America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 522 Torrio's Ambition
"Torio, what are you going to do?!" Brennan was terrified.

The members of his "Gopher Gang" also pulled out their guns.

Eastman's men also took out their weapons. Eastman opened his eyes and stared at Torrio intently.

"Torio, you and I have the least interaction and the least fights, but I want to tell the truth, your current behavior is tantamount to declaring war on all other gangs!"

Li Xiling, who had been silent all this time, put down the cigarette pot in her hand and looked at Torrio.

"Although you are gaining momentum now, how did you get those territories, don't you have any idea?"

"You don't really think that all the gangs can't beat you, do you? Even the people here are more than enough to deal with you!"

The words of the Chinese gang leader were quickly echoed by everyone else in the warehouse.

These people are ready to attack at any time to clean up this ignorant guy in front of him.

Unexpectedly, the Italian suddenly laughed wildly.

"Ahaha, ahahahaha! Great news, the gangsters in downtown New York have united. The reason, the reason is because they need to face the same enemy, hahaha, hahahaha!"

"If I were you, I would definitely not be able to laugh now, because that enemy is you!" Eastman also expressed his opinion.

In the warehouse, the three big gangs fought together and regarded the "Five Points Gang" as the enemy.

As for the other small gangs, their opinions don't seem to matter all that much.

Eastman winked at Brennan.

Control the Italian lunatic first, and then rush out with his men.

Although there are many people in the Five Points Gang, they have hostages in their hands, and those people outside can't take advantage of it at all.

Brennan struck.

He drew his revolver and pointed it at Torrio.

"Give up, your plan is too stupid, and you don't even look at how many people are around you in the warehouse?"

Brennan gestured with his other finger to the gophers and a few subordinates behind the Italian.

But Torrio's next move made the Irishman take a few steps back in an instant.

Torrio opened his coat.

His body was covered with explosives.

"My friend, why don't we take a gamble, is the explosives on me and my people enough to blow up everyone in this warehouse?" Torrio laughed wildly.

The gophers on the side and several other people also showed the explosives strapped to their bodies.

There was madness in their eyes.

"I don't believe you dare to detonate it! Kill him!" Brennan's hand holding the gun trembled, his feet moved back involuntarily, and he yelled at his subordinates.

But no one dared to move.

No one wanted to bury these lunatics with them.

A few people who were close to the gate ran to the outside of the warehouse, but were knocked down by the guns in the hands of the five-point gang blocking the gate.

"Brennan, your people are very brave, I like it very much." Torrio was playing with the lead rope of the detonator in his hand, watching the other gangs tremble with fear.

"Don't move, don't move!" Eastman had already stood up.

He knows Torrio and his subordinates too well. These people are the masters who should go to the mental hospital, and they can do anything!

"Mr. Torrio, why are you doing this?" Li Xiling's words softened, and he could see that Torrio was not joking, "We don't usually have any mutual interests with the Five Points Gang."

The brief unity of the three gangs lasted less than 5 minutes before it fell apart.

Brennan's face was livid.

He was evaluating whether he could have escaped by hiding behind the gang if the explosion really happened.

"So, can everyone listen to my plan calmly now?" Torrio asked after looking around.

"Torio, it's not that we have anything against you personally, it's that doing so would break the rules." Eastman struggled to adjust his tone, "We've been talking to Senator Cartman and his Tammany since a long time ago. The association has reached an agreement."

"We gave him control of the lower city, we gave him control of the voters, we gave him donations and a vote base, and he and his police officers gave us shelter and opportunities to get rich," Eastman said. "This rule has been going on for many years, I believe. Everyone got a lot out of it.”

The gang leaders present nodded their heads.

This model has allowed them to reap a lot of benefits over the years.

"You're eating leftovers from Cartman!" Torrio says.

He doesn't have "we," which means that everyone in this room is rubbish.

"Have you ever wondered why you must abide by the rules made by that old man?" The Italian looked around the crowd with a smile on his face, "He can't even kill chickens!"

"You are too cowardly and have no ambitions. On the surface, you are majestic gangsters, but in fact you are just watchdogs for the Tammany Association!" Worse than a hair!"

All the bosses present changed their expressions.

This is too harsh, but from Torrio's mouth, they have no temper at all.

After all, he has explosives strapped to his body now.

