America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 520 Honest and Happy House

At noon the next day, Huo Ledi and Li Sifu rushed to Chen Jianqiu's residence and told Chen Jianqiu the news of Walker's death.

In the study, Chen Jianqiu was looking down at the materials about the Tammany Association and the Five Points Gang brought by Holiday.

Just as he judged.

The Tammany Association is a public welfare charity organization in name, but it is actually a tool used by the Democratic Party to control New York City.

They used some small favors to stabilize the Democratic Party's basic base among civilians, and used gangsters to control the city and do some dirty work for them.

Cartman sits by and watches these gangsters fight each other, and provides them with proper shelter.

This put him firmly in control of downtown.

To put it more bluntly, Cartman may be the biggest gangster in New York.

"I think the Five Points did it," Holiday offered his opinion. "These people want to kill people."

"It's a pity that the clue is broken again." Li Sifu looked at Chen Jianqiu, "Boss, what should we do next?"

Chen Jianqiu closed the stack of documents.

Only one piece of paper was left on the table.

"Go to five o'clock and help catch someone alive." He stood up and tapped the piece of paper on the table with his finger.

There was a blurry black-and-white headshot photo printed on the paper. The person in the photo had a sultry face and a fierce look.

Butcher, Derek Randall.

The one who chopped up Torrio's body for dog food.

New York, downtown, butchery.

Two men in New York police uniforms appeared at the gate of the slaughterhouse.

It was now close to evening.

Workers began to come out of the slaughterhouse one after another.

The reason why they leave work so early is not because of the kindness of the factory boss, but because even if the meat is slaughtered, the current market price cannot sell it.

Bosses would rather feed rotten meat to rats on the street than give it to civilians who can't afford it.

The workers who came out looked at the two men in police uniforms with strange eyes.

For no other reason than that the police rarely want to come to such places.

"Actually, I've always wanted to ask, why do we wear these clothes."

When there was no one around, Li Sifu pulled the police badge on his chest, and asked Holledi beside him with a puzzled expression.

"Are you sure Randall won't just run away when he sees our clothes?"

"He won't run away because he's a police officer." Holliday flicked his pockets calmly, "If the Five Pointers were afraid of the police, would they still kill Walker?"

"You mean, they will also plan to kill us?" Li Sifu was stunned for a moment.

"It's possible, and we're trying not to use guns around here," Holiday said. "If it went off, we probably wouldn't even be able to get out of downtown."

"Sigh~"

Li Sifu adjusted his hat and put it on his head again.

The two waited at the door for a long time, but they did not wait for the person with the body shape and appearance characteristics in the data to appear.

"Could we miss it?" Li Sifu was a little uncertain.

Holiday took his hand out of his pocket.

"Let's go in and have a look," he said.

The two walked into the slaughterhouse one after the other.

The hygienic environment in the slaughterhouse is really not good.

The ground was dirty and bloody, wet, and there were mice running around on the ground from time to time.

"The meat you usually eat comes from here." Holliday pointed to the surroundings and said to Li Sifu.

"It's not dirty, you won't get sick if you eat it." Li Sifu spread his hands.

The door of the workshop has been closed, only a small door on the side is open.

The two walked in through the side door.

The light in the workshop is extremely dim, only the light from the west comes in from the glass on the top of the workshop.

The winter sunset was originally soft and weak, but after being filtered by glass, it became even weaker.

Huo Ledi and Li Sifu walked towards the interior of the workshop in the dark.

Just as they turned around a steel column of a factory building, suddenly, a sharp sound of metal colliding and passing each other came from the room inside.

Holiday and Li Sifu glanced at each other.

Someone is inside.

The two of Holiday had no intention of hiding their whereabouts.

They went in.

A muscular burly man stood there.

He wore a dirty leather apron and carried a boning knife in his right hand and a metal sharpening rod in his left.

The blade of the boning knife rubbed against the sharpening rod repeatedly, making a piercing sound.

And in front of him, hung upside down a cow that had been cut open.

It seemed that the butcher was planning to remove all the meat from the bones.

"Are you Derek Randall?" Holiday walked up.

