America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 338 The Journey of the Fighter Team to the West

The old and the young of the DuPont family split up.

Not long after, a dozen or so men in suits and armor showed up on a train bound for New Mexico.

These people are thugs kept within DuPont, specially used to deal with these problems.

Back then, Henry relied on these people to fly his competitors.

But this time, they planned to have a good "chat" with Boss Chen.

On the train.

Joelyton Ackerman, the leader of the thugs, cracked his knuckles while looking out the window.

To be honest, it was also the first time he came to the west to do these things.

Previously, their main activities were in Eastern cities such as Boston and Chicago.

They will take the person who needs to talk to the outskirts of the city, tie them to a chair, and tie explosives under their chair.

Either agree or go to heaven.

He still has great confidence in his actions in the west this time.

One has a gun and another has gunpowder.

They are all in the United States, so the guns in the east can't be fired when they go to the west?
"Boss, why don't we go directly to Roswell? Instead, go to Santa Fe?"

A thug asked his superior in a low voice.

"Jennings, why do I feel that you haven't made any progress after following me for so long?" Ackerman continued to look out the window.

"Generally, those who do arms will support a few people. How many people will the surname Chen have? When the time comes, should we tie them up or not?"

"Isn't it inappropriate for the boss to make an appointment with the chamber of commerce in Santa Fe?"

Jennings felt that his ass was about to sit on it, so he stood up impatiently and grabbed the pants that were stuck to his ass.

"What do you think?" Ackerman asked back.

"I think this place is better in the suburbs, so that we can dispose of his body quietly after he finishes the plane." Jennings analyzed.

"Let's go to Santa Fe first, and after we're ready, we'll go to the chamber of commerce and inform him to change the location." Ackerman said his plan.

"Then what if he doesn't come?" Zhan Ning stared blankly at her boss, "He's not a fool, we, no, the reputation of the DuPont family is stink in the arms industry."

"It's not the first day of smelly, and we haven't done it before." Ackerman was irritated for no reason.

"If that's the case, we can find a way to sneak into their factories and blow up their factories!" Jennings understood.

It's not the first time that two people have done this kind of thing.

While the two were discussing, a siren suddenly sounded outside the window.

The train pulled into the station slowly.

Ackerman looked out the window, and the sign on the platform read the name of the station: Dodge City.

He also saw several police officers with guns boarding the train slowly.

"Retract the guns! Retract the guns! We are responsible for the safety of the rear section!"

They walked in along the aisle from the junction of the cars and began to collect the guns from everyone in the cars.

When they walked in front of the dozen thugs, the leader of a marshal and Akaman started to look at each other.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and hand in the guns, and they will be returned to you when you get out of the car." Said the policeman.

"Why? There is no reason to hand over guns in the United States! You are infringing on the people's right to hold guns!" Ackerman was quite dissatisfied.

The marshal smiled, obviously used to this kind of situation.

"It's okay if you don't hand in your gun, please get off this car! Our chairman of the board of directors said that the trains of the Santa Fe Railway must be safe and reliable! We must be responsible for the safety of other passengers."

The other passengers in the carriage nodded in agreement.

"But we bought a train ticket to Santa Fe!" Ackerman still wanted to continue pestering.

"Someone will make up the difference for you when you leave the platform." The marshal hardly thought about it, and immediately answered him.

"Detective Pinkerton has to hand in his gun when he comes," he added.

"Get down!" Ackerman waved at his dozen or so people.

A group of people cheered and were kicked out of the carriage.

The marshals and flight attendants threw their belongings out of the compartment very "intimately".

Ackerman turned his head and cursed.

However, the train whistle sounded again, completely covering up his scolding.

The train left, and the passengers who got off the train also left, leaving only a dozen or so of them blowing the air on the platform.

"Boss, what should we do next?" Jennings asked.

"What should I do? Buy a horse and go to Santa Fe!" Ackerman said angrily.

However, a few hours later, the news of the group's appearance had already reached the ears of Wyatt in Dodge City.

As a necessary station for the railway to enter New Mexico, the Border Detective Agency has all over Dodge City.

"Is it Pinkerton's detective?" Wyatt asked his subordinate.

"It doesn't look like, from the ticket, it's from Delaware."

"Delaware?"

Wyatt thought for a while, and suddenly thought of the letter from DuPont to Chen Jianqiu some time ago, and said to his subordinates: "Go and send a telegram to Boss Chen, he seems to be in the Santa Fe branch."

"Tell him the guests are coming."

Chen Jianqiu did arrive in Santa Fe.

One came for an appointment.

Secondly, he wants to meet Scott and solicit some business for his border detective agency.

"You run a militia and a detective agency, what exactly do you want?" Scott stood at the desk, looking warily at Chen Jianqiu, who was half lying on the sofa.

"The conscience of heaven and earth, you asked me to establish the militia organization! I spend money to support it, and eat ashes on the border every day!"

Chen Jianqiu sat up, crying out in pain.

"As for the detective agency, isn't that because the policemen under you are not good enough? People from the populist party are jumping up and down in New Mexico every day, and aren't the people from the Democratic Party also holding back to make trouble?"

Chen Jianqiu said angrily.

Scott was right.

He has been dreaming recently, dreaming that the office building representing his "Santa Fe Group" collapsed in a fire.

This is not a good sign.

With such a force in hand, it is equivalent to having another pair of eyes on New Mexico.

"Okay, I will discuss with the governor. We will outsource some business to you." Scott finally agreed.

Just when Chen Jianqiu stood up and was about to leave, Scott spoke again:
"By the way, do you want to join the Republican Party?"

Chen Jianqiu's footsteps stopped.

He turned his face away, and there was not much excitement in his voice.

"Fine, if your MPs will."

Chen Jianqiu left Scott's mansion and rode a black radish slowly towards White's office.

When he was at the gate, he also took a special look at the Pinkerton Detective Agency opposite.

No one is there.

Those who didn't know thought it was closed.

Chen Jianqiu patted the ashes on his body, turned around and walked into the gate of the Border Detective Agency.

In White's office, Detective Mazi passed the telegram sent by Wyatt from Dodge City to Chen Jianqiu.

"Boss, or I'll deploy directly and arrest them in Santa Fe." The pockmarked face told him that these people were not kind.

"They will definitely find another reason to change places when they arrive."

When he was at the Pinkerton Detective Agency, he had noticed the gang of DuPont thugs.

These people blatantly killed people outside Boston and several other cities, and their modus operandi was as if they were withdrawn.

But they got away with it because their boss was DuPont.

But Chen Jianqiu shook his head unexpectedly.

"Don't trouble the police in Santa Fe," Boss Chen said.

White was drinking water and almost choked on his boss's words.

Is this what he said?
"If you catch them in Santa Fe, you have to send them to the police station, and you have to find evidence to prosecute them. During the period, the police have to take care of the food and drink of these people. How troublesome is it?"

Chen Jianqiu played with a Spanish ornament on White's desk, and said slowly.

"From Santa Fe to Dodge City, as long as the railway can reach it, it is my territory."

"Give them a chance to pick a grave for themselves."

(End of this chapter)