1850 American Gold Tycoon

1850 American Gold Tycoon Chapter 219: Colt is my God

Every city has its most vulgar places. Google search reading

Like Houston, the most vulgar aspects of New York were the sewage collection ponds next to slaughterhouses and tanneries.

This is where the dirtiest sewage and urban garbage in New York City gather, and it is also a place that all New Yorkers avoid.

If anything, New York's sewage collection ponds are larger and smellier than those in Houston.

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 filled in, 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 wanted his $40,000 back, but didn'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 often dealt with various gambling dens. 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 said with his mouth shut.

"Look at mine."

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

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

"Man, you should know why I invited you here. You should be wise and 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 rhetoric.

"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 about things, 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 on his forehead.

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

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

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

"We will also 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 sewage pond, it will definitely be for these hungry pigs. explain,

It must be a rare delicacy. They will eat all the flesh and blood on your body cleanly, leaving no trace behind. "

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 of stuffing rotten garbage into ditches for murderers.

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 cry until you see the coffin."

Pinkerton took off Hearst's clothes, pulled out a sharp Yinzhou hunting knife, and gently scraped Hester's hairy chest, and then scraped 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 a quick choice.

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Liang Yao, accompanied by Walter, 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 he arrived at the gate of Allison's factory, he 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 carried out 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. The superiors also put pressure on me, demanding that 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 was researching 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 chemistry-related patents.

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

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