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“Take it down!!!!”

New York Police officers rushed in, surrounded me with human barricades, and quickly subdued the assassin. They were most surprised that an assassin was hiding among their comrades, but that action was swift and accurate.

The situation was quickly over.

“Yeah bastard!!!!”

Whoops-!

William Rockefeller smashed the assassin with a full swing of his wand, throwing his face away.

“Do you know what your son is up to now!!! How dare you aim your gun at Rockefeller’s ally!!!! You f*cking bastard!!!!”

William Rockefeller, with his face crumpled like a thug, mercilessly struck the assassin with his wand.

In fact, if I die, the Pennsylvania Railroad (PRR) case may be scrapped as it is, so it would be heartbreaking for Rockefeller.

I also wiped my surprised chest and gently raised the corners of my lips.

haha…..

‘Fortunately, it was not the turn of the body armor.’

It was expected that there would be an assassination attempt.

It was airlifted from Poland on purpose, but I’m glad it didn’t fit. I was startled by the gunshots of the pistol, but I quickly regained my composure.

He walked over to the assassin who was being robbed by William, wiping his suit wrinkled by the crowd of police officers.

“I thought he was going to do an assassination, but he must have been hiding among the officers.”

“Is it Pinkerton?”

As I squatted and watched the struggling assassin, Veyron walked over to me.

I was also skeptical of Pinkerton at first. However, William Rockefeller denies it by roughing the assassin by the collar.

“No, not Pinkerton.”

“How can you decide?”

“It must not be. My bodyguards are the detectives of the Pinkerton National Detective Agency.”

Surprised, Veyron and I turned our eyes to William Rockefeller’s bodyguards.

Certainly, Rockefeller would not be surprised to have a Pinkerton National Detective Agency. Because the transportation of the oil company was deeply related to the railroad business.

Then, a rockefeller bodyguard came out and asked the assassin some questions and went through his belongings.

“Yeah, definitely not a detective from our Pinkerton National Detective Agency. We don’t even know the passcode we share, and there’s no trace of Pinkerton on his belongings.”

“Well, to those who saba sabadled with the railroad guards and gathered thousands of troops to kill us, ‘It’s not our fault.’ Even if you hear it…”

not trustworthy at all

I stared at the Pinkertone detectives with cold eyes, and the Pinkertone detectives swept the back of their head shyly.

“Neither branch nor business division are one or two, and we do not know each other’s duties well. We apologize for that.”

“Morgan, I guarantee the Rockefellers. They can’t lie to you even for my face. If you lie for nothing and get caught, my brother won’t let you go.”

“Well, let’s go with that.”

In fact, even from Pinkerton’s point of view, the oil king Rockefeller’s breath will be much stronger than the railroad tycoon Swallow.

Same goes for Jack Morgan.

No matter how much the king of networking, how dare you compare yourself to Rockefeller?

“Then whose job is it?”

“First of all, it will not be the work of the anarchists. It’s a face I’ve never seen on the list of terrorists I’ve been given, and in a different way. They’d prefer to blow it up with a bomb rather than sneak into the police and grind it out with one shot.”

“Evidence?”

“In our Pinkerton, we have built a directory of anarchists for the NBCI. You can believe it.”

Nor is it the work of anarchists. That’s not what the Pinkerton National Detective Agency is doing either. I’m not saying it’s not the railroad company’s work…

My nib was screaming that it must have something to do with Jack Morgan.

‘If it were Jack Morgan, how would he try to kill me.’

As William Rockefeller puts it, a meticulous and patient person would not use a striking method like the Pinkerton National Detective Agency, the railroads, or the anarchists.

Another weakness of mine that Jack Morgan knows…

Instantaneous reasoning came to the fact that my blood was mixed.

“……Ku-Klux-Klan.”

***

New York.

John Davidson Rockefeller’s mansion.

John Rockefeller was sitting in the study of the mansion built in the neoclassical style, holding a handset.

