America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Seeing the governor and Chen Jianqiu rushing down the stairs one after another, the remaining businessmen and the mayor on the platform of the bell tower knew it was time to run no matter how slow their reactions were.

They scrambled towards the stairs.

However, the stairway is extremely narrow, and at most one person can pass side by side at a time.

None of these rich businessmen want to be left behind.

So the stairway began to stage a wrestling contest.

Everyone knows that if you walk late, nine times out of ten you will be caught by the angry workers.

A fat beating is inevitable.

In case the scene gets out of control, it is not impossible to be hung up with street lights.

These wealthy businessmen have a clear understanding of what they do in their daily lives.

Who hasn't got something dirty on their hands?

They usually eat fat all over their bodies, and now they are relying on the scramble for the entrance of the corridor.

All of a sudden, people turned their backs on their backs, full of ugliness, and he didn't look like a gentleman in the past at all.

"Robert! You son of a bitch, my sister is your mother anyway, is that how you treat uncle?" An older wood dealer was pushed away by another fat man's shoulder, and sat on the ground cursing.

The latter didn't even look at the old man, and "thumped" down the stairs.

He took the lead and was the first to rush to the first floor.

Then, the fat man was dumbfounded.

"Where's my carriage?"

He rushed out the gate, stood in the street looking around blankly, and shouted.

"Carriage! Carriage!"

Yet no one responded to him.

The carriage and the groom all disappeared.

The wealthy businessmen behind them also ran to the door one after another.

They are facing the same dilemma as the fat man, and the carriage they are riding in does not know where to go.

"These bastards won't leave us and run away?" Eugene DuPont, the owner of the California Dynamite Factory, cursed.

But now is not the time to think about these things.

Because from the other end of the street, the shouts of the parade came.

The leading San Francisco police team appeared around the corner.

They saw the rich business owners standing at a loss on the street.

"There they are!" A policeman shouted, pointing in the direction of the wealthy businessmen.

In an instant, the policemen changed from walking to running, as if they had been beaten with blood, and rushed over in a swarm.

"Don't let the mayor and governor go! They're going to kill us! We'll ask them for an explanation!"

When the wealthy businessmen saw this, they didn't care about the carriage or not, and ran away.

This group of people is pampered and pampered on weekdays, and there are people serving them when they go in and out. They can't outrun the police who chase criminals all the year round and the workers who are always working.

Soon several "crane tails" were caught up.

"Where are the mayor and the governor? Tell me!" the workers knocked these people to the ground and asked.

"You guys are violating the laws of California, and you will be severely punished by the law!" The fat man who was the first to go downstairs just now tried to maintain his image.

A group of workers swarmed up and pressed the fat man down.

"When you asked people to deduct my working hours, why didn't you talk about the law? When you asked the supervisor to beat me, why didn't you talk about the law?" A lumberjack scolded while beating me.

After leaving a group of people to "entertain" these domineering guys, Duncan continued to chase forward with the vanguard.

Eugene Dupont panicked.

He cursed the governor a thousand times in his mind.

The old bastard wanted a telegram to call him from the East when he was all right at DuPont headquarters in Delaware.

I have crossed the entire United States, is it just to be beaten?
Besides, what does it matter to Governor Pinkerton to design something?He didn't participate in the decision-making in the middle!

Still, thinking about it that way, Eugene Dupont didn't dare stop and explain to the workers.

The workers who were killed in the explosion at the explosives factory were not compensated at all. The trade union knew very well that the young worker leader who gave a speech on the square came from the California explosives factory.

If he was caught, he would definitely have no good fruit to eat.

Even if it is not suspended by street lamps, it may not be able to escape if it is dragged along the street.

Thinking of this, Eugene turned his head involuntarily.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't look back, he almost scared half his life.

The workers and policemen who pursued him the most were less than 100 meters away from him.

Out of nowhere, Eugene burst out with astonishing power, lowered his head, accelerated again, and ran forward.

Even if he has lost a good leather shoe.

However, Eugene knew that he was close to the end of his strength.

