"Mr. Cronin, what are you doing today?"

In the new premises of the Workers' Party, Dennis and his right-hand men were ready to fight.

His voice echoed in the empty "office".

Their original office at the dock was burned clean by Chen Jianqiu.

Due to financial constraints, Dennis had to rent another abandoned warehouse near the docks.

The warehouse is big, but the roof is broken, and it leaks when it rains.

But that doesn't bother the workers.

After renovations and the addition of tables and chairs, it became the new office of the California Workers' Party.

"I said that my knights were occupied by Chinese laborers, do you believe me?"

Cronin folded his arms on the table in front of Dennis, staring straight at Dennis.

The two men behind Dennis glanced at each other.

They could feel that the expressions on each other's faces were weird, and they were all holding back a smile.

The muscles in Dennis's face twitched.

"Cronin, if you really intend to humiliate me, please don't use such stupid words, is that okay?"

Dennis was very disdainful of Cronin's behavior.

If there is something, talk about it, who is so yin and yang, who is to say in a roundabout way?

"What I said is true!" Cronin looked at Dennis with a serious expression.

Dennis turned his head, glanced at an officer behind him, and asked knowingly:

"Are there any powerful Chinese labor groups in San Francisco?"

The officer's eyes widened: "Do you mean X Gongtang (a branch of the HONG Gate)?" ”

"You've been overturned by Chinese gangsters?" Dennis leaned back and leaned against the back of his chair, his face full of mockery.

"No, it was the Chinese workers who joined my Knights, and then, they took over our meeting, ah, no, they should have gathered with guns."

Cronin's beard rose and fell.

He began to become incoherent, and his usual eloquence was gone.

Because what happened yesterday and today, it was difficult for him himself to understand.

Dennis loses patience.

"Cronin, I've had enough of these lies you've weaved, you're taking the wrong medicine today, right?"

"If you dare to let that little yellow-haired bunny treat us like any other trade union, believe me, I will definitely retaliate with a tooth for a tooth!"

With that, he made a gesture of dispersion, signaling Cronin to leave quickly.

"It's him, the yellow-haired, he betrayed me, he."

Cronin was about to say something, but several people behind Dennis had already taken a few steps forward and surrounded him.

The bearded man was blasted out.

Standing alone at the gate of the Workers' Party, Cronin suddenly felt a little miserable.

When was Dennis able to ride on his head like this?!

However, there was no time for him to feel sorry for himself.

Because, when the bearded man raised his head, he suddenly found that near the dock, opposite him, there were some Chinese laborers.

Although these Chinese workers are doing their own thing.

But he always felt that they were watching him from time to time.

The bearded man lowered his head and began to walk briskly.

His pace grew faster and faster, and after a few steps, it turned into a run.

Ten minutes later, Cronin stopped at the mouth of an alley, panting.

He couldn't remember how many times he had run away like crazy today.

These damn Chinese, it looks like they have to kill themselves!

What to do? What to do?

No way! Only call the police!

Although Cronin did not have a good relationship with the San Francisco police because of his frequent speeches and strikes.

But there is a benefit to this.

That is, they are very familiar.

He was the subject of surveillance registered with Sheriff Potter.

So, when Cronin stepped through the window into the door of the police station, Sheriff Potter jumped out of his chair in excitement.

Is this a conscience found that it turned itself in?

"Sheriff Potter, please listen patiently to what I'm going to say next."

When he arrived at Sheriff Potter's office, Cronin's first words made him frown.

"Last night, a group of Chinese laborers occupied the meeting place of the Knights of Labor." Cronin calmed his mind and said slowly.

But he was rudely interrupted by Sheriff Potter.

"Tell me about the meeting place, where? What time is it? What do you go there for a meeting in the evening? ”

Apparently, the sheriff is more interested in this.

Cronin was stunned, and he looked at the sheriff with some disbelief:

"Don't you wonder why those Chinese laborers are in the meeting place of the Knights of Labor?"

"I don't want to know." The sheriff shook his head, "What can those honest Chinese workers do?" ”

"They joined the Knights of Labor!"

"So what?" The sheriff didn't quite understand Cronin's logic, "Are you here to show off to me?" The team has grown again? ”

"I'm in the air! I'm upside down! Cronin gasped hysterically, "My personal safety is at stake!" ”

"Ah, that's great, oh no, I mean, that's shocking."

