At this time, the bar was filled with smoke and noisy.
Many people were drinking low-quality drinks, smoking hand-rolled tobacco, and talking loudly.
Because the sound is so low, others can’t hear it at all.
For them, bars are a place for ethnic gatherings, a place to find work, and to connect with each other.
Somewhat similar to a collection of Chinese teahouses and guild halls.
At this time, in the corner, a group of people were playing cards with tobacco in their mouths.
One of them was a short man with high cheekbones, reddish-brown hair, and wearing a dark shirt and gray vest. He was Nick Byrne.
He was the leader of this group of Irishmen, and he was also a broker, threatening the factory owners to use his people, and he would take a cut of the money.
Because the Chinese require very low wages and are hard-working, many Irish people are unemployed and unable to find a job.
This is also the source of conflict between the two parties.
"Did you see Sean and Liam today? They went out to have fun last night, and they haven't shown up yet!" Nick Bourne asked casually, holding a cigarette in his mouth.
"Maybe you drank too much and fell asleep at home! They will definitely show up tomorrow!" someone immediately followed.
"Maybe I can hug the girl and have fun somewhere. Otherwise, I won't be bitten by a rabbit, right?" The third person laughed.
They both knew what kind of fun those two were out for.
To them, those insects are just like rabbits. Even if you hit them with a stick, they won't resist.
Even the tongs in Chinatown are fierce inside, but they are very flattering to the white people outside.
Nick Byrne thought for a while and realized that this was indeed the case, so he put the matter aside.
The most important thing is that the Bureau of Investigation is not looking for him.
You must know that the patrol captain in charge of this area in the Investigation Bureau is his person.
At this time, the Bureau's criteria for recruiting police officers were very simple: American citizens who had lived in the United States for one year and had no criminal record.
Therefore, no matter whether you are educated or not, or what you did before, even if you were a miner or a farmer, you can join the Bureau of Investigation, provided you pay a sum of money.
The Irish are generally illiterate and find it difficult to achieve success in other industries. In addition, their political status is not low, so their proportion in the Bureau of Investigation is very high.
This is why the return of the few people yesterday went so smoothly, because Nick Byrne has recently been targeting the Chinese outside Chinatown, and the captain here is his, so no one has been arranged to patrol recently.
Playing until late at night, Nick Byrne got up and put on his coat and put a felt bowler hat on his head.
This is a type of hat that has become increasingly popular in the last twenty years or so. Some look like a top hat, but the price is much cheaper. It is mainly preferred by some middle class people in the city.
Others also put on their coats and hats.
A group of people left the bar chatting and laughing.
Chen Zhengwei immediately noticed a few people.
Although there were a lot of people coming in and out that night, they were all wearing ordinary clothes. The most important thing was their hats. Everyone else was wearing flat caps, newsboy hats and the like.
It was almost midnight, and I only saw one person wearing a bowler hat.
Chen Zhengwei straightened his hat and reached out to touch the handle of the gun at his waist. After making sure there was nothing wrong, he walked towards the people with his cane.
The cane touched the stone on the ground and made a slight sound, but it was particularly clear at this time.
Several people immediately noticed Chen Zhengwei walking over and were a little surprised. After all, a gentleman shouldn't be here at this time.
Nick Byrne stopped. He felt that the other party was coming to find him.
Maybe you want me to help with something? Or solve some trouble?
This is quite common.
"Nicke Bourne?" Chen Zhengwei asked when he was more than ten meters away.
"I am, who are you?" Nick Byrne took out the cigarette case from his arms, took out a hand-rolled cigarette and put it to his mouth to light it, but his movements stopped in the next second.
I saw the man walking over taking out a revolver from his waist.
At the same time, Nick Byrne finally saw the other person's face under the hat.
Turns out to be a young Chinese!
How dare those Chinese? Nickburn's thoughts quickly turned around and he cursed angrily: "FUCK!"
Subconsciously, he wanted to pull the people around him to block him.
However, the gun in Chen Zhengwei's hand was faster.
boom!
A blood flower bloomed directly on Nick Byrne's chest.
After firing a shot, his other hand quickly moved across the body of the gun and pressed down the hammer with the heel of his palm.
As the muzzle of the gun continued to light up, the face under the hat became clearer and clearer.
Chen Zhengwei still had a bit of dissatisfaction on his face: "Do you know that I have been waiting for you for a long time? If you wait a little longer, today will be over!"
