His beard trembled.

"Oh, it's you." Chen Jianqiu's gaze swept over.

He waved his hand.

On the back of the head, the beard was hit with the butt of a rifle and fell forward.

And the rest of the people basically ended up in the same way.

Among the workers in the outhouse of the union, only Huang Mao was left in a state of soberness.

"Who are you?" Huang Mao raised his head, "What are you going to do?" ”

It was not Chen Jianqiu who answered him, but another rifle butt.

Huang Mao fainted.

A member of the dragon group next to him pulled out the rope and tied him up firmly.

Chen Jianqiu glanced around.

Tables and chairs were haphazardly arranged, the floor was littered with cheap cigarette butts, and on the table, under the table, under the chairs, and in the corners, there were piles of empty wine bottles.

The air was filled with the smell of smoke and alcohol, which was incessant.

Chen Jianqiu rubbed his nose:

"Is this a fucking union?"

A rabble, ruffians and hooligans.

He suddenly came up with the idea of teaching these people what a real union is.

"What about these people?" Li Sifu pointed to the dock worker lying on the ground.

"Huang Mao took it away, and the rest of the people were locked in the house." Chen Jianqiu glanced at the group. "Since they like to set fires, let's give them a fire."

"Okay!"

Li Sifu ran out, and after a while, he came back with a small barrel of kerosene.

When everything was ready, the people of the Long Xiang group exited the house.

Chen Jianqiu was the last to come out of the house, he took out the Pinkerton metal badge from his pocket and threw it into the room.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded again on the docks.

Chen Jianqiu led the members of the Longxiang group to gallop along the road by the sea.

Behind them, soon, the flames soared.

"Boss, where are we going next?" Li Sifu asked.

"Go there."

Chen Jianqiu pointed to a cliff by the sea in the distance.

In the moonlight, the waves crashed and crashed against the cliffs and the reef below, making a roar.

Huang Mao was awakened by a slap and a salty sea breeze.

When he woke up, he found himself being dragged to the edge of a cliff.

"Stand still!" Li Sifu held him steady, and then took a few steps back.

Huang Mao looked behind him.

The cliff went straight up and down, so high that even if he looked down from above, his legs would be trembling all the time.

Below is a bare reef, as long as you fall, there is a high probability of falling on it, you will definitely be crushed, and there is no possibility of survival.

He turned his head and saw at least two guns pointed at him in front of him.

"Don't, don't kill me!" Huang Mao knelt down directly, his hands were tied behind his back, which made him lose his balance all of a sudden, and his face fell directly to the ground.

He struggled, like a live maggot scalded by boiling water.

Li Sifu and another fighter lifted him up from the ground, but Huang Mao quickly knelt down again, and the two could only let him lie face down like this.

His legs were already limp.

"I heard that a few years ago, you were the first to storm Chinatown?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"It's not me, it's not me, it's 'chest hair'! It's 'chest hair'! Yellow Fur shook his head desperately.

"I heard that every Friday, you will take your brothers at the pier to sweep the houses where Chinese workers live and the shops of Chinese people near the pier, either robbing or smashing?" Chen Jianqiu walked up to his side and squatted down.

"No, we're borrowing, borrowing something!" Huang Mao's desire to survive is extremely strong, and he keeps explaining.

"I also heard that the Chinese workers at the two docks disappeared last month, and their bodies have not been found until now, does this have anything to do with you?" Chen Jianqiu took out the dagger and rubbed the two sides of the dagger back and forth on Huang Mao's face.

"No! Not really! I don't know what you're talking about! Feeling the coldness of the dagger, Huang Mao's breathing was about to stop.

He decided not to admit it, because if he did, he would definitely die.

Chen Jianqiu pinched his chin and slammed his head in his direction.

"Ah~"

Huang Mao screamed, and he felt that his neck was broken.

Chen Jianqiu lifted the cloth on his face.

"Then this morning, it was your hand that broke that little Chinese worker's arm, right?"

"Is that you?" Huang Mao, who was still panting, stopped breathing in an instant, and he saw Chen Jianqiu's face clearly by the moonlight.

"You, haven't you broken my head?" Huang Mao pointed to his bloodstained forehead, which was wrapped in a piece of gauze.

"I, I don't sin unto death!" He pleaded bitterly.

