America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 322 The pockmarked detective

Pinkerton Detective Agency, America's first private detective agency.

Founded in 1850 by former Scottish criminal, cooper, and Chicago police detective Allan Pinkerton.

During the American Civil War, they formed an organization for President Lincoln's Union Army to collect military intelligence from the southern separatist forces, thus gaining the support and trust of the Union.

After the Civil War, when people began to head towards the vast world of the West, Pinkerton also seized this opportunity.

They took advantage of the weak law enforcement in the west and the inconvenience of law enforcement between states, and began to provide security assistance to the majority of industrial owners.

In addition, many of their agents have outstanding abilities and are very good at penetrating into the enemy.

Therefore, Pinkerton Detective Agency gradually developed and expanded.

They established an intelligence base in Chicago that was quite high-level at the time to provide their branches across the country with the intelligence they needed.

And Harry Rivers, at this time, was holding an analysis report sent from Chicago.

"Do you think Washington doesn't know these things?" Pockmarked said with disdain, "New Mexico is not even a formal member of the federation now!"

The office was filled with smoke, but all the smoke came from Harry's pipe.

Harry thought for a long time and couldn't remember who Pile was.

His image was very sloppy, his hair was messy, and his face was pockmarked and stained, as if he hadn't washed his face for a long time.

"All, all disappeared together with Chief Lynch."

As for this man's face, Harry had just seen it on the information given to him in Chicago.

"One hundred and ninety-eight dollars and forty-four cents, sir."

"White! If you have this attitude every time you attend a meeting, it will be really difficult for me to let you stay here! You may have to go back to Austin."

"Why 'supposedly'?" Harry keenly caught the detective's wording.

No one in the office knew whether he was asleep or not, or in other words, no one noticed him at all.

"Mr. Rivers, someone is looking for you, saying that he was introduced by Chief Pilot and wants to discuss business with you."

Just now, when everyone was still studying information and listening to Harry's "teachings," this man crossed his legs, leaned back in his chair and covered his face with a hat.

Harry Rivers subconsciously held Chen Jianqiu's hand, his face a little confused.

"That's enough! White! Come out with me."

"It was approved by the Republican governor, and the U.S. Army is stationed nearby. The citizens of this state didn't say anything. What's the point of saying it? Who do you think you are? A politician?"

Chen Jianqiu stood up and extended his hand to Harry.

"The wanted warrants in Colorado and Wyoming have been withdrawn a long time ago! Even the files have been processed! The person handling these matters is a veteran at wiping their butts, and there is no trace at all!"

"Then let's just go and arrest him," someone suggested.

"Didn't he even change his name?" Harry took a drag on his pipe.

The pock-marked detective put his hands behind his head and was half-lying on the back of his chair with a cynical look on his face.

But White only left him with a back view and no explanation.

In his office in Santa Fe, he shared this information with the other detectives in the room.

The detective who suggested the arrest began to make amends for himself.

"Oh, Mr. Chen, right, do you have any business with me?" Harry Rivers asked.

"So, may I ask how much money you were robbed of?"

"How dare you impersonate me?!" Harry, no matter how good-tempered he was, couldn't bear it anymore and angrily shouted, "Where did you get my contact card?"

"Chief Lynch is said to have been keeping an eye on this person before he disappeared." A detective said.

A Chinese businessman in a black robe was sitting on the sofa. Behind him stood a woman and several armed cowboys.

"There is no one in Lincolnshire who doesn't say good things about him, at least all the people I have come into contact with; as for Roswell? Do you know how many Chinese there are there? Do you know how many militiamen there are?"

Everyone present took a deep breath.

However, when Harry walked into the drawing room, his blood pressure was even higher.

"This man was wanted in Wyoming and Colorado and had committed some pretty horrific crimes in Denver, which the locals knew about."

Honey still wants to say something.

When he reacted and returned to normal, he found that Chen Jianqiu was observing his face with interest.

"That's best. I can't bear to work with these idiots." Pockmarked White deliberately amplified his voice and told the people in the conference room to listen.

"My bank was robbed. According to the preliminary judgment at the scene, it was the thief Jesse James. I heard that you are very experienced in chasing such people, so I want to hire you to catch this person for me." Chen Jianqiu said.

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He smoked his pipe and said to the pockmarked face in front of him.

His anger was still lingering, his heart was beating very fast, and his face was still red.

"What about those who know?"

"Chen Jianqiu, a Chinese businessman, has become a popular figure in Lincoln County, New Mexico in less than a year."

Harry interrupted the pockmarked detective and took him outside the office door.

"Chinese? Militia? Then we have more reason to accuse them of threatening national security. I think we can inform the federation about this through our connections."

"No changes, exactly the same."

"You guys study first, I'll come back later." Harry said as he stuck his head into the conference room, and then walked toward the reception room with his pipe in his hand.

The speaker was a detective in his thirties.

Another detective pulled out another piece of information and said.

"The Sheriff of Lincoln County, I gave him your contact card when I went there." White turned and left, leaving a message for Harry.

The detective was a little embarrassed and had to answer honestly: "Because when Chief Lynch was in charge of the Western Area, the information and materials were sealed internally and kept secret from the outside. Only he and the people around him knew about it."

"Arrest him? Have you pigs ever been to Lincoln County and Roswell? Have you ever been to Denver?"

The Chinese businessman was looking at him with a smile.

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded from the end of the table.

These detectives sat around a large table, their eyes wandering between the information on the table and their leaders.

Suddenly a clerk came in from the door.

"Hello, Mr. Rivers! My name is Chen Jianqiu, nice to meet you!"

"The Pinkerton Detective Agency is in such a mess right now because of you losers who only talk all day long." He seemed to be getting angrier as he spoke.

Harry Rivers almost choked on the smoke from his pipe.

His first reaction was that he didn't want to take the job, because generally speaking, there shouldn't be much commission for a case with this target amount.

But then I thought about it, this was an opportunity to get close to Chen Jianqiu.

"Okay, let's take the case." Harry took a long drag on his pipe.

(End of chapter)