He was dressed in a black suit with a sharp angle like a sword, and he put the Gospel on the desk as if he was a member of a Baptist church.

“William. So, did you receive the voting rights of the Pennsylvania Railroad (PRR), which merged all of the Northeastern U.S. railroads?”

“Is that not enough?”

“No, Detroit Morgan received an overflowing gift package that wasn’t enough. The New York Central Railroad, the Erie Railroad, and the Pennsylvania Railroad, which we have worked so hard for, were merged and handed over.”

As if it had come and gone in his head, John Rockefeller satisfactorily brushed his beard in the most ideal gift. I lost most of my beard because of my hair loss, but it was a habit.

At least in this mansion, there was no brave person who could swear by it.

“By the way, the Pennsylvania Railroad (PRR). William, did you get any sense of this name?”

“name?”

“Yeah, I bet Detroit Morgan named the Pennsylvania Railroad (PRR) a no-brainer.”

John Rockefeller waited with an ice-cold face at the sound of a voice coming through the receiver.

The most emotionally ups and downs among members of the Rockefeller family, he was not easily aroused by any stimuli.

“Ah, is it because Pennsylvania is the largest oil producer for Standard Oil?”

As of the 1880s.

Pennsylvania oilfields were a key business site for Standard Oil, as 85% of the world’s crude oil production comes from Pennsylvania.

John Rockefeller nodded.

“maybe.”

“So Detroit Morgan was thinking of handing over the Pennsylvania Railroad (PRR) to us when they merged it into a transcontinental railroad?”

“I will.”

creak-

John Rockefeller leaned back in the executive chair. Today, I was going to play golf, which I am obsessed with these days, but I felt like I had to cancel my golf appointment.

“William, you must have delivered the lucky letter to Detroit Morgan without forgetting it?”

“I did, but Morgan, Detroit today. I would have been assassinated.”

“What?!”

bang-!

John Rockefeller crumpled his face and jumped up from his seat. His favorite Gospel fell to the ground at the shock, but John Rockefeller was so shocked that he didn’t even care.

If the servants, who usually only saw the same cold-blooded appearance, would have seen this, they would have been surprised. He was a person who didn’t even blink an eye when dozens of workers were slaughtered.

And so was William Rockefeller.

“…I knew he loved Detroit Morgan, but it must have been this much. I think it’s the first time I’ve seen him so emotional since I played golf.”

“Detroit Morgan. Are you in critical condition?”

“You can rest assured. Among his assistants, there is a person named Veyron, who came from a slum, so his reflexes were no joke. Because the assassin shot him before he even fired his gun.”

“Hmm.”

The fact that Detroit was unharmed, John Rockefeller calmed his excitement and returned to his seat. His face returned to his usual cold state.

A muffled laughter was heard over the receiver.

“haha. I’d be stunned to find out that your brother invested in his hedge fund under a borrowed name. It seems like Detroit doesn’t even know about it.”

“…the enclosed lucky letter. I should have sent it to seven people.”

“Two of them went to Morgan.”

John Rockefeller recalled.

A note to John Pierpont Morgan.

Detroit to Morgan.

2 out of 7 sent to Morgan.

“Not to say as my Baptist, but my lucky letter may have played a big part in keeping Morgan Detroit alive today.”

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On the other hand, when I sent a lucky letter to Morgan Chairman John Pierpont, it was ironic that it was just at the time of friction with the Navy.

No.

In that case, Chairman John Pierpont Morgan discovered a shiny gemstone, the Detroit Morgan, so he might be lucky.

“By the way, may I ask why you are so attached to Detroit Morgan?”

widely. widely.

John Rockefeller shakes the Gospel from the floor and puts it back on his desk, bringing a smile he hadn’t seen in his life.

“Because it’s my first supporter….”

As of 1898.

John Rockefeller has already retired from leaving Standard Oil to a close aide.

Detroit Morgan caught his eye first when he was slowly turning his attention to philanthropy or to nurturing future fellows in the United States.

