Chen Jianqiu flew to Hanif's residence.

"Quickly gather all the detectives in San Francisco and bring your weapons!"

He walked into the room and said to Hanif.

Hanif didn't say a word, nodded and went out.

Everyone had just finished lunch and were chatting, and when they saw Chen Jianqiu's face, no one dared to ask more.

In the end, it was Camilla who walked behind Chen Jianqiu, who was standing by the window, and asked softly:

"What's going on?"

"Huang Qingyun took people to Akta to negotiate." Chen Jianqiu took a deep breath.

He didn't know what the relationship between the Knights of Labor and the local militia was private, but his instincts had always been accurate.

Huang Qingyun's trip is afraid that it will be more than lucky.

The people who remained in the room exchanged glances with each other.

Sean subconsciously added his lips: "Boss, when did they set off?" ”

"A week ago."

"If you count the distance back and forth, there should be news in the next two days." Camilla counted the time and said.

Chen Jianqiu did not speak.

His gaze suddenly fell on the street not far away.

Several horses were galloping in the direction of the apartment.

In San Francisco, horses are not allowed to gallop on the roads.

But He Sanshui and Xiao Liuzi didn't care about it at all, and after they came out of Akta, they traveled day and night towards San Francisco.

Now, the only way to find Hanif, the head of California at the Border Detective Agency, is to tell Chen Jianqiu the news as soon as possible.

But they were downstairs in Hanif's apartment and saw a familiar figure.

Chen Jianqiu stood with his hands in his hands, without any expression on his face.

Several horses came to Chen Jianqiu's approach, He Sanshui rolled off the horse, and fell down in front of Chen Jianqiu, his voice with a cry:

"Boss Chen, Master Huang, Master Huang is gone."

These words were like a thunderbolt from the sky, splitting into Chen Jianqiu's heart.

The muscles in his face began to tremble.

"When?" Chen Jianqiu asked calmly.

His face was like water, but in his chest, it was like a thunderbolt bursting.

He Sanshui cried while telling Chen Jianqiu what happened.

Chen Jianqiu slowly closed his eyes.

When his eyes opened again, there was a raging fire burning inside.

"You go and tell the people in the guild hall about this matter, and the border detective agency will take it."

Whoever punishes my people! I will punish them all!

By this time, Hanif had already gathered Pinkerton's detectives downstairs.

The detectives were divided into two groups, one was non-Chinese detectives, mainly some experienced members hired locally; The second group is detectives of Chinese descent, mainly from Roswell.

"Boss, what are we going to do now?" Hanif asked.

"Go and solve a case." Chen Jianqiu said, "Someone killed someone in Akta. ”

By the time Chen Jianqiu and the others arrived at Akta, the sun was already setting in the west.

The setting sun that was about to set above sea level sprinkled a blood-colored light on the surface of the sea, on the seaside town of Akta.

"Let everyone rest outside the town for a while, and when it gets dark, we will go into the town and arrest people."

The Border Detective Agency fled into a forest a kilometer away from the town.

It was completely dark.

In the distance, there was almost no light, and it was dark.

Residents here are reluctant to spend more money to light the lights.

Normally, this was the norm in the 19th-century American West.

Chen Jianqiu, dressed in a dark red leather coat, stood at the exit of the woods.

He's waiting for the scouts to come back.

It wasn't long before several figures appeared around the corner of the woods and trotted towards them.

"It's clear, we followed Xiao Liuzi behind to find the camp, and it's still in the same place." Hanif gasped and said.

"There's a lumberyard down the camp, and usually workers cut wood in it, and then they take guns when they have a situation." He pointed to the town not far away, "There are also militia members living in the town. The camp will come as soon as there is movement. ”

"You take a group of men to set up a Makqin on the road from the town to the camp, and sweep it as long as there is someone to support it." Chen Jianqiu glanced at the two carriages behind him, "The other one follows me to the camp." ”

Chen Jianqiu came this time and brought with him two Makqin machine guns stored in the border detective agency.

These two were fixed to the carriage.

Hanif has never used it before, so when he takes it out of the warehouse, it is still like new.

The two teams set off separately.

They bypassed the town and quickly approached the camp.

Chen Jianqiu had already seen the fire in the camp.

The members of the Knights of Labor, the militia of the militia, or the lumberjacks in the surrounding area, were sitting around the fire in twos and threes, happily roasting meat and eating it.

They have absolutely no idea how much joy and warmth the flame brings them now, and how much death it will bring them in a moment.

Chen Jianqiu asked the carriage carrying Makqin behind him to untie the sleeve pole, and then stood up himself.

He aimed his gun in the direction of the forest.

Chen Jianqiu took a Roswell 1882 from a detective's hand and aimed it at a man with an armband next to the fire.

He pulled the trigger.

The man fell to the ground.

His jaw shattered along with the food he had just put in his mouth.

At any time, there was a salvo of detectives from the Border Detective Agency.

All at once four or five fell by the fire.

Others began to run around the camp, trying to find a place for themselves to hide from the bullets.

"There are enemies!" The pipe man emerged from the tent, gun in hand, searching the darkness for the direction of the bullet.

