The two took a carriage back to Chinatown and invited Qiao Niang and Zheng Wu to have dinner.
After returning to the hotel to rest for a while, Chen Zhengwei dressed in gentleman's clothes, a top hat, and carrying a civilized stick, went outside Chinatown with Chen Zhenghu.
The main thing is to find out the route and environment of that group of people in and out of that area.
At this time, some shops in Chinatown will hang lanterns at the door. In addition, you need to use the moonlight and the faint light of oil lamps and candles in the windows next to you to see the road clearly.
However, outside Chinatown, the road will be brighter.
There was a gas lamp hanging above the light pole on the roadside. Although there was no electric light on, coupled with the moonlight, it was still possible to maintain a certain line of sight.
After walking around, it was only eight or nine o'clock in the evening. There were almost no pedestrians on the road, only occasionally some people walking past after work.
Thirty to forty meters in front of them, two men in coarse cloth were walking quickly. They were two Irishmen.
The Irish were drunken, violent, and hostile to reading, but they were eloquent and capable of agitation. Although most of them are low-level workers, their status in the United States is much higher than that of the Chinese.
I saw the two Irishmen suddenly quickening their pace and dragging a man into the alley.
"Not good!" Chen Zhenghu's expression changed.
His sight had been blocked by the two Irishmen before, but now he saw clearly that the man dragged in was wearing a Chinese mandarin jacket.
The two of them quickly rushed to the entrance of the alley, where they heard the painful whimpers of people covering their mouths and the sound of hammers hitting bones.
Then I saw two Irish men wearing coarse cloth and with fierce faces pushing a young Chinese man to the ground, while another man sat on him and held down his arms.
The other person covered his mouth with one hand and smashed it with a work hammer.
"Stop!" Chen Zhenghu's eyes were red, but this cry could not stop him at all. He watched helplessly as the hammer hit the Chinese man's head, and blood splattered everywhere.
Then the two Irishmen looked towards the entrance of the alley, with violent and sarcastic expressions on their faces: "Two bastards again!"
Chen Zhengwei reached out and touched the gun at his waist. He hesitated and gave up using the gun. The sound was too loud, which could easily attract the copper buttons from the Investigation Bureau and alert the enemy.
After all, his target is the boss of this group of Irish people.
He immediately walked toward the two Irishmen with a cane in his eyes, then suddenly got angry, used the cane as a spear, and stabbed one of them in the face.
The man reacted very quickly. He turned his head and reached out to grab the cane. However, Chen Zhengwei let go of the cane and ran into his arms. Suddenly a short knife appeared in his hand and he quickly stabbed the other man's stomach and heart five or six times. .
The other person had a fierce look in his eyes, cursed, and hit Chen Zhengwei on the head with a hammer.
Chen Zheng lowered his head fiercely to avoid the hammer, and then kicked the opponent's knee, who immediately fell to the side.
Chen Zhengwei rushed over again and stabbed the opponent in the neck with a knife.
Then he let go and stood up with a big breath.
This kind of street fighting is very stressful and consumes the most physical energy.
The few short times just now made him feel a little tired.
He took out a silk scarf from his coat pocket and wiped the blood on his face. He turned around and saw Chen Zhenghu still standing there stunned.
Chen Zhenghu was actually frightened by the violent murder scene of Chen Zhengwei just now.
"Come here!" Chen Zhengwei waved to him, picked up the hammer from the ground and handed it to Chen Zhenghu. Then he pointed at the Irishman who had been stabbed five or six times and was lying on the ground groaning but not dead yet and said: "Go and hammer him to death!"
Seeing Chen Zhenghu standing there and not daring to make a move, Chen Zhengwei glanced at him with a fierce look, but did not have an attack. He rolled his eyes and said:
"Forget it, I have long seen that you are timid and have no blood at all. You don't dare to fight back when you are bullied, and you don't dare to take action when you see your compatriots being beaten to death."
"It's just one word, coward! But who made us a family? Even if you are so coward, you can't do anything... I won't be hungry even if I have a bite to eat from now on! Okay, I'll do it myself!"
These words were like thorns piercing into Chen Zhenghu's heart.
Chen Zhenghu's eyes were red, he gritted his teeth, picked up the hammer and hit the opponent, killing him with just a few blows, and then stood there gasping for air, as if he had exhausted all his strength.
Chen Zhengwei wiped the blood on his hands and nodded with satisfaction. Is this reasonable?
"Here, help me see if there is any blood on my face? Is it stained on my clothes?" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile, as if nothing happened.
Chen Zhengwei's understatement after killing someone made Chen Zhenghu feel a little chilly in his heart.
"This one seems to still have some breath!" Chen Zhengwei kicked the Chinese man just now. Although his head was bruised and bleeding from the hammer, he still had some breath and was not dead.
When Chen Zhenghu heard this, he quickly squatted down to check. "Not dead, but seriously injured."
Chen Zhengwei picked up the hat from the ground, patted the dirt off and put it on his head. He rummaged through the two of them again, found more than three pieces, and threw them to Chen Zhenghu.