He was sweating profusely, out of breath, and the top two buttons of his shirt had fallen off at some point.

Running this way, sooner or later he will be caught up.

"This way! This way!"

Suddenly, a voice came from in front of him.

When Youjin looked up, he found that Chen Jianqiu was running slowly in front of him, waving to him.

Youjin followed Chen Jianqiu into an alley, turned another corner, and then stopped.

"Chen, Mr. Chen, you, didn't you leave a long time ago?" Eugene asked, panting heavily, putting his hands on his knees.

"I'm not good at running." Chen Jianqiu replied solemnly.

His voice just fell.

Another voice came from the alley.

"Go in and have a look. I seem to see those two people entering this alley."

"What are you doing? Run away!"

Chen Jianqiu started running again.

Eugene had no choice but to follow behind him.

While running, Chen Jianqiu suddenly stopped.

As soon as he braked, Eugene almost hit him from behind.

"What's the matter, Mr. Chen? Yue~" Eugene bent down, holding on to the wooden fence that was half the height of a person beside him, and began to retch.

"It seems that there are people coming from the opposite side." Chen Jianqiu pointed to the front of them.

Eugene struggled to lift his head.

There was indeed a group of workers coming towards them from the opposite side.

Some of these workers he knew, all from his California explosives factory.

If the policemen and workers who were chasing him just now might let him go without knowing the situation, this group of people will never let him go.

The voice behind him was also getting closer.

Eugene was desperate.

There are obstacles in the front and pursuers in the back. There is a block at both ends, and there is no escape.

"Mr. Chen, we are finished." He looked at Chen Jianqiu.

But Chen Jianqiu suddenly smiled evilly at him.

He jumped up on the spot, grabbed the upper edge of the wall around him with both hands, then did a pull-up, and climbed up to the top of the wooden wall.

"I'm leaving first, bye!" Chen Jianqiu waved goodbye to Youjin, and then disappeared from the wall with a "whoosh".

Eugene looked dumbfounded.

Is this a gifted skill unique to Chinese businessmen?Why does it seem that climbing a wall is easier than drinking saliva?

"Chen, Boss Chen! You, take me with you!" Eugene shouted towards the empty wall.

No one responded to him.

Eugene looked at the workers who had surrounded him:

"You, wait a minute, I, I have something to say."

Before he could say anything, seven or eight big men had already pinned him to the ground.

The governor was the only one to escape the scene in a carriage.

At this time, he was already on his way to the militia station outside the city.

I didn't expect that after leaving the army for so long, I would still have the opportunity to re-command the troops to quell the riots.

Although it is a California militia, the opponent is not Dixie or Indians, but a group of mobs.

Thinking of this, the governor got out of the carriage and looked behind.

"You guys wait for me, I'll make your blood flow like a river later!"

However, when he arrived at the assembly point of the militia, he was stunned by the sight in front of him.

The militiamen were busy with their own affairs, some were bragging, some were playing poker around the barrels in the camp, and some were simply lying on the ground and dozing off.

"Isn't it for you to gather into the city? What are you doing?" the governor asked angrily, "Who is your commander? If you were soldiers under my command, I would have kicked your asses one by one! "

"Don't make such a fuss, you don't even have bullets, what kind of war are you fighting? What kind of riots are you fighting?" A militiaman said lazily to the governor, holding his gun.

It turned out that since the morning, the team that Chen Jianqiu promised to deliver bullets never showed up in the camp at all.

"What about your own bullets? Don't you have any bullets?" The governor asked eagerly, regardless of the reason why the ammunition didn't come.

"It's a joke. When we assemble, we say to fire bullets. Then who will bring their own bullets? Doesn't it cost money?" The militiaman still looked half-dead.

He was even a little impatient: "Sir, if there is nothing else to do, hurry up and announce that we are disbanded. I have to go back to fishing."

As for the militiamen in the camp, it seemed that many people held similar views with him.

The governor suddenly found that his dream was shattered.

Forget about quelling the riots now, his own personal safety will become a problem.

This feeling is really terrible!