The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 331 Massacre
Robert Pinkerton stood beside a carriage, watching the detective in front of him quickly approaching the intersection, a smug smile on his face.

His plan worked.

The Chinese man was lured out of San Francisco using a gang meeting.

By leaving San Francisco, the Chinese man lost his influence and power, as well as his greatest support.

The shame of the Pinkerton Detective Agency can be washed away.

There are more than one hundred detectives and reserve detectives dispatched today. They are all professionals with excellent marksmanship and skills. They are good at arresting, tracking and dealing with various complex situations.

Plus more than two hundred Chicago Bureau of Investigation officers.

This is the largest-scale operation with the largest number of people mobilized since the establishment of this city.

At this time, not only two directions, but all four directions were surrounded.

After the carriage of Chen Zhengwei and others passed by, the road behind was now blocked.

Robert Pinkerton was sure that these people would be caught in one fell swoop.

In another direction, William Pinkerton pointed his gun at the carriage and watched the detectives around him approaching quickly.

Just then, in the dim light of the street lamp, he saw a gun barrel pointed out from the carriage.

"Be careful!" William Pinkerton warned loudly, but his eyes were more excited.

He really wanted to see the Chinaman's expression now.

Following his reminder, other investigation bureau personnel also became cautious, and then they saw gun barrels sticking out of the carriage.

Da da da!
The sound of gunfire was completely different from ordinary gunfire, like the sound of typing on a typewriter.

A fire snake spewed out directly from the muzzle.

Then comes the second and third!
Bullets spurted out of the carriage like a rainstorm, with a few shots of revolvers in between.

The approaching Pinkerton detectives and FBI officers were first covered in blood mist, and then fell down like harvested wheat.

William Pinkerton stared at a detective not far ahead - that was Alexander, an old detective with more than ten years of experience. At this moment, his body kept shaking, and he seemed to be fixed there.

After a moment, he fell to the ground like a broken sack.

Alexander's eyes were open, blood flowing from the wounds on his body.

Immediately afterwards, a flying bullet blew up William Pinkerton's head.

What just happened? What was that?
Almost everyone's mind went blank.

It was like the first time the Native Americans encountered the musket.

Their thinking is still stuck in the fighting method of pulling the bolt once for each shot, or pulling the trigger once.

The bullets from the submachine gun rained down like a rainstorm, completely beyond their imagination, as if a stun grenade hit them directly in the face.

This is the devil!

With this terrifying firing rate, how many bullets can be fired in one minute?

How could there be such a weapon?
In the distance, Robert Pinkerton's gaze froze.

Everyone looked at the people in the front row with horror as they fell down like sacks, and then the gunfire stopped briefly.

"Charge, charge! We must not give them the chance to change their bullets!" One of the detectives with the fastest reaction shouted wildly with his eyes wide open.

The firing rate of that unknown firearm made the guns in their hands seem like toys.

But they consume bullets quickly and reload slowly.

Now is their chance.

However, not everyone has his decisiveness. After the gunfire briefly stopped, the others looked at the corpses on the ground in horror, then turned around and fled like crazy.

Both the police officers and the experienced detectives collapsed under this new weapon.

However, just two seconds later, the gun muzzles once again appeared from the carriage windows.

An old detective roared and shot at the carriage, but the bullet penetrated the wooden board on the surface of the carriage, and the sound was actually the bullet hitting the iron plate.

Da da da!
Fire snakes once again shot out from the carriage windows.

The street, which was only a few dozen meters long, seemed like an insurmountable chasm at this moment.

Those detectives and police officers who were lucky enough to survive didn't even have a chance to escape under the sweep of the fire snake and fell to the ground one after another.

Submachine guns swept across, forming a violent net that covered everyone.

Chen Zhengwei was sitting in the carriage with a cigarette in his mouth. He snatched the submachine gun from Aaron's hand. With a slight sound, a magazine fell to the floor of the carriage, and a new magazine was replaced. Then he kicked the door of the carriage open and stepped out of the carriage.

With a bloodthirsty smile on his face, he glanced at the detective and police officer who turned around and fled in front of the carriage.

"What's the big deal about having more people? What can you use to fight me with a small pistol?" Chen Zhengwei said with a grin as he looked at the row of people falling down.

