Chapter 526 The end of the Tammoni Association

Author: Mosaic's Melancholy

Chapter 526 The end of the Tammoni Association

Here at Wells Fargo, Brock is fighting with the people in the bank building.

As a former soldier, nothing is more exciting than commanding a war, even if there are only some civilians who have picked up guns on the other side.

But he forgot that this is New York and Wall Street.

A group of policemen and gangsters fought here, with gunfire and explosions continuously.

This caused great panic.

After all, this city has not had such exciting movements for a long time except for the Chinese New Year in Chinatown.

In addition, some of the people and gangs who had the gun in the morning also began to take advantage of the chaos and troubled waters.

Citizens who didn't know the truth were in panic.

"The British are landing again!"

"The laborers in New York are rebelling! They are attacking Wall Street!"

Various rumors began to spread among citizens, and some even considered whether to escape from New York.

But Brock didn't know these things.

He is living his command addiction.

"Attack me! If it really doesn't work, throw away explosives! Let them see our strength!"

Brock stood upstairs,

shouted excitedly.

"Well, Director, are you sure you use explosives?" The subordinate looked at the bank gate below, which had been hit by bullets without recognition.

The glass on the first floor was broken, and the doors and walls were full of bullet craters.

"I want these gangsters to know what cruelty means!" Brock had enough of his subordinate, "You don't know anything. Only by fighting like this will our casualties be small."

Just as he was about to issue an offensive order, a man in a suit bent over and climbed to the top of the building.

"Supervisor Brock! Sheriff Brock!" He ran to Brock.

The person who came was panting, and trotting along the way and climbing the stairs consumed a lot of his energy.

Brock turned around.

He knows this person, who belongs to the municipal government, and is usually responsible for running errands for the mayor.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Mr. Mayor said, let you clean up the mess here in half an hour, otherwise, he will ask you to make up the hole in Wells Fargo wall by yourself." The man said to the police chief, "This is the mayor, um,

No, the original words of Councillor Casman.”

Brock's face turned red and white:

"How did he know there was a hole in Wells Fargo's wall?" the police chief was confused.

“Not only do they know, but now the whole of New York knows that there is a gunfight here.

"The rich are worried that the city hall phone has been blown up; the poor are running for their lives because there are unknown numbers of thugs robbing with guns!"

"Because, you transferred all the police here!"

The man imitated the tone of Councillor Casman and conveyed the mayor's meaning to Brock.

Beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on Brock's forehead.

He knew that if the problem here was not solved immediately, he would not say that he would not keep his black hat, and there would be a high possibility that he would be pulled out to take the pot.

The new police chief used what he had learned throughout his life to start commanding the attack on the building.

Under the attack of the police, the bank's gate was quickly broken.

After all, only a few people resisted, while others are more inclined to surrender.

Robbing a bank is a death sentence, but after all, it will be tried, but if you do not surrender, you may be beaten to death on the spot.

Of course, the strong attack also cost the New York Police Department more than ten casualties.

On the other side, Torrio was taken to the New York Police Department.

The distance is very close, right next door.

Since there was not even a person on duty in the police station, Torrio, whose hands were tied up, was locked into a conference room.

The Border Detective Agency took away the vault a few sacks of notes in addition to Torrio.

"If these bills are announced, I am afraid that the mayor, councillor and the Tammony Association will fall." Roosevelt looked at the sacks and sighed, "I really didn't expect these sworms to suck the blood of New York citizens so peacefully!"

"Leave these to Pulitzer, he is most interested in these things." Chen Jianqiu had an additional account book in his hand.

This account book was obtained by the Border Detective Agency from the manager through "friendly consultation".

"Do you really don't have to go to see your wife and children?" Roosevelt asked with some concern.

"No, I can't know Camilla's methods any more."

Chen Jianqiu wanted to say that his life was almost in her hands, but after thinking about it, he still didn't say it.

After all, it’s not that much of a big deal that I’ve spent a lot of money to whitewash that experience and then shake it up.

"The bodies of those thieves are probably lying on the floor of my house now." He replied, "Teddy, be ready to become the director again. I'll go and see the broken-minded Italian."

"Uh, let's leave this person for you to deal with." Roosevelt hesitated for a moment, and reminded him, "Uh, it's best, I mean the best, don't kill him at the police station."

He knew what kind of man and woman the Border Detective Agency was, but he also understood that without means, he could not deal with those criminals.

He has been to the West and knows what kind of people this security company that grew up in the western environment faces.

"Don't worry, it's useful for me to keep him." Chen Jianqiu nodded.

He turned into the conference room where Torio was imprisoned.

On the walls of the conference room, Brock's "Bandit Suppression Roadmap" was hung, and on the table

There are some tea cups, paper and other things.

The Italian was half lying on a chair, his hands tied, his eyes staring at the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Mr. Chen! You won! So, you are planning to kill me now, are you?" Torrio did not divert his gaze, but continued to raise his head and speak in his mouth.

Chen Jianqiu did not reply, but slowly walked to the table and stared at the Italian who didn't even look at him.

Suddenly, he suddenly lifted a chair beside the table and smashed it down at Torrio.

The chair changed shape instantly.

The Italians were smashed to the ground with their chairs, their faces covered in blood.

Chen Jianqiu dragged him up from the ground and pressed him to another chair next to the table.

"This time, it's because you threatened my wife and children." Chen Jianqiu said.

The blood from Torrio's forehead had already gathered at his chin and dripped onto his chest.

His expression was crazy, he raised his lips and shouted at Chen Jianqiu:

"Yes, that's it. Come on, kill me! Hurry! Don't suppress your anger."

However, Chen Jianqiu did not make any further moves.

He sat on the chair opposite Torrio, took out a cigar from his clothes and lit it, and stared at the Italian expressionlessly.

"What's wrong? What's your decisiveness? What's your anger? Mr. Chen?" Torio licked the blood on his cheek with his tongue and continued to provoke Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu spitted a cigar.

He pointed at Torrio's clenched right hand.

"I advise you to put away the nail in your right hand. That nail cannot save you, but may kill you."

"Also, don't you feel comfortable pretending that your hands are still tied?"

The madness on Torrio's face disappeared in an instant, and his expression returned to calm.

The rope tied on the Italians' hands fell off suddenly.

He raised his hands and opened the palm of his right hand at the same time.

An iron nail fell to the ground.

"It's worthy of being Mr. Chen, how did you see it?" Torrio asked with his head tilted.

He originally wanted to use that nail to give his "idol" a fatal blow while Chen Jianqiu approached angrily.

This trick has been tried and tested in the past.

"I have read your information. You used to be a street magician, and that rope can't do anything to you. As for the trick of taking nails from the chair." Chen Jianqiu did not continue, "But I can tell with certainty that I can tell you
To be continued...