America 1881: Legend of the West

Chapter 520: Honest Happy House

At noon the next day, Holiday 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 information about Tammany Hall and the Five Points Gang that Holiday had brought.

Just as he judged.

Tammany Hall was nominally a public welfare organization, but it was actually a tool used by the Democratic Party to control New York City.

They used some small favors to stabilize the Democratic Party's base among the civilian population, and used gangs to control downtown and do some dirty work for them.

Cartman watches the gangs fight among themselves and provides them with appropriate shelter.

This gave him firm control of the Lower City.

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

"I think it was done by people from the Five Points Gang." Holiday expressed his opinion, "These people wanted to kill people and silence them."

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

Chen Jianqiu closed the pile of information.

Only a piece of paper was left on the table.

"Go to Five O'Clock and catch some people alive." He stood up and tapped the 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 sinister face and a fierce look.

Butcher, Derek Randall.

The man who chopped up Torio's corpses for dog food.

New York, downtown, slaughterhouse.

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

It was almost evening.

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

The reason why they get off work so early is not because the factory owner is kind-hearted, but because even if the meat is slaughtered, it cannot be sold at the current market price.

Bosses would rather rotten meat and feed it 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.

It's not for any other reason than that the police rarely want to come to such a place.

"Actually, I've always wanted to ask why we wear this outfit."

When no one was around, Li Sifu pulled the police badge on his chest and asked Holiday next to him with a puzzled look on his face.

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

"Just because he is a policeman, he won't run away." Holiday checked his pockets calmly, "If the Five Points Gang 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 try not to use guns around here," Holiday said. "If the gun goes off, we might not 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 no one with the body shape and appearance in the information showed up.

"Did we miss it?" Li Sifu was a little unsure.

Holiday took his hands out of his pockets.

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

Two people walked into the slaughterhouse one after another.

The sanitary environment in the slaughterhouse is really not good.

The ground was stained and wet with blood, and rats scurryed around on the ground from time to time.

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

"You're not clean, you won't get sick after eating it." Li Sifu spread his hands.

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

The two people walked in along the side door.

The light in the workshop was extremely dim, with only the light from the west shining in from the glass on the top of the workshop.

The winter sunset was already soft and weak, but after being filtered through the glass, it became even weaker.

Holiday and Li Sifu groped in the dark and walked toward the inside of the workshop.

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

Holiday and Li Sifu looked at each other.

Someone is inside.

Holiday and the two had no intention of hiding their whereabouts.

They went inside.

A muscular man stood there.

He was wearing a dirty leather apron and held a boning knife in his right hand and a metal sharpening rod in his left.

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

In front of him, hanging upside down, was a cow that had been cut open.

It seemed that the butcher planned to remove all the meat from the bones of the cow.

"Are you Derek Randall?" Holiday walked up.

The man turned around and looked at the two people in police uniforms with an indifferent expression.

"I am, who are you? I seem to have never seen you before."

"My name is Dennis, his name is Wang Daqing, Chief Walker committed suicide, and we 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 these two "policemen", so he turned around and began to pick the meat on his own.

"Is it time for you to pay your monthly payment this month?" Holiday said to attract the butcher's attention while winking at Li Sifu.

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

"The money has been given to Walker." Randall picked the meat skillfully and replied expressionlessly.

"Walker's money is Walker's money, and what's ours is ours." Holiday acted "arrogantly" like a New York policeman, "I don't care about your damn things."

The knife in Randall's hand stopped.

The veins on his temples throbbed.

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

"Then you should go find 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 once."

No warning, no warning.

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

The knife was fast and accurate, going 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 famous for their dodge skills.

When he was talking 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 got a big gash from the sharp boning knife.

Li Sifu, who was on the side, had already jumped up and ran towards the butcher's hand holding the knife.

This kick was truly passed down by Chen Jianqiu. It drew an arc from bottom to top and hit the target.

However, the butcher's hand only trembled slightly.

His grip on the knife was so strong that the knife did not slip out of his hand.

The butcher didn't say anything, but threw away the whetstone in his hand, took a step forward, wanted to grab Holiday's shoulders, and then give him a fatal blow.

But Holiday is not that easy to catch.

He dodged the butcher's clutches again like a loach and dodged to the side. Li Sifu had already caught up with him and kicked the butcher in the back again.

He used all his strength in this kick, but it did not hurt the butcher at all.

The butcher's anger was completely aroused.

