America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Mitchell Walker is very familiar with the architectural pattern of the lower city.

Dirty alleys are piled with all kinds of sundries, the passages are messy, and sewage flows horizontally;

The clothesline is connected to the not-so-high buildings on both sides of the alley, and the sheets and clothes hanging on it deprive the few sunshine here;
Someone was patching up his own roof that had been crushed by the snow, and when the sheriff passed by he gave a numb stare.

Because of the cold and hunger, these people don't look energetic, and their attitudes are naturally not very friendly.

Although this is Walker's jurisdiction, he is rarely willing to come here. Usually, Mr. Sheriff will appear here in uniform only when "tax collection".

Walker walked along the alley and turned into a small yard.

The yard is in the shade and very dark.

"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk"

A bearded strong man in a leather apron, holding a bone cutter in his hand, was squatting in the corner of the yard, chopping up a pile of unknown animal flesh on the ground.

Yes, the skin has been peeled off and sliced ​​into pieces so that you can't see it at all.

The weather was cold, but the strong man didn't seem to have much clothes on. Apart from the leather apron, the crumpled cloth he was lining with was also stained with blood, turning red and black.

Walker's exhaled breath was hot, but his back felt cold.

Noticing that the sheriff had entered the yard, the big man stood up, the knife in his hand was hanging by his side, and it was still stained with minced meat.

He said to Walker expressionlessly;
"Sheriff, if I remember correctly, you took out this month's allowance at the beginning of the month, right?"

Walker touched his waist subconsciously, and his expression eased slightly after confirming that the revolver was there.

He took a deep breath: "I'm looking for Torrio, is he there? I have something very important to look for him."

After hearing this, the strong man squatted down again and continued to chop his flesh with one knife at a time.

"In the house, you go in." He didn't even look at the sheriff.

Walker walked past him slowly, inattentively, as if kicking something in the shadows.

The thing "gululu" rolled into the corner.

"Hey! Sheriff, can you be careful?"

Behind him, the strong man stopped the knife in his hand, wiped his nose, and said without emotion.

Walker held back and said nothing.

He very much disliked coming to this place.

If it wasn't for the shameful purpose of coming this time, otherwise, he wouldn't have appeared here alone.

The five o'clock bastards aren't like the rest of the downtown gang.

Although the leader was Italian, the gang was not as family-based as later Italian gangs.

Their members are a bunch of psychopaths and lunatics.

These people are not afraid of the police at all, and are happy to jump repeatedly on the edge of their bottom line.

Walker ignored the strong man, but walked straight into the house.

It was darker and colder inside the house than in the yard outside.

Around a table by the window a group of young men in dirty gray smocks were playing a most inane game.

They draw a card from the poker, and then simply compare the size.

Even the most addicted gamblers seldom want to play this kind of unskilled game, but these people enjoy it and let out strange laughter from time to time.

"Where's Torrio? Where did he go?" Walker said loudly with one hand in his pocket.

It was not the card players who responded to the sheriff's words.

"Wow! Woah! Roar~~"

A large black dog rushed out of the shadows.

It was a ferocious Neapolitan, with a huge head, a muscular body almost at right angles, and a wrinkled face that ran down to the chin.

It was about to lunge at the sheriff, but the collar around its neck limited it.

The dog could only growl in place, grinning at Walker.

Walker instinctively took two steps back, reaching for the gun at his waist.

"Robert, Sheriff Walker won't be happy if you treat him like this." A not-so-tall figure came out from the corner.

The man looked to be in his thirties.

He was wearing a woolen bowler hat, a woolen overcoat, and leather gloves on his hands. His well-dressed clothes formed a sharp contrast with the messy and dirty environment around him.

"Torio, damn it, what the hell are you doing?" Walker straightened his clothes, hiding his embarrassment.

"Quickly, apologize to the Sheriff."

Torrio touched the head of the Neapolitan dog named "Robert", but there was no apology in his tone.

The Italian's cheeks quivered nervously, and his smile was weird.

Walker sounded very uncomfortable.

He frowned and winked at Torrio: "I have something important to tell you!"

"Didn't you hear? Mr. Sheriff said he had something to talk to me about, what are you still doing here?" the Italian glanced at the people by the window.

