The architectural pattern of the lower town is familiar to Mitchell Walker.

The dirty alleys are piled up with all kinds of debris, the passages are cluttered, and the sewage flows sideways;

Clotheslines were attached to the not-so-tall buildings on either side of the alley, and the sheets and clothes hung on them deprived them of the few rays of sunlight that had been taken;

Someone was mending their snow-crushed roof, and the sheriff gave him a numb look as he passed by.

Because of the cold and hunger, these people don't seem to have much energy, and their attitude is naturally not very friendly.

Although this is Walker's precinct, he is rarely willing to come here, and usually only appears here in uniform when the tax is being collected.

Walker followed the alley and turned into a small courtyard.

The yard is in the shade and the light is dim.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk"

A bearded man in a leather apron, holding a bone chopping knife in his hand, was squatting in the corner of the courtyard, chopping the flesh of an unknown animal on the ground one by one.

Yes, the skin has been peeled and at the same time cut into pieces, completely unrecognizable.

The weather was cold, but the strong man didn't seem to have much clothes on his body, except for the leather apron, the crumpled cloth shirt he lined was also stained with blood, red and black.

Walker's breath was hot, but his back was cold.

Noticing that the sheriff had entered the courtyard, the big man stood up, the knife in his hand hanging down at his side, and the minced flesh on it.

He said to Walker with a blank face;

"Sheriff, if I'm not mistaken, you took the money for this month at the beginning of the month, right?"

Walker subconsciously touched his waist, and only after confirming that the revolver was there did not ease his expression slightly.

He took a deep breath: "I'm looking for Torio, is he there?" I have something very important to look for him. ”

When the strong man heard this, he squatted down again and continued to chop his flesh one by one.

"In the house, you go in." He didn't even look at the sheriff.

Walker walked slowly past him, unnoticed, as if he had kicked something in the shadows.

The thing "gurgled" and rolled into the corner.

"Hey! Sheriff, can you be careful? ”

Behind him, the strong man stopped the knife in his hand, wiped his nose, and said emotionlessly.

Walker held back and said nothing.

He didn't like coming to this place very much.

If it weren't for the fact that the purpose of this visit was a bit unsightly, otherwise he wouldn't have appeared here alone at all.

The Five Points Gang are different from other gangsters in the lower city.

Although the leader was Italian, the gang was not family-based like later Italian gangs.

The members are a bunch of psychotics and lunatics.

These people are not afraid of the police at all, and are happy to repeatedly jump sideways on the edge of their own bottom line.

Walker ignored the strong man and walked straight into the house.

The inside of the house was darker than the courtyard outside, and at the same time it was colder.

A group of young men in gray dirty blouses were sitting around a table by the window, playing an extremely boring game.

They draw one card from each card and simply compare the magnitude.

Even the most addicted gamblers rarely want to play such a non-technical game, but these people enjoy it, and occasionally let out strange laughs.

"Where's Torio? Where have the others gone?" Walker clutched his pocket with one hand and said loudly.

It wasn't the people who reacted to the sheriff's words.

"Wang! Woof! Roar~~"

A large black dog rushed out of the shadows.

It was a ferocious Newpoliton dog with a huge head, a muscular body almost right-angled, and a face full of wrinkles that extended to the chin.

It was going to pounce on the sheriff, but the collar around its neck limited its play.

The dog could only growl in place, baring its teeth at Walker.

Walker instinctively took two steps back, his hand reaching for the gun at his waist.

"Robert, he's going to be unhappy if you treat Sheriff Walker like this." A not-so-tall figure stepped out of the corner.

This man looks like he is about thirty years old.

He wears a velvet bowler hat, a tweed coat, and leather gloves on his hands, and his sophisticated attire contrasts with the messy and dirty surroundings.

"Torio, damn it, what the hell are you doing?" Walker straightened his clothes, hiding his embarrassment.

"Quick, apologize to the sheriff."

Torio touched the head of the New-Politon dog named "Robert", but there was no hint of apology in his tone.

The Italian's cheeks twitched nervously, and his smile was eerie.

Walker sounded very uncomfortable.

He frowned and winked at Torio, "I have something important to tell you!" ”

"Didn't you hear? Mr. Sheriff said he had something to talk to me about, what are you still doing here? The Italian glanced at the men by the window.

