It's a normal thing for things to be stolen from factories.

But there are very few people who steal explosives.

Even a leader in the western stealing world like Sean has stolen twice in his life.

Both times it was with Chen Jianqiu.

The reason is simple.

Stealing other things is at most to get caught and beaten or go to the "dragon field" to squat for a while, but stealing explosives is likely to go straight to the sky.

Moreover, on the eve of this strike, the theft of explosives is definitely not a good thing.

"Hawley, should we delay the strike?"

As an experienced detective, Duncan knows exactly what it means if explosives fall into the hands of someone with ulterior motives.

Hawley shook his head.

"The strike cannot be postponed, everything is ready, and if it is stopped at this time, not only will it fail to achieve the purpose of linking with Chicago, but the effect of the strike itself will also be affected!"

Hawley thought for a moment and said.

"Well, tell Hanif about the situation, and let the Border Detective Agency take care of it."

When Duncan arrived at Hanif's apartment, it was already the middle of the night.

At this time, Hanif had already washed up and gone to bed.

But Hanif has been restless today.

Tomorrow is the day of the general strike.

Chen Jianqiu gave him the task of ensuring the smooth progress of the strike and Hawley's personal safety.

Although he had already caught an undercover agent, Hanif always felt that Heilman, the old goblin, would give him some kind of moth.

Hanif stands at the bar of his restaurant, sipping whiskey while looking at a map of San Francisco on the bar.

There was a knock at the door.

Hanif pricked up his ears and listened, and quickly recognized from the rhythm that the knocker was Duncan.

The door was opened.

Duncan looked at Hanif in his pajamas and holding half a glass of whiskey in his hand, frowning slightly:

"Can't sleep?"

Hanif tilted his neck to drain the wine from the glass, beckoning Duncan to let him in:

"Yes, tomorrow you will go on strike, the boss has filmed the task, how can I sleep!"

Among the three undercover agents, he and Duncan have known each other for the longest time and are the most familiar, and probably because of the one-line contact, the conversation between the two has never been that kind of superior-subordinate tone.

"Then when you hear the news I brought you, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep even more." Duncan looked at Hanif with a playful expression.

"Oh! No! ”

Hanif put down the empty cup in his hand, covered his face with his hands and wailed.

I'm going to die, I'm really afraid of something!

Duncan was taken aback.

How did he feel that Hanif's mental state was a little abnormal? Is it a relationship with alcohol?

"Say it." Hanif ran to the bathroom, wiped his face with a wet towel, and turned back to the labor officer.

"Several bundles of explosives were stolen from the California Explosives Factory." Duncan said.

"It's over!" Hanif sat down on the couch.

The explosives in the explosives factory were not lost sooner or later, but they were lost at this time, and he didn't believe it without the handiwork of Pinkerton's gang.

Who took the explosives?

It is unlikely that Hairen took it, and Pinkerton's detectives didn't have to steal at all, they had a way to get their hands on explosives.

Could it be that the workers themselves took it?

Cold sweat broke out on Hanif's back.

As we all know, the members of the Knights of Labor and the Trade Union have always been divided on how to fight for their rights.

Some of them are conservative and some are radical.

Hawley is generally tolerant of these ideas.

Chen Jianqiu once told him a sentence: Don't persuade others to be kind without others suffering.

As a workers' leader, he only needs to stabilize his base and at the same time gain the support of the majority of the people.

But at this juncture, it only takes one militant to go to the scene with a bomb and then throw it out while the workers at the scene confront the police.

That would be a disaster!

The bombs of this era were extremely unstable.

Not to mention how many innocent people would be harmed at the scene, the police officers also had a reason to shoot and arrest people.

If you take the opportunity to plant it on Hawley, it will be troublesome.

"Did the people from the dynamite factory call the police?"

Hanif paced back and forth in the room.

He wanted to take someone to the explosives factory to investigate and see if he could find out who stole the explosives in the first place.

But it happened so suddenly.