"Originally, there was room for negotiation, but it was you who made this matter uncompromising." Chen Jianqiu narrowed his eyes, "It's about survival, you die, I live." ”

Huang Mao suddenly understood.

Chen Jianqiu took off the face towel and let him see his face, he didn't plan to let him live at all!

Thinking of this, his expression suddenly became hideous:

"That's right! Not bad! I wasn't the first to rush into Chinatown, but I was the one who smashed the most!"

"On Friday, it's not a robbery, it's a carnival, it's shopping! You know? Shopping without paying! What was in there was ours! ”

"As for the two dockers, where did they go? You're going to have to ask the sharks in the sea, hahahaha! ”

Huang Mao, who knew that he was going to die, had already begun to laugh wildly at himself, and he frantically challenged the bottom line of the surrounding Longxiang group members and Chen Jianqiu.

"Do you think there are only two dock workers dead? No, no, you can go under the lighthouse at Point Reyes and look for it, if you can still find it, hahaha! ”

"You should be like those Indian scum, kept in captivity, and then disappear from this continent!"

"The bill has passed, you're finished, hahahaha!"

Suddenly, Huang Mao was speechless.

Chen Jianqiu's boots stomped on his cheeks fiercely.

As soon as the owner of the boots exerted his strength, the yellow-haired chin was instantly dislocated, and only made a strange sound of "humming".

The boot lifted up again and stepped down again.

This foot stepped on Huang Mao's face bone.

There was a "click" sound.

The yellow-haired face had changed shape, and it seemed that most of the bones had cracked.

Chen Jianqiu took out the revolver on his waist and shot him in the head with an expressionless face.

Huang Mao was killed instantly.

Chen Jianqiu turned around, and Li Sifu and another person shot Huang Mao's corpse a few times,

They put the body in a burlap bag, put a few more stones in it, tied it tightly, and pushed it down the cliff.

The fire at the pier quickly caught the attention of the surrounding residents and the nearest fire station, but by the time they caught fire, the union's building had been reduced to rubble.

And the people in the union were turned into charcoals, and they lay in kerosene, and they became rats in the flames of their mouths.

The San Francisco police department quickly intervened in the matter.

At first, based on the bottles scattered on the ground, they judged whether it was possible that they had caused a misfire caused by drunkenness.

But the amount of kerosene at the site quickly dismissed the speculation.

There is a high probability that this was a man-made arson.

Early the next morning, trade union leader Dennis Carney, who also arrived at the scene, managed to get in, but was stopped by the police.

"I'm Dennis Carney, the leader of the Workers' Party! Let me in! He roared angrily outside the fence, "This is our place!" ”

As soon as he heard that it was this one, the detective had a great headache, so he had to ask someone to bring him in.

"Mr. Carney, I understand your feelings, but please stay by my side, there is still a danger at the scene." He pointed to a crumbling "carbon" beam hanging in the air not far away.

The identity of the person who was burned to death was quickly clarified.

Carney is not at all saddened by the deaths of these people, who are unstable bombs who can bring trouble to themselves at any time.

However, the number of corpses and the number of missing people, not matched, one less.

As a result, the case became confusing.

"Sheriff, I found this at the scene." A police officer with a badge in his hand came up to the detective.

This is the one that Chen Jianqiu threw at the scene.

Pinkerton Detective Agency.

Both the detective and Carney knew each other, but their reactions were completely different.

The detective fell into deep thought, and Carney's head suddenly seemed to be electrified.

The Pinkerton Detective Agency, he is familiar with, often has one of the tasks of these people: the suppression of strikes. They have already appeared at the scene of the strike more than once.

A series of information was strung together in his mind.

When these people die, they have to have some value, and those bosses can eat human blood steamed buns, why can't I?

He didn't care what the truth was, that was something the detectives should think about.

"Carney, do you want to postpone the afternoon speeches and rally?" As Carney walked out of the scene, he was questioned by a Workers' Party worker next to him.

"No, it's going to be held as usual, not a minute postponsited!" The corners of Carney's mouth were already smiling.

The afternoon rally came as scheduled.

Under the watchful eyes of thousands of workers, Denis Carney, the leader of the California Workers' Party, stood on the stage and raised his arms and shouted:

"The bosses' lackeys, Detective Pinkerton, are back in San Francisco! They kidnapped our worker brothers, set fire to the trade union's premises, and burned the workers working inside! ”

"Support the strike! Force the bosses and promise our terms! ”

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