America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 526 The End of the Tammany Association
Here at Wells Fargo, Bullock is having a heated fight with the people in the bank building.

As a former soldier, there is nothing more exciting than commanding a war, even if the opposite is just some civilians with guns.

But he forgot that this is New York and Wall Street.

A group of policemen and gangs fought here, with continuous gunshots and explosions.

This caused great panic.

After all, apart from the Chinese New Year in Chinatown, this city has not seen such exciting events for a long time.

In addition, some people and gangs who took guns in the morning also began to take advantage of the troubled waters.

Citizens who didn't know the truth fell into panic.

"The British have landed again!"

"Workers in New York are rebelling! Attacking Wall Street!"

All kinds of rumors began to spread among the citizens, and some people even considered whether to flee New York.

But Brock didn't know these things.

He's living his commanding addiction.

"Attack me! If it doesn't work, throw explosives! Let them see our strength!"

Bullock stood upstairs,
shouted excitedly.

"Um, Director, are you sure, use, explosives?" The subordinate looked down at the bank gate that had been battered beyond recognition by bullets.

The glass on the first floor was all broken, and the doors and walls were full of bullet craters.

"I want these gangsters to know what cruelty is!" Brock was fed up with his subordinate, "You don't understand anything, only if we fight like this, our casualties will be small."

Just as he was about to give the order to attack, a man in a suit bent over and climbed to the top of the building.

"Sheriff Bullock! Sheriff Bullock!" He trotted to Bullock's side.

The visitor was panting, and the trotting and climbing stairs all the way consumed a lot of his energy.

Brock turned around.

He knew this person, who belonged to the city government, and was usually responsible for running errands for the mayor.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Mr. Mayor said, let you clean up the mess here in half an hour, otherwise, he asked you to repair the hole in the wall of Wells Fargo Bank." The man said to the police chief, "This is the mayor, uh, No, Senator Kasman's exact words."

Bullock's face turned red and then white:

"How did he know there was a hole in the wall at Wells Fargo?" asked the police chief in bewilderment.

"Not only do they know, but now all of New York knows that there's a shootout here.

"The rich are worried, the phone at City Hall has been blasted; the poor are running for their lives because an unknown number of thugs are robbing with guns!"

"Because you transferred all the police here!"

The man imitated Kasman's tone and conveyed the mayor's meaning to Bullock.

Beads of sweat appeared on Bullock's forehead.

He knew that if he didn't solve the problem here immediately, he would lose his black hat, and there was a high possibility that he would be pulled out to take the blame.

The new police chief used what he had learned in his life to direct the attack on the building.

Under the storm of the police, the gate of the bank was quickly breached.

After all, only some of the diehards resisted, and others were more inclined to surrender.

Robbing a bank is a capital crime, but after all, you have to be tried, but if you don't surrender, you are likely to be beaten to death on the spot.

Of course, the storm also cost the New York Police Department a dozen casualties.

On the other side, Torrio was taken into the NYPD.

It's a short distance away, right next door.

Since there was no one on duty in the police station, Torrio, whose hands were tied, was locked in a conference room.

In addition to Torrio, the Border Detective Agency took the sacks of bills from the vault.

"If these bills are announced, I am afraid that the mayor, councilors, and the Tammany Association will fall." Roosevelt looked at the sacks and sighed. "I didn't expect these silverfish to suck the blood of New Yorkers so peacefully!"

"Leave these to Pulitzer, he is most interested in these things." Chen Jianqiu had an extra account book in his hand.

This ledger was obtained by the Frontier Detective Agency through "friendly negotiations" from the manager.

"Is it true that you don't need to go to see your wife and children?" Roosevelt asked worriedly.

"No, I can't understand Camilla's methods very well."

Chen Jianqiu wanted to say that his life was almost in her hands, but he still didn't say it after thinking about it.

After all, I have already spent a lot of money to whitewash that experience, and it doesn't make much sense to shake it out.

"The bodies of those thieves are probably lying on the floor of my house now." He replied, "Teddy, get ready to be the director again. I'll go and see that Italian with a broken brain."

"Uh, I'll leave this person to you." Roosevelt hesitated, but still reminded, "Uh, it's best, I mean best, don't kill him at the police station."

He knew what good men and women the Border Detective Agency was, but he also knew that they couldn't deal with those criminals without means.

He has been to the west, and he knows what kind of people this security company that grew up in the western environment faces.

"Don't worry, it's still useful for me to keep him." Chen Jianqiu nodded,

He turned into the conference room where Torrio was being held.

On the wall of the meeting room, Bullock's "Road Map for Suppressing Bandits" is still hung, and on the table is also
There are some teacups, papers and the like.

