At noon the next day, Holiday and Li Sifu rushed to Chen Jianqiu's residence and told Chen Jianqiu the news of Walker's death.

In the study, Chen Jianqiu was looking down at the information about the Tammoni Association and the Five Points Gang that Holiday had brought up.

As he judged.

The Tammony Society, nominally a public charity organization, is actually a tool used by the Democratic Party to control New York City.

They used a few small favors to stabilize the Democratic Party's base among the civilian population, and through the gangs, they took control of the lower city and did a little dirty work for them.

Cartman sits idly by and provides them with proper shelter.

This gave him a firm grip on the Lower Town.

To put it more bluntly, Cartman may be the biggest mob boss in New York.

"I think it was the Five Point Gang who did it." Holiday offered his opinion, "These people want to kill people. ”

"It's a pity that the clue is broken again." Li Sifu looked at Chen Jianqiu, "Boss, what should we do next?" ”

Chen Jianqiu closed the stack of materials.

Only a piece of paper was left on the table.

"Go to five o'clock and help get a live mouth." He stood up and tapped his fingers on the paper on the table.

On the paper was a blurry black-and-white photo of a portrait with a faceless face and a fierce face.

The Butcher, by Derek Randall.

The man who chopped up the corpse for dog food for Torrio.

New York, Downtown, Slaughterhouse.

Two men dressed in New York police uniforms appeared at the gate of the slaughterhouse.

By this time it was close to evening.

One by one, the workers began to come out of the slaughterhouse.

The reason why they leave work so early is not because the factory owner is kind, but because even if the meat is slaughtered, it cannot be sold in the current market.

The bosses would rather feed the meat rotten on the street to the rats than give it to the civilians who can't afford to eat it.

The workers who came out looked at the two men in police uniforms with strange eyes.

Not for any other reason, but because the police rarely want to come to such places.

"Actually, I've always wanted to ask why we wear this dress."

After no one was around, Li Sifu pulled the police badge on his chest and asked Holiday beside him with a puzzled expression.

"Are you sure Randall won't run away when he sees our clothes?"

"Just because he's a policeman, he won't run." Holiday grabbed his pocket lightly, "If the people of the Five Points Gang were afraid of the police, would they still slaughter Walker?" ”

"You're saying they're going to kill us, too?" Li Sifu was stunned for a moment.

"Possibly, and we're trying not to use guns around here." "If the guns had gone off, we might not have been able to get out of Downtown." ”

"Hiss~"

Li Sifu straightened out his hat and put it back on his head.

The two waited at the door for a long time, not waiting for the person with the body type and physical characteristics in the document to appear.

"Could it be that we missed it?" Li Sifu was a little unsure.

Holiday took his hand out of his pocket.

"Let's go in and have a look." He said.

The two men walked into the slaughterhouse one after the other.

The hygienic environment in the slaughterhouse is not good.

The ground was stained with blood and wet, and from time to time rats were scurrying around on the ground.

"That's where the meat you usually eat comes from." Holliday pointed around and said to Li Sifu.

"It's not dry, it's not clean, and it's not sick if you eat it." Li Sifu spread his hands.

The door to the workshop was closed, and only a small side door was open.

Two men walked through the side door.

The light in the workshop was unusually dim, with only the light from the west shining through the glass at the top of the workshop.

The winter sunset is already soft and weak, but after being filtered by the glass, it is even weaker.

Holiday and Li Sifu touched the darkness and walked towards the inside of the workshop.

Just as they were turning around a steel column of a factory building, suddenly, a sharp sound of metal clashing and cutting across each other came from the room inside.

Holiday and Li Sifu glanced at each other.

Someone is inside.

Holiday and the others had no intention of hiding their whereabouts.

They walked in.

A muscular strong man stood there.

He wears a dirty leather apron and holds a boning knife in his right hand and a metal sharpening rod in his left.

The blade of the boning knife rubs against the sharpening rod repeatedly, making a screeching sound.

And in front of him, hanging upside down was a cow that had been dissected.

It seems that the butcher was planning to remove all the meat from the bones of the cow.

"You're Derek Randall, aren't you?" Holiday walked up.

