New York City Hall is located in the middle of City Hall Park in the downtown area of Lower Manhattan.

It was built between 1803 and 1812 and is probably one of the oldest town halls in the United States.

Like other government buildings in the United States, the city hall façade is impressive with its white European style and intricately carved Roman columns.

Its French-style dome is so beautiful that it is easy to feel like you are in a Roman temple.

Theodore Roosevelt, however, was not in the mood to appreciate the best of these American artisans.

Dressed in an off-white uniform and a police cap, he strode into the mayor's office.

Mayor Murray, who was already waiting for him there.

"Oh, Sheriff Roosevelt, how are you doing?" Murray saw Roosevelt walk in and greeted him very warmly.

"Not good." Roosevelt came to Murray's desk and stood there, "Is there anything you want me to do?" ”

He was not yet forty years old, and now he was in the prime of life, with a mustache upturned and standing straight, his eyes piercing.

Mayor Murray was in front of him, half a cut short from the momentum.

"Well, I mean, I think, I'd like to hear your thoughts on the recent downtown warehouse bombings and the deaths of two police officers." He said inarticulately.

"Mr. Mayor, we have enough evidence to prove that all of this was done by an Italian gang called the 'Five Point Gang' in the lower city." Roosevelt said, "I'm ready to exterminate them, and I hope the city government will support me!" ”

To his surprise, the mayor stroked the palm of his hand:

"Mr. Roosevelt, I very much support your claim that it's time to teach these scoundrels a lesson."

"Alright, I'll go back and prepare." Roosevelt saluted the mayor and turned to leave.

"Uh, please, please wait a minute." Murray suddenly stopped Roosevelt from behind.

"Anything else?" Roosevelt turned.

"I'm afraid you misunderstood what I meant, I mean, I'm in favor of taking action against those gangs, but I'm afraid it's not you who carry out this action." The mayor picked up a piece of paper from his desk and handed it to Roosevelt.

Roosevelt took the paper.

It was a letter signed by citizens complaining about the police department's inaction over New York's deteriorating law and order situation.

The deterioration of law and order in New York is no longer a matter of a day or two, and the reasons for this are extremely complex.

These "citizens" did not write letters in the morning or in the evening, so they had to vent their anger on Roosevelt, who had just taken office.

"Mr. Mayor, do you want me to resign?" Roosevelt looked up and stared at Murray, "You came to me in the first place. ”

Murray was stared at by him.

"No, no, no, you misunderstood me, I appreciate your talent very much, I just need you to take care of more important things, like logistics." "I'll make the announcement at the city council later," he said, with a twinkle in his eyes. ”

Roosevelt didn't speak.

His cultivation allowed him to suppress his anger as best he could.

"Alright, Mr. Mayor, I will obey your arrangement." Roosevelt finally didn't vent on the spot, turned around and walked out of the mayor's office.

When he walks out of the office, he passes by Congressman Cartman, who has just entered.

"Mr. Councillor, have we gone too far?"

After Roosevelt leaves the office, Murray closes the office door and asks Cartman.

"Someone has to be responsible for the bombing and the death of the officer." Cartman sits comfortably on the couch in his office, while the mayor stands next to him with his arms down.

"When I found a Republican, I used it to take the blame." Cartman says slowly, "It's our own people who really enjoy the reputation." ”

He sat there as if he were the owner of the office.

"So, are we really going to attack the Italians of the 'Five Point Gang' this time?" The mayor wonders what Cartman means.

"Yes, that one named Torio doesn't pay much attention to the rules, violates the rules, breaks the bottom line, it's time for a new batch." Cartman said. "Let Brock go, I'm optimistic about him."

Cartman's Bullock is a Democrat.

This man graduated from West Point and is a military veteran.

His advantage is that he is very obedient.

After all, it has always been the duty of a military to obey orders.

The disadvantage is that he is very obedient and has no experience in the police industry.

The mayor nodded, and walked back to his desk to draft the warrant.

Roosevelt, who walked out of the town hall, did not say a word.

He mounted his horse and headed straight for 34 Bell Street.

Chen Jianqiu's office in New York is here, upstairs from the Border Detective Agency.

"Smack!"

Roosevelt's police cap was thrown on the table.

Its owner sat on the chair in front of Chen Jianqiu's desk, unbuttoning the top button of his uniform.