After emptying six rounds of bullets, Nick Byrne was shot three times and fell to the ground on the spot, while only two of the four people around him fell.
The Irishman who escaped the disaster saw Chen Zhengwei's pistol empty of bullets and rushed towards Chen Zhengwei with a ferocious expression.
The only thought in their minds now is that they must not let this Qing Chong escape.
"Bitch, I will kill you!" A tall Irishman squeezed out these words through his teeth.
Chen Zhengwei's eyes lit up. He understood this sentence and he knew how to answer it.
With his level of English, he said the system was fucking blind.
He immediately threw the gun to the ground, spread his hands, and said in a joking tone:
"Really? I don't believe it!"
"I will twist your head off with my own hands!" the other party cursed angrily, but just as he threw himself in front of Chen Zhengwei, he saw two axes appearing out of thin air in Chen Zhengwei's open hands.
His eyes froze for a moment. Where did the ax in this guy's hand come from?
But Chen Zhengwei had already struck down the ax with a ferocious smile on his face.
The ax hit him directly on the wrist, almost cutting off his wrist.
The Irishman screamed, a hint of fear finally appeared in his eyes, and another ax hit his neck immediately.
Another short Irishman was also startled, but it was too late to run away.
Chen Zhengwei pulled out the ax and threw it directly at him, hitting him on the chest and almost killing him.
Then he swung another ax and struck at him. One ax struck his shoulder, and it got stuck in his shoulder blade and could not be pulled out.
Chen Zhengwei let go and ran into his arms. Another short knife came out of his hand and stabbed him quickly. He stabbed him several times before he fell to the ground.
The short knife in Chen Zhengwei's hand disappeared, he stepped on him, and used force to pull out the ax stuck on his shoulder.
This thing can be stored in the space and taken out at any time. It is very useful and cannot be wasted.
The Irishman who rushed out of the bar after hearing the gunfire screamed when he saw this scene.
Chen Zhengwei looked up at them, pointed at them with the ax in his hand, then took a few steps forward and kicked Nickburn on the body, causing Nickburn to turn over.
The Irish people's eyes turned red when they saw the people lying on the ground, and they quickly ran back to the bar and grabbed chairs and sticks as weapons.
Chen Zhengwei took this moment to squat down and pull out a golden pocket watch from Nick Bourne's vest pocket.
He had just seen a chain glowing with gold under the gas lamp on the street lamppost.
He likes it very much, it suits his status very well.
It's his now.
At the same time, he also saw Nick Bourne wearing a gun on his waist, a revolver similar to his own.
By the time five or six big Irish men rushed out with stools and wooden sticks, Chen Zhengwei had already put his ax back into space and pointed Nickburn's pistol at everyone.
Bang bang bang!
With the sound of six gunshots, two people fell on the spot, and the rest of the people ran back to the bar and never dared to come out again.
"I heard that you guys are quite irritable...but it doesn't look like you are very courageous!"
Chen Zhengwei stepped back step by step and said jokingly.
He picked up the top hat and gun that fell on the ground, took out the silk scarf, and calmly wiped the blood splattered on his face.
By the time they dared to carefully look around, Chen Zhengwei had already disappeared into the darkness.
"Solved? No surprise, right?" Chen Zhenghu quickly followed Chen Zhengwei.
"What kind of surprise can there be in this matter?" Chen Zhengwei sneered.
After hearing this, Chen Zhenghu finally felt relieved.
As Chen Zhengwei walked, he folded the gun in the middle, and the bullet casing immediately popped out and fell to the ground.
He took out a few more bullets from his pocket and stuffed them in, then put the gun back into his waist, put his arm around Chen Zhenghu's neck and said, "Tomorrow morning, you go find Huang Baoru and tell him to solve it!"
"He should be able to find out easily!"
"Let him prepare the money and I will go find him."
When Chen Zhengwei spoke, he still had a little expectation in his heart.
I look forward to seeing Huang Baoru doing some fancy things.
"Also, what procedures are required to join the club?"
"Just put your name on the list, and the other thing is to pay! 5 yuan a year! This is nothing to you!" Chen Zhenghu said.
In just these few days, he probably already knew a little bit about Chen Zhengwei's character.
He acts lawlessly, spends money lavishly, and doesn't take money seriously at all.