They were not able to infiltrate the explosives factory to investigate without commission.

Not to mention catching a thief overnight.

"It should be the police, I guess the police station is also a bag now." Duncan said, "The matter of tomorrow's strike is already known to passers-by, and the police in the whole city should also be dispatched, I don't know what they will do." ”

At this moment, Hanif couldn't sleep at all.

He put on his coat, then walked over to his desk and pulled a paper bag out of a drawer.

This paper bag was used by Heilman to buy him before.

Hanif took some dollars out of the paper bag and stuffed it back into a drawer, then tied the paper bag and put it in his coat pocket.

He walked out the door quickly.

"Duncan, you go back to the union first, tell Hawley, it's really not possible, before the strike starts, check what each worker is carrying."

Hanif closed the door and hurried downstairs as he spoke to Duncan behind him.

"Let's do our best." Duncan smiled wryly

Tomorrow there will be thousands of people marching in the cross, and it will be too difficult to find out the man with the bomb in this way.

Half an hour later, Hanif appeared outside the door of Sheriff Potter's house.

He hurried up the steps and banged the door.

"What? Do? Dead? ”

The door was opened, and Sheriff Potter appeared in his pajamas and carrying a kerosene lamp, his face full of anger.

But when he saw Hanif standing at the door, half of his anger suddenly disappeared:

"Hanif? Come in, come in, what are you doing in the middle of the night? ”

After all, when the God of Wealth comes, he can't turn him away.

However, before Sheriff Potter could open the door completely, Hanif squeezed in sideways.

The sheriff had to close the door behind him.

"Sheriff, is there a general strike tomorrow?" Hanif asked in a low voice.

"Huh? Do you also know about the strike? Sheriff Potter looked surprised.

But he thought about it again.

The Border Detective Agency is now the largest private detective and bodyguard organization in the West, and they have an extremely powerful intelligence network.

Sometimes I have to rely on them for help.

So, it is not surprising that Hanif knew the news of the strike.

"Now the grandmothers who sell bread on the roadside know." Hanif said angrily,

"I have several commissions right now, and some factory owners are asking us to protect their factories tomorrow."

He paused, then continued:

"But I haven't seen you say hello to me until now, so I came over overnight to ask you what the situation is."

He didn't say a word about the explosives factory, for fear of arousing the sheriff's suspicion.

Sheriff Potter may feel undignified to be carrying a lamp, wearing pajamas and Hanif speaking at the door.

He patted Hanif on the arm and motioned for him to follow him to the living room.

Once in the living room, Sheriff Potter lit the headlamp on the side of the couch, and then motioned for Hanif to sit down as well.

He crossed his fingers and placed them on his stomach, and then said meaningfully to Hanif:

"As a perennial partner and friend, Hanif, I have a suggestion for you, tomorrow's affairs, you and your detective agency, it is better not to interfere."

"It's a piece of advice." Sheriff Potter said.

Hanif heard what the sheriff was saying, so he asked:

"Why?"

Sheriff Potter stared at Hanif, "I remember you never asked "why", it seems to be your detective's professional code. ”

"Fuck the profession, if I get rid of my people now, the liquidated damages alone will kill me!" Hanif swore swearing.

"You don't have to evacuate people, stay in the factory and don't come out, just don't act rashly." Sheriff Potter said, "Don't worry about what you shouldn't do. ”

Hanif took the paper bag out of his pocket and threw it to the sheriff opposite.

The sheriff opened the paper bag and saw the dollars inside, and immediately smiled.

"$800." Hanif held his chin in his hand, "Buy one, you can always buy one." ”

Sheriff Potter tucked the paper bag between his pajamas and the couch.

He coughed, and lowered his voice again, even though it was only Hanif and him in the room:

"The governor has made up his mind to give the Knights of Labor a little color, and he feels that this organization is intervening in politics."

"We have received an order to shoot at the striking workers tomorrow near Union Square whenever they hear an explosion!"

(End of chapter)