Riley sent a telegram to Pacific Coal's headquarters.

After reading the telegram, Manager Webb was so angry that he called his assistant over and scolded him.

"This is the good detective agency you recommend!" He slammed the newspaper on the table.

The assistant is full of mush.

He couldn't understand why the telegram had reached Webb's desk without going through himself.

Although the assistant's face was terrified, his mouth was still hard:

"There is no reason why this would be the case, the reputation of the border detective agency is very good, and their commission has never gone wrong, how can this be?"

Webb squinted at him:

"You ask me, who do I ask?"

The assistant shook his head:

"There must be other reasons for this." He picked up the newspaper, read it and put it down, "Otherwise, let's send someone over." ”

"Just you!" Webb slapped the board.

The assistant's face was bitter: "Manager, can you change someone?" ”

"Mike, as a man, you have to be responsible, whoever pokes out the basket, who will solve it." Weber said earnestly.

He flipped through another report from a drawer and placed it on the table.

This is a financial statement.

"The strike has been going on for a month! At least three of these weeks are delayed, and if this situation continues, the loss of the coal mine will be unacceptable to investors! ”

He looked at his assistant Mike with a blank face.

"When the time comes, I'll definitely have to get out, but don't worry, before I get out, I will let you idiots go one step ahead of me!"

"Huh?" Mike stood there not knowing what to say.

"So, give me an explanation." Webb tapped the table again and looked out the window.

What else did Mike want to say.

Webb was suddenly furious, he stood up and threw the report in the assistant's face:

"Why don't you get out of here?!"

During the days of waiting for a reply from headquarters, Riley's life was particularly difficult.

Before, he had to watch out for the threat of the Chinese workers day and night, and now he had to guard against Hanif and his detectives.

He didn't plan to provide the detectives with food and shelter at first.

However, Riley soon discovered that the matter was not a matter of his will.

From time to time, Chinese workers dangled in groups with guns at the door of the No. 3 mine's material warehouse.

There is not only food, but also all kinds of valuable things in the coal mine.

He and the mine staff alone are completely incapable of protecting the safety of these materials.

So, it's up to Hanif and his detectives.

It has to be said that in terms of security, the detectives of the border detective agency are very professional.

Not only did they protect the warehouses of Mine No. 3, but they even crossed the river by boat, along with Mine No. 6.

Plus Riley didn't have the power to annul the contract.

Therefore, the detectives of the border detective agency still eat and drink spicy food; Hanif finished reading one and went to the town to find three or four; The workers continued to strike, and they even had a party across the river.

Except for Riley, everyone else is doing well.

A few days later, Mike arrived at Stone Springs with the people from the headquarters.

"You're finally here!" Riley took Mike's hand.

This scene seems familiar to him, but he believes that Mike is his own person, and the outcome must be different.

"What the hell is going on?" Mike pulled his hand out of Riley's hand and glanced at him obliquely, "What are you doing?" ”

Riley was stunned.

What did I do?

"It's not me, it's the detectives of the Frontier Detective God and their mustachioed captain!" Riley struggled to explain, "He didn't do anything when he came!" ”

"Take me to see it!" Mike's face was gloomy.

Riley led Mike to the wooden house where Hanif and the others lived.

"That mustache sits in the house every day, and I can't do anything about him."

Riley spoke and pushed open the door to the cabin.

But his words came to an abrupt end.

There was no one else except for the detectives who had two shifts off.

Hanif wasn't there either.

"Where's your boss?" Riley asked, frowning.

"I went on patrol, and he said that during the strike, I must ensure the safety of every corner of the coal mine!" The detective replied.

"Humph!"

Mike glanced at Riley, snorted annoyed, and walked away with the man.

Riley hastened to follow.

They walked around Well No. 3 for a long time before they found Hanif, who was directing the reinforcement of the roof at the door of the supply warehouse.

"All spirits! If those Chinese workers come to attack, we must control the situation as soon as possible to prevent the loss of the employer's materials! ”

Hanif stroked his beard and shouted cross-legged.

Mike was silent.

"What are you pretending to be now? Did we hire you for this? ”

Riley was furious when he saw Hanif.

"Or else?"

Hanif turned his head and stared at Riley inexplicably.

"Shall I go?"

"Don't act here! I've reported everything directly to Mr. Webb! He's got a good idea, you see, and he didn't send Mr. Mike."

Riley was also ready to argue with Hanif.

"Shut up!"

Mike couldn't hold back any longer, and interrupted Riley with a snap.

Riley was scolded, completely confused, and couldn't tell the difference between southeast and northwest for a while.

Mike glared at Riley fiercely, pulled Hanif aside, and whispered in a voice that was inaudible to those behind him:

"Mr. Hanif, although we have a good relationship, you can't cheat me like this."

"Huh?" Hanif turned his head sideways to look at Mike, a little confused.

"I recommended you in front of the general manager, but you've been here for almost a month and haven't done anything?" Mike grumbled.

"You've wronged me by saying that!" Hanif looked unconvinced, "You see we've been here for so long, is anyone injured in the mine?" Has your company's property been damaged? ”

"Well, well, I know, you're doing a good job, but I mean, you're here to solve the problem." Mike patiently explained.

But Hanif jumped:

"Solve the problem? Your mine manager has a good idea for me! ”

His voice was suddenly amplified with anger, and everyone behind him could hear it!

"He told me to go on a killing spree and kill those who were leading the trouble!"

"You talk nonsense! When did I say that?" Riley heard Hanif punch him and tried his best to defend himself.

Hanif made a gesture of sharpening his head: "You said, 'If it really comes to that point, it's not impossible, but you can't make too much trouble,' right?" ”

"You brought it up! I just agree with your proposal. Riley was a little angry and didn't choose what to say.

"I'm talking about shaving your head, what are you talking about?" Hanif retorted without showing weakness.

"I, I" Riley's mind couldn't turn.

Mike's face has turned the color of pork liver.

He walked up to Riley and poked his shoulder socket with his finger:

"You've got it! Wait to pack up your bags and get out! ”

Riley froze where he was.

What happened was reported by Mike to headquarters in a short text via telegram.

The main reason for the failure to solve the strike was that the manager of the coal mine in Shiquan Town had taken an extreme approach and intensified the contradictions, and the Border Detective Agency had done its duty to protect the mine's property from being impacted.

The telegram from the headquarters soon returned:

Let Riley fuck off, you stay with the Border Detective Agency to settle the strike for a week.

The implication is that if you can't solve it, then the end is not much better than Riley.

Looking at Riley's back with his baggage and scolding.

Mike didn't say anything.

He didn't know that Riley was wronged.

But someone has to take the blame for this month's delay.

This person must not be the border detective agency recommended by himself, and if there is a problem with the border detective agency, then he can't run away.

Nor will it be the overseer of them.

These people are not qualified.

It can only be the hapless coal mine manager.

Mike happened to see him extremely unpleasant.

The coal mine pipe is like you and has a face to skip the level to report, and it has been mixed into the dog's stomach for so long.

If you don't take the blame, who will take the blame? If you don't fuck off, who will fuck off?

Deserve!