The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 489: The KKK Attack
In a mansion in downtown Houston, Houston Mayor Joseph R. Morris was standing at the window with a glass of wine in his hand.

Gunshots were heard from outside the window from time to time.

"The KKK is a tool, but it's no longer useful. They will only drag us to hell with them!" said Joseph R. Morris.

And there was another person sitting in the corner of the room: Walter C. Morris.

Walter C. Morris remained silent.

He actually did not agree with selling the KKK to the Chinese.

But he knew that Joseph was right, these KKK members were indeed out of control.

In fact, these days, these KKK members have been plotting a counterattack.

Even he had no control over them at all.

"The most important thing in this matter is to get us out of here! I am the mayor of Houston, and I have the qualifications to be a bystander!" Joseph R. Morris continued.

"Go contact Wilkes tomorrow! Tell them what happened here!"

"The next thing is the matter between the KKK and the Chinese!"

"We will cooperate with whichever side can stay in this city!" said Joseph R. Morris.

In fact, he considered joining forces with the KKK and using the power of the Houston government to drive out the Chinese.

But in that case, he would be the first to die.

So he chose to remove the Morris family.

Half an hour later, the gunfire in Houston stopped.

After dawn, Walter Morris left Houston to meet Wilkes, an important figure in the Ku Klux Klan in Texas.

In fact, the KKK was a very loose alliance in the beginning.

Especially since the promulgation of the Anti-KKK Law and the death of its founder Nathan Bedford Forrest three years ago, the KKK has been operating in a highly localized manner without any clear subordinate relationship.

But Wilkes is different. He is a veteran of the KKK and has close ties with KKK organizations in other states.

That evening, Walter Morris arrived in Galveston, the commercial and economic center of Texas and also a port city.

And its population is much larger than Houston, with a population of nearly 30,000.

Walter met Wilkes, a man in his fifties, in an ordinary apartment building in Galveston.

Behind him, there were several men in white robes, with hoods covering their faces, so Walter had no idea what they looked like.

"This is the situation!" Walter roughly recounted what happened.

"So, what were you doing when the Chinese attacked your brothers?" Wilkes' eyes were sharp, as if he could see into Walter's heart.

"I'm in the manor." Walter was mentally prepared and spoke calmly.

Wilkes looked at him for a moment before looking away.

He said he knew it and didn't say anything more.

Walter knew very well that the other party didn’t trust him now, and left after a moment.

After he left, Wilkes said, "We must fight back!"

"In the United States, white people are the dominant group, and we represent the future of the United States. We have pure blood and superior wisdom!"

"Those lowlifes will only pollute the country!"

"Those yellow people are invading our land, taking our jobs, and if we don't pay attention, they will destroy our culture!"

"So we must fight back! Let them know that this is our place!"

"But we need to investigate their situation first!" Wilkes said.

That Chinese man did fight a battle with the U.S. Army, but the biggest advantage of their KKK was that all of them were ordinary people. After taking off their white robes, no one knew they were KKK members.

So what if those Chinese are good at fighting?
……

Half a month later at night, Rong Jiasheng came out of a banquet hosted by a congressman and prepared to return to the hotel.

Rong Jiasheng was a little drunk.

However, not long after the three carriages left the manor, they discovered that the intersection ahead was blocked horizontally by a carriage carrying goods. Under the dim street lights, they could see that the wheels of the carriage were broken.

The coachman was holding up the oil lamp to change it.

Several thugs jumped off the carriage, holding guns at their waists and walked forward to check the situation.

However, at this moment, a number of figures emerged from the surrounding darkness, with their guns pointed at this side.

Bang, bang, bang! A chaotic burst of gunfire rang out, and a large amount of gunpowder smoke rose up at the same time.

The horsemen who got off the carriage were beaten to death on the spot before they even had time to react.

The coachman and the horse pulling the carriage were also beaten to death on the spot.

At this moment, Rong Jiasheng suddenly came to his senses and the drunkenness on his body disappeared. He took out a revolver from his waist and looked out the window. He saw a group of people in white robes rushing towards the carriage.

"The KKK... was ambushed!" Rong Jiasheng's heart sank. Without time to think, he fired his pistol out of the car window.

At the same time, the men in another carriage behind him also shot outside from the perspective of the carriage.

After knocking down three people in a row, a loud explosion suddenly sounded behind him.

boom!
The carriage behind was thrown directly under the carriage by a cannonball and exploded into pieces!

Rong Jiasheng felt a chill in his heart. After he ran out of bullets, he had no time to change the magazine. Several KKK members opened the car door and started slashing inside with knives.

Rong Jiasheng tried to fend for himself, but was soon hacked to pieces and covered in blood, then dragged out of the carriage.

The moment he was dragged down, he saw torches lit all around him. KKK members wearing white robes and whose faces could not be seen were holding torches and looking down at him.

