Chen Jianqiu's slap rang out.

The same three tones.

From the shadows of the warehouse, there was a sudden sound of neat bullets being loaded, followed by footsteps.

A group of soldiers suddenly appeared around Ackerman and Jennings, surrounding the table in the center of the warehouse.

Through that ray of sunlight, Ackerman saw the faces of several of them.

Like Chen Jianqiu, they are all yellow-skinned Chinese.

"What about me, our people?" Ackerman was horrified and terrified.

Chen Jianqiu slapped his slap again.

The door to the warehouse was opened.

The dozen thugs were pushed in.

Each of them was bound in a sturdy knot, and their mouths were gagged with cloths, and it was evident that they had been beaten, and they had no strength to struggle.

Ackerman discovered that outside the warehouse, there were dozens of Chinese soldiers with guns.

"Boss, didn't you say that he might have a few people?" Jennings was dumbfounded.

Ackerman had no way to answer his subordinates at this point.

His mouth was even wider open than Jennings.

Henry DuPont only told him that Chen Jianqiu was a Chinese owner of a small ordnance factory.

Chinese businessmen are not bullied in the current United States? How many people are willing to work for them?

He had imagined many possibilities, such as the workers of the ordnance factory picking up guns to resist them or something, but he never imagined that there would be dozens of Chinese soldiers running around the American continent with guns!

Also, how did these people come out? How did they find out about this?

"It's a pity that if you don't dig a well, there is only one place in the water source within a radius of more than ten kilometers, and when your people went out to fetch water, we caught it."

Chen Jianqiu said with a smile.

"Mr. Chen, I think we can talk" Before Ackerman could finish his words, he was pressed on the table by the Chinese soldiers behind him.

He and Jennings were treated like his subordinates, tied up into rice dumplings and gagged.

They were all taken out and thrown into the wilderness outside the farm.

Since the farm was abandoned, not enough chairs could be found, so everyone except Ackerman and Jennings were tied to two long tables in a row.

However, both the table and the chair were stuffed with explosive packets with detonators in them.

"You just told me what you do with your competitors? Oh yes, by plane. Chen Jianqiu bent down and checked the explosives under their butts.

"I took a look at the explosives you had prepared, well, not really. It just so happens that our company has just produced a yellow explosive, and I just want you to try it. ”

Chen Jianqiu looked at Ackerman, and at this time, the thug's eyes were full of horror, and his body wanted to struggle, but he was tied up and couldn't move.

"As for the two of you, it's a special plane."

He turned around and gestured to the person next to him.

The crowd quickly dispersed.

“Boom~~~”

There was a loud bang.

With a flash of fire, a dark cloud rose in the wilderness.

The dirt kicked up by the explosion flew everywhere mixed with stumps.

A strong, pungent bitter smell drifted through the air with the smell of blood, but was soon blown clean by the wind in the wilderness.

"Bury it."

After enjoying the "airplane flight show", Chen Jianqiu patted the soil on his body and waved his hand at his subordinates.

He himself, on the other hand, turned and walked out of the farm.

More than an hour later, Chen Jianqiu appeared in the border detective agency.

White greeted him.

He glanced at Chen Jianqiu's dusty appearance, and knew that Henry Dupont's thugs should have disappeared from the entire earth.

However, as a henchman with a high salary, Mazi Face didn't ask about it.

"It's a telegram again, this time it's Roswell." White said to Chen Jianqiu.

"What's wrong?"

"It was still taken by DuPont, but this time, it was Henry Dupont's nephew, Ramon Dupont." White handed him the telegram in his hand.

Chen Jianqiu took a cursory glance at the telegram in his hand, and then flicked the telegram with his fingers:

"Yo, the DuPont family is really interesting, one young and one old, one literary and one martial, both soft and hard."

The telegram was extravagantly sprinkled with a bunch of letters.

The general meaning is to acquire the patent rights of smokeless gunpowder in Chen Jianqiu's hands.

As for the price, you can negotiate it.

Chen Jianqiu suddenly remembered that the last person he was going to interview seemed to have been divided into several parts and crossed the air just now.

"Send them a telegram back, and I'll tell you, you go and shoot." Chen Jianqiu picked up his cigar and said.

Ramon DuPont left DuPont in a bad mood because of a philosophical disagreement with his uncle Henry DuPont.

He established the "Repano" explosives factory on the banks of the Delaware River in New Jersey, across the river from Delaware, specializing in the development of yellow explosives that were not welcomed by his uncle.

However, due to the subsequent acquisition of the Hercules dynamite brand patent in exchange for his own equity, the young man returned to DuPont.

Henry actually valued his nephew very much.

Different ideas are different concepts, and no one can deny the talent of their nephew.

Taking 10,000 steps back, it's much better than your two waste sons.

Unlike his uncle, a soldier who knew nothing about the craft of gunpowder, Ramon was a genius chemist and inventor.

His research on the process of explosives reached the point of obsession.

If he's okay, he'll stay in his dynamite factory's lab all the time.

Today, the utensils and instruments on the table in his lab are not yet in motion.

Ramon Dupont trembled with anger.

What led to all of this was a telegram from Roswell on the table.

The telegram had an outrageously small number of words, only two words, six letters:

"No sell!"

The person who made the telegram seemed to be indicating something.

That is the famous Ramon Dupont, who is not even worth it for him to spend a few more dollars on the telegraph.

It's an insult.

The anger of young people cannot be overstated.

With a gloomy face, he called the manager to his lab:

"Go dig up their technicians for me! Paid! Dig them all! ”

The manager didn't know if he should tell the young master the truth:

The people they sent to Roswell on the other side haven't come back yet, not even a message.

"Boss, do you want to think about it again, it doesn't seem realistic to poach all of them."

The manager wanted to persuade his boss.

"That's because I don't want them to keep producing, understand?" Ramon doesn't seem to have the slightest intention of giving up on the idea.

He approached the manager and said with some emotion: "If you can't do it, then find me one or a few employees who are familiar with their internal first!" ”

Ramon stared at the manager: "Listen, information, I only need to know some key information, and I can research smokeless gunpowder with my own ability!" ”

After that, he stopped talking nonsense with his manager and started his own experiment.

The manager walked out of Ramon's lab.

It is unrealistic to go to Roswell to recruit people for the time being, according to the usual practice of those thugs under Henry DuPont, either Roswell's factory was bombed into the sky, or the owner of that factory was bombed into the sky.

The former is too late to recruit, and the latter doesn't need to be in a hurry at all, just go back and fish.

As for now, you don't know the details of smokeless gunpowder, I'll go to the market to find a needle in a haystack for you.

Although only this Roswell family sells smokeless gunpowder, there must be other factories that are also researching.

So, in the following days, the manager asked the person in charge of finding people to find people in the market for him as required.

What if you can get it?

Who knows, it didn't take long for the manpower guy to come to his office in a hurry and tell him.

This person has really been found.

Moreover, the worker's last job was at the Roswell Ordnance Factory, and he had recently returned to New Jersey because he had had enough of the harsh conditions of the West.

According to him, the production line he was in charge of happened to be the production of smokeless gunpowder.

This man wanted a new job, which happened to coincide with the "Repano" explosives factory.

"Quick! Bring this man over and show me. The manager said excitedly.

In a few moments, the worker was brought before him.

This is an Italian with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

"What's your name?" The manager asked kindly.

"Bacco Pino."

(End of chapter)