Sergeant Porta was pouting, but the ecstasy in his heart could no longer be hidden.

The damn union organization is finally starting to fight among themselves, and they don't have to worry about these people messing up the factory all day.

"Why don't you tell me about your meeting in the middle of the night?" The sheriff owes a debt.

Cronin felt so desperate that he slammed the sheriff's table:

"Those Chinese will destroy us! Do you understand? It will be a disaster for you to let them occupy the union! ”

Sheriff Potter was startled, and he immediately yelled at the door:

"Come on, put this madman in a cell and brainwash me!"

Several policemen rushed in and knocked Cronin to the ground.

They searched the bearded man, including the revolver in his clothes.

After a day of chilling out in a cell, Cronin was released.

He had a few more scars on his face, a bruised right eye, and a swollen cheek.

The police returned his clothes and revolver, but confiscated the bullets from his gun.

Cronin didn't know and didn't go to check.

He took the revolver with a blank look in his eyes and stuffed it into his clothes.

He was now penniless, and his chest was pressed against his back; The hair and beard were messy, like straw.

Cornered, Cronin wanders aimlessly through the streets of San Francisco.

I don't know if it's because of hunger or the mental torture of the past few days.

He suddenly had an impulse that could be considered a fantasy.

Otherwise, if you can kill him, wouldn't you be able to regain control of the Labor Knights?

Come to think of it.

Cronin walked back in the direction of the Order's headquarters.

If he's not mistaken, Moody (Hawley) should have lived near there.

He walked forward step by step.

The streetcar clanged past him; Passers-by were curious about his vagabond dress, his stride like that of the living dead, and his cloudy eyes.

They always think that there is something wrong with this person's brain.

However, Cronin's path of revenge came to a halt when he reached the downstairs of the Customs House.

He saw some more Chinese and appeared in the direction he was going.

They were dressed exactly like the two Chinese who had been guarding their downstairs before.

Only this time, a white man with a cocked beard stood in front of them.

Beside the white man, there were some strong men in gray robes, and one of them was exchanging heads with the bearded man.

The eyes of these people were looking at themselves at the same time.

Cronin took two steps back.

He looked around.

In other directions, there were also people around, some of them Chinese, some white, and even two black.

Cronin had no way to retreat, and a wave of anger rose from his heart.

He took out the revolver in his arms and pointed it at the people in front of him:

"Come on! I'm not afraid of you! Don't you want my life? You bastards! ”

Cronin's eyes widened and he roared, his temples bulging high and the veins on his neck exposed.

"Doctor, as I told you before, this man has a very serious mental illness, and he always fantasizes that someone is going to kill him."

The bearded Hanif said to the strong man in the gray robe beside him.

"Some people saw him running wild in the streets for no reason, and he always had a conjecture that the Chinese were going to occupy the whole of America."

"You fools! If this continues, the Chinese will pounce on California like locusts! will take over the entire West! You will all die without a place to bury! Cronin roared hysterically.

"It seems that he is not lightly ill, and he is still very aggressive."

The doctor looked at Cronin and the revolver in his hand and thought.

The doctor is from San Francisco's infamous St. Elizabeth Mental Hospital.

The psychiatric hospital was originally intended for veterans traumatized by the Civil War, but it was no longer a psychiatric rehabilitation center.

As long as you pay enough fees, you can keep your patient, or "patient", in it for as long as you want.

As for their treatment style.

The doctor's thick arms and the rope in his hand are enough to illustrate.

Detectives from the Border Detective Agency and staff of the psychiatric hospital cautiously approached the bearded man.

Without warning, Cronin pulled the trigger on one of the Chinese.

He was answered with a hollow sound.

The crowd rushed up and threw Cronin to the ground.

They tied up their beards and stuffed them into the carriage in front of the crowd.

"Don't look at it! Don't look at it! Catch the mentally ill! Scattered! Scattered! A staff member began to drive away the crowd of onlookers around him.

"I'll go to the hospital tomorrow to settle the bill." Hanif put on his hat, mounted his horse, and said to the doctor,

"I hope you can give him a good treatment, and as for the treatment cycle, my client hopes that it is."

Hanif straightened his hat and stroked his beard.

"All the time."

(End of chapter)