“William, don’t forget that it was only a 16-year-old boy who offered you voting rights on the Pennsylvania Railroad (PRR).”

***

Jekyll Island, Georgia.

The Morgan family home.

Jekyll Island, Georgia, is an island owned by John Pierpont Morgan, the CEO of John Pierpont Morgan, as a vacation destination for stars used as vacation homes by the wealthy and financial giants of the United States.

At the end of the 19th century, along with the White House and the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel, it was also the place where the great events that moved the United States were designed.

Paah-

A yacht came back to the marina, lightly harming the water off Jekyll Island.

Jack Morgan disembarked from the yacht, guided by Henry Davidson, who had been waiting at the dock beforehand.

“What about the Ku-Klux-Clan guys?”

“It is said to have failed.”

“Fail.”

Jack Morgan twisted his lips and ruffled his bushy beard. At best, I put the Ku-Klux-Clan bastards in the New York Police Department. did you fail

“Well, it must have been a greeting.”

“…Damn it, but the Ku-Klux-Clan bastards are a white supremacist secret society affiliated with the Democratic Party. Why don’t you use it on the Republican side?”

“Because, as you said, they are Dixies.”

As Jack Morgan walked down the marina, his servants poured out, tying the yacht to the marina and starting the cleanup.

Jack Morgan put a cigar in his mouth.

Whoo-

“After all, the Ku-Klux-Clan bastards are just tools. Are you going to use Republican figures as mere tools? It’s cheaper to use Southern Dixies who are crazy about money.”

People are more expensive than money.

It was a kind of philosophy Jack Morgan had when it came to networking. Thanks to that trusting relationship, the current Jack Morgan network was completed.

“I didn’t mean to kill Detroit Morgan with just this. Well, I wish I had killed him, but I wasn’t expecting it.”

“Why?”

“It is dangerous to leave too many traces. I found out while digging for Morgan in Detroit, and he was backed by John Davidson Rockefeller. It’s too big for me.”

“……!!!”

Henry Davidson’s eyes widened at Jack Morgan’s words. John Davidson Rockefeller was one of the most powerful men in America at the end of the 19th century.

Can Jack Morgan’s forces mobilize and win even if he pours out an all-out war? He was undoubtedly a great man.

“Is that really true?”

“Well, even if it’s a sponsorship, it seems that Detroit doesn’t know it because it’s a car name.”

After Lamont and Henry were prosecuted for arbitrarily suspended loans to Coca-Cola, they investigated Detroit Morgan to find out.

It was because he had connections with the National Tax Service that found out that there was a borrowed-name account linked to Rockefeller among the money flows into the hedge fund.

“Anyway from the U.S. Army Ordnance Department?”

“We have been contacted by Ordnance Headquarters, Springfield Arsenal, Carlyle Barrack, and others to join us.”

After taking a bite from Detroit Morgan, Jack Morgan thoroughly explored Detroit Morgan’s surroundings. Friendship relationship from his deeds. family or subordinate relationships. I searched all over the account information.

“I am very happy to hear from the German ambassador that Director DWM Loewe visited the US.”

This assassination plan was also the result of infiltrating an agent of the Ku-Klux-Clan into the New York Police Department, presuming that if the Pinkertons gather in large groups, they will be escorted by the New York Police Department.

Unfortunately, it failed, but since there are so many enemies, there is not enough evidence to identify me as the assassin, so the post-processing was neat.

Well, from now on, I won’t have enough time to worry about assassinations.

haha.

“I wonder how Detroit’s face will wrinkle when the Department of War and the U.S. Army Ordnance Department rule out DWM in every case. Very interesting.”

Jack Morgan raised an eyebrow.

“Never let me be bored. Little brother.”

***

New York at that time.

“Attempt to assassinate? You guys are sane!!!”

clink-

By the time Jack Morgan was scheming against the dark at the villa, the New York Police Department (NYPD) was in full swing.

＜ Support from Rockefeller. (2) > end