Rong Jiasheng knew in his heart that he was doomed.

"Take him away!" a man from the KKK ordered, and someone immediately came over with a horse.

The others immediately tied Rong Jiasheng's hands and tied the other end to the horse.

Then he collected the weapons of the other henchmen.

"Look... that's the kind of gun!" A KKK member excitedly took out a gun from the shattered carriage and held it high. Others immediately whistled excitedly.

Then the group of people tied up all the Chinese bodies with ropes and dragged them with horses.

"go!"

After a group of people got on their horses, they whipped their horses to urge them to leave, while making strange howls of excitement!

The bodies of the Chinese were immediately dragged behind the horses, leaving streaks of blood on the ground.

Rong Jiasheng couldn't stand up at all and was also dragged behind the horse. He soon felt severe pain all over his body.

Especially where the skin touched the ground, the surface of his body was rubbed into a blur of flesh and blood, which almost made him faint on the spot.

However, the KKK members did not intend to drag him to death. After dragging him for a distance, they pulled him onto a horse and took him to the suburbs.

At this time, crosses have been erected on the roadsides in the suburbs.

A group of people arrived near the cross and jumped off their horses and nailed the bloody Rong Jiasheng to the cross.

Rong Jiasheng was awakened by severe pain in his hands and feet.

But he had completely lost his strength at this point!
I watched helplessly as the KKK piled branches and firewood under the cross.

Rong Jiasheng forced himself to open his eyes and looked at the people in front of him, many of whom had taken off their hoods.

Rong Jiasheng saw an acquaintance among them... the host of the previous banquet, the son of Congressman Chapman, a young man who was only fifteen years old and smiled shyly.

However, his smile now was full of excitement and madness, and there was no trace of his previous shyness.

Rong Jiasheng stared at Congressman Chapman's son, twitched the corners of his mouth, and blood and saliva dripped down the corners of his mouth.

"I'll be waiting for your family down below..."

Rong Jiasheng's face was full of sarcasm. He knew that this congressman's family would die a more miserable death than himself.

However, he was in such a bloody state at the moment that no one else could see the expression on his face.

Then a white man about forty years old personally handed a torch to the young man.

The boy used a torch to light the branches and firewood.

The flames engulfed Rong Jiasheng.

The KKK members around burst into laughter, and the Chapman child was also infected and suddenly raised the torch in his hand.

And cheers rang out all around.

"We are just launching the first step of counterattack!" said the white man who was about 40 years old.

"Next, we will judge them and let them know that this is not a place they can come from!"

Half an hour after the shooting, Schultz received the news and immediately rushed to the scene with his men. He saw only a destroyed carriage and a dead horse.

And there was no body left.

However, there were streaks of blood on the ground, as well as the remains of clothes and flesh that had been dragged.

"They should..." Ma Zai said with a frown.

This made Schultz look very unhappy.

"Looking for...if he's alive, I want to see him. If he's dead, I want to see his body!" Schultz squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, his whole body shaking with anger.

He was nearly exploding now.

Schultz led his men to search along the blood trail and finally found it outside the city. They saw an erected cross. The flame on it had gone out and the cross had turned into charcoal.

Along with the cross, the bodies on it also turned to charcoal.

Some bodies were even left with only half of their bodies.

At this moment, a figure suddenly emerged from the half-man-high grass and sparse woods in the distance, raised his gun and fired at them!
The sound of rifle fire and submachine gun fire mixed together.

The submachine guns carried by Rong Jiasheng's men also became weapons of the KKK.

More than a dozen of Schultz's men were knocked down immediately, and the rest quickly found cover and fought back.

"Shit, it's a submachine gun!"

"Open fire, kill them!"

Accompanied by muzzle flashes and gunshots, people on both sides continued to fall.

Fortunately, the other party had not snatched many bullets from Rong Jiasheng, and the submachine gun stopped firing after two rounds. Only the rifles were still firing and emitting smoke.

Schultz's men gained the upper hand.

"Don't let them run away, kill them!"

After most of the KKK members were beaten to death, the remaining ones fled into the nearby grass and woods.

It was not until dawn that Schultz took stock of the situation at the scene.

More than twenty of his men were killed.

More than seventy KKK members were beaten to death.

This made his face turn livid.

Moreover, they counted the charred bodies on the crosses and found that the number was the same as that of Rong Jiasheng and others.

Schultz watched as bodies were dragged out of the half-human-high grass, and their hoods were removed, revealing ordinary white faces.

Some are in their thirties or forties, while others are only in their teens, with childish looks on their faces.

"Confirm their identities and addresses!" Schultz stepped on a still childish face, his voice full of anger and murderous intent.

He knew he was in big trouble.

The identities of these people must be found out before the boss sends someone again.

Then follow their identities to find other KKK members.

(End of this chapter)