America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 523 Italian Speech Talent

New York City Hall is located in the middle of City Hall Park in the Civic Center District of Lower Manhattan.

Built from 1803 to 1812, it may be one of the oldest town halls in the United States.

Like other government buildings in the United States, the white European style and carved Roman columns on the facade of this city hall are impressive.

Its French dome is so beautiful that it is easy to have the illusion of being in a Roman temple when you are in it.

But Theodore Roosevelt was not in the mood to appreciate the essence of these American artisans.

Wearing a gray uniform and a police cap, he walked into the mayor's office.

Mayor Murray was already waiting for him there.

"Oh, Sergeant Roosevelt, how are you doing recently?" Murray greeted Roosevelt very warmly when he saw Roosevelt walking in.

"It's not good." Roosevelt came to Murray's desk and stood there, "May I ask what you want?"

He is less than 40 years old and is now in his prime. He has a curled mustache, stands upright, and has piercing eyes.

In front of him, Mayor Murray was half shorter in terms of momentum.

"Um, I mean, wanna, wanna get your opinion on the recent downtown warehouse bombing and the deaths of two police officers," he said inarticulately.

"Mr. Mayor, we have enough evidence to prove that all this was done by an Italian gang called the 'Five Points' in the lower city." Roosevelt said, "I am ready to destroy them, and I hope The city government can support it!"

To his surprise, the mayor stroked the palm of his hand:
"Mr. Roosevelt, I very much support your statement. It is time to teach these villains a lesson."

"Okay, I'll go back and make preparations." Roosevelt saluted the mayor and turned to leave.

"Uh, please, please wait a moment." Murray suddenly called Roosevelt from behind.

"Anything else?" Roosevelt turned around.

"I'm afraid you have misunderstood me a bit. I mean, I am in favor of taking action against those gangsters. However, I am afraid that you are not the one who will carry out this action." The mayor picked up a piece of paper from the desk and handed it to Roosevelt.

Roosevelt took the paper.

It was a joint letter from citizens, the content of which was mainly to accuse the police department of inaction against the deteriorating law and order situation in New York.

The bad law and order situation in New York is no longer a matter of a day or two, and the reasons are extremely complicated.

These "citizens" did not write letters early or late, and insisted on taking their anger out on Roosevelt, who had just taken office, at this juncture.

"Mr. Mayor, do you want me to resign?" Roosevelt raised his head and stared at Murray, "You were the one who asked me to come here."

Murray was stared at by his back.

"No, no, you misunderstood me. I appreciate your talent very much, but you need to take care of more important things, such as logistics." He said with twinkling eyes, "I will announce this at the city council meeting later. information."

Roosevelt said nothing.

His self-cultivation allowed him to suppress his anger as best he could.

"Okay, Mr. Mayor, I submit to your arrangement." Roosevelt finally did not vent his anger on the spot, turned and walked out of the mayor's office.

When he walked out of the office, he just passed Congressman Cartman who had just entered.

"Mr. Congressman, aren't we going a little too far?"

After Roosevelt leaves the office, Murray closes the office door and asks Cartman.

"Someone has to be responsible for the bombing and the policeman's death." Cartman sat comfortably on the couch in his office, with the mayor standing beside him with his hands down.

"In the first place, a member of the Republican Party was hired to take the blame." Cartman said slowly, "The ones who really enjoy the reputation should be our own people."

He sat there as if he was the master of this office.

"So, are we really going to attack those Italians from the 'Five Points' this time?" The Mayor wondered what Cartman meant.

"That's right, that guy named Torrio doesn't follow the rules. He violated the rules and broke the bottom line. It's time for a new group of people." Cartman said. "Let Bullock come on, I'm optimistic about him."

Brock, as Cartman calls it, is a Democrat.

This person graduated from West Point Military Academy and is a retired soldier.

His advantage is that he is very obedient.

After all, soldiers have always been bound to obey orders.

The disadvantage is that he is very obedient and has no experience in the police industry.

The mayor nodded and walked back to his desk to prepare the commission.

Roosevelt walked out of City Hall without saying a word.

He rode on his horse and headed straight for 34 Bell Street.

Chen Jianqiu's office in New York is right here, upstairs from the Border Detective Agency.

"Snapped!"

Roosevelt's cap was thrown on the table.

Its owner sat down on the chair in front of Chen Jianqiu's desk and unbuttoned the top button of his uniform.