Following Chen Zhengwei's actions, other thugs also got off the carriage one after another, pulling the trigger towards the streets in four directions with a bit of excitement and ferocity.

The carriage on the roadside was hit by countless bullets, and countless wood chips flew everywhere, leaving holes in it.

The horse pulling the cart had already fallen to the ground.

Chen Zhengwei fired a magazine, pressed his finger, and the magazine fell to the ground. The other magazine between his fingers was replaced.

I looked up and looked around. Apart from the groans and the sound of changing magazines, there was almost no other sound.

Chen Zhengwei stretched out his hand to signal everyone to cease fire, then walked aside with his gun.

He just saw that when other people were rushing over here, there was a man standing here who looked like a leader.

The person Chen Zhengwei saw was Robert Pinkerton.

He was shot in the second round of shooting and was lying beside the carriage with blood gushing out of his mouth.

Robert Pinkerton looked at the street lamp not far above his head, his eyes full of despair.

What are those people holding in their hands?
With the sound of crisp footsteps, Chen Zhengwei walked up to Robert Pinkerton and looked down at him.

This man's clothes are indeed more respectable than others.

The clothes are made of silk and are very expensive.

There was a top hat lying on the ground next to it.

"Is this what you prepared for me?" Chen Zhengwei sneered, "With just a few of you, you dare to come and cause trouble for me? Do you think you are invulnerable?"

This was the first time Robert Pinkerton met Chen Zhengwei in person.

He had thought about what the two would say when they met, and no matter which version it was, he would be the winner.

He never thought it would turn out like this.

As soon as Robert Pinkerton opened his mouth, blood gushed out. His lung was punctured.

Chen Zhengwei lowered his head and picked up the badge on Robert Pinkerton's chest. On it was an eye and a circle of words around it: "We Never Sleep!"

"Never sleep? I mean never suffer from insomnia!" Chen Zhengwei showed a sarcastic smile and pointed the gun at Robert Pinkerton: "You slept less before, but you can sleep all the time in the future!"

After saying that, he pulled the trigger, and all the bullets in the magazine fell into Robert Pinkerton's body.

Three seconds later, Robert Pinkerton was like a leaky sack!
"Are there any casualties?" Chen Zhengwei turned his head and asked.

"One person died...and a few others got their hands burned by touching the gun barrels!" Aaron said with a smile on his face. It was so refreshing.

As for the dead one...it's just a dead person. You knew this day would come when you started doing things.

The unlucky guy was shot in the head through the car window.

The others who touched the gun barrels with their hands… they deserved it. “Check if there are any survivors!” Chen Zhengwei took a deep puff of his cigarette and flicked the cigarette butt aside.

Stand under the streetlight with your arms slightly open.

The whole street was filled with the fragrant aroma of gunpowder and blood.

He likes the taste.

It makes people excited from the heart.

"No... don't kill me..." A prospective detective fell to the ground with two bullets in his stomach. He looked at the man who walked in front of him in despair.

This is a young and handsome man.

A Chinese youth in gentleman's suit pulled out a pistol expressionlessly, pointed it at his head and pulled the trigger.

boom!
Accompanied by occasional gunshots, there was no other sound on the street after a while.

"You guys go back to the hotel and let Green and Great Poland take action! Two people must die, Allen Pinkerton and the head of their foreign relations department!"

"Great Poland led people to the headquarters of the Pinkerton Detective Agency and killed the top executives of the Pinkerton Detective Agency. Their leader here is Robert Pinkerton? I don't know if he is dead or not! There is also another son of Allen Pinkerton!"

Chen Zhengwei ordered.

He also didn't know who the person was who was beaten into a sieve by him just now.

For such a big operation, if Robert Pinkerton is not here, he must be waiting for news at the detective agency headquarters.

"Let's go back to the manor!"

"Brother Wei, what are we going back for? Who are we going to kill?" Aaron said excitedly.

"You're crazy!" Chen Zhengwei kicked him.

"We encountered a large-scale firefight on the way, and one of our guys was killed by a stray bullet!" Chen Zhengwei grinned.

What does this matter have to do with him?
Even if everyone knows that he did it, as long as no one dares to say it out loud, it has nothing to do with him.

……

When the first gunshot rang out, no one in the manor noticed it.

But soon the banquet was interrupted by the intensive gunfire in the distance.