A few of his men stood up lazily.

They dropped their playing cards on the table and left the room from Walker's side.

Walker was very unhappy.

The people in this room were afraid of him, and naturally no one respected him, including the dog.

This would be unthinkable in other neighborhoods.

He also went to the window and sat down at the table where the men had been playing.

After all, the light is slightly better there.

Torio walked over to the side of the wine cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.

He poured a glass for Walker and himself, then sat down across from Walker, picked up the stack of playing cards that his little brothers had just dropped, and played with himself.

It's cold in New York, but it's not cold enough to freeze whiskey.

Walker hesitated, but finally took a sip.

"Torio, you've gone a little too far this time, where did you get the guts to attack the police?!"

With a sip of wine in his stomach and a warm current rushing up his body, Walker questioned the Italian in front of him.

But the Italians looked disapproving:

"That policeman wants to kill them all, and I can't help it, he is blocking my way to money. Whoever stands in the way of my wealth is in the way of yours, and he stands in the way of your wealth. ”

"But you killed him!" Walker frowned, "Do you know how much trouble this is going to cause us?" ”

He suppressed his anger, for fear that he couldn't help but take out his gun and collapse the bold guy in front of him!

However, the Italian fiddled with the playing cards in his hand, and only glanced at him, a smile on his lips.

"But don't you still make a false report? Because you know that we are in the same boat, and your boss will not let the ship sink, or he would not have instructed you to do so. ”

"Your boss is much smarter than you at this point."

"Smack!"

Walker slammed the table;

"Torio! Don't think too highly of yourself, I'm here this time to warn you, I hope you will be a little more restrained, if you continue like this, the boss will re-evaluate your role. ”

He said with a grim face.

"Oh?"

Torio's eyes narrowed.

A "king" and a "three of spades" fell out of his playing cards.

Torio took a sip of whiskey, then slowly tore the two cards into several pieces.

Walker "rubbed" to his feet.

A revolver was pressed against Torio's head.

"Do you really think I won't dare kill you?" The sheriff said angrily, "What are you?" Who do you think you are? ”

The anger that had accumulated from the beginning to the present suddenly erupted.

The sheriff's hand rests on the trigger.

Instead of changing his face, Torio burst out laughing maniacally.

"Mr. Policeman, do you want me to pull the trigger for you? I know you better than you do, and you've always only had one spare bullet in your gun, so why don't we gamble on our luck? ”

Before Walker could react, his pistol was already in Torio's hand.

The Italian made a crazy move next.

He turned the bullet nest and pressed the muzzle of the gun to his head.

The Italians pulled the trigger.

His expression didn't change, and he didn't blink his eyes.

The revolver made a crisp click.

Torio is safe and sound.

He handed the revolver back into Walker's hand with a nervous smile on his face:

"It's your turn, Mr. Sheriff!"

Walker's expression froze.

"You're a fucking lunatic!" He picked up his gun and turned to leave.

But the hand he was holding the gun suddenly couldn't move.

Torio's hand, clasped firmly in his hand like an iron tong.

"What are you going to do?!" Walker was shocked and angry.

The smile on Torio's face was still the same, but it was cold, and the temperature in the room was the same, which made Walker feel cold.

"Now that the game has started, there's no reason to quit when you quit, you have to play until the end!" The Italian said, "Let's shoot one shot at a time." “

"I don't have a fucking nerve with you!" Walker yelled.

He struggled to get rid of it, but Torio's hands were so powerful that he controlled his hand and turned the muzzle of the gun to his head.

Walker's pupils dilated instantly.

He also suffered a cardiac arrest.

Because he could clearly see from the front of the nest, it was still empty, and it was already stuffed to the brim at some point.

"No, you wait, you"

Before the sheriff's words were finished, only a "bang" was heard.

Walker's head was blown open by a bullet from his own revolver.

Torio let go of his hand.

Walker's body collapsed to the ground like a fluffy cloth bag.

The Italian took a crimson handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood that had been splashed on his face and hands.

He looked at the corpse on the ground and shook his head: "It seems, Mr. Sheriff, your luck doesn't seem to be very good. ”

The Newpoliton dog named "Robert" in the house smelled blood and became excited.