Several of his subordinates lazily stood up.

They dropped their poker cards on the table and left the room away from Walker.

Walker was very upset.

People in this room are afraid of him, and naturally no one respects him, including that dog.

This is unimaginable in other neighborhoods.

He also walked to the window and sat down at the table where those people were playing cards.

After all, the light is slightly better there.

Torrio went to the liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.

He poured a glass for Walker and himself, then sat across from Walker, picked up the stack of poker that his younger brothers had just dropped, and started playing on his own.

New York is cold, but not cold enough for whiskey to freeze.

Walker hesitated, and finally took a sip.

"Torio, you have gone too far this time, where do you have the guts to attack the police?!"

After taking a sip of wine, a warm current surged into his body, and Walker questioned the Italian in front of him.

But the Italian looked disapproving:

"That policeman wants to kill them all, but I can't help it. He blocked my money path. If he blocked my money path, he blocked your money path, and he blocked your money path."

"But you killed him!" Walker frowned, "Do you know how much trouble this will bring us?"

He suppressed his anger, for fear that he couldn't help but take out his gun and crush this daring guy in front of him!
However, the Italian fiddled with the playing cards in his hand and just glanced at him with a smile on his lips.

"But didn't you still make a false report? Because you know, we are on the same boat, and your boss will not let the boat sink, or else, he wouldn't instruct you to do that."

"Your boss is smarter than you at this point."

"Snapped!"

Walker slapped the table sharply;
"Torio! Don't think too highly of yourself. I'm here this time to warn you. I hope you will restrain yourself. If you continue like this, the boss will re-evaluate your role."

He said with a livid face.

"Oh?"

Torrio narrowed his eyes.

A "King" and a "Three of Spades" fell out of the playing cards in his hand.

Torrio took a sip of his whiskey and slowly tore the two cards into pieces.

Walker stood up abruptly.

A revolver was brought to Torrio's head.

"Do you really think I dare not kill you?" said the Sheriff angrily. "What are you? Who do you think you are?"

The anger accumulated from just now burst out all of a sudden.

The sheriff's hand was on the trigger.

Torrio didn't change his face, but laughed wildly.

"Mr. Police, do you want me to pull the trigger for you? I know you better than yourself. You have only one bullet in your gun. Shall we take a gamble?"

Before Walker could react, his pistol was already in Torrio's hands.

The Italian made a wild move next.

He turned the cylinder and put the muzzle of the gun against his head.

The Italian pulled the trigger.

His expression didn't change in any way, and his eyes didn't even blink.

There was a crisp click from the revolver.

Torrio was unharmed.

He handed the revolver back to Walker with a nervous smile on his face:

"It's your turn, Mr. Sheriff!"

Walker's expression froze.

"You're a fucking lunatic!" He picked up his gun and turned to leave.

But his hand holding the gun suddenly couldn't move at all.

Torrio's hand was firmly clasped on his hand like iron tongs.

"What are you doing?!" Walker was shocked and angry.

The smile on Torrio's face remained the same, but it was cold, just like the temperature in the room, making Walker's heart cold.

"Since the game has started, there is no reason to quit if you say quit, you have to play until the end!" the Italian said, "We each shoot one shot."

"I don't have fucking time to be crazy with you!" Walker yelled.

He struggled to get rid of it, but the strength in Torrio's hand was amazing, and the hand controlling him turned the muzzle of the gun to his head.

Walker's pupils dilated instantly.

His heart also went into cardiac arrest.

Because he could clearly see from the front of the bullet nest that it was empty just now, but it had been filled to the brim at some point.

"No, you wait, you"

Before the sheriff could finish his sentence, he heard a "bang" gunshot.

Walker's head was blown apart by a bullet from his own revolver.

Torrio let go.

Walker's body was limp on the ground like a soft cloth bag.

The Italian took a crimson handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood that had spattered his face and hands.

He looked at the corpse on the ground and shook his head: "It seems that Mr. Sheriff, your luck seems to be not very good."

The Neapolitan terrier named "Robert" in the house smelled blood and suddenly became excited.

The big dog desperately moved towards the corpse, and the door frame with the dog leash was crumbling.

