America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 290 We are looking for Chen Changluo. What does it have to do with Chen Jianqiu?

The murderer had no intention of running away, so he stood under a tree outside the yard, holding a gun in his hand, aiming at the Pulitzer ground and preparing to continue shooting.

Chen Jianqiu stood up, picked up the chair he was sitting on and threw it over.

Before the murderer could fire a second shot, he was knocked to the ground by a chair.

Chen Jianqiu crossed the low yard fence, strode up to the murderer, took out the rope from his pocket, and tied the murderer tightly.

Pulitzer himself was stunned by what happened in front of him.

It wasn't the shooting itself.

As a veteran who had experienced the Civil War, he was not afraid of bullets, but was amazed by Chen Jianqiu's skill.

He rescued him, threw the chair, and tied up the murderer, all in one go, more swiftly than any policeman he knew.

Is it really that silky smooth?

Before he could recover, he only heard a "plop".

The murderer was thrown back into the yard.

This man was dressed very gentlemanly. He didn't look like a desperate thug at all, let alone a professional killer.

Except that his first shot was somewhat accurate, his subsequent response was extremely bad.

"Pulitzer, you bastard! I'm going to kill you!" He lay on the ground struggling, "You insulted my reputation and destroyed me!"

"It seems that you have a lot of enemies." Chen Jianqiu patted the dust on his hands and said, "You call the police. I'll leave first."

He was about to leave Pulitzer's yard when he saw a group of people running towards him with guns in hand.

Two of them were wearing black coats, and the badges on their chests looked familiar to Chen Jianqiu.

"Mr. Pulitzer! Mr. Pulitzer! We heard gunshots! What happened?" A man wearing a patrolman's hat stepped over the low fence and jumped in.

He was so panicked that he tripped while jumping over the fence and staggered to Pulitzer.

The patrol captain adjusted his tilted hat, blinked his eyes, looked at the tied murderer on the ground, and considered his words again and again, not knowing what to say.

"I was shot just now! In my yard!" Pulitzer suddenly became furious when he saw the embarrassed patrolman in front of him and shouted at him.

"A man, holding a gun, shot at me outside my yard in broad daylight! You didn't find him suspicious during patrol?" Pulitzer arranged his clothes.

"In a place like this, the safety of citizens cannot be guaranteed! Our taxpayers' money is wasted in vain? If it weren't for this gentleman, I'm afraid I would be dead!" He pointed to Chen Jianqiu beside him.

The patrol captain's sweat dripped from his forehead.

This place is a wealthy area, and the people who live there are either rich or expensive. The San Francisco police arranged a large number of police officers to patrol the surrounding areas, and the Pinkerton Detective Agency also sent two people to assist.

If something goes wrong, I might lose my job.

What's more, the person in front of me is still a newspaper owner, so he may not know how to criticize his own incompetence.

"Mr. Pulitzer, we are very sorry that you were shot. However, I remember reminding you that it is best for people like you not to stay outside without protection.

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The Pinkerton detective who came with him spoke.

"After all, San Francisco is not very safe during this period. Since the last time the dock caught fire, the workers have not been very peaceful." He stared at Pulitzer and sniffed his nose, "What's more, you

Offended a lot of people!"

Pulitzer snorted: "As an American citizen, don't you even have the freedom to stay in your own yard and bask in the sun? As for those workers, why should I be afraid of them! I'm just telling the truth for the civilians!"

The Pinkerton detective didn't want to get entangled with the newspaper tycoon in front of him, and instead went to interrogate the man lying on the ground who attacked Pulitzer.

The interrogation went smoothly.

That person had no intention of hiding his identity.

He is a lawyer who is very dissatisfied with Pulitzer's newspaper's attack on one of his defenses, saying that he committed perjury.

The fact is, he did commit perjury.

This brought him into disrepute.

If a lawyer loses his reputation, the blow is devastating.

In desperation, evil grew out of courage, which led to this attack.

Everything seemed to be resolved satisfactorily.

Detective Pinkerton turned to Chen Jianqiu: "Sir, thank you for your intervention in saving Mr. Pulitzer from harm."

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." Chen Jianqiu didn't plan to have too much dealings with these Pinkerton detectives.

This is mainly for their safety.

After all, there are at least dozens of Pinkerton detectives killed by Chen Jianqiu alone.

"Chen, uh, I'm sorry about the statue." Pulitzer walked up to Chen Jianqiu and said to him, "I know it's difficult for you and your people. I take back the words and prejudices I just said.

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"You saved my life. If you need my help with anything, come to New York and see me," Pulitzer said.

Chen Jianqiu nodded, put on his hat, turned and left Pulitzer's house.

"By the way, what was the name of the gentleman just now?" the detective asked Pulitzer when he saw Chen Jianqiu leaving.

"His name is Chen Jianqiu." Pulitzer replied.

The two Pinkerton detectives winked at each other, found an excuse, and left Pulitzer's house.

"What was the name of the suspect whom the person named Li mentioned earlier?"

Under the tree at the door of the house, a Pinkerton detective took out a cigarette and handed it to his colleague.

"It seems his name is Li Changluo." My colleague searched for a match in his clothes for a long time, but couldn't find any matches. "Do you have a fire? Lend me a fire!"

"But that person's name is Chen Jianqiu." Detective Pinkerton, who handed the cigarette, struck the match absentmindedly but never lit it.

"Then it's not just one person, it's a group of people who are nervous all day long." The colleague glanced at him, snatched the match from his hand, and lit a cigarette for himself.

Chen Jianqiu, who was already on his way back to the city, did not let Hei Luobo slow down.

He originally planned to kill the two Pinkerton detectives, but it was difficult to do so at Pulitzer's house, and the two men didn't seem to follow him.

Detective Pinkerton appeared in San Francisco, and he had expected it.

The last incident had spilled dirty water on them, and based on his understanding of Pinkerton, these people would never let it go.

As long as it takes its hands off the strike movement, Pinkerton Detective Agency will probably find itself in trouble soon.

As he thought about it, there were gradually more buildings around him, and he returned to the city of San Francisco.

Chen Jianqiu identified the direction and planned to carry out his second task today - to find Huang Qingyun.

So, he rode Black Carrot and headed towards the dock.

But when he arrived near the "Chinese Workers' Mutual Aid Association", he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Originally, this wharf was mainly populated by Chinese workers, but now, for some reason, there are some strange people.

They were wearing workers' clothes, but they were not skilled in the movements of their hands. Some of them just wore hats and leaned against the wall, smoking idly.

They would all look towards the courtyard of the Chinese Workers Mutual Aid Association from time to time.

It seems that Huang Qingyun has also been targeted.

Chen Jianqiu glanced at the pier from a distance, then turned his horse's head and headed towards the hotel.

If you can't come during the day, then come back at night.

(End of chapter)