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

His ancestors had a low status in Britain for generations, suffered from poverty and hunger, so they reached his father's generation, and gritted their teeth and sold all their property and traveled across the ocean to the United States.

In the United States, their family is still very poor. Old Murphy makes a living by selling hard work in New York, so he gritted his teeth and joined the ranks of the Forward Westward Movement.

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

Unlike other lucky people, Murphy did not find much gold, but died in the mountains. His son, due to his lack of good education since childhood, became a famous hooligan in Denver Ireland Street.

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

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

"When the MPs give a speech tomorrow, you just need to shout, and then, noon, remember, noon, just like last year, rushed into Chinatown together and taught me a lesson to those yellow-skinned elders who dared to come back. All the ones you got will belong to."

The hooligans who had the sweet taste nodded one after another. I thought I would go in and squat for a while in the incident last year, but the Chinese were arrested and detained for three days. The name was to protect their safety.

After Murphy finished giving orders, he walked out of the metallurgical factory with his hands in his pockets and whistled.

All this was familiar to him, and the most important thing was that he would have money again.

He glanced at Tianse. His beloved should have not started to pick up customers yet. He would make her feel happy later.

According to the previous agreement, he walked through two streets and returned to the neighborhood where he lived.

In the shadow at the corner of the street, he saw the polite man with a dome. When the man saw him, he turned around and walked into the alley.

After looking around and having no acquaintances, he lowered his head and accelerated his pace to follow.

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

"Things are arranged?" asked the man, taking off his hat and scratching his hair. The man was the detective Pinkerton that Lynch met in the office - Daniel.

"Everything is OK." Murphy opened the mouth of the paper bag, looked inside, then licked his lips and reached into it. He touched it and laughed.

Daniel looked at him with disgust, feeling that it was really undecent to deal with such people every day.

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

"Ba, bha..." A man with a cowboy hat slapped his hands and turned out from the alley. His face was hidden under the shadow of the brim of the hat, but his voice revealed a hint of chill.

“Good deals.”

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

"It's just a block here. If you shoot, you... um, um."

Before he could finish his words, his mouth was stuffed into a cloth and his head was wrapped in a linen bag. He and Murphy were quickly tied into piglets.

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

After stepping on two consecutive steps, I didn't dare to make any more noise in the box.

Sean walked to the entrance of the alley and signaled Niu San and a few people who were following to carry the box onto the cart.

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

This warehouse was discovered by Chen Jianqiu and his friends when they came back from the University of Denver yesterday. It was just off the railroad not far from the railway and was abandoned for some reason. It was empty inside, with only mottled walls and rusty roofs.

After a while, Niu San and their cart arrived.

"Uncle Niu San, please move your things to the warehouse and go back to the village first. Please be careful when I inform you about the next thing." Chen Jianqiu reminded.

Sean and Asuki pulled out a tiger pliers and a wrench from the cart, and together with Niu San and others, they moved the box into the warehouse.

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

Chen Jianqiu dragged the Irish directly out of the box and tied it to the pillars of the warehouse. Daniel tied it to another pillar, opposite the Irish.

He pulled off the linen bag from Daniel's head.

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

"Are you following us all the time?" Sean asked, taking out the cloth stuffed into his mouth.

But what responded to him was silence.

"If my colleagues can't find me, they will soon call the police station, and they will find it soon, not to mention that the Mounties are still in Denver and have not left."

Daniel said calmly.

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

Daniel still doesn't answer.

Asuki picked up the vise on the ground and was about to give the man in front of him some cruelty, but Daniel glanced at him and smiled contemptuously: "I use this thing more easily than you. Forcing confession is our compulsory course."

Chen Jianqiu has not spoken so far, and he just looked at Daniel quietly.

He suddenly pulled out his dagger and stabbed it into the heart of the Irish man next to him.

Accurate and ruthless.

The Irish man's mouth was stuffed with cloth, and he didn't even make a sound, but his body was twisting wildly, and blood flowed out of the wound on his chest, spreading all over the ground.

Chen Jianqiu pulled open the linen bag on his head, and the Irish expression before his death was extremely frightened.

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

"Not me! Not me! It's not me who follows you!" Daniel was so scared that he was scattered, and his calmness just now was replaced by fear.

Kill as soon as you say, the Irish died without saying a word. The next one is probably his turn. This man is really a demon who kills without blinking.

"Did you instruct last year?! Is it?!"

"It's not me, it's not me, it's the Irish who organized and killed people, and it's Edwin who was instructed."

"Who is Edwin? Say!"

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

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

"No. 32 Tennyson Street, west of the city, that big white house."

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

The man returned to his calmness, a kind of calm that made people feel cold.

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

"What about this person?"

"Bundle it here." Chen Jianqiu patted Daniel's blood-colored face with a dagger, "If your colleague is lucky enough to find you, help me with a message. It is best to keep a distance from us and not act rashly. This time, I will be saved next time."

After saying that, Chen Jianqiu was reincarnated and walked towards the bright warehouse gate, sank into the sunshine.
Chapter completed!