After all, this is downtown Chicago and it is night time. The gunshots can be heard from far and wide and are so dense.

Thompson called Frederick Eberst: "What's going on?"

He noticed that Eberst looked calm and knew what he should know.

"Mr. Mayor, it's a capture operation!" Eberst whispered.

"The Chinese man just now was a very dangerous criminal. My people are trying to capture him now. The gunfire has stopped now. The operation has been successful! It won't affect anyone else!"

"Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?" Thompson asked angrily.

He didn't care whether the Chinese man was a criminal or not. What he cared about was that a large sum of money flew away right under his nose!

A moment later, the door of the banquet hall was pushed open, and Eberst thought it was his men coming to report the situation.

However, when he looked up, he saw someone he was not expecting.

A tall young man in a red gentleman's suit was striding in.

"How could it be?" Eberst's eyes were suddenly filled with doubt.

I have arranged more than two hundred police officers, as well as those people from the Pinkerton Detective Agency. How could he be allowed to run here?
And what is he doing here?
Eberst dropped his hands to his waist before he remembered he didn't have a gun.

Just as he was hesitating whether to stand in front of Thompson, Chen Zhengwei had already strode over and said, "I didn't expect the security in Chicago to be so chaotic!"

"I just went out and found a lot of people exchanging fire! There are at least several hundred people. Is this a war?"

Chen Zhengwei's words stirred the crowd around him, and they gathered around him curiously to ask, "Mr. Chen, what happened outside?"

"I want to ask more!" Chen Zhengwei shrugged, then grinned at Eberst with a somewhat cold smile.

"Mr. Chief, why is there a gunfight involving hundreds of people in downtown Chicago? And it's only three blocks away from here!"

"Before coming here, I always thought Chicago would be much safer than San Francisco. To be honest, I have never encountered anything like this in San Francisco, and I have never even heard of it."

"Just now, one of my employees was accidentally hit by a stray bullet and died on the spot."

"I want to know what happened! Mr. Director!" Chen Zhengwei asked directly and coldly.

Thompson glanced at Chen Zhengwei, then at Eberst, his eyes full of meaning.

"Mr. Chen, luckily you are okay! This is the greatest luck!" Thompson said with a smile.

"But my employees are not so lucky. I brought them out, and I should take them back!" Chen Zhengwei nodded at Thompson.

Eberst was even more shocked and wanted to know what had happened.

Why is Chen Zhengwei here, why is he fine, why is this Chinese man questioning himself here!

"I'm going to find out what happened!" Eberst gave Thompson a look, then waved to the bodyguards at the manor in the distance, signaling them to protect the mayor.

"Mr. Director, the situation there is very dangerous! I'm sorry for my impulsiveness just now! If you want to go to the scene, I will go with you!" Chen Zhengwei's tone softened.

After hearing this, Eberst's expression froze.

Staring at Chen Zhengwei, as if trying to see what he was thinking.

"The situation outside is very chaotic now. My employees can protect me and also protect Mr. Director!" Chen Zhengwei continued.

Eberst hesitated for a long time before nodding.

"I'll go and see what's going on!" At this time a gentleman stood up and showed his courage.

He is Gordon, a well-known tough guy in Chicago's wealthy circle who once made great contributions in the Civil War.

His experiences have always been legendary in the circles of wealthy people and ladies in Chicago.

After a while, several people came outside and saw Chen Zhengwei's carriage parked there with many bullet holes on it.

"It was hit by a stray bullet just now!" said Chen Zhengwei.

Gordon leaned over to take a look, then turned to look at Chen Zhengwei with a change in his eyes. "Mr. Chen is lucky!"

"Of course, God has always favored me!" Chen Zhengwei pulled out the cross from his clothes and kissed it.

Gordon saw that these bullet holes did not look like they were caused by stray bullets from a long distance.

Unless it's a rifle.

But these bullet holes were obviously not caused by rifles.

What’s more, there are steel plates inside these carriages!

"Gentlemen, let's go!" Chen Zhengwei kindly invited the two to get in the car.

After getting on the carriage, Gordon remained alert, his whole body tense as if he would explode at any time.

Until the carriage arrived three streets away.

The strong smell of blood carried into the carriage with the wind.

Gordon's face changed.

"It's right in front!" Chen Zhengwei signaled the carriage to stop!

(End of this chapter)