The old and the young of the DuPont family acted separately.

Soon after, a dozen men in suits and heavily armed appeared on the train to New Mexico.

These are all thugs kept within DuPont to deal with these issues.

Back then, Henry relied on these people to fly his competitors.

And this time, they plan to go to Boss Chen to have a good "chat".

On the train.

Jolleton Ackerman, the boss of the thug team, looked out the window as he clucked his knuckle bones.

To be honest, it was also the first time he had come to the west to do these things.

Previously, their main locations were in eastern cities such as Boston and Chicago.

They would take someone they needed to talk to the outskirts of the city, tie them to a chair, and tie explosives under their chairs.

Either say yes or go to heaven.

He still retains great confidence in his current action in the western region.

They have guns, and they have gunpowder.

It's all America, and the guns in the east can't go off when they run to the west?

"Boss, why don't we just go to Roswell? And going to Santa Fe? ”

One of the thugs whispered to his boss.

"Jennings, why do I think you haven't grown at all after you've been with me for so long?" Ackerman continued to look out the window.

"Generally, those who make munitions will raise some people, so how many people are surnamed Chen? Will we tie or not tie up when the time comes? ”

"Isn't it not appropriate for the boss to make an appointment with them in the Chamber of Commerce in Santa Fe?"

Jennings felt like her ass was about to sit down, so she stood up impatiently and grabbed her pants that were stuck to her ass.

"What do you say?" Ackerman asked rhetorically.

"I think this place, preferably in the suburbs, so that we can quietly dispose of his body after he gets on the plane." Jennings analyzed.

"We'll go to Santa Fe first, and then we'll go to the Chamber of Commerce to inform him of the change." Ackerman said what he had in mind.

"And what if he doesn't come?" Jenning looked at his boss in a daze, "He's not a fool, we're not right, the reputation of the Dupont family is stinky in the arms industry." ”

"It's not the first day of the stink, and we haven't done it before." Ackerman was irritated for no apparent reason.

"If that's the case, we can find a way to infiltrate their factory and blow up their factory!" Jennings understood.

It's not the first time that two people have done this kind of thing.

While the two were discussing, a whistle suddenly sounded outside the window.

The train slowly entered the station.

Ackerman looked out the window and saw the name of the site written on the sign on the platform: Dodge City.

He also saw a few police officers with guns boarding the train slowly.

"Put away the gun! Put away the guns! We are responsible for the safety of the rear section! ”

They walked in down the aisle from the junction of the carriages and began to collect the guns of the men in the carriages.

As they approached the dozen thugs, one of the police officers and Ackman began to look at each other.

"Look at that, hurry up and hand over the gun, and I'll give it back to you when you get out of the car." The police officer said.

"Why? There is no reason to surrender guns in the whole of America! You are violating the people's right to bear arms! Ackerman was dissatisfied.

The police officer smiled, obviously accustomed to this situation.

"It's okay if you don't hand over the gun, please get out of this car! The chairman of our board of directors said that the trains of the Santa Fe Railroad must be safe and reliable! We are responsible for the safety of other passengers. ”

The other passengers in the carriage nodded yes.

"But we bought a train ticket to Santa Fe!" Ackerman still thought about continuing to pester.

"Someone will make up the difference for you when you get out of the platform." The police officer gave him an answer almost without any thought.

"Detective Pinkerton has to hand over his gun when he comes." He added.

"Let's go down!" Ackerman waved at his dozen or so men.

A group of people were hurrahed out of the carriage.

The police and flight attendants also threw their things directly out of the carriage very "intimately".

Ackerman turned his head and cursed.

However, the whistle of the train, sounded again, completely muffled his scolding.

The train left, and so did the passengers who got off it, leaving only a dozen of them to blow the wind on the platform.

"Boss, what are we going to do next?" Jennings asked.

"What to do? Buy a horse and go to Santa Fe! Ackerman said angrily.

However, a few hours later, the news of the gang's appearance had reached the ears of Wyatt, who was in Dodge City.

As a stopover on railroad entry into New Mexico, the Border Detective Agency is eyelined in Dodge City.

"Is it Pinkerton's detective?" Wyatt asked his subordinates.

"It doesn't look like it, judging from the ticket, it's from Delaware."

"Delaware?"

Wyatt thought for a while, and suddenly thought of the letter from DuPont to Chen Jianqiu some time ago, and said to his subordinates: "Go and take a telegram to Boss Chen, he seems to be in the Santa Fe branch." ”

"Tell him the guests are coming."

Chen Jianqiu did arrive in Santa Fe.

One is to go to the appointment.

Second, he wants to meet Scott's and solicit some business for his border detective agency.

"What do you want to do with the militia and the detective agency?" Scott stood at his desk and looked at Chen Jianqiu who was half-lying on the sofa with alarm.

"Conscience of heaven and earth, the militia organization was asked by you to be established! I spend money to raise it, and I eat ashes on the border every day! ”

Chen Jianqiu sat up and complained bitterly.

"As for the detective agency, isn't that because the police under you are not useful? The Commonwealth Party is jumping up and down in New Mexico every day, and aren't the Democrats holding back and doing things? ”

Chen Jianqiu said angrily.

Scott was right when he thought about it.

Recently, he has been dreaming that the office building of the "Santa Fe Group", which represents him, collapsed in a fire.

This does not bode well.

With such a force in hand, it is equivalent to another pair of eyes staring at New Mexico.

"Okay, I'll discuss it with the governor, and we'll outsource some business to you." Scott eventually agreed.

Just as Chen Jianqiu stood up and was about to leave, Scott spoke again:

"By the way, do you want to join the Republican Party?"

Chen Jianqiu's footsteps stopped.

He turned his face sideways, and there wasn't much excitement in his voice.

"Well, if your councillors want to."

Chen Jianqiu left Scott's mansion and rode slowly and leisurely towards White's office on a black radish.

When he was at the gate, he also glanced at the Pinkerton detective agency opposite.

The door is full of birds.

Those who don't know think it's closed.

Chen Jianqiu patted the ashes on his body, turned around and swaggered into the door of the border detective agency.

In White's office, Detective Mazi handed a telegram from Wyatt from Dodge City to Chen Jianqiu.

"Boss, otherwise I'll deploy them directly and arrest them in Santa Fe." Mazi's instincts told him that these people were not good.

"When they arrived, they must have found another reason to change places."

When he was at the Pinkerton Detective Agency, he paid attention to the gangs of thugs at DuPont.

These people blatantly killed people outside Boston and several other cities, and even the modus operandi was withdrawn.

But they get away with it because the boss is DuPont.

But Chen Jianqiu actually shook his head.

"Don't trouble the police in Santa Fe." Boss Chen said.

White was drinking water and almost choked on his boss's words.

Is this what he said?

"If you are arrested in Santa Fe, you have to send them to the police station, and you have to find evidence to prosecute them, and the police have to take care of the food, drink, and Lazar of these people during this period, how troublesome is this?"

Chen Jianqiu played with a Spanish ornament on White's desk and said slowly.

"From Santa Fe to Dodge City, wherever the railroad can reach, it's my territory."

"Give them a chance to choose a cemetery for themselves."

(End of chapter)