thought for a while, and decided to answer truthfully: "I went to have a coffee with my junior brother. Yes, you heard me right, it's my junior brother who is seriously suspected of the arson case at the pier."

"That's what I'm going to report to Mr. Pinkerton," he added.

The captain snorted, and seemed not interested in this matter: "Robert's wallet is lost."

As if struck by lightning, Li Shiri glanced at the other team members in the room and took a deep breath: "You don't suspect that I stole it, do you?"

"We didn't say anything." The owner of the wallet, Robert, shrugged, "But we all agree that you are the most suspect."

The other people present did not speak, but judging from their expressions, Robert's words represented their views.

"If you don't mind, can we have a search?" the captain said.

Li Shiri finally couldn't bear it anymore, his face darkened, and his voice was cold: "I'll work my life for you, and you actually suspect me of doing such a thing?!"

The team members looked left and right, and several people stepped forward, ready to start.

"I don't think who would dare?" Li Shiri finally stiffened up and roared with astonishing momentum.

The few people who were just about to approach were overwhelmed by his momentum and stopped their movements.

They have seen this person's skill before, if they rush forward, they may not be able to do anything good, if they are unlucky, they may lose their arms and legs.

The captain drew his gun from his waist.

And those team members, following their captain, drew their guns one after another.

For a while, a dozen gun barrels were pointed at Li Shiri.

"How can I be humiliated by a body search? How can you stain my innocence?!" Facing the dozen or so gun barrels, Li Shiri's voice was like a bell, his words were sonorous and powerful, and his voice echoed in the room.

"I will do it myself!"

He started to take out his pockets, and under the watchful eyes of everyone in the room, he turned the contents inside out one by one.

Small change, certificates, keys, unfinished cakes in the morning...

However, when his hand touched the last item in his pocket, his fingers felt like they were electrocuted.

This thing doesn't seem to belong to him.

The captain saw that Li Shiri's expression was different, and moved his gun: "Take it out!"

Li Shiri stood there in embarrassment, hesitating.

"Hurry up! Take it out, I won't repeat it a second time!" The captain issued a warning, and his thumb reset the hammer of the revolver.

Li Shiri had no choice but to take that thing out of his pocket.

Everyone's eyes fell on the table following that thing.

The last thing Li Shiri took out was Robert's lost wallet.

"I'll just fucking say..." Robert swears, and he steps forward, grabbing Li Shiri's collar.

But Li Shiri, who was in a state of despair, didn't even escape.

"Let go of him." The captain was more reasonable and asked Robert to let go.

He turned to Li Shiri: "Everyone has stolen money, what else do you have to say?"

Li Shiri remained silent and did not answer.

"Don't worry, I won't hand you over to those idiot policemen in San Francisco." The captain ticked his fingers at the Chinese in front of him, "Pinkerton can't afford to lose this guy."

"Put him in a confinement room and wait." He told the two team members beside him, "Stop him for a few days first, and then hand it over to the judge, or we should deal with it internally. Let me discuss it with the officer."

Two team members pointed guns at Li Shiri and took him into the confinement room.

　One more, two more later
　　
　
(End of this chapter)