The Italian was half lying on the chair, his hands were tied, his eyes were staring at the ceiling, he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Mr. Chen! You won! So, you are going to kill me now, aren't you?" Torrio didn't avert his gaze, but continued to raise his head and speak in his mouth.

Chen Jianqiu didn't answer, but walked slowly to the table, staring at the Italian in front of him who didn't even look at him.

Suddenly, he jerked up a chair by the table and slammed it down on Torrio.

The chair instantly changed shape.

The Italian was smashed to the ground with his chair and his face was covered in blood.

Chen Jianqiu dragged him up from the ground and pushed him down on another chair beside the table.

"Now, it's because you threatened my wife and children." Chen Jianqiu said.

The blood from Torrio's forehead had pooled under his chin and dripped onto the clothes on his chest.

He looked crazy, raised the corners of his mouth, and shouted at Chen Jianqiu:
"Yes, that's it, come on, kill me! Quick! Don't suppress your anger."

However, Chen Jianqiu did not take any further actions.

He sat down on the chair opposite Torrio, took out a cigar from his clothes and lit it, then stared at the Italian with a blank expression.

"What's the matter? What about your decisive killing? What about your anger? Mr. Chen?" Torrio licked the blood on his cheek with his tongue, and continued to provoke Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu took a puff of his cigar.

He pointed to Torrio's clenched right hand.

"I advise you to put away the nail in your right hand. That nail won't save you, but may kill you."

"Also, don't you feel comfortable pretending your hands are still tied all the time?"

The madness on Torrio's face disappeared in an instant, and his expression returned to calm.

The rope that tied the Italian's hands fell suddenly.

He raised his hands and opened the palm of his right hand at the same time.

A nail fell to the ground.

"As expected of Mr. Chen, how did you find out?" Torrio asked with his head tilted.

He originally wanted to use that nail to give his "idol" a fatal blow when Chen Jianqiu approached angrily.

This trick has worked well in the past.

"I've read your information. You used to be a street magician. That noose can't help you at all. As for the trick of taking nails from the chair." Chen Jianqiu didn't continue, "However, I can tell you with certainty You, I don't care."

"So, you'd better put away your acting skills, it doesn't make any sense," he said.

Torrio lowered his hands, like a different person, and stopped talking.

This silence lasted about ten seconds.

Chen Jianqiu found an iron cup from the table, with Bullock's initials written on the bottom of the cup.

He knocked the ashes of his cigar into the glass.

"I've read the information. You and your five-point gang don't have the ability to purchase a large number of guns and explosives, but you not only fired the guns, but also used explosives."

Chen Jianqiu looked at Torrio.

"It's not just that you don't have this ability, Tammany Association doesn't have this ability either."

"So, there is someone else behind you."

Torrio looked at Chen Jianqiu with a smile:
"Mr. Chen, do you think I will tell you?"

Chen Jianqiu also laughed.

"I also checked the Gunpowder Association's shipment records near New York in the past few months. The manufacturer that provided you with explosives is not in the Gunpowder Association. There are not many options like this."

"I don't want to know the answer from you when I ask you, but just to tell you that this person can't save you."

"No matter who this person is or what his purpose is, if he doesn't get in my way, I can turn a blind eye, but if he's right, I can only mourn him in advance."

Torrio and Chen Jianqiu looked at each other.

Then, he said word by word:

"The man said to me, let me send you to hell, so, I will wait for you there."

Chen Jianqiu shook his head with a cigar in his mouth:
"No, you won't be going there for a while."

"Elizabeth Mental Hospital has been very successful on the west coast, so I also invested in them in New York State, hoping they can save patients on the east coast."

Torrio opened his eyes wide, and the smile on the corner of Chen Jianqiu's mouth became more and more obvious:
"Believe me, they have extremely rich experience in dealing with mentally ill patients who are magicians, liars, and union leaders."

After finishing speaking, Chen Jianqiu stood up and walked out of the room.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Behind him, Torrio's wild laughter resounded throughout the room, and it lasted for a long time.

The shootout at Wall Street's End in New York City was ultimately described as a bank robbery by some heinous downtown gang.

Eastman, as the most respectable mafia figure surrounded by the bank, was naturally pulled out of the top pot, even though he was actually the one who most wanted to surrender,
But the public, especially the shareholders of Wells Fargo, is not going to let it go.

They were never told that a hole would be blown in their building.

Bank executives have their own little minds.

If the robbers really robbed the treasury, they can report more accounts to cover up some ulterior facts about themselves.

But the robbers didn't, they just searched for some scattered property on the first floor.

