America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Irish Murphy, male, 36 years old, occupation: hard worker and gangster.

His ancestors had a low status in the UK for generations and suffered from poverty and hunger. So in his father's generation, he sold all his family property and crossed the ocean to the United States.

In the United States, their family was still very poor, and old Murphy made a living by working as a coolie in New York, so he gritted his teeth again and joined the ranks of the Westward Expansion Movement.

At that time, gold mines were discovered in Denver, so they settled in Denver.

Unlike other lucky men, old Murphy did not find much gold and instead died in the mountains. His son, due to the lack of a good education since childhood, became a well-known gangster on Denver's Irish Street.

However, in the gangster circle, little Murphy showed his unique talent and quickly became the leader.

At this moment, he was gathering a group of men in the backyard of the metallurgical factory.

"When the congressman gives his speech tomorrow, just follow the shouts. Then, at noon, remember, noon, just like last year, rush into Chinatown together and give those yellow-skinned old men who dare to come back a lesson.

Whatever comes is yours."

The gangsters who had enjoyed the benefits nodded their heads. In what happened last year, they thought they would go in and squat for a while, but instead, the Chinese were arrested and imprisoned for three days. It was called protecting their safety.

After Murphy finished his instructions, he put his hands in his pockets, whistled, and walked out of the metallurgical factory.

All this is familiar to him, and the most important thing is that he will be rich again.

He glanced at the sky and saw that his mistress probably hadn't started receiving customers yet, and he would make her feel better later.

As agreed before, he crossed two streets and returned to the block where he lived.

In the shadows at the corner of the street, he saw the man wearing a dome. When the man saw him, he turned and walked into the alley.

After looking around and seeing no one he knew, he lowered his head, quickened his pace and followed.

The man took him to a secluded place. He took out a bag from his clothes and threw it to Murphy.

"Is everything arranged?" the man asked, taking off his hat and scratching his hair. This man was none other than the Pinkerton detective Daniel Lynch met in the office.

"Everything is OK." Murphy opened the paper bag, looked inside, licked his lips and put his hand in. He touched it and laughed.

Daniel looked at him with disgust, feeling that it was not decent for him to have to deal with such people every day.

But then, he found a gun pressed against his waist, and Murphy's smile turned into horror, because his waist was also pressed against a gun.

"Pah, pah..." A man wearing a cowboy hat clapped his hands and turned out of the alley. His face was hidden under the shadow of the hat brim, but his voice revealed the slightest hint of chill.

"Make a good deal."

Daniel's mind was running rapidly, and he immediately said:

"This is right next to the block. If you shoot, you...well, well."

Before he could finish speaking, a piece of cloth was stuffed into his mouth, a linen bag was put over his head, and he and Murphy were quickly tied into piglets.

Feiniao and Sean carried two wooden boxes in and stuffed the two people inside. Murphy was still struggling, but Chen Jianqiu stepped on him.

After stepping on it twice in succession, there was no more movement in the box.

Sean walked to the alley and signaled Niu San and a few people who were following him to lift the box onto the cart.

"Go to the abandoned warehouse in the suburbs." Chen Jianqiu whispered to Niu San. He, Sean and the others got into the alley again, turned a few turns, and ran out from the other side of the alley, avoiding the crowd.

Chen Jianqiu and the others discovered this warehouse when they returned from the University of Denver yesterday. It was not far from the railway. It was abandoned for unknown reasons. It was empty inside, with only mottled walls and a rusty roof.

After a while, Niu San and their cart also arrived.

"Uncle Niu, please go back to the village after you move the things to the warehouse. You must be careful about the next thing until I notify you." Chen Jianqiu warned.

Sean and Feiniao took out a vise and a wrench from the pallet truck, and moved the box into the warehouse with Niu San and the others.

Niu San took He Hongsheng and the others and drove away on a cart.

Chen Jianqiu dragged the Irishman directly out of the box and tied him to a pillar in the warehouse. Daniel, on the other hand, was tied to another pillar, opposite the Irishman.

He pulled the linen bag off Daniel's head.

At this time, Daniel showed the quality of a Pinkerton detective. He did not struggle, but calmly looked at the three people in front of him.

"Are you following us all this time?" Sean took out the cloth from his mouth and asked.

But the response to him was silence.

"If my colleagues can't find me, they will notify the police soon, and they will find me here soon. What's more, the mounted police are still in Denver."

Daniel said calmly.

"Did you do what happened last year?" Sean knew what his boss wanted to ask.

Daniel still didn't answer.

Feiniao picked up the vise on the ground and was about to give the man in front of him some harsh blows, but Daniel glanced at it and smiled contemptuously: "I can use this thing more easily than you. Extorting a confession is a required course for us."

Chen Jianqiu has not spoken until now, and he just looks at Daniel quietly.

He suddenly pulled out his dagger and stabbed the Irishman next to him in the heart.

Accurate and ruthless.

The Irishman's mouth was gagged with cloth, and he didn't even make a sound, but his body was twisting wildly, and blood flowed from the wound on his chest, spreading all over the floor.

Chen Jianqiu ripped open the linen bag on his head. The Irishman's expression before his death was extremely horrified.

Then he suddenly bullied himself in front of Daniel, pulled his hair and asked sternly: "Is it you?! Tell me! Is it you?!"

"It's not me! It's not me! It's not me who is following you!" Daniel was frightened out of his wits, and his calmness was replaced by fear.

Kill as soon as you say it. The Irishman died without saying a word. I'm afraid it will be his turn next. This man is really a murderous devil.

"Did you instigate what happened last year?! Really?!"

"It wasn't me, it wasn't me. It was the Irish who organized and killed people, and it was Edwin who gave the instructions."

"Who is Edwin? Tell me!"

"I'm a member of the Denver Congress. I just help him find people and collect money to do things!" Daniel began to tremble all over because he had already seen Chen Jianqiu's bloody dagger reaching towards his neck.

"Where does he live?" Chen Jianqiu looked directly into Daniel's eyes, as if there were knives in his eyes that could kill people.

"The big white house at No. 32 Tennyson Street on the west side of the city."

Chen Jianqiu took the dagger off his neck and wiped the blood on his suit.

The man regained his composure, a kind of chilling composure.

"You can watch him here until tomorrow morning. In the early hours of the morning, take the body of the Irishman to the west of the city and wait for me."

"What about this guy?"

"Tie him here." Chen Jianqiu slapped Daniel's bloodless face with a dagger, "If your colleague is lucky enough to find you, please give me a message. It's best to keep a distance from us and don't act rashly. This time, chant sutras. Next time, It’s time to transcend.”

After saying that, Chen Jianqiu reincarnated and walked towards the bright warehouse door, submerging himself into the bright sunshine.