Chapter 168: 500 guns to Chinatown

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"Sheriff, what are we going to do?"

"That's right, in such a good weather, we should find a place to bask in the sun or drink, instead of doing any tasks so hard."

"I really don't understand why I don't go to other people's things, but I'm going to come to us? We are not the best police force in San Francisco."

On the way, Cyrus led a team of about thirty policemen to ride on horseback. It was about four or five miles away from San Francisco, and the city was gradually no longer visible. Because the northwest direction was directed towards the beach, there were not many people on the road, and it could even be said that there were basically no people. This situation finally caused the police officers who were already extremely unhappy to complain. In the middle of winter, who doesn't want to stay at home and sleep in? Even if they still need patrol or something, they are still in the city. They can also be lazy and have a few drinks. Even if they don't have money, as a police officer, they can go to the Chinese restaurant in Chinatown to have a tycoon meal. Anyway, those yellow people dare not say anything. But now they have to go out of the city to carry out missions. Are they just some policemen responsible for patrolling the streets?

"Shut up!" Faced with the complaints from his subordinates, Cyrus just glared at him with a dark face, especially those who spoke just now, "What do you know? This is an order issued by Director Erlange himself. Can I disobey? If anyone doesn't want to do it, then go back.***!"

"...Why did Director Erlan give such an order?" The boss got angry. Although the police officers were dissatisfied, they could only hold it in. But some people were still a little curious.

"A group of Chinese bandits came to the vicinity of San Francisco. The director thought that we had the most dealing with the Chinese and knew them the best, so he handed over this task to us." Cyrus replied.

"A group of Chinese bandits? How many of them are there?" asked another police officer.

"I don't know, maybe there can be a few hundred!" Cyrus replied, "After all, if there are too few people, it's probably not the director's turn to give orders in person, and he won't pay too much attention."

"Hundreds of Chinese? I thought it was such an amazing number. Is there only a few hundred Chinese who need thirty of us policemen? In my opinion, ten, no, five people are enough to deal with them." A policeman raised his hand and raised it and shouted.

"Yes, five people are enough. Those guys are just a flock of sheep, they don't even need a gun. They just need to use a whip to walk obediently as we told you. Do you think?" Another policeman also smiled.

"You idiots. Those Chinese are bandits, bandits! Don't you understand yet? Do you think you are facing the guys in Chinatown?" Although Cyrus also agreed to agree with these subordinates in his heart, he still chose to warn him when Erlang gave his orders. Be careful, there is no big mistake.

"The group of yellow people in Chinatown are much larger than these bandits. They have tens of thousands of people, my sir." The policeman who just said that only five people could get rid of all the Chinese people laughed.

"There are tens of thousands of people, but less than ten people who actually participate in patrol every day. God, by counting this, we can fight thousands of people, so we have to be afraid of those hundreds of Chinese bandits?" The police officers all laughed.

"But those Chinese still have weapons, a large number of weapons!" Cyrus said again.

"Weapons? Do they have guns?" a police officer said in amazement.

"I'm afraid it's more than that. I've said that they have a 'large' weapon!" Cyrus replied.

"A lot of weapons? Are they sticks, whips, or the kind of spatula they use to fried rice?" another police officer said with a smile.

"I think it's a shovel!"

"I want me to say it's a hoe!"

"You are all wrong. It should be the fishing net. You have forgotten that the Chinese *** outside San Francisco are all fishermen!"

"Then why don't you say they use dustpans? Last month I heard people say that some Chinese people use dustpans to hunt gold outside the city, but they actually thought San Francisco was full of gold!"

"Shut up," Cyrus said loudly again, but this time he was weak, "Go forward five miles and rest!"

"That's so far?" a police officer shouted.

"You group of lazy pigs, you only have only ten miles to walk for another five miles. You are still riding horses. Can't you walk this little road?" Cyrus said angrily.

"The director just asked us to come out and take a look, but he didn't say we had to find the Chinese. Since that's the case, why don't we just rest now? Anyway, as long as we go back, we say we have searched. Can the director come and go again in person?" the man said again.

"Are your director so foolish? I'm already very risky in ten miles. I cheered up my spirits and kept moving forward. If anyone falls out of the team, all the bonuses for this month will be deducted!" Cyrus shouted.

“…deduct the bonus?”

“Too much!”

"I live on this little money."

"Then be more obedient. It's not far anyway."

Cyrus' "strength" suppressed the opposition from his subordinates, and the team continued to move forward, intending to stop moving forward ten miles away... This is of course a very unwise and indecent behavior. However, the police did not do their duty, and another group of people were very dedicated, not only did their duty, but also did their best!

