Evening, 7 a.m., Dream Traveler Inn San Francisco.

"Knock, knock"

Sean stood at the door of Chen Jianqiu's room, looked into the corridor left and right, and then knocked lightly on the door.

The door was opened a crack, and Chen Jianqiu's face appeared in the crack of the door:

"Come in." He opened the door a little.

Sean squeezed in sideways.

The rest of the team had already arrived, except for him, either standing or sitting in chairs.

The light in the room was not very bright, but it was almost sufficient, and a kerosene lamp was placed on the table, illuminating everything in the room.

On Chen Jianqiu's bed, a large map of San Francisco is spread.

"Everyone is here, let's discuss the plan of action." Chen Jianqiu closed the door.

Their plan this time is to burn all the Chinese-related entry materials in San Francisco, and these materials, according to Dylan, are now stored in the San Francisco archives.

For this plan, Sean and Hanif have known for a long time,

In the process of going to San Francisco, Chen Jianqiu also communicated with the two new joiners.

To Chen Jianqiu's surprise, the two raised their hands in agreement.

"I'm close friends with Adam, and his apprentice is my apprentice, and even though you're better than me now, there's nothing I can teach you," Holiday said.

He was born to be a master who fears that the world will not be chaotic, and he and Chen Jianqiu are even more stinky.

"I just want to see them burn!" Wyatt's answer was much briefer.

The sheriff and Chen Jianqiu were completely two people when they first met, and he is now full of disdain for the laws and authority of the United States.

"I think there are still some loopholes in this plan." Wyatt touched his chin, thought for a moment, and offered his opinion.

"Oh?" The people's heads turned to hear what he had to say.

"If you just burn the entry files of the Chinese, it will easily arouse suspicion." "So, I suggest, burn them all, including the birth certificates of other San Francisco citizens!" ”

"Hiss~" Chen Jianqiu glanced at the sheriff in front of him.

It seems that the identity of the sheriff in the past ten years or so is still too repressive of the wildness in his bones.

Also, the burn is burned, so just burn more.

"Well, we need to get the architectural drawings of the archives now." Sean pondered.

"You idiot, the drawings of such municipal buildings, of course, are usually kept in the archives." Hanif gave the black man a blank look, "Can you have a little common sense." ”

Sean stuck out his tongue.

"Let's go and step on it first." Chen Jianqiu said, "Go in and take a look." ”

"But the place we're going to should be closed to the public, right?" Sean was a little puzzled, "Why don't I go tonight?" ”

"yes, I don't think we will be allowed to enter even if we can visit outside, but the place where the materials are kept won't let us in." Hanif and Sean were rarely on the same page.

"If you're a Pinkerton detective, not necessarily." Chen Jianqiu took out a few more Pinkerton metal labels from his arms.

"How much do you save this thing?" Hanif scratched his head.

"As many as they died last time, there are as many on my side." Chen Jianqiu handed them a few metal labels, "We still need a few more documents." ”

"You're not going to let me steal it, are you?" Sean's eyes widened, "Although I admit that my skills are okay, it's still a bit difficult to steal five copies at once." ”

"It's enough to steal one." Chen Jianqiu pointed to a location on the map, "Pinkerton's liaison office is here, and they should have increased the number of people stationed in San Francisco recently." You should be able to find them around here. ”

Then, he turned to Hanif: "You go get some clothes, you should know what those Pinkertons like to dress up like." ”

"You go get the oil and study the route of the retreat." He assigned Wyatt and Holiday their respective assignments.

After everyone stayed in Chen Jianqiu's room for a while, they went to their own business.

About two hours later, Sean returned, and he mysteriously took out a wallet from his bosom and handed it to Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu opened it and saw that there was some change inside, as well as Agent Pinkerton's ID card.

Sean lived up to expectations and got his hands on the stuff.

"Worthy of my dear friend." Chen Jianqiu did not hesitate to praise himself.

He changed into a cloth coat, put on a hat, and walked out of the hotel.

Chen Jianqiu did not ride a horse, but turned all the way down the narrow alley to the vicinity of the pier.

At this time, the night was shrouded and foggy at the same time, and only a few gas lamps flickered in the fog on the road near the pier.

Chen Jianqiu looked around.

The streets are long gone, and the people who watched during the day have disappeared.

He lowered the brim of his hat, lowered his head and quickly crossed the road to Huang Qingyun's residence near the Chinese Mutual Aid Society.

Chen Jianqiu knocked lightly on the door.

There was no movement in the room.

He slapped it a few more times.

There was a slight noise and footsteps inside, and through the gap under the door, you could vaguely see some light gradually turning from dark to bright, and it was supposed that the people in the house were holding lamps or candles, approaching the door.

"Who?" Huang Qingyun's voice came from the other side of the door, very low and vigilant.

"I, Chen Jianqiu."

There was another bang, and the deadbolt behind the door was removed.

Huang Qingyun opened the door, he was holding a kerosene lamp in his left hand and a revolver in his waist, it seemed that he had this gun in his hand just now.

He first turned sideways and let Chen Jianqiu in, then poked his head out of the door, looked left and right, and after making sure that no one was following, he closed the door.

"Young master, why are you here?" Huang Qingyun took Chen Jianqiu into the back room, "This place is being targeted by Detective Pinkerton." ”

The house is small, there are a lot of things, and there is hardly a place to stay.

Huang Qingyun gave up the only stool to Chen Jianqiu, and sat on the bed board himself.

"You know Detective Pinkerton, too?" Chen Jianqiu felt that things were not simple, could it be that these guys had already found trouble with Huang Qingyun first?

"Well, how could I not know." Huang Qingyun sighed, looking resentful in the dim light of the kerosene lamp.

"Your senior brother is now a Pinkerton detective!"

Chen Jianqiu's eyes narrowed.

It's kind of like their style.

He had seen blacks, Mexicans, and even Indians at the Pinkerton Detective Agency.

As long as they can work for them, the Pinkerton Detective Agency doesn't mind being under their command, but it's hard to say what will happen after they come in.

Huang Qingyun slapped his thigh: "I can be sure of him, he used to work for foreigners in the police station, I thought he was a compromise, and he begged to protect his compatriots, who knows what Pinkerton voted for now, I only saw his true face." ”

"He didn't dare to do anything to me on the surface, but in private he had already attacked the children of the mutual aid club." Huang Qingyun bit his lip, and he was about to bite out blood.

"Several people are missing, and my men said that they were with Li Shiri before they disappeared."

"I went to him with a gun with my men to ask for someone, but he refused to admit it, and we were just about to kill him, but Pinkerton's detectives arrived and said that Lee Shiri was one of them."

"I see." Chen Jianqiu's face became cold.

"By the way, young master, do you have anything to do with your visit to San Francisco this time?" Huang Qingyun recovered his mood and asked.

"There's something important to tell you when I'm free."

Chen Jianqiu took out the identification card of Detective Pinkerton that Sean had gotten and handed it to Huang Qingyun.

"Now there is one more important thing, I need a master of forgery, you are more familiar here, to be reliable, it is better to be your own person."

Huang Qingyun glanced at the document by the light of the kerosene lamp, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Young master, you really found the right thing for me." ”

"I really have a master of counterfeiting here, but this person's temper is a bit weird."