"In New Mexico, there is a Chinese named Chen." Torrio pointed to Li Xiling, "ah, yes, it is your compatriot."

Li Xiling's face darkened again.

Of course Chen Jianqiu knew.

In theory, they are still different offices of the same organization.

The man was said to be in New York, but never had any dealings with him.

The Italian continued with his ambitious speech:
"He also deals with the city bosses, but he has perfect control of the entire state of New Mexico, and he tells us the best way to deal with these asshole politicians!"

"No one ever said that the rules must be made by those well-dressed 'upper people'."

"We can consider your opinion, but what does this have to do with robbing banks? Besides, shouldn't the fewer people know about bank robbing, the better?" Eastman was still a little patient.

Torrio looked at the crowd with his head tilted, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Don't listen to this lunatic going crazy and challenging the rules. Don't listen to the Tammany Association, can you listen to yours?" Brennan stared at him, "You are just a dirty Italian villain! "

"boom!"

A sudden gunshot stunned everyone.

Torrio pulled out a gun out of nowhere.

His speed is not the same as that of the general Western gunners, more like a juggling technique.

Brennan's head exploded and he fell to the ground.

No one thought that Torrio was still laughing one second, and then drew his gun to kill the next second.

"Put down the gun if you don't want to die!" Gopher said coldly behind Torrio.

But how could the brave and ruthless Irish give up, they didn't care about the explosives at all, and fought back with their guns.

In an instant, the warehouse was in a mess and chaos.

Gunshots rang out and bullets flew around.

Except for the Irishman of the Gopher Gang, other gang members ran towards the warehouse door desperately.

They don't want to be blown away.

Strangely, the members of the Five Points Gang at the door did not stop them.

They ignored the other gangsters and headed straight to the warehouse, together with the few people in the warehouse, they wiped out the remaining Irishmen.

These people are all desperadoes collected by the Italians, and their combat effectiveness is not bad.

The Irish who lost their leader were like headless flies, fighting each other in the warehouse, and soon fell into a disadvantage.

The gopher stomped on the chest of a shot in the leg Irishman who had previously confronted him about killing his brother.

"Not only did I kill your brother, but I also want to kill you now." The gopher grinned grinningly at the Irishman who was trampled under his feet. "Your body will also be thrown into the Hudson River."

Irish popularity is breathless.

When he was dying, he was going to pull a padded back.

With all his strength, he grabbed the wire on the gopher's chest with one hand.

However, the expected burning fuse and subsequent explosion did not occur.

The Irishman stared at the half lead in his hand, dumbfounded.

The gopher chuckled, and the shot killed the Irishman.

"How could the dynamite be real? Could it be that I was strapped to my body? A bunch of idiots." He looked at the Irishman's body on the ground with a mocking face.

After a while, the remaining Irishmen of the Gopher Gang were either killed, or the rest were handed over.

"Tie me up!" Torrio rubbed his hands excitedly.

The Irishmen were bound and tied to the posts near the door of the warehouse.

"Boss, just leave them here?" The gopher looked at Torrio suspiciously.

Based on what he knew about his boss, these people should be chopped up and fed to the dogs.

"Let's go, let's go back to have dinner." Torrio urged the gopher and the others to leave the warehouse, "I'm a little hungry."

"You're going to hell!" an Irishman cursed ferociously at Torrio, his eyes wide.

Torrio heard his words, turned around, and licked his front teeth:
"That would be great!"

The Italian did something the other gang members couldn't understand.

He untied the "dynamite" tied to his body, and then pulled the fuse.

The fuse actually sparked!

The explosives on Torrio's body are real!

He threw the dynamite into the warehouse, landed among the bound Irishmen, and turned and ran towards the gate of the yard.

The gopher and others who reacted also ran away.

The flames flashed, and a huge explosion resounded throughout the lower city.

Thick smoke rose, and the Irishman in the warehouse was blown to another world along with the contents of the warehouse.

Gophers and the Five Points, who were lying on the ground to avoid the explosion, stood up.

They found Torrio standing admiring the burning warehouse with a cigarette in his mouth.

They looked at each other.

This boss of mine is probably really crazy.

"It's so beautiful." The Italian exclaimed.

"Boss, the butcher hasn't seen anyone yet. Some people say they saw two men in police uniforms wandering past the slaughterhouse gate. Could it be that the police took him away?" the gopher asked cautiously.