The man turned around and looked at the two men in police uniforms with a nonchalant expression.

"I am, who are you? I don't think I've ever seen you before. ”

"My name is Dennis, his name is Wang Daqing, Sheriff Walker committed suicide, and the two of us will be in charge of this piece in the future." Holiday said.

Hearing that it was someone from the police department, Randall seemed to let his guard down a little.

He didn't want to deal with the two "policemen", so he turned around again and began to pick meat on his own.

"Isn't it time for you to pay this month's regular money?" Holiday drew the butcher's attention as he spoke, and at the same time glanced at Li Sifu.

Li Sifu casually looked around the workshop, and at the same time, taking the opportunity, he had quietly walked around Randall's side.

"The money has already been given to Walker." Randall expertly picked at the meat and replied with a blank face.

"Walker's money is Walker's money, and ours is ours." Holiday played the scoundrel "brutally", acting like a New York police hooligan, "I don't care about you damn things." ”

The knife in Randall's hand stopped.

The green tendons on his temples twitched.

But soon, his knife continued to cut between the bones and meat of the cow.

"Then you should go to our boss." The butcher's voice grew colder.

"Then I'll have to say I'm sorry to you." Holiday patted his police badge, "I can only let you go with me." ”

No warning, no reminder.

The butcher suddenly turned around, swung the boning knife in his hand, and stabbed Holiday at it.

The knife was fast and accurate, and it went straight to the heart of the "doctor".

When Holiday was in the West, he was known for his marksmanship and good body skills, and both he and Wyatt were known for their dodges.

As he spoke, his attention remained on the butcher's knife-wielding hand.

Rao was so, and Holliday dodged the blow with a sideways turn, and his clothes were cut wide by the sharp boning knife.

On the side, Li Sifu had already kicked up and ran towards the butcher's knife-wielding hand.

This kick won the true biography of Chen Jianqiu, and he crossed an arc from bottom to top, hitting the target.

However, the butcher's hand turned out to be just a little shaky.

He held the knife with great strength, and the knife did not come out of his hand.

The butcher did not say a word, but threw away the sharpening stick in his hand and took a step forward, intending to grab Holiday by the shoulder and give him a fatal blow.

But Holiday is not so easy to catch.

Like a loach, he once again escaped the butcher's clutches and avoided the side.

Li Sifu had already caught up, flew up again, and headed towards the butcher's heart.

He used all his strength in this kick, but it didn't hurt the butcher in the slightest.

The butcher's anger was completely aroused.

He gave up Holiday and turned around and swung a knife at Li Sifu who was behind him.

Li Sifu dodged sideways, but he dodged the knife, but he didn't dodge the butcher's shoulder.

He was hit hard in the chest, and for a moment his chest was churning with blood, and he took a few steps backwards and fell to the ground.

The butcher rode up after him, and the boning knife in his hand stabbed Li Sifu down.

At this moment, only a "bang" of gunfire was heard.

The butcher's hand holding the knife was hit by a bullet, and the flesh and blood were blurred, and the boning knife in his hand also fell to the ground with a "clang".

Seeing that the situation was not good, the butcher stood up with his hands covered and prepared to escape, but was shot in the calf by Holiday again.

But this man was so brave that he dragged one leg and limped forward.

Holiday was just about to give him another shot and kill him completely.

Li Sifu has already climbed up.

He picked up a thick iron chain hanging pork from the side, rushed to the butcher's back, and rounded the back of his head.

"Knock"

The sound is crisp and good, and a good sound is a good head.

The butcher's massive body slammed to the ground, unconscious.

"You're not going to beat him to death, are you?" Holiday put away his gun and stepped forward, examining his eyes and snort.

"Didn't you say that neither of us could get out of here after the shooting?" Li Sifu panted and dropped the chain, crossed his waist and asked.

Holiday looked left and right, and ended up in the corner of the workshop with a cart and a few clothes for working in the slaughterhouse.

This small cart is used to hold beef offal, and it smells very fishy.

Holiday threw the clothes to Li Sifu.

"Put it on, and then tie it up with an iron chain and throw it on the cart."

