America 1881: Legend of the West

Chapter 522 Torrio's Ambition
"Torrio, what are you going to do?!" Brennan was shocked and angry.

His "Gopher Gang" men also took out their guns.

Also taking out weapons were Eastman's men. Eastman opened his eyes and stared at Torrio intently.

"Torrio, you and I have the least interactions and fights with each other, but I want to be honest, your current behavior is tantamount to declaring war on all other gangs!"

Li Xiling, who had been silent, put down the cigarette pot in his hand and looked at Torrio.

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

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

The Chinese gang leader's words quickly received responses from other people in the warehouse.

These people are ready to take action at any time to deal with this ignorant guy in front of them.

Unexpectedly, the Italian suddenly laughed crazily.

"Aha, ahahahaha! Big 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 in unison and regarded the "Five Points Gang" as the enemy.

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

Eastman winked at Brennan.

First control the Italian lunatic, and then rush out directly with his men.

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

Brennan took action.

He pulled out his revolver and pointed it at Torrio.

"Give up. Your plan is too stupid. Why don't you look at how many people are around you in the warehouse?"

Brennan pointed with her other hand at the gopher and several subordinates behind the Italian.

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

Torrio opened his coat.

His body was packed with explosives.

"My friends, why don't we make a bet, can the explosives on me and my men be enough to blow everyone in this warehouse up to the sky?" Torrio laughed crazily.

The gopher and several other people on the side also revealed the explosives tied to their bodies.

Their eyes flashed with madness.

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

But no one dared to move.

No one wants to be buried with these lunatics.

Several people who approached the door ran outside the warehouse, but were knocked to the ground by the guns in the hands of the Five Points Gang members who blocked the door.

"Brennan, your people are very brave, I like them very much." Torrio played with the lead rope of the detonator in his hand, making the other gangs tremble in fear.

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

He knows Torrio and his men very well. These people are all the ones who deserve to be in a mental hospital. 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 and the Five Points Gang usually don't have any intersection of interests."

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

Brennan's face was livid.

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

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

"Torrio, it's not that we have any problem with you personally, but doing so would break the rules." Eastman tried to adjust his tone. "We have been working with Congressman Cartman and his Tammany since a long time ago. The association has reached an agreement.”

"We gave him control of downtown, gave him control of the electorate, provided him with donations and a vote base, and he and his police officers provided us with shelter and an opportunity to make a fortune," Eastman said. "This rule has been going on for many years, I believe. Everyone also benefited a lot from it.”

The gang leaders present nodded.

This model has allowed them to reap many benefits over the years.

"You're eating the leftovers Cartman gave you!" Torrio said.

He has no "we", which means that everyone here is rubbish.

"Have you ever thought about why you must abide by the rules set by that old man?" The Italian looked around at everyone with a smile on his face, "He can't even kill a chicken!"

"You are too cowardly and have no ambition. On the surface, you are majestic gang bosses, but in fact, you are just watchdogs for Tammany Hall!" Torrio said mercilessly, "You are not even the same as those gangsters in the West. Not even as good as a hair!"

The faces of the big guys present changed.

This was an ugly thing to say, but when it came out of Torrio's mouth, they didn't have any temper at all.

After all, he has explosives strapped to him now.

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

Li Xiling's expression darkened again.

Of course Chen Jianqiu knew.

Theoretically, they are still different members of the same organization.

This person is said to be in New York, but I have never dealt with him.

The Italian continued his ambitious speech:
"He also dealt with the city bosses, but he had perfect control over all of New Mexico and he told us the best way to deal with these asshole politicians!"

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

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

Torrio tilted his head and looked at everyone, with a crooked corner of his mouth.

"Don't listen to this lunatic going crazy and challenging the rules. If he doesn't listen to Tammany Hall, why should he listen to you?" Brennan glared, "You're just a dirty Italian!" "

"boom!"

A sudden gunshot shocked everyone.

Torrio pulled out a gun from nowhere.

His speed is different from that of ordinary gunners in the West, it's more like a magic trick.

Brennan's brain exploded and she fell to the ground.

No one expected that Torrio would be laughing one second and pulling out a gun to kill someone the next.

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

But how could the brave and fierce Irish give up? They didn't even care about the explosives and took out their guns to fight back.

The warehouse instantly became a scene of chaos.

Gunshots rang out and bullets flew everywhere.

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

They don't want to be blown away.

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

They simply ignored the other gang members and headed straight for the warehouse, where they worked with several people inside to wipe out the remaining Irishmen.

These people are desperate criminals recruited by the Italians, and they have pretty good fighting capabilities.

The Irish, who had lost their leader, were like headless flies. They fought on their own in the warehouse and soon fell into a disadvantage.

The mole stepped on the chest of an Irishman who was shot in the leg. The latter was the one who had questioned him for killing his brother. "Not only did I kill your brother, but now I'm going to kill you." The mole looked at the Irishman who was stepped on, grinning, "Your body will also be thrown into the Hudson River."