The button made him breathless.

"What's wrong?" Chen Jianqiu put down the report in his hand and looked at Roosevelt with a smile.

"I'm fired!" Roosevelt snorted and said indignantly.

"Laid off?" Chen Jianqiu frowned.

"That's not true, Murray's bastard let me take care of logistics!"

"These guys usually have an inexplicable relationship with the gangsters in the civilian area. Now you can pour it directly, and just break me apart, and let their own people pick the fruit. ”

The more Roosevelt spoke, the more angry he became, and his emotions were a little agitated.

Chen Jianqiu stood up, took out a well-packaged box from the cabinet behind him, and handed it to Roosevelt.

Roosevelt opened it and found that it was two walnuts, which had been coiled and shiny, and the surface was still red.

"What is this?" He raised his head and looked at Chen Jianqiu.

"When you're angry, playing with it in your hand can make you think calmly." Chen Jianqiu took out the two walnuts and showed Roosevelt how to play with them, "This is a Chinese businessman in Hawaii who gave it to me, and it has a history." ”

Roosevelt took the two walnuts from Chen Jianqiu's hand.

"Am I paying a bribe?" Chen Jianqiu asked with a smile.

Roosevelt shook his head.

With walnuts coiled in his hands, he calmed down a lot.

"I just panicked at the thought that I couldn't personally send these bastards from Downtown to the gallows," Roosevelt said.

"It's not that simple." Chen Jianqiu said to Roosevelt, "According to the information I have received, the purpose of that Italian named Torio is probably impossible for Cartman to come up with." ”

"Your cops can't handle him." The smile on Chen Jianqiu's face became more and more playful.

"Don't worry, let the bullets fly for a while."

Two days later, in the lower city, in a clearing in the middle of the slums.

Torio is holding the so-called meeting again.

However, in view of the painful experience of the last time, Li Xiling and some gang leaders did not attend.

But they were afraid that the Italians would do something to them, so they sent a few inconsequential people.

Eastman is here, as he is now in a "Holy Alliance" with Torio.

said that it was an alliance, but in fact it was a vassal of the Five Points Gang, which was no different from a dog's leg.

In addition to these gangsters, the people who attended this meeting were the poor people in the lower city who were suffering from cold and hunger.

Some of them are unemployed workers, some are petty bourgeoisie who have lost their source of income because of the financial crisis, some are homeless themselves, and some are military veterans.

Torio handed out coarse grain bread near the venue.

The amount of bread is very small, at most half full, and under the cold of winter, it is also frozen hard, and it is not easy to eat.

But it's free, after all.

A lot of people rushed over, and while they were breading, they heard the Italian in the black coat give a speech.

"My friends! Is the bread in your hands hard to swallow? Did the thin clothes on your body make you shiver from the cold? ”

Torio stood on the chest in the clearing, waving his arms at the civilians holding the bread.

"You know, a few blocks away, the rich people of New York are drinking good wine and eating fine food!"

"Do you know that in the theaters on Broadway, there are scenes of drunken dramas, and the audience laughs, but they don't know the suffering in the other corner of the city!"

"Do you know that on the docks a few kilometers away, the merchants would rather pour their milk into the sea than share it with you!"

The soil of the Apennines has always been prone to orators.

From Cicero in ancient Rome to Musonieri, his eloquence was first-class.

Torio clearly has that talent.

His tone was not particularly impassioned, but it still pulled and stirred up the emotions of everyone present.

"You shouldn't just succumb to reality!"

"America gave you the right to own guns! Thanks to those great people, this has given everyone equal power to the people of this land. ”

The Italian waved at the gopher behind him.

Wooden boxes were lifted out.

Inside, there was a gun.

Although there are many varieties, old and new, each one is genuine, and there are many of them.

"I'll give you these guns, and if you will, assemble here at three o'clock in the afternoon! I'll take you to the bank to get your wealth back! Torio shouted to the audience.

The emotions of the audience were completely ignited.

They began to go to the Five Points Gang to get their guns.

And Eastman, who was watching coldly, pinched his nose.

He is extremely unoptimistic about the bank robbery.

How can there be such a shouting and hype, for fear that the police will not know?

Wells Fargo's location is conspicuous, there is already a lot of security, and the vault is underground, and it can't be exploded without explosives.