The man turned around and looked at the two men in police uniforms indifferently.

"I am, who are you? I don't seem to have seen you before."

"My name is Dennis, and his name is Wang Daqing. Sheriff Walker committed suicide, and the two of us will be in charge of this area from now on," Holiday said.

Hearing that it was someone from the police station, Randall seemed to relax his vigilance a little.

He didn't want to talk to the two "policemen", turned around again, and began to pick meat on his own.

"Isn't it time for you to pay this month's allowance?" Holledi winked at Li Sifu while talking to attract the butcher's attention.

Li Sifu looked around the workshop inadvertently, and at the same time, taking the opportunity, he had already quietly walked around to Randall's side.

"The money has already been given to Walker." Randall answered with a blank expression while picking the meat skillfully.

"Walker's money is Walker's money, and ours is ours." Holiday played a rogue "arbitrarily", just like a New York police hooligan, "I don't care about your damn things."

The knife in Randall's hand stopped.

The veins in his temples throbbed.

But soon, his knife continued to slice between the bones and meat of the cow.

"Then you should go to our boss." The butcher's voice gradually became colder.

"Then I have to say sorry to you." Holiday patted his police badge, "I can only let you come with me."

No warning, no reminder.

The butcher turned around suddenly, swung the boning knife in his hand, and stabbed Holiday.

The knife was fast and accurate, and it went straight to the "doctor"'s heart.

When Holiday was in the west, he was known for his accurate marksmanship and good movement. Both he and Wyatt were known for their full dodge.

When he was speaking just now, his attention had been on the butcher's hand holding the knife.

Even so, Holliday turned sideways to avoid the blow, and his clothes were scratched by the sharp boning knife.

Li Sifu, who was on the side, had already flew up, running towards the butcher's hand holding the knife.

This kick was deeply taught by Chen Jianqiu, and it drew an arc from bottom to top, hitting the target.

However, the butcher's hand only trembled a bit.

He held the knife with incomparable strength, and the knife did not come out of his hand.

The butcher didn't say anything, but threw away the sharpening rod in his hand, and took a step forward, trying to grab Holiday's shoulder, and then give him a fatal knife.

But Holiday is not so easy to catch.

Like a loach, he escaped the butcher's clutches again and avoided to the side.

Li Sifu had already caught up, kicked up again, and headed for the butcher's back.

He tried his best with this kick, but it didn't hurt the butcher at all.

The butcher's anger was completely aroused.

He gave up on Holiday, turned around, and swung his knife at Li Sifu who was right behind him.

Li Sifu dodged sideways, but he dodged the knife, but he couldn't dodge the shoulder hit by the butcher.

He was hit hard in the chest, and the blood in his chest was churning for a moment, he took a few steps back, and fell to the ground.

The butcher rode up and stabbed Li Sifu with the boning knife in his hand.

At this moment, only a "bang" was heard.

The butcher's hand holding the knife was hit by the bullet, bloody and bloody, and the boning knife in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the butcher stood up with his hands covered and was about to run away, but Holledi shot him in the calf again.

But this man was so brave that he continued to run forward with a limp while dragging one leg.

Holiday was just about to shoot him again and kill him completely.

Li Sifu had already got up.

He casually picked up a thick iron chain for hanging pork from the side, rushed to the back of the butcher, and swung the back of his head round.

"Boom"

The sound is crisp and pleasant, and a pleasant sound is a good head.

The butcher's huge body crashed to the ground, unconscious.

"You won't kill him, will you?" Holiday put away his gun and stepped forward, checking his eyes and breathing.

"Didn't you say that neither of us will be able to get out of here after the shooting?" Li Sifu panted and dropped the iron chain, and asked with his hips akimbo.

Holiday looked left and right, and ended up with a cart and some slaughterhouse work clothes in the corner of the workshop.

This small cart is used to hold beef offal, and the inside is very smelly.

Holiday threw the clothes to Li Sifu.

"Put it on, and then tie it up with an iron chain and throw it on the cart."

After a while, after changing their clothes, Huo Ledi and Li Sifu walked out of the gate of the slaughterhouse pushing a cart full of beef offal.