The Irish were breathless.

When he was dying, he was ready to take someone with him.

He used all his strength and grabbed the fuse on the mole's chest with one hand.

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

The Irishman stared at the half fuse in his hand, stunned.

The gopher chuckled and shot the Irishman dead.

"How could dynamite be real? Could I really tie it to my body? What a bunch of idiots." He looked at the Irishman's body on the ground with a mocking look on his face.

After a while, the remaining Irish members of the Gopher Gang were either shot to death or had their guns confiscated.

"Tie them all up!" Torio rubbed his hands excitedly.

The Irish were tied up and pinned to the posts near the door of the warehouse.

"Boss, are we just going to leave them here?" The mole looked at Torio suspiciously.

Based on his understanding of his boss, these people should be chopped up and fed to dogs.

"Come on, let's go back and have dinner." Torio urged the mole and others to leave the warehouse, "I'm a little hungry."

"You'll go to hell!" An Irishman widened his eyes and cursed Torrio fiercely.

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

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

He untied the "explosive" tied to his body and pulled the fuse.

The fuse actually sparked!

The explosives on Torrio are real!

He threw the explosives into the warehouse, landing among the tied-up Irishmen, then turned and ran towards the gate of the yard.

The mole and others reacted and ran away.

There was a flash of fire and a huge explosion that echoed throughout the lower town.

Thick smoke rose, and the Irish people in the warehouse, along with the things in the warehouse, were blown into another world.

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

They found Torrio standing there with a cigarette between his lips admiring the burning warehouse.

They looked at each other.

I'm afraid my boss is really crazy.

"How beautiful!" exclaimed the Italian.

"Boss, the butcher hasn't been seen yet. Someone said that they saw two people in police uniforms hanging around the door of the slaughterhouse. Could it be that the police took him away?" Rat asked cautiously.

"The New York police don't have that ability." Torrio narrowed his eyes. "Keep investigating. We have people in the downtown area. We should be able to find out the result soon."

If there is still controversy over who dominates Upper Manhattan in New York.

After the warehouse meeting, the rulers of the downtown area had undoubtedly become Torrio and his Five Points Gang.

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

The remaining gang members lost their leader and started fighting on their own.

The Gopher Gang was torn apart. Except for some Irishmen who were on the edge of a knife and were spotted by Torrio and pulled into the Five Points Gang, the territories of all the others were divided up.

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

The person who took the butcher away was also found out.

The Italians were having lunch when the mole reported this information to Torrio.

On the plate in front of him was a piece of beef rib, not quite done, with a hint of red and blood on it.

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

"They are from the Border Detective Agency." The Rat said, "We found out that they were interrogating the butcher in a warehouse at the dock. But they moved there later, and some of our people saw it."

"Border Detective Agency?" Torrio began to scrape the flesh off his ribs with his knife. "Are they involved in this, too?"

He tried to be elegant, but the beef he had eaten before had been prepared by the butcher and was easy to cut.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Torrio became annoyed and simply picked up the ribs and started gnawing on them.

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

With a loud bang.

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

He wiped his hands on the tablecloth, licked his lips, and a burning light flashed in his eyes.

The Italian stared at the mole:

"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 mole replied.

He glanced at his boss and found that Torrio had a crazy expression and was laughing inexplicably:

"Hey Hey"

The mole knew that Chen Jianqiu was his boss's idol. Could it be that?
"Boss, should we give Mr. Chen some face in this matter?" the mole asked obediently.

"Face? Ah, yes, of course you have to give it. But, Gopher, do you know how to give face to your idol so that he can be impressed by you?" Torio looked at Gopher and asked.

The mole shook his head.

Torrio tapped the plate with his fork and said to the mole in a serious tone:
"Surpass him! Defeat him! Make him suffer! Even kill him. This is the greatest respect for your idol. Do you understand?"

He waved at the mole, and the two of them came together.

"Let's discuss our next plan."

Just as Torrio and his men were discussing the "star-chasing plan", his idol Chen Jianqiu had already handed the Butcher over to Roosevelt.

"Now that we have evidence, we can deal with these scum." Roosevelt looked at the butcher who was locked in the cell and breathed a sigh of relief. "At least I can avenge my dead police officer."

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

"The evidence is irrefutable. The court and the citizens will support us. The police who have been paid will not dare to act rashly. I will deal with anyone who makes a small move." Roosevelt said firmly, "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 open his mouth.

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

"You paid for this out of your own pocket, right?" Chen Jianqiu said with a smile, "I heard that the police department's budget is probably not enough to cover its expenses."

Roosevelt looked slightly embarrassed.

"Just give me a symbolic reward. I'm always happy to help my friends." Chen Jianqiu patted Roosevelt's shoulder with his other hand. "But I guess someone will come to 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 just frowned and kept saying "hmm".

"The mayor wants to hear my opinion on the warehouse explosion and the recent spate of murders in downtown."

Roosevelt said this after hanging up the receiver.

(End of this chapter)