Besides, even if you really go to rob it, you can go directly if you get a gun, and gather at three o'clock in the afternoon, and it is not certain how many people can come by then, and isn't this a chance for the police to assemble?

Layman! It's so layman!

Also fired?

It's not certain who these poor ghosts will rob after they get their guns.

The probability of robbing the same poor ghost is far greater than robbing a bank.

But since the Italian said so, now as his little brother, it seems that he can't say it if he doesn't go.

It's really not good, just gangsters in the back, waving flags and shouting, cheering.

When the time comes, if the timing is not right, turn around and run.

But this time it was a good opportunity.

Waiting for the police to wipe out these people, he can take the opportunity to grab their territory.

As an experienced bank robber, Eastman has a point.

And the facts have proved that he was right.

Just an hour after Torrio's speech and the gun, the news reached the NYPD.

The new director, Bullock, is in the conference room working on a plan to sweep away the gangs in the lower city.

His uniform didn't actually fit, because the time was too rushed, there was no way to customize, so he had to find a ready-made one for him.

On the wall hangs a map of New York City's Downtown Downtown.

There are arrows in different colors marking the direction of the march, and those who don't know it think that there is a civil war in New York.

"From this, this, and, here, outflanked, do you understand?"

Brock gestured across the map.

The policemen below were confused.

The guys had little formal military training, and naturally they couldn't understand what the new police chief was saying, who was not familiar with him.

Looking at the confused looks of these policemen, Brock was a little panicked.

He was just about to get angry.

However, a police officer walked in through the door and whispered something in Bullock's ear.

Brock listened, his eyes shining brightly.

"Good!"

He slammed the wall, startling several policemen in the front row.

"These bunnies are really bold! I was about to clean them up, and they dared to rob the bank! Brock shouted excitedly.

The officers below looked at each other.

Those gangsters have gone crazy? Do you really dare to rob a bank?

But Brock doesn't care.

He excitedly paced back and forth, rubbing his hands together.

"Shall we talk to Deputy Director Roosevelt? He knows more about the bank. A police officer who didn't seem very smart asked.

Bullock looked up and glared viciously at the short-eyed policeman.

"No, I can do it."

He walks to his office and hangs up the phone with Councillor Cartman.

When he reappeared at the door of the conference room, his mouth was almost behind his head.

"Quick! Remake the plan, I'm going to wipe out these bunnies at Wells Fargo! ”

However, Brock was too excited.

He didn't even realize that Roosevelt's office was right next door to him.

When he called, the door was hidden, and his voice was too loud.

Roosevelt, who was reading the newspaper, couldn't even do if he didn't want to know the news.

He thought about it, put down the newspaper, walked out of the police station, and rode to the border detective agency.

After all, the two sides are not far apart.

In Chen Jianqiu's office, Roosevelt told him the news.

However, Chen Jianqiu sat on the chair, drinking tea and listening to him with a smile.

"Actually, I got the news a long time ago." Chen Jianqiu took a sip of tea and said.

"Oh? When? Roosevelt was a little surprised.

"The last gang meeting in Downtown was the one that blew up the warehouse." Chen Jianqiu said with a smile, "At that time, Torio brought it up. ”

"Don't underestimate the intelligence capabilities of the Border Detective Agency." "We all know what they said at that meeting." ”

Only then did Roosevelt discover that Chen Jianqiu had a stack of reports on his desk.

It seems that he was looking at these things before he came.

"What do you think?" Roosevelt put his hand on the back of his chair and asked Chen Jianqiu's opinion.

"Let's take a look at the report first." Chen Jianqiu took out a stack of papers from the stack of things on the table and handed it to Roosevelt.

The more Roosevelt looked, the more solemn his face became:

"This Italian has a really hard idea."

"If it weren't for the fact that my people found a suspicious person around there, I'm afraid it would have been hard for me to guess." Chen Jianqiu put down the teacup, "Not only is he not a fool, but he is extremely cunning. ”

Meanwhile, in Downtown, in the gloomy cabin where Sheriff Walker had been for the last time before his death.

The Italians, as always, gnawed on the ribs of the cow.

"Boss, you're all set." The gopher walked in and reported to his boss.

Torio wiped his mouth with a tablecloth.

His face was filled with his trademark nervous smile again.

Chen Jianqiu, take a good look, this is how I pay tribute to you!

New York! Let's mess up!

(End of chapter)