Even so, the city government, banks, and insurance companies are locked in endless wrangling over losses.

In addition to facing the bank, Kasman and the others also had to face the family members of the police officers who died.

Because of Bullock's command, 5 police officers died in this shootout, and 8 police officers were seriously injured, not to mention minor injuries.

The city government had to deal with the devastated family of the dead police officer.

The government had to pay exorbitant pensions to calm the anger of the citizens.

As we all know, the New York City government has no money.

As a result, a sign was erected at the entrance of the city hall every day, and the family members hoped that the damn Sheriff Bullock and the mayor would kill their relatives.

Kasman's bowels are turning green now.

He really didn't know what he thought in the first place, and let Brock, an idiot, become the police chief.

It was the latter who called up all the police in New York City, resulting in several times the number of robberies and murders in New York City that day.

Immediately afterwards, the bills Chen Jianqiu found from the vault were also "inadvertently" disclosed.

Pulitzer gleefully covered the event in two large pages.

He is very grateful that he finally no longer has to publish "yellow journalism" to attract readers' attention.

As the saying goes, the wall falls and everyone pushes.

Other newspapers are not to be outdone.

All kinds of negative reports about the Tammany Association rushed out.

They control the municipality, outsource the government's projects at high prices to their own people, and then make profits from it;
They accept bribes, form cliques, and carry out the fertilizer distribution system to the end even though the civil service system has been implemented;

They even falsified the citizenship of immigrants, fabricated votes, and swayed elections.

Reports on these things have actually been reported a long time ago, but they were either suppressed by Kasman, or they were sporadic.

But this time, the public opinion was like the Yellow River bursting its banks, and it broke out all at once.

These reports have completely pushed Kasman and his Tammany Association into the abyss.

The citizens are outraged!

They feel they are being played.

Your city government was elected and should represent the interests of the voters, but it is actually spending taxpayers' money and doing animal things.

Instead of getting better, New York City is covered in dark clouds and there is no light.

No one can bear it.

On this point, the citizens of the United States have never been used to those politicians.

They took to the streets and started marching and protesting.

In the face of this raging public opinion.

The famous and intelligent people of New York society began to distance themselves from the Tammany Society.

And the Democrats' political opponents, the Republican congressmen, also got to work.

They have been dormant for a long time.

Politics is all about taking advantage of a situation.

If you don't seize this opportunity, you will be a politician for so many years in vain.

In the City Council, they initiated the impeachment of the mayor and Representative Kasman and others.

At the same time, the courts began to file cases.

A Republican prosecutor in New York City named Arturo Hope began to prosecute Kasman and others on corruption charges.

In court, he produced a ledger.

It records in detail many unknown interests in the Tammany Association, and forms a closed loop of evidence with the original documents.

Kasman is completely lost.

In this regard, he is not as good as Chen Jianqiu's old rival Scott in New Mexico, or even Governor Stoneman in California.

There was nothing he and his Tammany Society could do.

In other words, they have already taken everything for granted.

So, when the wall suddenly came down, none of them had the power to reverse their fate.

They are paying for what they did in the past.

Kasman, the mayor and others went to jail, and the Tammany Association collapsed in an instant.

The new mayor was an independent, as the Republican Party's reputation was also not good.

Mr. Theodore Roosevelt was reappointed Police Commissioner of New York City.

He almost changed the staff of the entire police station again, and at the same time conducted assessments, recruiting a large number of colored police officers and female police officers.

With the help of the Frontier Detective Agency, Mr. Sheriff steps up his crackdown on downtown gangsters.

The leader of the Five Point gang was sent to a mental hospital, and the backbone escaped and was injured; Eastman was arrested and imprisoned.

Li Xiling from Chinatown honestly surrendered to the police station.

The reason why he can dominate Chinatown is entirely due to the previous police department's indifference to Chinatown and his relationship with the Tammany Association.

Chen Jianqiu didn't even go to Chinatown to meet him.

He sent Li Sifu over there.

New York's Chinatown is being remodeled according to the model of San Francisco. The smoking dens are closed, those who can quit are assigned new jobs, and those who can't quit go back to the Pacific side.

After a period of hard work, the law and order in New York has become better.

The New York Police Chief Roosevelt was also transferred to the Federal Navy Department because of his outstanding achievements.

These things are more or less related to Chen Jianqiu, so he has been staying in New York.

He bought that mansion from Astor Jr.

In this way, no one will question whether Camilla killed someone to protect her private property and private space.

The family is having a great time in New York.

But one person was not very happy.

In a private Masonic salon, John Rockefeller sat at a table and said nothing.

(End of this chapter)