America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 295 Li Shiri’s bottom line

Half an hour after the three Wyatts left, Li Shiri appeared at the door of the archives.

He was afraid that others would notice him, so he lowered his head and followed a staff member carrying a bag into the door.

As Li Shiri walked inside, he glanced around with his peripheral vision to see if there were any other Pinkerton detectives in the archives.

Then, his eyes caught the patrol captain who was leading people out.

At this time, the captain was thinking about Wyatt's arrogant look just now, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

He happened to see Li Shiri walking towards him, and at the same time caught a glimpse of the Pinkerton badge on his chest.

"Garbage!" he spat at the Chinese opposite.

Li Shiri tilted his head slightly to avoid the patrol captain's "biochemical attack". He had a sullen face and clenched his hands into fists.

But he still didn't have the courage to punch the patrol captain. He just buried his head deeply again and hurriedly passed by the captain.

The captain failed and felt very unhappy. He was about to step forward and block Li Shiri's way.

It seems that the people at Pinkerton Detective Agency have become suspicious of themselves. If they find out that the identity certificate they provided is false, they will definitely be sent back to the country.

"Then where did you go this morning?" The captain took a puff of cigarette and looked at Li Shiri with his head tilted.

The captain snorted, seemingly not interested in the matter: "Robert's wallet is lost."

"I! Come! Myself!"

There were many agents coming and going in the corridor, but few wanted to see Li Shiri.

"How can I, a dignified Chinese man, be humiliated by a body search? How can you taint my innocence?!" Facing these dozen gun barrels, Li Shiri's voice was like a bell, his words were sonorous and powerful, and his voice echoed in the room.

He rented a front room on this street and usually only put one or two liaison officers here.

Li Shiri turned around and left.

The captain leaned his butt against the table, as if he didn't hear Li Shiri's words.

At that time, no one cared about this place and there were only a few people around.

What Li Shiri finally took out was Robert's lost wallet.

Li Shiri finally couldn't bear it anymore. His face darkened and his voice was cold: "I've worked hard for you, but you actually suspect me of doing such a thing?!"

Li Shiri put his hands in his pockets and walked into the door of the office.

He thought for a moment and decided to answer truthfully: "I went to have a cup of coffee with my junior brother. Yes, you heard it right, it's my junior brother. He is a serious suspect in the arson case at the dock."

Li Shiri was stunned: "I'm not feeling well. Didn't I report it to you in advance?"

To his surprise, his captain and teammates on the same team were all there.

And his teammates were all looking at him with strange eyes.

Instead, he walked directly into the glass door.

Pinkerton's office in San Francisco, located on Jackson Street, was first headed by Lynch, who died in the valley of New Mexico.

And the team members, following their captain, drew their guns one after another.

"Let him go." The captain was more reasonable and asked Robert to let go.

So, he finally chose to say harsh words: "Just wait for me, we'll see!"

Li Shiri had no choice but to take that thing out of his pocket.

After the dock union fire, Pinkerton realized his lack of power in this important West Coast town.

William Pinkerton, the second son of the organization's founder, Alan Pinkerton, moved here and established the Western General Command here.

"Captain, I want to see Mr. Pinkerton. I have an urgent matter with him!"

"They are accessing your information."

They have seen this man's skills, and if they step forward rashly, they may not be able to do well. If they are unlucky, they may lose their arms and legs.

Li Shiri felt something was wrong.

"Whose information are they accessing?"

Li Shiri lowered his head and walked into his team's lounge.

At one time, a dozen gun barrels were pointed at Li Shiri.

"We didn't say anything." Robert, the owner of the wallet, shrugged, "but we all agree that you are the most likely suspect."

The young man looked at the name on his ID, and then at Li Shiri, with a strange expression: "Uh, yes, sir."

Li Shiri stood there awkwardly, hesitating.

"Let me see who dares?" Li Shiri finally got brave enough and roared with astonishing momentum.

"This is what I want to report to Mr. Pinkerton," he added.

The captain noticed something strange in Li Shiri's expression and moved his gun: "Take it out!"

What's even more unbearable is that they were framed in San Francisco some time ago.

The captain's current tone was like he was interrogating a prisoner.

Li Shiri felt as if he was struck by lightning. He glanced at the other team members in the room and took a deep breath: "You won't suspect that I stole it, right?"

But the younger brother on the side reminded him that he had to go back quickly and report the results of the data review to the director.

However, when his hand touched the last item in his pocket, his fingers felt like they were electrocuted.

Everyone's eyes followed that thing and fell on the table.

"Hurry! Take it out, I won't repeat it a second time!" the captain warned, and reset the revolver's hammer with his thumb.

He turned to Li Shiri: "Everyone has gained the stolen goods, what else do you have to say?"

Alan Pinkerton couldn't bear this tone, and he decided to investigate and find out the truth.

He folded his hands on his chest, lit a cigarette for himself, and glanced at Li Shiri: "Why did you go back early last night?"

So now the place is bustling again.

"If you don't mind, can you let us search you?" the captain said.

Although Li Shiri was inexplicably angry at the patrol captain, he had no intention of thinking about this issue.

He sent a large number of employees over.

The few people who were just about to approach were suffocated by his momentum and stopped.

The team members looked left and right, and several people stepped forward, ready to take action.

"Please tell me." Li Shiri quietly handed the blond boy fifty cents and whispered.

If he was repeatedly stared at in the police patrol because of his skin color, then in the Pinkerton Detective Agency he was always looked at with nostrils, and it wasn't just because of his skin color.

Li Shiri had no time to pay attention to the looks of these people, but went straight to his captain:

"I'm just fucking saying..." A curse word popped out of Robert's mouth. He took a step forward and grabbed Li Shiri's collar.

In the eyes of those Pinkerton detectives who put their eyes above their heads, he was of no use other than being able to fight.

"Uh, they..." The young man returned Li Shiri's ID card but hesitated.

The other people present did not speak, but judging from their expressions, Robert's words represented their views.

But Li Shiri, who was in a state of despair, did not even escape.

He decided to make another bet to see if his junior brother could find a way out for him and let the person in charge of Pinkerton turn a blind eye to his deception.

Ten minutes later, he returned to the door of the Pinkerton Detective Agency's San Francisco office.

Li Shiri's face turned ashen.

After Li Shiri showed his ID to the blond young man at the reception, he asked eagerly: "Did any of my colleagues come to check the information just now?"

The captain took out the gun from his waist.

This thing doesn't seem to belong to him.

On the other side of the ocean, there were many more people who wanted to kill him.

Lynch Jr., one of the original "Three Heroes of the West", disappeared, and even his body has not been found; Doby was inexplicably killed by a group of bandits, leaving only the oldest and most experienced Hellman.

He began to dig into his pockets and, under the watchful eyes of everyone in the room, turned the contents inside out one by one.

Change, ID, keys, the unfinished cake in the morning...

Li Shiri remained silent and did not answer.

"Don't worry, I won't hand you over to those stupid policemen in San Francisco." The captain raised his fingers at the Chinese in front of him, "Pinkerton cannot afford to lose this person."

"You put him in a solitary room and stay there." He ordered the two team members beside him, "Lock him up for a few days first, then hand it over to the judge, or we should handle it internally. I will discuss it with the commander."

Two team members held Li Shiri at gunpoint and escorted him into the solitary room.

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