America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Evening, 7 o'clock, Dream Traveler Hotel, San Francisco.

"Boom, boom"

Sean stood at the door of Chen Jianqiu's room, looked at the corridors to the left and right, and then knocked gently on the door.

The door was opened a crack, and Chen Jianqiu's face appeared in the crack:

"Come in." He opened the door a little.

Sean squeezed in sideways.

Apart from him, the rest of the team had already arrived, either standing or sitting in chairs.

The lighting in the room was not very bright, but it was basically enough. A kerosene lamp was placed on the table, illuminating everything in the room.

On Chen Jianqiu's bed, there is a large map of San Francisco spread out.

"Everyone is here, let's discuss a plan of action." Chen Jianqiu closed the door.

Their plan this time is to burn all Chinese-related immigration information in San Francisco, and according to Dylan, all of this information is now stored in the San Francisco archives.

Sean and Hanif have known about this plan for a long time,

During the trip to San Francisco, Chen Jianqiu also communicated with the two new members.

To Chen Jianqiu's surprise, the two of them raised their hands in agreement.

"Adam and I are close friends, and his apprentice is my apprentice. Although you are better than me now, I have nothing to teach you," Holiday said.

He is born to be a lord who fears chaos in the world, and he and Chen Jianqiu are even more on the same wavelength.

"I just want to watch them burn!" Wyatt's answer was much shorter.

The police chief and Chen Jianqiu were completely different people when they first met. Now he is full of disdain for American law and authority.

"I think there are still some loopholes in this plan." Wyatt touched his chin, thought for a moment, and put forward his own opinion.

"Oh?" Everyone's heads turned, wanting to hear his opinion.

"If you only burn the immigration documents of the Chinese, it will easily arouse suspicion." He said, "So, I suggest burning them all, including the birth certificates of other citizens of San Francisco!"

"Hiss~" Chen Jianqiu glanced at the police chief in front of him.

It seems that his status as police chief for the past ten years or so has suppressed the wild nature in his heart too much.

Yes, it’s already burned, so just burn more.

"So, we need to get the architectural drawings of the archives now." Sean thought for a while.

"You idiot, of course, drawings of municipal buildings like this are usually kept in archives." Hanif rolled his eyes at the black man, "Can you have some common sense?"

Sean stuck out his tongue.

"Let's check out some places first." Chen Jianqiu said, "Go in and have a look, and you'll know."

"But the place we are going to is not open to the public, right?" Sean was a little confused, "How about I go there tonight?"

"Yes, I think even if we can visit outside, the place where the data is kept will not let us in." Hanif rarely agreed with Sean.

"If you are a Pinkerton detective, that's not necessarily the case." Chen Jianqiu took out several more Pinkerton metal signs from his arms.

"How much of this thing have you saved?" Hanif scratched his head.

"I have as many as they died last time." Chen Jianqiu handed several metal tags to them, "We still need a few documents."

"You won't let me steal it, will you?" Sean's eyes widened, "Although I admit that my skills are not bad, it's still a bit difficult to steal five books at once."

"Just stealing one copy is enough." Chen Jianqiu pointed to a location on the map, "Pinkerton's liaison office is here. They should have increased their number of people stationed in San Francisco recently. You should be able to find them nearby."

Then, he turned to Hanif: "Go get some clothes. You should know how those Pinkertons like to dress up."

"You go get kerosene and study the retreat route." He assigned Wyatt and Holiday their respective tasks.

After everyone stayed in Chen Jianqiu's room for a while, they went about their own business.

About two hours later, Sean came back. He mysteriously took out a wallet from his arms and handed it to Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu opened it and saw some change inside, as well as Agent Pinkerton's ID.

Sean lived up to expectations and got the thing.

"You are indeed my dear friend." Chen Jianqiu did not hesitate to praise him at all.

He changed into a cloth, put on a hat, and walked out of the hotel.

Chen Jianqiu did not ride a horse, but turned along the narrow alley to the vicinity of the pier.

At this time, the night was shrouded and there was also fog. On the road near the pier, there were only a few gas lamps shining in the fog.

Chen Jianqiu looked around.

There were no pedestrians on the street, and those who had been watching during the day had also disappeared.

He lowered the brim of his hat, lowered his head and quickly crossed the road and arrived at Huang Qingyun's residence near the Chinese Mutual Aid Society.

Chen Jianqiu gently knocked on the door panel.

There was no movement in the house.

He took a few more shots.

There were some noises and footsteps coming from inside. Through the gap under the door, you could vaguely see some light gradually changing from dark to bright. It should be that someone in the room was approaching the door with a lamp or candle.

"Who is it?" Huang Qingyun's voice came from the other side of the door, low and alert.

"I, Chen Jianqiu."

There was another sound, and the bolt on the back of the door was moved.

Huang Qingyun opened the door. He held a kerosene lamp in his left hand and a revolver in his waist. It seemed that he had just held this gun in his hand.

He first turned sideways to let Chen Jianqiu in, then stuck his head out of the door, looked around to make sure no one was following him, and then closed the door.

"Young Master, why are you here?" Huang Qingyun led Chen Jianqiu into the back room, "This place is being watched by Detective Pinkerton."

The house is small, has a lot of stuff, and almost no place to stay.

Huang Qingyun gave up the only stool to Chen Jianqiu and sat on the bed.

"You also know Detective Pinkerton?" Chen Jianqiu felt that the matter was not simple. Could it be that these guys had already caused trouble for Huang Qingyun first?

"Oh, how could I not know?" Huang Qingyun sighed, with a look of resentment under the dim light of the kerosene lamp.

"Your senior brother is now a Pinkerton detective!"

Chen Jianqiu narrowed his eyes.

This is quite like their style.

He had seen black people, Mexicans, and even Indians at the Pinkerton Detective Agency.

As long as they can work hard for them, Pinkerton Detective Agency doesn't mind taking them under their wing, but it's hard to say what will happen to them after they join.

Huang Qingyun slapped his thigh: "I finally recognized him. He worked for the foreigners in the police station before. I thought he was willing to endure hardships to protect his compatriots. Who knows, now that I have voted for Pinkerton, I can see his true nature."

true colors."

"On the surface he didn't dare to do anything to me, but secretly he had already attacked the children in the mutual aid club." Huang Qingyun bit his lip so hard that it almost bled.

"Several people have disappeared. My men said they were with Li Shiri before they disappeared."

"My men and I went to him with guns to ask for someone, but he refused to admit it. We were just about to kill him, but Pinkerton's detectives arrived and said that Li Shiri was one of them."

"I understand." Chen Jianqiu's face turned cold.

"By the way, young master, what do you want to do when you come to San Francisco this time?" Huang Qingyun regained his mood and asked.

"There is something important that I will tell you when I have time."

Chen Jianqiu took out the Pinkerton detective's identity card that Sean had obtained and handed it to Huang Qingyun.

"There is something more important now. I need a master in forging certificates. You are familiar with this place. You need someone reliable. It is best to be one of our own."

Huang Qingyun glanced at the certificate by the light of the kerosene lamp, and smiled: "Young Master, you really did the right thing to ask me about this matter."

"I do have a master of forgery here, but this person's temper is a little weird."