The big dog scrambled towards the corpse, the leash of the door crumbling.

The big man outside the door who was chopping meat heard the gunshots and walked in with a knife.

He glanced at the corpses underground:

"Chopped up as dog food?"

Torio raised an eyebrow: "What about the guy who owed me money before?" ”

"Chop, it's piled up in the yard, the head hasn't been disposed of yet, I was kicked by this guy, I don't know where to go, I'll wait to find it." Dahan scratched his hair.

"Let's eat that first, this one is thrown along the river with a gun, so that the police can find it."

The Italian touched "Robert's" head and said.

According to Chen Jianqiu's instructions, Holiday took Li Sifu to Walker's house, wanting to find out about the situation with the sheriff.

However, it was Walker's wife, an Irish woman with messy hair, who opened the door.

"Who knows where he died, this bastard doesn't necessarily come back after work, who knows which wild woman's belly he was lying on."

Walker's wife said angrily.

She left the door ajar, not letting the two of them in.

Holiday and Li Sifu, who were closed, went to the police station again.

At this time, the police station was already off duty.

The police officer on duty also said that he had not seen Walker all day.

Holiday returns to the detective agency, pulls up information about Walker, and sets out again, searching the sheriff's likely places at night, including New York's famous red-light district and one of his concubines.

However, in these places, they still did not find Walker.

Both Holiday and Li Sifu sensed that something was wrong.

Early the next morning, Walker's body was found on the banks of the Hudson River by an early boatman.

The police arrived at the scene as soon as possible.

Cause of death: Pierced in the head by his own gun, and the latest fingerprint on that gun was Walker's own.

So, Walker is suicidal.

After hearing the news, Holiday also quickly rushed to the scene.

Because Roosevelt was greeted by the other side, he was also allowed to enter the scene.

However, he came to a completely different conclusion from the New York police.

First of all, it can be seen from the bloodstains and other traces of the scene that this was not the first crime scene.

The person who threw the body was very sloppy and didn't even cover it up.

Secondly, the bullet was pierced through the forehead, and this suicidal posture was too distorted.

Walker had been killed from somewhere else and moved up to the river.

This conclusion is actually not difficult to come to a conclusion.

But none of the police officers who investigated at the scene said anything.

Obviously, the gang of cowards was scared.

First, the sheriff who seized the bar was electrocuted to death at home; Then there was the death of Sheriff Walker, who was involved in the case.

These people are afraid to avoid it, for fear that they will be involved in this case.

"It's ridiculous that the police are afraid of the gangs." Li Sifu sighed.

Although the underworld was rampant in the eastern part of the United States at that time, crime was widespread; The West is wilder and lawless, but gangsters generally avoid confrontation with the police, let alone murder the sheriff or the police.

"I'm afraid this matter is not so simple, they may not only be afraid of those gangsters." Holiday said, "Let's talk to Chen about this first. ”

On the night when Holiday and Li Sifu kept looking for Walker's whereabouts, Chen Jianqiu was also very busy.

He, along with Camilla and his son, were invited to a New York City charity dinner.

The convener of the charity dinner was naturally the social queen mother of little Aster.

After the death of Astor IV's father due to illness, his mother did not give up her hobby, but intensified it.

Otherwise, Little Astor would not have built the Altoria Hotel in order to fight for his breath.

He has to prepare a gorgeous home field for his mother, and he can't be stolen by his cousin.

Although the hotel has not yet been built, the party can not be delayed.

This charity dinner was the banquet hall of another luxury hotel.

The dinner was attended by some of the biggest names in New York City, including Wall Street tycoons.

The theme of the dinner was said to be to raise money for some New Yorkers who were starving because of the heavy snowfall.

This theme actually sounds a bit ironic, firstly, this should be a matter of the city government, and secondly, most of these people who attended the dinner did not even know what the lower city looked like, and donated money purely to comfort their conscience.

Because of Little Aster's relationship, Chen Jianqiu's family was naturally invited.

In fact, the reason why Chen Jianqiu agreed to attend this dinner is because the legendary core figure of the Tammony Society, New York City Councilman Mr. Beth-Cartman, will also attend the dinner.

He was eager to see what kind of person the legendary city boss who controlled New York City was.