"Everybody go get weapons." The pipe man yelled, "Hold the camp!" ”

Leaning against a bucket, he complained, "Which way is this?" It can't be some gang nearby, right? ”

The lame man hiding not far from him smiled at him in a strange way.

The biggest gang in the neighborhood is now being shot in a camp with you in the name of the Knights of Labor.

"Forget it, whoever he is, the people from the town and the lumberyard will come to their aid in a while." The pipe man fired a few shots into the darkness.

Sure enough, gunshots rang out from here, and the town began to react.

A noise spread through the town.

The militia men grabbed their guns, put on their clothes and rushed out of the house, carrying torches in the direction of the camp.

At the same time, the guns in the hands of Makqin and the detectives on Hanif's side also rang out.

The people who rushed to the front fell seven or eight in an instant.

"If you don't want to die, go back to your room!" Hanif yelled.

His roar didn't stop the men from moving forward.

Those who dared to go to the western seashore to cut wood were brave men, and the lumberjacks continued to rush forward.

As a result, Hanif had to continue to give the order to shoot.

In the darkness of the night, he couldn't see exactly how many people were on the other side, but he just swept the road at the entrance of the town where the fire was shining.

As the number of torches gradually decreases.

Fear gradually crept up in the hearts of the militiamen.

They suddenly found that it seemed that the firepower on the other side was far beyond their imagination.

The people who came out of the town retreated.

And in the camp on the other side, many people came out of the woods.

They all came from the lumberyards.

Chen Jianqiu put down the rifle in his hand and held the grip of Makqin in his hand.

He turned on the shooter mode.

The woodland around the camp in the dark of night instantly became as bright as day.

Chen Jianqiu began to manipulate Makqin and began to shoot at those who came out of the woods.

"Da Da Da"

"Da Da Da"

The sound of the machine gun is cold, monotonous and unforgiving, and with each combo, it takes the lives of some people.

In a few moments, corpses were scattered around the camp.

The battle was brief.

After a burst of gunfire, the militiamen's will to fight was quickly disintegrated.

They scattered and fled, not even seeing who their enemies were in the darkness.

Chen Jianqiu and the detectives quickly stormed the camp.

At this time, there were already a dozen or so members of the Knights of Labor and the die-hard militia of the Pipe Men left in the camp.

They actually wanted to run, but they didn't run away.

These people were escorted in front of Chen Jianqiu.

"Kill Huang Qingyun and Lao Qi, you all have a share, right?" Chen Jianqiu sat on the stump of the tree, staring intently at these people in front of him.

"He killed, he shot a black gun!" The pipe sheet snorted desperately at the lame.

The cripple didn't speak, just laughed nervously, but his subordinates couldn't help it: "Fart!" You didn't shoot?! You're the one who fired the deadliest shots! ”

The militia and the Knights of Labor began to point fingers at each other.

Chen Jianqiu didn't speak, he walked to the side of a tree stump, bent down and picked up an axe from the ground, and then walked in front of the cripple.

He grabbed the lame man by the hair and dragged him to the big tent in the middle of the camp.

The quarrel between the militia and the Knights of Labor came to an abrupt end.

For they heard the muffled sound of an axe slashing at something and the screams of a lame man.

Every scream of the lame man cut at their hearts like a sharp knife.

The cripple's screams grew weaker and weaker, and gradually stopped, but the sound of the axe chopping did not stop.

Thirty-eight strokes in total.

By the time Chen Jianqiu reappeared in the firelight, those people were completely frightened.

The man in front of him was covered in blood.

He walked over to the pipe man with a blank face.

Looks like he's next.

The pipe man was frightened, he struggled to escape, but was grabbed by Chen Jianqiu's hair again.

He screamed like a.

By the time he was dragged into the tent, the pipe man was completely stunned by what he saw.

In the faint light of the fire, he saw blood splattered on the cloth of the tent.

As for the incomplete shapeless fragments on the ground, he didn't dare to imagine what they were.

Chen Jianqiu moved his cervical spine and raised the axe again.

The light of the fire shone on half of his face, illuminating him like a demon.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! "The pipe man was already frightened and incoherent.

"Who's behind this?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"I don't know, I know the Knights of Labor, they asked us to expel the Chinese in Arcta, and then used this to kidnap important people from the San Francisco Chamber of Commerce, either to force the Chinese to gather and resist, or to knock out a lot of money!"

The pipe man said it one after another like pouring beans into a bamboo tube.

"I, I also know that the cripple's top boss is called O'Neal, and that's really all I know!"

As soon as the pipe man finished speaking, Chen Jianqiu's axe fell.

Ten minutes later, Chen Jianqiu walked out of the tent again.

"Boss Chen, what should I do with the rest of these people?" A Chinese detective asked.

"Bury what should be buried, feed the sharks what should be fed, burn what should be burned." Chen Jianqiu dropped the axe in his hand.

Perhaps, in the case of Pealer, these people will be sent to trial.

But he Chen Jianqiu won't.

He has never said that he is a good person who pays attention to procedural justice.

(End of chapter)