He ordered: "Go back and find a carriage, something more reliable!"
"I know who to go to. After all, I have to call him Uncle Clan. He is a decent person and has a strict mouth. He will definitely be able to do it."
Seeing Chen Zhenghu leave in a hurry, Chen Zhengwei stopped him again: "Take it easy, if you act like that, there will be something wrong with you! Relax and act as if nothing happened!"
After finishing speaking, he waved his hand to let him leave.
The San Francisco Bureau of Investigation has a small number of employees, with only more than 300 people, so the chance of encountering copper buttons is not high.
Chen Zhengwei stood in the shadowed corner against the wall, feeling a little tempted to smoke.
This body is obviously not addicted to cigarettes.
After waiting for almost thirty minutes, I heard the sound of horses' hooves on the stones and the sound of wheels rolling over the road.
A carriage pulling goods stopped at the entrance of the alley, with a tarpaulin covering the outside of the carriage.
"Zhengwei?" Chen Zhenghu put his head in the air and shouted.
The coachman was a man in his thirties, but he looked as if he was in his forties, looking around warily.
In the darkness, Chen Zhengwei walked out holding a civilized staff, wearing a gentleman's uniform, a white shirt underneath, and a top hat on his head.
Looks like a businessman.
"Uncle, this is Zhengwei, he must be called Uncle!" Chen Zhenghu introduced in a low voice.
"We'll introduce them when we get back. First load the people and bodies into the car!" Chen Zhengwei said.
The three of them loaded the body and the Chinese man into the car, mainly the two of them, as Chen Zhengwei was afraid of getting his clothes dirty.
After finishing their work, Chen Zhengwei asked the two of them to wait at the entrance of the alley while he untied his pants and peed to dilute the blood on the ground.
He didn't know how useful it would be, but it was better to do it than not do it.
The three of them rushed back to Chinatown, opened a pharmacy and sent the Chinese man in. Chen Zhenghu said, "Mr. Lin, do you think he can be saved?"
Dr. Lin was in his forties. He was not tall, but he was strong and energetic. He looked like someone who beats people, not like someone who saves them.
And it is rare to see him without braids and with short hair.
Mr. Lin checked the Chinese man's condition, frowned and asked, "How did you do it?"
Chen Zhengwei took five yuan and put it on the counter, and said casually:
"If you pick it up on the road, save it if you can. Whether it survives or not depends on its life! Who told me that everyone is good!"
Doctor Lin checked the injuries and found that the head injury was serious. He said, "I'll do my best!"
After leaving the pharmacy, Chen Zhenghu asked softly: "What should we do next?"
Chen Zhengwei originally wanted him to find two boxes, cut off something, and send it to Huang Baoru tomorrow! When the time comes, he will find excuses not to admit it!
But then I thought about it, if Huang Baoru dared to blackmail his own money... Is there such a good thing in the world?
"Uncle Clan, right? I'll leave these two guys to you. Let's see if they are buried overnight or tomorrow morning..." Chen Zhengwei took out two five-yuan green bills and gave them to the driver.
On the way back, Chen Zhengwei knew the driver's name, Chen Fengyu, who was also from Wencun.
In this place, bloodline and township party are very important links.
Chen Fengyu held the two pieces of five-dollar bills and gritted his teeth and said, "Leave it to me!"
You must know that these ten yuan are half of his monthly income.
"Be sure not to let the news leak out!" Chen Zhengwei patted Chen Fengyu on the shoulder.
If he hadn't been afraid of alerting the group of Irishmen, he wouldn't have bothered and left the copper buttons to wash the floor.
Then Chen Zhengwei put his arms around Chen Zhenghu: "You go back, wash yourself, and change your clothes. I will take you to have fun!"
Although Chinatown is dim at night, it is not deserted.
Every once in a while, you can see food stalls and gambling stalls soliciting customers, and you can also see skinny smokers getting into the opium den.
Because there are very few women in Chinatown, with a male-to-female ratio of 10:1 or even 20:1, Chinese people here often spend time in gambling stalls after work.
In addition, Cantonese people are naturally fond of gambling.
After finding a grocery store that was still open, Chen Zhengwei went in and said, "Boss, come and pack cigarettes."
I glanced around the grocery store and found that the items here were really dazzling.
Cured duck, dried mushrooms, nuts, candied fruits, dried shark's fin, tea, Chinese medicine, incense candles, teapots, clothes, pipes... and even opium cream.
Almost everything that Chinese people can use can be bought here.
A pack of cigarettes costs 15 cents, which is a little more expensive than a pound of steak.
At this time, cigarettes were still hand-rolled and did not even have filters. With the sound of matches, Chen Zhengwei lit one and coughed repeatedly due to the spicy taste.
"Damn, this thing is so damn hard to smoke!" Chen Zhengwei frowned and scolded as he smoked.
When Chen Zhenghu changed into a more respectable robe and mandarin jacket and came back, Chen Zhengwei waved his hand.
"The best brothel, you lead the way and I treat you!"
