The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 110 It was done by the people of Hong Shun Tang
In Chinatown, Jixiang stood beside the carriage, looked around, and then asked:

"Where's Hikaru?"

"I don't know. I saw him last night, and then I don't know where he went!" A thug next to him shrugged.

"Apart from the brothel, there's a casino. I guess they're still sleeping!" said another henchman.

After all, it's only morning now. How can they get up in the morning when they are in the gang?

"Forget it, don't worry about him! Let's go!" Jixiang cursed, and the group left Chinatown in two carriages and headed along Montgomery Street.

After walking just over a kilometer, we stopped in front of a church.

This is Jewish territory.

Jixiang got out of the car and smoked a cigarette. A moment later, the door of the church opened and some well-dressed Jews left.

One of the young men, wearing a bowler hat, walked up to Jixiang and said, "Follow me!"

Jixiang and his men followed the young man to the lawn behind the church, where a well-dressed middle-aged man wearing a top hat was smoking a cigar and talking to someone.

"Mr. Jamie Mays!" Jixiang greeted him respectfully.

This Jewish gang is called the Jamie Mays Gang.

Although the Jews, like the Chinese, are restricted to living in fixed areas, their strength and influence are much greater than that of the Chinese.

"I like people who are on time!" Jamie Mays smiled, and then ordered his men: "Take them over!"

Then he continued talking to the person next to him.

These Chinese people just bought some small things from him and were not worthy of his attention.

However, some of the things these Chinese people know do make him concerned.

Channels and markets for opium.

That's why he trades with these Chinese.

After a while, Jixiang was taken to the next room, which contained many wooden boxes.

"Here's what you want!" The young man leading the way patted the box casually, then picked up a crowbar from the corner and handed it to the henchman behind Jixiang.

The thugs pried open the box and saw a bunch of revolvers placed in the straw inside.

There were three boxes full of pistols, fifty in total.

In addition, there were two boxes of bullets.

Jixiang picked up a few and checked them, then nodded and said, "No problem!"

The Jewish youth next to him laughed sarcastically. This thing was not a contraband. Only these Chinese guys would make such a big fuss about it.

A moment later, Jixiang and others brought the revolvers and bullets back to Hongshun Hall.

After reading it, Ah Bao ordered the guns to be distributed, and sneered murderously:
"Let's do it tonight and kill Xin Ningzi! I haven't liked him for a long time!"

"Doesn't he like to use guns? Now let's see who has more guns!"

Including this batch of guns, Hong Shun Tang now has eighty guns, which is more than the number of Xinningzi!

As for the rule set by Hong Shun Tang before: guns are not allowed to be used between members of the hall, A Bao had long forgotten it.

Rules are meant to be broken.

After we kill Xin Ningzai, we’ll set new rules when Mr. Quan comes back!

……

When Michael saw the can that Rong Jiacai handed over, he drank it all without saying a word.

He felt better today; it seemed those Chinese herbs were really useful.

This made him feel a lot better.

After returning to the police station, Michael found one of his men and gave him a few instructions, then went to find Sheriff Evans.

"Sheriff, we found the trace of that carriage!"

"Really? This is good news!" Evans was delighted when he heard the news. He immediately stood up, put on his coat, and took his hat off the hanger.

"Where? Take me there!"

"Out of town!" Michael had prepared a lot of words, but now it seems that they are useless.

"How did you find out?" Evans asked as he walked.

"I think if it has appeared, there must be traces left. Yesterday I asked someone to visit again, and finally found the trace of the carriage!"

"Well done!" Evans laughed.

Michael shrugged. Evans wasn't a bad guy. But... he was too arrogant.

A moment later, Evans and several agents came out of the city.

"The wheel marks stopped here, and there are footprints and dragging marks all the way to the woods ahead." Michael pointed to the wheel marks on the ground.

Chen Zhengwei and his companions had indeed been here that day, and the traces were left behind at that time.

After taking a look, Evans didn't think there was anything wrong, so he led his men to dismount and go into the woods.

However, not long after entering the woods, he saw a Chinese youth in hunting clothes sitting on a wooden stake.

His arms were draped over his legs, and in his hands he held a gun, the muzzle of which was pointed toward the ground.

Seeing this scene, Evans immediately realized that something was wrong and quickly reached for his gun.

boom!
Chen Zhengwei raised his hand and shot him in the chest, and several young men stood up from the bushes nearby and shot the agents brought by Evans to death.

Chen Zhengwei supported his knees with his hands, stood up and walked to Evans, looked down at him, and then stretched out a hand.

Evans was foaming at the mouth; the bullet had hit his lungs.

"So... it's you... cough..." Evans looked at the face, especially the eyes, and suddenly recognized the other person.

His eyes were full of confusion and anger.

Since the other party is here, it means that he also killed Congressman Davis.

But I clearly didn't doubt him, why did he want to kill me?

Then, looking at Chen Zhengwei's outstretched hand, a flash of lightning flashed through Evans' mind.

That day in the casino, the young man also extended his hand...but I ignored him.

Is it because of this reason?
Evans' eyes widened in surprise.

"Since you don't want to be my friend, then you can only die!" Chen Zhengwei sneered.

"After all, my friend Michael needs a promotion... Someone has to make room! How can he take over if you don't die?"

"Chen, you make me feel embarrassed by saying that!" Michael came out from behind the tree and complained.

Chen Zhengwei's words condemned his conscience.

"Do you know how to get promoted quickly? Your boss is dead! How can you get promoted if your boss isn't dead?" Chen Zhengwei laughed and walked over to pat Michael on the shoulder, then turned around and shot Evans in the head.

"Michael, you have to take another shot!" Chen Zhengwei said to Michael, and then fired another shot near the previous wound on Michael.

"Fuck! Damn it!" Michael covered his shoulder and almost fainted from the pain.

"A hero shouldn't scream so miserably!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

"I'm not a hero!"

"Now it is! My friend, you are a true hero!" Chen Zhengwei turned around and said to his men with a smile: "Drag those people out."

Then several people from Hong Shun Tang were dragged out and struggled hard, but to no avail.

Chen Zhengwei picked up Evans' gun, raised his hand and killed the two men, then took out a handkerchief to wipe the fingerprints and put it back in Evans' hand.

Michael pulled out a gun and shot several others to death.

Afterwards, Chen Zhengwei had people untie the cloth strips wrapped around the people from Hong Shun Tang, so that they would be wrapped like mummies and no traces would be left.

He then directed others to clean up the scene, put those people in position, and continued firing at the surroundings, leaving bullet holes all over the trees.

Michael also took this opportunity to return to the Investigation Bureau and fell directly at the door.

"Officer!" After seeing Michael, the police officers coming in and out of the Justice Bureau ran over to check.

"Outside the city, we were attacked while investigating..."

"It was done by the people from Hong Shun Tang..." Michael's face was pale. He was not pretending, it was real.

He was already injured and had a low fever, and now he was shot again.

He nearly fainted on the way.

Then all the personnel in the entire investigation bureau were mobilized, especially the agents under Evans, who rushed to the woods outside the city.

Then I saw the scene of the gunfight.

Several of Evans' agents were killed on the spot. After being shot once, Evans killed two more people and was finally shot in the head and died on the spot.

Michael killed three of the other men despite being injured, but was shot again.

Then he rode back to the police station.

(End of this chapter)