It's another winter morning.

As the sun rises, the surface temperature gradually recovers, but those who step out of the gate can still see the white fog when they exhale.

Sergeant Pyler came out of the house as is customary. Ride to the police station.

In all this time, he had barely slept well, first Fred, then Leonard, and there was a gang in town called Santa Cruz.

Almost every day, people would come to the police station to report the atrocities of the gang to the famous Sheriff Pyler, hoping that the sheriff would administer justice for them.

He would also occasionally catch one or two people.

But that doesn't change anything at all.

He couldn't take Miles and the two of them into the gang's stronghold to arrest people.

Feeling powerless and deeply frustrated, Pyler even began to wonder if he had made the right choice in the first place.

Man lives in hope, and when the old hope is fulfilled or extinguished, the flame of the new hope burns with it.

Now, Pealer doesn't see where the hope is.

As he wandered around the last corner, he suddenly found that the entrance of the police station was bustling with a large crowd of townspeople gathered there.

"How can there be so many people early in the morning?"

Puzzled, Pyler approached the crowd, but he was taken aback by what he saw.

In the center of the crowd, kneeling a dozen people.

Their clothes were stripped naked, their bodies were tied in a sturdy knot with rope, their mouths were stuffed with rags, and most of them were dying from the cold, except for the middle one who was still struggling.

The man had one more "garment" than the others, and on his head was a black cloth bag with a cross sprayed with white paint.

The crowd of onlookers pointed at them.

These people, turned to ashes, are known to the residents of the town, and they are all the "heroes" of the Santa Cruz Gang who usually do power in the town.

When they saw the tragic situation of these people, they all applauded.

Some of them couldn't take it anymore and rushed up to punch and kick the people lying on the ground, while the other townsfolk who had been bullied followed suit.

"Stop!" Pyler shouted.

But no one paid any attention to him, and the townspeople beat him even harder, and some of them kicked too much, and prepared to go home and get their weapons.

"Smack!"

Sergeant Pyler fired a shot into the sky to make the grumpy townsfolk stop what they were doing.

He parted the crowd and squeezed in, walking over to one of the Santa Cruz gangsters who had been beaten to death.

Between the rope on the man's back and his body, a note was inserted.

Pyler pulled out the note.

Only one sentence is written on it:

"Sergeant Peal: Respectfully presented."

The inscription is longer than the text: the famous thief - Thiago González Maotai Santiago Sebastian Rodrigo Selmo Mendel

And outside the town, in a tree by a river, three corpses were hung in a row, like dried sausages.

In front of the tree stood three women, who picked up stones from the ground and threw them at the corpse.

After venting their anger, the women fell to their knees and prayed to the river.

"Sisters, don't forget our benefactor, Mr. Chen!"

The criminals were tried, the Santa Cruz gang was destroyed, and Lincolnshire was once again at peace.

Palle was satisfied, and hope was rekindled in his life; Scott was satisfied, and as far away as Santa Fe, he received a political donation signed by Leonard, and he knew that Lincolnshire was decided;

In front of Abiot, he couldn't hide his admiration for Chen Jianqiu at all.

His own vision is really unique.

Therefore, when Abiot relayed one of Chen Jianqiu's requests to him, he agreed without even thinking about it.

Chen Jianqiu transferred him to Abiot a thick stack of lists with the names of some Chinese on them.

He hoped that the state courts would grant them U.S. citizenship without a quick deadline and by April.

For this reason, the reason given by Chen Jianqiu is that he needs to use political means to get Standard Oil out of Roswell as soon as possible.

Scott smiled.

People without desire are not easy to control, and what he likes about Chen Jianqiu is that this Chinese is also a careerist.

"You go back and tell him that if he wants to be mayor of Roswell or Lincolnshire, I can let him do it." Scott said.

After hearing this, Chen Jianqiu laughed.

Mayor of the town, anyone can be anything, as long as that person's surname is Chen.

Residents of Lincolnshire continue to live as usual, and merchants from north to south still use the area as an important trading place near the U.S.-Mexico border.

But they still found that the town had changed a little, one was that there were more yellow-skinned Chinese, and these Chinese all spoke some English and were happy to communicate with them.

Most of them worked on ranches around Lincolnshire, and the owner of the ranch was the famous Mr. Chan.

But since that incident, Mr. Chan has been unusually low-key, barely seen in the town.

The second change is that there are often a lot of tank-drawn carts transporting refined oil products in the town, and every time they appear, it is a convoy.

Mr. Meyer, the general manager of Standard Oil's Roswell Field & Refinery, had a headache.

The originally negotiated Albuquerque-Roswell railroad was halted due to a terrible armed conflict, and there is no time for the resumption of construction.

To this end, Rockefeller personally sent a letter to the governor of New Mexico asking for an end to the endless investigation of the Santa Fe Railroad.

However, the governor said that this was an Albuquerque matter and that he and the state judiciary had no right to intervene.

And when Mr. Rockefeller sent his own lawyer to help Blake win the lawsuit and resume the construction of the railroad as soon as possible.

The next day, black-and-white photographs of oil tycoon Rockefeller and railroad tycoon Blake appeared on the first pages of Albuquerque and Santa Fe newspapers.

The title is:

Shady and Dealings – The scheming Cleveland oil robbers appear in New Mexico.

For a time, adjectives such as "embarrassed" and "Rockefeller's lackey" were added to the relationship between Blake and Rockefeller.

The mayor of Albuquerque gave a speech at the entrance of City Hall that day, and he told his supporters: Rockefeller's many actions are in the way of justice, and his hand is stretched too far.

Rockefeller didn't expect to touch his nose directly in New Mexico, and after scolding "poor country, unreasonable", he continued to busy himself with his affairs in the east.

The Standard Oil Trust, which he founded at the beginning of the year, has a bunch of troubles to deal with.

As a result, Meyer had to use tank-drawn wagons to haul the finished oil to Albuquerque and from there by rail.

This has led to skyrocketing shipping costs.

In addition, Roswell's place is too remote, supplies are scarce, and the price is surprisingly high.

As a result, Roswell's refinery was never profitable on its books.

Every time Meyer looked at the report, he was sad.

If they don't make money, what the hell are they coming to Roswell for? Reviving the local economy?

The most outrageous thing is that even such a reluctant transportation route has encountered very big trouble.

No, one morning in early March, Meyer, dressed in a suit, appeared at the door of the Lincolnshire Sheriff's Office in a rage.

He burst into the office and threw a document on the desk in front of Payler.

One more, two more later

(End of chapter)