After a while, Holiday and Li Sifu, who had finished changing their clothes, pushed a cart full of offal and walked out of the gate of the slaughterhouse.

The butcher himself, buried under the entrails of those cows.

The gang members who heard the gunshots nearby had already rushed over with guns.

At the mouth of the alley outside the slaughterhouse, they met Holiday and Li Sifu.

"Keep your head down and look as natural as possible." Holiday bent down to push the car and said to Li Sifu on the side.

The gang members didn't stop to interrogate or anything.

They rubbed shoulders with the two.

Because the car is so smelly, these people are afraid to avoid it.

After pushing the cart out of the gang's turf along the banks of the Hudson River.

Holiday straightened up.

It's already dark.

There aren't many people on this road.

The two of them did meet some people along the way, but they only glanced this way, and then went on their own way, doing their own thing.

"What about the one who answered us?" Li Sifu looked left and right.

The border detective agency, which is well-known on the American mainland, is understandable because the person in charge is personally dispatched to prevent the grass from startling the snake, but there is no one to answer, so it is a bit too much to say.

"We've already met several of them, and they won't identify themselves unless there are special circumstances." "But if Five O'clock helps those guys out, then these subordinates of mine will teach them how to behave." ”

Holiday bent down and continued to push the cart with Li Sifu.

"Let's go back to life as soon as possible." He said.

Holiday wheeled the car into a remote warehouse by the docks.

The warehouse doesn't look big, and from the outside it looks a little shabby.

But when Li Sifu pushed the cart into the warehouse together, he found that there was a hole in it.

It was divided into four or five rooms.

The room was oddly furnished, with a desk in addition to a chair.

There's everything on it.

Vices, soldering irons, containers with unknown ingredients.

"This is the place that the Border Detective Agency uses to get criminals to say what they really think in their hearts." Holiday put down the car in his hand and said to Li Sifu, "Sometimes, people always need the help of others to return to that honest self." ”

Li Sifu shuddered when he listened.

"Where did you get a carload of this?"

A familiar voice came in from the doorway of the room.

Chen Jianqiu fanned his nose and walked in.

He glanced at the beef intestines, the water, and the minced meat, and pouted: "Are you planning to cook beef offal soup at night?" ”

Holiday reached into the haggis with both hands, and with a single effort, dragged the butcher out of it.

The butcher "slept" very sweetly, even if he had been bumpy all the way just now, he did not have the slightest intention of waking up.

"Hang him up, wake him up!" Chen Jianqiu commanded.

Several Frontier Detective Agency operatives walked in and hung the butcher's hands on a hook in the middle of the room.

Like the cattle he slaughtered himself.

A basin of ice water was poured down on his face.

The butcher gasped and woke up.

There was a sharp pain in his hands and legs, and his eyes couldn't be opened from the blinding high-power incandescent light.

"Welcome to the House of Honest Happiness." Chen Jianqiu lit a cigarette for himself.

The butcher barely opened his eyes.

This environment was very unfamiliar, but after seeing the utensils on the table, he quickly understood his situation.

"When did you policemen have this ability?" The butcher scoffed.

"Yo, the back of the head is quite iron, I thought you were gone with an iron chain." Li Sifu sneered.

Chen Jianqiu had no interest in arguing with him.

"Tell me, who killed those two cops?" He asked, as he picked out the torture instruments on the desk.

The butcher sneered:

"Whatever you do, see if I'll frown."

He thinks he has rough skin and thick meat.

On top of that, he has always looked down on these police officers in New York.

Chen Jianqiu looked at it for a long time, and he was not very satisfied with these utensils on the desk.

He beckoned to Holiday leaning against the corner:

"Go get our latest gadgets and let this tough guy experience the joy of technology."

Holiday nodded.

After a while, a cabinet-like instrument was brought in.

Holiday plugged in the instrument's three-prong plug and pulled out two wires with clips from behind.

Two clips, one for the two most sensitive positions of the butcher.

The butcher suddenly panicked.

"Let me ask again, who killed those two policemen?" Chen Jianqiu asked again.

The butcher didn't squeak.

Chen Jianqiu pressed the red button on the instrument.

(End of chapter)