"The New York police don't have that ability." Torrio narrowed his eyes, "Continue to investigate, the lower city is all our people, and the results should be found out soon."

If there is any debate about who reigns supreme in Upper Manhattan, New York.

After the meeting at the warehouse, the rulers of the lower city, without a doubt, became Torrio and his Five Points gang.

Brennan died, and the Irish backbone of the Gopher Gang all died in the explosion in the warehouse.

The rest of the gang lost their heads and began to fight on their own.

The Gopher Gang was torn apart. Except for some Irishmen who were licking blood on the knife edge, they were picked up by Torrio and pulled into the Five Points Gang. The rest of the people's territory was all divided up.

Li Xiling turned into an old tortoise, locked in Chinatown and never came out again; the remaining Eastman was unable to compete with the Italians, and obediently paid taxes to Torrio.

And the person who took the butcher was also found out.

The Italian was having lunch when the gopher reported the message to Torrio.

On the plate in front of him was a piece of beef rib, which was less than half-ripe, and it was still red and bloody.

"Who did it?" Torrio asked while cutting the meat.

"It's people from the Border Detective Agency." The gopher said, "We found out that they were interrogating the butcher in a warehouse on the pier before. But it was transferred later, and we have seen it."

"Border Detective Agency?" Torrio began scraping the ribs with a knife. "Are they involved in this?"

He tried to make himself elegant, but the beef he ate before was processed by the butcher for him, so it was easy to cut.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Torrio was a little annoyed, so he simply picked up the ribs and gnawed on them.

"Well, there is news that Chen Jianqiu has also arrived in New York." The hamster replied.

"Bang" sound.

The bone in Torrio's hand fell on the plate.

He wiped his hands with the tablecloth, licked his lips with his tongue, and his eyes sparkled.

The Italian stared intently at the gopher:

"Is he really here?"

"Well, there are rumors that he has a close personal relationship with New York Police Commissioner Theodore Roosevelt. We guess that the Border Detective Agency may have accepted the commission." The gopher replied.

He glanced at his boss and found that Torrio's expression was crazy, and he let out an inexplicable laugh:

"Hey Hey"

The gopher knew that Chen Jianqiu was his boss's idol, could it be?
"Boss, do we want to give Mr. Chen some face in this matter?" the gopher asked obediently.

"Face? Ah, yes, of course, but, Gopher, do you know how to give face to your idol so that he can impress you?" Torrio asked, looking at Gopher.

The gopher shook his head.

Torrio tapped the plate with an iron fork, and said to the gopher "sincerely":
"Beyond him! Defeat him! Let him suffer! Even, kill him. In this case, it is the greatest respect for one's idol, understand?"

He beckoned at the gopher, and the two moved closer together.

"Let's discuss the next plan."

While Torrio was discussing the "Star Chasing Project" with his men, his idol, Chen Jianqiu, had handed over the butcher to Roosevelt.

"Now that we have witnesses, we can clean up this bunch of scum." Roosevelt looked at the butcher locked in the cell, and heaved a sigh of relief, "At least I can avenge the policeman I died."

"Are you planning to dispatch the police directly to fight them?" Chen Jianqiu asked with a cigar in his mouth.

"The evidence is solid. The courts and citizens will support us. Those policemen who have been paid will not dare to make mistakes. I will deal with anyone who makes a small move." Roosevelt looked resolute, "These bastards blew up a warehouse the day before yesterday!"

Chen Jianqiu took a puff of his cigar, and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Thank you very much, my friend. I will settle the remuneration of the Border Detective Agency with you tomorrow and the day after tomorrow." Roosevelt held Chen Jianqiu's hand.

"This remuneration is paid out of your own pocket, right?" Chen Jianqiu said with a smile, "I heard that the police department's funds should not be able to make ends meet."

Roosevelt looked slightly embarrassed.

"It's enough to give a nominal fee. I'm always happy to help my friends." Chen Jianqiu patted Roosevelt's shoulder with the other hand, "But I guess someone will find you soon."

Sure enough, the phone on Roosevelt's desk rang.

Roosevelt picked up the phone.

He didn't say much the whole time, but frowned tightly, saying "um".

"Mr. Mayor wants to hear my opinion on the warehouse bombing and the homicides that have been happening downtown for some time."

After putting down the receiver, Roosevelt said so.

(End of this chapter)