The big man who chopped meat outside the door heard the gunshots and walked in with a knife.

He glanced at the corpse in the ground:

"Chop it up for dog food?"

Torrio raised his eyebrows: "Where is the guy who owed me money before?"

"It's chopped up. It's piled up in the yard. I haven't dealt with the head yet. I was kicked by this guy. I don't know where it went. I'll go down and look for it." The big man scratched his hair.

"Let's eat that one first. Throw this gun together with the gun and throw it by the river, so that the police can easily find it."

The Italian touched "Robert" on the head and said.

According to Chen Jianqiu's instructions, Huo Ledi took Li Sifu to Walker's house, hoping to find out about the situation from the sheriff.

But it was Walker's wife, an Irish woman with messy hair, who opened the door.

"Who knows where he died, this bastard may not come back after get off work, who knows which wild woman's belly he is lying on."

Walker's wife said angrily.

She opened the door ajar, not intending to let the two of them in.

After being rejected, Huo Ledi and Li Sifu went to the police station again.

The police station was closed at this time.

The police officer on duty also said he hadn't seen Walker all day.

Holiday returned to the detective agency, retrieved relevant information about Walker, and then set off again, searching all the places where the sheriff might appear at night, including the famous red-light district places in New York and the house of one of his mistresses.

However, in these places, they still did not find Walker.

Both Huo Ledi and Li Sifu felt that something was wrong.

Walker's body was found by an early boatman on the banks of the Hudson River early the next morning.

The police arrived at the scene immediately.

Cause of death: Shot through the head with his own gun, and the latest fingerprints on that gun were Walker's own.

So, Walker committed suicide.

Holiday rushed to the scene after hearing the news.

Because Roosevelt greeted him, he was also allowed to enter the scene.

However, the conclusion he drew was completely different from that of the New York police.

First of all, it can be seen from the bloodstains and other traces at the scene that this is not the scene of the first crime.

The person who threw the corpse was very sloppy and didn't even try to cover it up.

Secondly, the bullet was pierced through the forehead. This kind of suicide posture is too distorted.

Walker was killed from other places and moved to the river.

This conclusion is actually not difficult to come to.

But none of the police officers who investigated at the scene said anything more.

Obviously, these cowards were scared out of their wits.

First, the sheriff who seized the bar was electrocuted to death at home; then Sheriff Walker, who was involved in this case, also died unexpectedly.

These people are afraid to avoid it, for fear that they will be involved in this case.

"It's ridiculous that the police are afraid of gangsters." Li Sifu sighed.

Although the underworld was rampant in the eastern part of the United States at that time, and crime was common; the western part was even more wild and lawless, but gangsters generally avoided confronting the police head-on, let alone murdering the sheriff or the police.

"I'm afraid this matter is not that simple. They may not only be afraid of the gangsters." Holiday said, "Let's explain this situation to Chen first."

On the night when Holiday and Li Sifu kept looking for Walker's whereabouts, Chen Jianqiu was also very busy.

He was invited to a charity dinner in New York City, along with Camilla and his son.

The convener of the charity dinner was naturally Little Astor's sociable queen mother.

After Astor IV's father died of illness, his mother did not give up her hobby, but intensified it.

Otherwise, Little Astor wouldn't have built the Artoria Hotel just to win his breath.

He had to prepare a gorgeous home for his mother, and he couldn't be robbed of the limelight by his cousin.

Although the hotel has not been built yet, the party cannot be delayed.

For this charity dinner, the banquet hall of another luxury hotel was rented.

Those who participated in this dinner were all prominent figures in New York City, including those Wall Street tycoons.

The theme of the dinner is said to be to raise funds for some New York civilians who are starving because of the heavy snow.

This topic actually sounded a bit ironic. Firstly, it was supposed to be a matter of the city government. Secondly, most of the people who attended the dinner did not even know what the downtown area looked like. The donation was purely to comfort their own consciences.

Because of Little Astor's relationship, Chen Jianqiu's family was naturally also invited.

In fact, the reason why Chen Jianqiu agreed to attend this dinner was because it was said that Mr. Biss Cartman, a core figure of the Tammany Association, would also attend the dinner.

He really wanted to see what kind of person this legendary city boss who controlled New York City was.