America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 378 The storm is coming

Hanif wisely led a group of non-Chinese detectives to guard the town's entrance.

"Boss, there's a fire over there."

"Maybe the gangsters resisted and kicked over the fire."

"Boss, the screams over there are so miserable."

"It's probably our people who are treating their gunshot wounds. Also, don't call me boss. You only have one boss, and his name is Chen Jianqiu!"

Hanif patted the head of his subordinate who was looking around, even though he didn't believe what he said.

He chose to turn a blind eye to the raging fire and the screams in the camp.

There was no human movement there at all.

Don't worry about things you shouldn't. Wipe your butt when it's time to wipe your butt.

Hanif has always believed that if these people could learn half of his skills, they would not be in a mess in the union.

A week later, in Hanif's office at the Border Detective Agency.

Chen Jianqiu opened the information.

The townspeople of Arcata dare not leave their houses until after dawn.

People's attention has been diverted to other places.

"That's a fake name."

He had a feeling that "the storm is about to come and the wind will fill the building".

"Well, the sharks in Humboldt Bay should have no shortage of food during this period." Hanif nodded.

If he could not stop the bill when it was passed three years ago, then this time, he decided that he could no longer let the Chinese become victims of politics.

Walking at the front was a young man with short hair.

No one knows who launched the attack in the darkness that night.

"There are some of our people among them." Hanif scratched his head, a little embarrassed, "But they are not doing well."

There was a tattoo on the human skin, and the tattoo was T.B, the initials of the cripple's name.

"These two are the aliases used by 'Cripple' and 'Hyena' in the Knights of Labor." Hanif walked to Chen Jianqiu's side and pointed at these two names.

Hanif frowned: "Boss, is there really nothing more complete?"

In the end, Chen Jianqiu did not choose to speak.

"A month ago, this book was very thin." Hanif gestured with his index finger and thumb, "But now, it is thick."

As for the two teeth, they look more like those of some kind of canine, but they are different.

Chen Jianqiu did not say any "sorrow" words to comfort the old man.

Each of them has a white sleeve on his arm.

In short, if you follow Chen Jianqiu, you will have meat to eat.

Chen Jianqiu looked out the window.

Is it to completely arouse the rebellious sentiments of the Chinese to intensify conflicts and make California's violent anti-Chinese behavior more legal?

This is a danger signal!

He knew that this result was too cruel for the old man in front of him.

With Huang Tongshi's support, Huang Yongren walked out tremblingly.

It is definitely unrealistic to ask them to join the undercover knights.

He turned to a dog-eared page.

Hanif handed a piece of information to Chen Jianqiu who was sitting on the sofa.

Hanif chuckled.

They threw all the bodies into a carriage that had been prepared.

"Where did you get this roster?" Chen Jianqiu closed the book.

Some of the detectives in the California branch of the Border Detective Agency are Chinese detectives.

Other undercover agents were recruited after the California branch of the Pinkerton Detective Agency was disbanded.

These people stopped at the door of Ningyang Guild Hall.

No one knows where they are now.

His mouth was open, sadness pooled at the bottom of his throat, and he couldn't make any crying sounds.

At first, there were people on the other side of the town looking eagerly towards the camp.

"It's hard to say, but the strange thing is that 'Cripple' and 'Hyena' are members of the Knights."

After killing Huang Qingyun and Lao Qi, Arcata's militia and the "Lame" group directly threw the bodies into the wild and allowed them to be eaten by vultures and wild wolves.

When Chen Jianqiu and the others found it, they could no longer find the complete body, and even the skull was missing.

"but."

If the purpose of kidnapping the leader of the guild hall is to extort a large amount of money.

"Their membership is growing like crazy."

In a daze, everything last night seemed like a dream.

He just told Huang Yongren that his murderer was dead, but the matter was not over yet.

Two lines of old tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, flowed into the ravines on his face, and wetted his silver beard and hair.

The violent anti-China movement in the west reached its climax in the late 1870s.

Arcata's act of sending Chinese people proved to be an attempt instigated by forces behind the scenes to take advantage of local sentiments.

He sat on the sofa and fell into deep thought.

But the blood stains at the entrance of the town and the scorched earth of the camp told them that it was not the case.

The people in the town immediately became obedient and hid in their homes, not daring to move around.

"Chen, Boss Chen, this is."

"No." Chen Jianqiu glanced at Hanif and replied briefly.

There is no love without reason, and there is no hatred without reason.

Huang Yongren looked at his brother's bones in the box and was heartbroken.

There are two names on it, circled in big red pen.

"There is no such person as O'Neal in the Knights of Labor in California."

Chen Jianqiu returned the roster to Hanif.

Huang Yongren's eyes were glazed over and his hands were trembling. He raised it several times to open the lid of the box, but put it down again.

This is a thick list of members of the California Knights of Labor.

Even if it were, it would be a nightmare.

Although they didn't dare to get close, they were all chattering and discussing.

The lid was opened, but there were only a few scattered bones inside.

Chen Jianqiu threw him a piece of bloody human skin and two teeth.

Dozens of people disappeared in the town overnight.

Hanif asked his men to clean up the mess at the entrance of the town.

Chen Jianqiu held the box with both hands and handed it to the old man.

Huang Tongshi on the side did this for him.

If that were really the case, then Akhtar's behavior would not be an isolated case.

One afternoon a few days later, a dozen Chinese people wearing black clothes appeared at the intersection of Chinatown.

But in the years after the 1982 bill was introduced, it fell into silence.

The Chinese people along the way craned their necks to watch the fun, and some were following behind.

He held a long wooden box in his hand and walked slowly along the main road.

Then he drove the carriage, together with the two covered carriages coming from the camp, along the coast and into the wilderness outside the town.

"I've been keeping an eye on them since you sent me a telegram to investigate them." He touched his mustache and said proudly.

He changed the subject.

But Hanif immediately asked Maxim to scan the open space at the entrance of the town.

"Has it been dealt with?" Chen Jianqiu glanced at Hanif.

"Take it to collect the reward." Chen Jianqiu wiped his hands and said.

The balances in my apartment and bank are not fake.

He didn't return until daybreak.

"Is it possible that he is not from the Knights of Labor at all?" Camilla on the side asked, holding her hands on the sofa.

"Hanif, how confident are you in infiltrating the Knights of Labor?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

Chen Jianqiu started to speak but stopped.

With the help of Huang Tongshi, the old man could barely stand.

The most they can do is get some lists or something.

"It doesn't matter, I have someone to choose from." Chen Jianqiu thought of someone.

Worker, reliable, young but experienced.

That is Holly Romney, the son of current Roswell Mayor Danny Romney.

(End of chapter)