1850 American Gold Baron

Chapter 222 Colt is my God

Every city has its most vulgar places.

Like Houston, the most vulgar places in New York are the sewage collection ponds next to slaughterhouses and tanneries.

The dirtiest sewage and urban garbage in New York City are gathered here, and it is also a place that all New Yorkers avoid.

If there is any difference from Houston's sewage ponds, New York's sewage collection ponds are larger and smellier.

As early as 1802, New York's sewage collection pond not far from City Hall had been filled in, but sewage collection ponds inevitably appeared in places with slaughterhouses and tanneries.

The old sewage collection tanks were landfilled, and new sewage collection tanks soon appeared.

"Pinkerton, are you sure you want to do this? The person in charge of this casino is not an ordinary person. He has a close relationship with the New York City congressman."

Under the cover of night, Coney said with concern as he watched Pinkerton's detectives throw the captured gang members and casino owners with their hands tied next to the sewage collection tank.

He wants his $40,000 back, but doesn't want to get into too much trouble.

"If you are also an ordinary person, I'm afraid it will be difficult to resolve this matter properly."

Pinkerton put his hands on his hips, chewing tobacco leaves, and said to Coney.

"He is not an ordinary person, and you are not an ordinary person either. Don't worry, I used to be a police officer and I know where the legal bottom line is in the United States.

I also know these people very well. When I was a police officer in Chicago, I had lots of dealings with various gambling dens, and I know these people very well.

If you want to recover the $40,000 that was robbed, this is the fastest way!"

"I'll believe you for once." Kony pouted and said.

"Look at mine."

Pinkerton spit the shredded tobacco leaves he was chewing into the sewage collection tank.

He walked up to Hester, the casino manager, and patted the Colt revolver on his waist.

"Man, you should know why I invited you here. You should have the sense to take out Mr. Kony's $50,000 as soon as possible."

"Where is the $50,000! It's obviously only $40,000. Did you remember it wrong?!" Hearst, who was bruised and bruised, hurriedly corrected him.

"Oh? So you admit that you took back Mr. Coney's $50,000?" Pinkerton stared at Hester with some amusement.

"No! No! After Mr. Coney won the bet, we readily gave Mr. Coney the $40,000 he won on the spot!" Hester's eyes rolled rapidly, and he had already thought about it on the way.

Good words.

"Sir, I see that you are a foreigner. I have to remind you that my brother-in-law is a New York City congressman. If you let me go, I will pretend that nothing happened tonight. I promise to God!"

"One, two, three, four, five, six, if God existed, he would not accept the guarantee from someone like you."

Pinkerton took out the revolver from the holster at his waist, opened the cylinder, and counted the bullets in the cylinder.

"Fuck God, the Colt in my hand is my God."

"Sir, what are you doing? Let's talk things over, there's no need to use guns. Oh, my God, do you damn country barbarians only use guns to solve problems?"

Sturt felt a chill on his forehead, and Pinkerton had already put the muzzle of the gun against his forehead.

With his heart in his throat, Hester cursed Pinkerton, that damn country barbarian.

"Of course not, I was just joking with you Mr. Hester."

Pinkerton put away the gun in his hand, smiled very kindly at Hester, pointed at the pigs on the edge of the sewage collection tank that were eating fish, animal offal, and various garbage, and said to Hester.

"We will still use knives to solve problems. Have you seen these hungry pigs? These pigs will eat everything. If I cut you into pieces with a knife and throw you into this cesspool, it will definitely be a big deal for these hungry pigs.

Said, it must be a rare delicacy, they will eat all the flesh and blood on your body cleanly, leaving no trace."

Pigs are the best scavengers, they eat everything, and they are very smart, smarter than dogs, and can go home on their own. Pigs also have a good habit for murderers, which is to stuff rotten garbage into

In the ditch.

The pigs next to the sewage collection tank are raised by surrounding residents.

Hester glanced at the pigs. One of them was chewing the intestines of an unknown animal with relish.

The pig's eyes seemed to be staring at him, and Hester trembled with fear.

Pinkerton spoke in a very calm tone, as if he was describing a very ordinary thing.

Hester lowered his head and glanced at the sturdy Western man from the corner of his eye, thinking that this guy must have done something like this before, otherwise he wouldn't be so serious about what he said.

"I swear to God, Mr. Kony's $40,000 is really none of my business. It must have been done by gang members! I hope you can find out and don't misunderstand good people!"

Hester still insisted that his life was important, but $40,000 was not a small amount.

"It seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin."

Pinkerton took off Hearst's clothes, pulled out a sharp Illinois hunting knife, and gently scraped Hester's hairy chest, scraping off a bunch of chest hair.

Pinkerton gently blew the chest hair remaining on the blade onto Hester's face.

“Life or dollars?”

Pinkerton said impatiently.

"I'm not a particularly patient person."

"It's fatal! It's fatal!"

Hester made his choice quickly.

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Accompanied by Walter, Liang Yao went to Allison's factory to visit Allison and Noble, who was interning with Allison.

Nobel was a very talented person. In 1850, at the age of 17, Nobel obtained the qualification of an engineer and went to study in the United States to continue learning chemistry.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of Allison's factory, I saw three policemen standing at the gate of the factory, cowering.

"Sir, what happened here?"

Liang Yao asked the policeman standing at the door.

"We have received complaints from nearby residents that dangerous explosive experiments are being conducted in this factory."

"It seems this is not the first time you have received such a complaint." Liang Yao said, looking at these cowering police officers.

"Yes, we are in a dilemma too." A policeman showed a very helpless expression, "The owner of the factory, Mr. Allison, has legal procedures, and the surrounding residents also have their own reasonable demands. My superiors also put pressure on me, demanding that I must

Give the residents an explanation."

"It's really difficult."

As soon as Liang Yao finished speaking, there was a huge explosion in the factory, and Liang Yao subconsciously covered his ears.

Gunpowder was also used in California to blast mountains to open up mines and create roads for railroads, but the power of black powder during this period was not satisfactory.

Although Liang Yao didn't know much about explosives, the explosions coming from the factory were obviously different from the explosions he had heard in California before.

"Walter, do you want them to stop their experiments for a while?"

Feeling the shock caused by the explosion, Liang Yao also felt guilty.

He knew that the Nobel family all studied explosives. As for Nobel's current mentor, Allison, he was also a well-known explosives expert in the United States and held more than a dozen patents related to chemistry.

Allison was famous not only in the United States, but also in Europe. Otherwise, Nobel would not have traveled all the way across the Atlantic to study with Allison in the United States.

(End of chapter)