The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 148 The Law is Our Weapon and Amulet
"Brother Wei, just let him go like this? Will he do anything tricky?" Rong Jiacai asked after George Walsh was sent away.

"It would be best if he behaves honestly. Even if he doesn't behave honestly, he won't have a chance to go to court!" Chen Zhengwei patted Rong Jiacai on the shoulder:

"You have to understand how the American judicial process works."

Chen Zhengwei's smile was somewhat sarcastic:

"How can you do business if you don't understand the law? Scholar, you must remember that the law protects the rich and powerful. Violence is only a means. The law is our weapon and amulet!"

"Of course, if it's like what you did before, people can just put a random accusation on you and send you to jail!"

After saying this, Chen Zhengwei turned around and went upstairs.

Yu Chong and others sent George Walsh home very smoothly. They were sent directly to George Walsh's home and met his wife and a child.

Mrs. Walsh was shocked when she saw her bruised husband and was in a panic.

"Mr. George was already like this when we saw him! Now that he has been delivered, we'll take our leave!" Yu Chong said goodbye politely, looked deeply at George Walsh, and then left.

As soon as the door closed, George Walsh's face was filled with anger. The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became. He had never been treated like this before.

He wanted to call the police, but when he thought of Chen Zhengwei's fearless attitude and brutal methods, he felt afraid from the bottom of his heart.

"Honey, are you okay? What happened?" Mrs. Walsh saw the change in George Walsh's expression and held his hand and asked with concern.

"It's okay, I just fell..." Walsh gritted his teeth when he saw his wife and the child in the arms of the maid next to him.

Now is not the time for revenge. If the Bureau of Investigation doesn't catch them all, they will definitely take revenge on themselves.

I have to wait for an opportunity...

……

"Brother Wei, people from Greater Poland are coming!" Hearing the noise outside, Chen Zhengwei put down his wine glass, got up and went downstairs.

"Mr. Chen!" Several Poles were standing in the casino, with more than a dozen large packages in the hall.

The leader was limping. He was Frank, the deputy of Greater Poland.

"Open it and take a look!" Chen Zhengwei raised his chin, and the Poles immediately opened the package, only to see revolvers and boxes of bullets inside.

They bought these at sporting goods stores and grocery stores scattered throughout San Francisco neighborhoods.

Chen Zhengwei picked up a revolver and played with it to make sure there was no problem.

"How many are these?"

"One hundred revolvers and 23,500 rounds of bullets. We almost ran across half of San Francisco..." Frank is much more honest now.

"Go buy some bullets in a few days!" Chen Zhengwei ordered, and then asked someone to give him 700 yuan.

A revolver cost 3 cents, and a bullet cost only one cent. The rest of the money was considered their errand fee.

After Frank and his men left, Chen Zhengwei said to Rong Jiacai, "Find some reliable men, distribute these guns, and let them take turns to go out of the city to practice with their guns. If they don't practice their gun skills well, this thing is no better than a firewood stick!"

At least a fire stick can be used to hit people.

……

On Taylor Street, Michael led his men into a bar and saw several people whispering in the corner.

"Catch them!" Michael said directly to the people around him.

More than a dozen agents rushed forward, pressed the men in the corner against the wall, and put guns directly on their backs.

"Why are you arresting us?" the Germans asked angrily.

Yesterday their people suffered heavy casualties in Chinatown, even Martin Behrens died in Chinatown.

They were discussing how to retaliate, but unexpectedly these agents rushed over and arrested them.

"According to the investigation, you are related to the explosion and attack that occurred in Chinatown yesterday. Go and tell the judge if you have anything to say!" Michael sneered.

When they heard this, they became even angrier and started cursing:
"Shit, did you take money from the Chinaman?"

It was clearly them who were killed in the bombing and wounding of dozens of people yesterday, yet these agents actually came to arrest them?
One person tried to turn around, but someone pressed the back of his head against the wall and said, "Stand still, or I'll shoot!"

The agent behind him warned coldly.

The Germans almost gnashed their teeth and kept yelling, and were soon tied up with ropes. Michael continued to sweep the streets with his men.

In one afternoon, more than twenty of the remaining forty-odd members of Martin Behrens' gang were arrested.

After the rest of the people got the news, they could only hide and curse like rats in the gutter.

In the evening, Michael came to the casino again.

"Chen, you should have told me about it in advance. If those people go to court, you will be in trouble too." Michael warned. He learned what happened last night from the Germans.

He and Chen Zhengwei are now tied to the same thread. If Chen Zhengwei is in trouble, it means he is in trouble.

"Find a few separate rooms to lock them up, and then let my people go in. Then we can say they committed suicide in prison!" Chen Zhengwei said nonchalantly.

"That's more than twenty people... and there are no empty cells now. The cells are all full, and the prisoners inside are all related to you!" Michael became even angrier when he mentioned this.

Almost 99% of the prisoners in the cell now are related to Chen Zhengwei, and they are too lazy to catch even the petty thieves.

There is really no place to detain him.

"Then let them out in a few days!" Chen Zhengwei said with a turn of his eyes:
"I'll arrange for someone to kill them on the way, and I'll arrange for witnesses to prove that it was the Italians who did it!"

Chen Zhengwei suddenly began to like Italians.

"Can't you have some gentle thoughts in your mind?" Michael complained. He felt that he had been complaining more and more recently, like a nagging housewife.

But what if he doesn't complain?

"This is the simplest and most effective way!" Chen Zhengwei raised his glass and shook it towards Michael, then took a sip.

"If we work together, we can solve most of the problems! And we can both get what we want."

"Michael, what do you think of the title of Mr. Director? I think it suits you very well!"

"I've only been promoted to sheriff for a month!" Michael said first, then laughed:

"I think it's good too!"

The position of investigation director is somewhat troublesome, but the deputy director is much easier.

Especially after his promotion from police officer to sheriff, he gained more confidence.

"Cheers to the future director!" Chen Zhengwei laughed.

"By the way, those people from Hong Shun Tang will be tried in a few days. Do you want to sit in on the trial?" Michael suddenly remembered something.

"I'm not interested in a stray dog!" Chen Zhengwei didn't care about those people in Hong Shun Tang.

Those people are in his way and should be kicked out.

……

The next day, Chen Zhengwei went to the Investigation Bureau to find Charles, the patrol captain in charge of the North Beach area.

"Charles, I agreed to your conditions before, now it's your turn to help me!" Chen Zhengwei said to Charles with a smile.

He never hesitates to show kindness to the dead.

"What do you want me to do?" Charles asked directly.

"Do your best to cause trouble for the Italians! Make sure they have no time to think about other things." Chen Zhengwei said.

Charles thought about it for a moment and agreed: "I will do it. Don't forget what you promised me!"

He planned to pick on some small Italian gangs, which was not difficult for him.

Anyway, Chen Zhengwei didn’t say which one it was.

Although I don’t know what Chen Zhengwei wants to do, if he can’t gain the upper hand in the fight with the Italians, it’s his own problem.

Of course, he hoped that Chen Zhengwei could get involved in North Beach so that he could receive money every week.

"Happy cooperation!" Chen Zhengwei and Charles looked at each other and both smiled with satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)