The button made it hard for him to breathe.

"What's wrong?" Chen Jianqiu put down the report in his hand and looked at Roosevelt with a smile.

"I'm fired!" Roosevelt snorted and said resentfully.

"Fired?" Chen Jianqiu frowned.

"That's not true, that bastard Murray asked me to take care of the logistics!"

"These guys usually have an inexplicable relationship with the gangsters in the civilian area. It's better to be direct now, just send me away and let their own people pick the fruit."

Roosevelt became more and more angry and became agitated.

Chen Jianqiu stood up, took out a well-packed box from the cabinet behind him, and handed it to Roosevelt.

Roosevelt opened it and found that it was two walnuts, which had been plated shiny, and the surface was still red.

"What is this?" He looked up at Chen Jianqiu.

"When you are angry, hold it in your hand and play with it, which can make you think calmly." Chen Jianqiu took out the two walnuts and showed Roosevelt how to play with them. "It was given to me by a Chinese businessman in Hawaii. It has a history."

Roosevelt took the two walnuts from Chen Jianqiu.

"Does this count as bribery?" Chen Jianqiu asked with a smile.

Roosevelt shook his head.

With walnuts in his hands, he calmed down a lot.

"I just think that I can't send these bastards in the lower city to the gallows with my own hands, and my heart panics," Roosevelt said.

"This matter is not so simple." Chen Jianqiu said to Roosevelt, "According to the information I got, the purpose of the Italian named Torrio is probably beyond Cartman's imagination."

"The policemen under you can't handle him." The smile on Chen Jianqiu's face became more playful.

"Don't worry, let the bullets fly for a while."

Two days later, in the lower city, in an open space in the middle of the slums.

Torrio was holding the so-called meeting again.

However, due to the painful experience last time, Li Xiling and some gang leaders did not attend.

But they were afraid that the Five Points Gang of the Italians would do something to them, so they sent a few unimportant people over.

Eastman has come, because he has now formed a "holy alliance" with Torrio.

It is said to be an alliance, but in fact it is a vassal of the Five Points Gang, no different from a dog's leg.

Apart from these gangsters, most of the people who participated in this meeting were poor people who were suffering from cold and starvation in the lower city.

Some of them are unemployed workers, some are petty bourgeois who have lost their source of income due to the financial crisis, some are homeless themselves, and some are retired soldiers.

Torrio distributes whole grain bread near the venue.

The amount of bread is very small, at most it is half full, and it is hard to eat in the cold winter.

But it's free after all.

A lot of people rushed over, and at the same time they were making bread, they heard the speech of the Italian in a black coat.

"My friends! Is the bread in your hands hard to swallow? Does the thin clothes on your body make you shiver with cold?"

Torrio stood on the box in the open space, waving his arms at the civilians holding the bread.

"Do you know that a few streets away, those rich people in New York are drinking fine wine and eating exquisite food!"

"Do you know that in Broadway theaters, there are dramas staged after scenes of luxuries and money, and the audience laughs, but they don't know the suffering in the other corner of the city!"

"Do you know that on the pier a few kilometers away, those merchants would rather pour milk into the sea than share it with you!"

The soil of Apennines has always been easy to produce orators.

From Cicero in ancient Rome to Mussonelli in later generations, the eloquence is first-class.

Torrio clearly has the talent.

His tone was not particularly impassioned, but it still pulled and incited the emotions of everyone present.

"You shouldn't just succumb to reality like this!"

"America gave you the right to hold guns! Thanks to those great people, this has given everyone in this land equal rights."

The Italian waved at the gopher behind him.

One by one wooden boxes were carried out.

Inside was a gun.

Although there are many types, new and old, each one is genuine and the quantity is very large.

"I'll give you these guns. If you like, gather here at three o'clock in the afternoon! I'll take you to the bank to get back your wealth!" Torrio shouted to the people in the audience.

The emotions of the audience were completely ignited.

They began to go to the gang members of the Five Point Gang to get guns.

Eastman, who was watching coldly, pinched his nose.

He is extremely unfavorable about robbing banks.

How can there be such a shouting and publicity, I'm afraid the police don't know?
Wells Fargo is located in a conspicuous location, with a lot of security, and the vault is underground, so it can't be blown up without explosives.

