The fight was also fought, and the people were fished.

However, what Chen Jianqiu is considering now is that these things are by no means accidental.

Whenever this happens, it's mostly politicians who are behind it.

It's a card.

One of the best cards Scott could think of.

Sure enough, over the next week.

Everywhere in New Mexico, some friction between whites and local Chinese began to emerge.

The beginning of these things often stems from the provocation of a few white people.

Republican-controlled newspapers followed suit and began to report on these frictions at length.

They deliberately exaggerated the seriousness of the matter, exaggerated the impact of the incident, and tarnished the image of the Chinese.

For example, Chinese in New Mexico are dispossessing local white, even Mexican-American workers, of employment opportunities.

For example, the habits of these Chinese workers have caused problems for the people of New Mexico.

A lot of it is a cliché, just like what was published in the California newspapers before.

It's just that they have added the bill in line with the times, claiming that the citizenship of these Chinese people is unknown and should be investigated.

Scott wanted to turn New Mexico into a second California.

His plan was divided into several steps.

The first step is to send people to create trouble, and then the Republican newspapers will fan the flames.

In the second step, he led people to give speeches everywhere, propagated the "yellow peril theory", and pointed the contradiction directly at Chen Jianqiu and the connivance of the Democratic Party.

The third step is to mobilize the population, and even the militia to further create friction around Roswell.

With his understanding of Chen Jianqiu, this person will definitely not swallow his anger, but whether he directly leads the militia to make a move or unites with the Mexican side.

The federal troops stationed near him will take him away.

No one will dare to protect him then.

While this move has the potential to cause chaos in New Mexico, it could also kill a lot of people.

But Scott didn't care.

There are federal troops wiping ass, what is he afraid of.

Scott thought the plan was seamless.

However, what he never expected was that this plan would stay at the first step forever.

Because of something more exciting than a Chinese brawl, it attracted the attention of everyone in New Mexico.

Scott, the current state legislator, Republican leader and leader of the Santa Fe political bloc, was indicted by a businessman of Mexican origin.

The crime is suspected of killing his father.

The incident was disclosed in the Santa Fe Star and other Democratic newspapers.

These newspapers began to publish Scott's indictments one after another, and only Scott's indictments were published.

All the spearheads are focused on Scott alone.

More and more people are prosecuting him, and they have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, appearing in Santa Fe, Albuquerque and other places at the same time.

As the report deepened, people discovered that the crimes of this legislator were too numerous to mention, involving corruption, bribery, kidnapping, murder, etc., and they could not be published for a week or two.

Scott wasn't worried at first.

Because the judges in several big cities in New Mexico are his people.

He began to fight back with the newspapers he controlled, as he had done with the previous slanders.

But this only fueled the fermentation of the incident itself.

Scott thought it was strange, and he had his subordinates collect the newspapers and give them to himself.

The more he read the reports, the more frightened he became.

It is more detailed and precise than the previous report on the governor.

In the weeks that followed, it wasn't just the Democratic newspapers that fought.

In the central squares of various cities, people have appeared giving speeches attacking political corruption in New Mexico.

Silverfish, murderers like Scott, have not only not been brought to justice, but have been able to control state politics for years.

This is simply a disgrace to American democracy!

Everything started to develop in an uncontrollable direction.

The people's grievances boiled, public opinion turned, and he, Scott, became the target of public criticism and became a street rat.

Even the theater in Santa Fe began rehearsing and performing the story of Scott.

Anyway, the details are clearly written in the newspaper, and after a little processing, it becomes a script.

Scolding Scott is now a traffic password, and the ticket is easy to sell.

Scott began to receive notices to appear in court one after another.

Because the evidence provided by the plaintiffs was so sufficient, they had to choose to file the case.

At first, with the help of his lawyer, he was able to cope with it calmly, but in the end, he was only exhausted.

And today, Scott has to face a trial of his case in the state Supreme Court.

He was indicted by a Democratic state attorney.

"As I said, these accusations are unreasonable, and my lawyer will explain to the court whether the chain of evidence is logical."

Scott stood in the dock, his expression a little tired, but his words revealed a sense of arrogance.

This caused a wave of discontent on the jury's side.

This old man used to be out of reach in the eyes of most of them.

But you're now riddled with lawsuits, what's the stinking fart?

Scott's lawyer cleared his throat:

"As my client said, this evidence does not prove the crimes he committed, and I will explain them to the court one by one."

He began to defend article by article.

According to him, the prosecutor's accusations of forcible robbery and murder all referred to a lawyer named Dylan.

Without his testimony, these accusations would be difficult to substantiate, and they would be considered unproven.

"Where's this lawyer now?" The judge asked.

"I've resigned a long time ago, I haven't seen him for a long time, and I don't know exactly where he went." Scott said.

A sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth.

The man was already dead, and he didn't even know where the body was buried. Where do you go to find him?

The prosecutor raised his hand at the judge:

"Your Excellency, he almost died, but he's still alive!"

A man in a suit and a top hat walked into the courtroom under the gaze of everyone.

He walked over to the witness stand and took off his hat.

Scott's gaze froze.

Who is this person, not Lawyer Dylan?

"Dear Judge, I am Dylan, and most of the charges submitted by the prosecutor were done at Scott's behest, or provided him with advice!"

Dylan said slowly as he handed over his identification to the staff.

"I protest! The prosecution provided new witnesses without communication, which we cannot accept! Scott's lawyer said loudly.

However, the judge said that the protest was ineffective and motioned for Dylan to continue.

Dylan looked at Scott's lawyer, and there was a cold and terrifying look in his eyes:

"I used to be his lawyer, but just three years ago, he tried to kill me!"

Scott's lawyer was a little overwhelmed, and he glanced at Scott and felt that the person was a little strange.

Scott closed his eyes in a frustration.

This lawsuit is no longer available.

In the end, almost all the charges of the Republican leader were confirmed.

He was thrown into prison.

What awaits him will be life imprisonment.

However, Scott doesn't think so.

Perhaps, his political career is over, but he will never spend the rest of his days in prison.

Operating in New Mexico for many years, he has long had a back path for himself.

A few months later, one night, outside the city of Santa Fe.

A horse-drawn carriage quietly drove out of the prison on the western outskirts of Santa Fe.

Scott sat in the carriage.

He's going to leave New Mexico and go to Canada, or to Europe, in short, to live somewhere else.

Or maybe he'll come back, in a different way.

Scott began to close his eyes and recuperate, this trip will be very long and tiring.

However, for some reason, the carriage stopped.

The old man thought something strange.

He opened the curtain of the carriage and looked out.

In the moonlight, he saw a man standing next to a black horse, smoking a cigarette with his back to him.

At the waist of that man, there were two golden revolvers.

He finished his cigarette, turned around, and grinned at Scott.

This smile made the old man feel cold all over his body.

"Jian Chen."

Before Scott could finish his sentence, a gunshot rang out over the wilderness.

Chen Jianqiu inserted the revolver back into the holster on his waist.

He glanced at Scott's corpse, and only said softly to the coachman:

"Find a place and bury it."

(End of chapter)