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

Li Sifu dodged sideways, but avoided the knife, not the butcher's shoulder.

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

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

At this moment, there was a loud gunshot.

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

Seeing that the situation was not good, the butcher stood up with his hands covered and prepared to escape, but was shot in the calf by Holiday again.

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

Holiday was just about to shoot him again to completely destroy him.

Li Sifu has already climbed up.

He picked up a thick iron chain that was used to hang pork, rushed to the butcher's back, and hit him on the back of the head with it.

"Boom"

The sound is clear and pleasant, and a pleasant sound means a good start.

The butcher's huge body fell to the ground with a loud bang, and he fell unconscious.

"You didn't shoot him to death?" Holiday put away his gun and walked forward to check his eyes and breath.

"Didn't you say that after the shooting, neither of us can get out of here?" Li Sifu threw down the chain, panting and asked with his hands on his hips.

Holiday looked around and finally saw a cart and some slaughterhouse clothes in the corner of the workshop.

This small cart is used to carry beef offal, and it stinks extremely.

Holiday threw the clothes to Li Sifu.

"Put it on, then tie this guy up with chains and throw him on the cart."

After a while, Holiday and Li Sifu, who had changed their clothes, walked out of the slaughterhouse gate, pushing a cart full of beef offal.

The butcher himself was buried beneath the cow's entrails.

Gang members nearby who heard the gunshots rushed over with guns in hand.

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

"Lower your head and try to look natural." Holiday bent over and pushed the cart, and said to Li Sifu beside him.

The gang members didn't stop to question or anything.

They passed by two people.

Because the car stinks so much, these people try to avoid it.

After pushing the cart out of the gang's territory along the banks of the Hudson River.

Holiday straightened up.

It was already dark.

There weren't many people on this road.

The two did meet some people along the way, but they just glanced over here and continued on their way, doing their own things.

"Where is the person who will pick us up?" Li Sifu looked around.

It is understandable that the head of the border detective agency, which is well-known in the American continent, goes out in person to avoid alerting the enemy, but it is a bit unreasonable that there is not even a contact person.

"We have already encountered several of them. Unless there are special circumstances, they will not reveal their identities." Holiday said, "But if the Five O'Clock Gang chases them out, my subordinates will teach them a lesson."

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

"Let's report back as soon as possible," he said.

Holiday pushed the car into a remote warehouse near the dock.

This warehouse doesn't look big and looks a bit shabby from the outside, which makes it look unattractive.

But when Li Sifu pushed the cart into the warehouse, he discovered that there was a different world inside.

This place is divided into four or five rooms.

The furnishings in the room were a bit strange. In addition to a chair, there was also a desk.

There's everything on it.

Pliers, soldering iron, containers of unknown contents.
"This is the place where the Border Detective Agency uses to get criminals to speak out their true thoughts." Holiday put down the car in his hand and said to Li Sifu, "Sometimes people always need help from others to return to their honest self."

Li Sifu shuddered when he heard this.

"Where did you get a truckload of this?"

A familiar voice came from the door of the room.

Chen Jianqiu walked in, fanning his nose.

He took a look at the beef intestines, offal, and minced meat, and curled his lips: "Are you planning to cook beef offal soup tonight?"

Holiday reached his hands into the pile of beef offal, then exerted force and dragged the butcher out.

The butcher was "sleeping" soundly, and even though he had just been bumpy along the way, he showed no intention of waking up.

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

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

Just like the cattle he slaughtered himself.

A basin of ice water was poured over his head.

The butcher gasped and woke up.

There was severe pain in his hands and legs, and the glaring high-power incandescent light made it impossible for him to open his eyes.

"Welcome to the 'Honest and Happy House'." Chen Jianqiu lit a cigarette for himself.

The butcher opened his eyes with difficulty.

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

"When did you policemen become capable of this?" the butcher sneered.

"Wow, the back of your head is quite iron. I thought you would be dead after one iron chain hit you." Li Sifu retorted.

Chen Jianqiu had no interest in arguing with him.

"Tell me, who killed those two policemen?" he asked while selecting torture instruments on the table.

The butcher sneered:
"You can do whatever you want, and see if I will frown."

He considers himself to be tough and thick-skinned.

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

Chen Jianqiu looked at the utensils on the table for a long time and was not very satisfied with them.

He waved to Holiday who was leaning against the wall:

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

Holiday nodded.

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

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

The two clamps were clamped on the butcher's most sensitive parts.

The butcher suddenly panicked.

"Let me 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)