Besides, even if you really went to rob, you would go straight after the gun was fired, and you would gather at [-]:[-] in the afternoon. How many people will be able to come by then is not certain. Besides, isn’t this an opportunity for the police to gather?

layman!Too amateurish!
Still shooting?
It's not sure who these poor ghosts will rob after they get the gun.

The probability of robbing fellow poor ghosts is far greater than robbing a bank.

But since the Italian said so, as his little brother now, it seems that he can't justify not going.

If it doesn't work, just hang around behind, wave the flag and shout, cheer on.

When the time is wrong, turn around and run away.

But this time is a good opportunity.

Waiting for the police to wipe out this group of people, I can take the opportunity to snatch their territory.

As a very experienced bank robber, Eastman's thinking is not unreasonable.

And the facts have proved that his idea is right.

The news reached the NYPD just an hour after Torrio delivered his speech and fired the gun.

The new director Bullock, who took office as a new official, is formulating a plan to wipe out the gangs in the lower city in the conference room.

His uniform didn't really fit, because the time was too short and there was no way to customize it, so he had to find a ready-made one for him.

On the wall hangs a map of downtown New York City.

The arrows marking the marching direction are marked in different colors. If you don't know it, you think there is a civil war in New York.

"From here, here, and here, outflank, understand?"

Bullock gestured on the map.

The policemen below were bewildered.

These guys have basically never received formal military training, and naturally they don't quite understand what the unfamiliar new police chief is saying.

Seeing the bewildered expressions of the policemen, Bullock panicked.

He was just about to lose his temper.

However, a police officer came in from the door and whispered something in Bullock's ear.

As Brock listened, his eyes lit up.

"it is good!"

When he slapped the wall, the policemen in the front row were shocked.

"These bastards are really daring! I was about to deal with them, but they dared to rob the bank!" Bullock shouted excitedly.

The police officers below looked at each other.

Are those gangsters out of their minds?Dare to rob a bank?
But Brock doesn't care.

He paced back and forth excitedly, rubbing his hands.

"Should we talk to Deputy Commissioner Roosevelt? He knows the situation at the bank better." A police officer who didn't look very smart asked.

Bullock raised his head and gave the short-eyed policeman a vicious look.

"No, I can handle it."

He walks to his office, and makes a phone call to Senator Cartman.

When he reappeared at the door of the conference room, his mouth almost went to the back of his head.

"Quick! Make another plan, I'm going to wipe out these bastards at Wells Fargo Bank!"

Bullock, however, was too excited.

He didn't even realize that Roosevelt's office was right next door to him.

When he called, the door was ajar, and his voice was really too loud.

Roosevelt, who was reading the newspaper, didn't want to know the news.

After thinking for a while, he put down the newspaper, walked out of the police station, and rode to the Border Detective Agency.

After all, the two sides are not far apart.

In Chen Jianqiu's office, Roosevelt told him the news.

However, Chen Jianqiu was sitting on a chair, drinking tea and listening to him with a smile.

"Actually, I got the news a long time ago." Chen Jianqiu said after taking a sip of tea.

"Oh? When?" Roosevelt was a little surprised.

"The last gang meeting in the lower city was the one where the warehouse was bombed." Chen Jianqiu said with a smile, "Torio brought it up at that time."

"Don't underestimate the intelligence capabilities of the Frontier Detective Agency," he said. "We all know what they said at that meeting."

Only then did Roosevelt realize that there was a stack of reports on Chen Jianqiu's desk.

It seemed that he was looking at these things before he came here.

"What do you think?" Roosevelt put his hands on the back of the chair and asked Chen Jianqiu's opinion.

"You should read this report first." Chen Jianqiu took out a stack of papers from the stack on the table and handed it to Roosevelt.

The more Roosevelt looked, the more solemn his face became:
"This Italian, the idea is really not simple."

"If it wasn't for my people who found a suspicious person nearby, I'm afraid it would be difficult for me to guess." Chen Jianqiu put down his teacup, "Not only is he not a fool, but he is extremely cunning."

Meanwhile, down town, in the gloomy cabin Sheriff Walker visited for the last time.

Italians gnaw on the ribs of beef as always.

"Boss, everything is ready." Gopher came in and reported to his boss.

Torrio wiped his mouth with the tablecloth.

On his face, the iconic nervous smile appeared again.

Chen Jianqiu, take a good look, this is how I pay tribute to you!
New York!Let's mess up!
(End of this chapter)