The butcher himself, was buried beneath the entrails of those cows.

The gang members who heard gunshots nearby have already rushed over with guns.

At the entrance of the alley outside the slaughterhouse, they met Huo Ledi and Li Sifu.

"Low your head and try to be as natural as possible." Holiday said to Li Sifu who was beside him while pushing the cart.

The gangsters didn't stop and stop and ask questions or anything.

They brushed past the two.

Because this car is so smelly, these people are afraid to avoid it.

After pushing the cart out of mob territory along the banks of the Hudson.

Holiday straightened up.

It was already dark.

There are not many people on this road.

The two met some people along the way, but they just glanced this way, and then continued to go their own way and do their own things.

"Where are the people who meet us?" Li Sifu looked around.

The frontier detective agency, which is well-known in the American mainland, can understand that the person in charge is dispatched in person to prevent surprises, but it is a bit unreasonable to not even have a support person.

"We've met quite a few of them just now, and they won't reveal their identities without special circumstances." Holiday said, "But if Five O'Clock helps those guys chase them out, then my subordinates will teach them how to behave. .”

Holiday bent down and continued to push the cart with Li Sifu.

"Let's go back to life as soon as possible," he said.

Holiday pushed the car into a remote warehouse by the pier.

This warehouse doesn't look that big, it looks a little dilapidated from the outside, and it's not a good one.

But when Li Sifu pushed the cart into the warehouse together, he realized that there was something hidden inside.

It was divided into four or five rooms.

The furnishings in the room are a bit strange, besides a chair, there is also a desk.

It has everything on it.

Vise, soldering iron, container with unknown ingredients.
"This is the place used by the Border Detective Agency to allow criminals to express their true thoughts." Holiday put down the car in his hand and said to Li Sifu, "Sometimes people always need the help of others to return to that honesty. of myself."

Li Sifu shuddered when he heard this.

"Where did you get a car of this?"

A familiar voice came from the door of the room.

Chen Jianqiu fanned his nose and walked in.

He glanced at the beef intestines, offal, and minced meat, and curled his lips: "Are you planning to cook beef offal soup at night?"

Holliday put his hands into the pile of offal, and with all his strength, he dragged the butcher out of it.

The butcher "slept" very soundly, even though the road was bumpy just now, he didn't have the slightest intention of waking up.

"Hang him up and wake him up!" Chen Jianqiu ordered.

Several officers from the Border Detective Agency came in and hung the butcher with his hands on a hook in the middle of the room.

Just like the cattle he slaughtered by himself.

A basin of ice water was poured down his head and face.

The butcher gasped and woke up.

There was severe pain in his hands and legs, and the dazzling high-power incandescent light made him unable to open his eyes.

"Welcome to the 'House of Honesty and Happiness'." Chen Jianqiu lit a cigarette for himself.

The butcher barely opened his eyes.

This environment was very unfamiliar, but after seeing the utensils on the table, he quickly understood his situation.

"When did you policemen have this ability?" The butcher mocked.

"Hey, the back of your head is so iron, I thought you would be gone if you fell down with an iron chain." Li Sifu retorted.

Chen Jianqiu was not interested in bickering with him.

"Tell me, who killed those two policemen." He asked while selecting torture instruments on the desk.

The butcher sneered:
"Come here anyway, see if I will frown."

He considers himself rough-skinned and thick-skinned.

Most importantly, he has always looked down on these New York police officers.

Chen Jianqiu looked at it for a long time, but he was not very satisfied with the utensils on the desk.

He waved to Holiday who was leaning against the corner:

"Go get our latest gadget and let this tough guy experience the joy of technology."

Holiday nodded.

After a while, an instrument like a cabinet was moved in.

Holiday plugged in the instrument's three-prong plug and pulled two wires with clips from the back.

The two clips are respectively clamped on the two most sensitive positions of the butcher.

The butcher suddenly panicked.

"I'll ask again, who killed those two policemen?" Chen Jianqiu asked again.

The butcher said nothing.

Chen Jianqiu pressed the red button on the instrument.

(End of this chapter)