It was not ten miles away from San Francisco, and only six or seven miles away, Cyrus met these people. As a result, after meeting these people, all of them did not take the Chinese in their eyes, and even shouted that they could deal with hundreds of Chinese people with just five people, completely extinguishing their arrogance.

More than two hundred Chinese people surrounded them!

Moreover, all of these more than 200 people were holding guns, and Cyrus was sharp-eyed. He even saw a box at the feet of a Chinese. The box was open, revealing bunches of explosives!

"You yellow-skinned monkeys, do you know what you are doing?" Cyrus raised his hands at the first time. However, his superiority when facing the Chinese for many years made him feel a little unrespectful tone when he spoke. As a result, those people directly responded to him with a bullet:

"Bang!"

“Ying …”

Cyrus's mount roared and fell to the ground. The sheriff himself was thrown to the ground and fell to pieces!

"Give you ten seconds to choose: either surrender or die... Now start the time!" A Chinese man with a mustache stepped forward and said coldly in front of those police officers who were ready to move but hesitant not to draw out the gun.

"nineteen,……"

"You dare to attack the police, you know how big it is..."

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

A row of gunfire sounded, and the policeman who was making noise looked at the sudden extra wounds on his body and fell to the ground unwillingly.

"flutter!"

A lot of dust splashed!

“Four, three, two, one, zero!”

The mustache seemed to be unaffected and still counted down slowly. Unfortunately, until "zero", the police still didn't make any noise, including Cerrus, who had fallen to the ground. Everyone either watched the body on the ground or stared at the Chinese.

"Hero! Don't be afraid of death, the white citizens of San Francisco will remember you!" The mustache exclaimed, then raised his arms high: "Prepare-"

"brush!"

More than two hundred guns were raised almost at the same time.

"No, let's surrender-"

...

Time flies very quickly.

The day passed, and Cyrus and the officers he had gathered together in a hurry did not return. There was no response in the city of San Francisco, including Police Chief Erlanger and Mayor Hamilton.

Two days have passed, and Cyrus still has not come back.

The third day passed and still did not come back.

On the fourth day, Erlanger sent fifty police officers and one hundred militias led by Deputy Chief of Police, David Shaley, to chase them along the path that Serus and his men walked.

The fifth day passed, and no news came back from David Shaley and his team.

On the sixth day, more than 300 militiamen organized temporarily walked out of San Francisco and never returned.

On the seventh day, California Governor Perkins reported to San Francisco that he would lead the team from Sacramento. San Francisco immediately refused, especially Mayor Hamilton, who claimed that San Francisco was definitely capable of solving this problem on its own. Then, that night, a temporary team of more than 700 people quietly left San Francisco, heading straight thirty miles eastward, then turned north, intending to go straight to the northwest.

On the eighth day, rumors began to appear in San Francisco. Some people claimed that a gunfight occurred in the eastern suburbs of the city. He saw the fierce firefight between the two sides with his own eyes, but when he arrived at the battleground after the fierce battle, he did not find anything. There was not even a trace of blood. And earlier on the same day, Hamilton found that he had lost contact with the last team.

...

"It's what they did. It's definitely right. The only ones who can have such skills around San Francisco and speak Chinese are the only ones who can speak Chinese."

Day 9.

In Chinatown, Bu Pinglai's residence.

Huang Sande was dancing and talking about his experiences.

"You don't know. I saw it with my own eyes, so happy... Our people are so calm. The guns are row after row, just when they are not broken. But those white people are not able to do it. They are surrounded in it, only knowing the ghosts, but no matter how they fight, they can't rush out. In the end, they have no choice but to take off their pants and surrender!"

"Take off your pants?"

In addition to Bu Pinglai, there were a few people sitting in the room, including an old man with white beards and a strong man in his thirties and forties. He was rarely dressed in a relatively bright manner. He was obviously a big shot among the Chinese in San Francisco. And this is the case. These people are the leaders of the superstructure of the entire Chinese neighborhood of San Francisco together with Bu Pinglai.

"That's right, I just took off my pants. Hehe..." Hearing the question, Huang Sande laughed dryly, and nodded repeatedly, "I don't know why those guys had to let those white people take off their pants. You have never seen it before, it was so dark and just a row of big white butts, which made me almost unable to hold back."

"I can't help it?" asked a strong man in his forties sitting at the corner.

"What else can I do? Just laugh! This kind of scene is rare." Huang Sande smiled.

"It's okay to laugh, they didn't notice it?" asked an old man with a gray beard sitting beside Bu Pinglai.

"This,... it must have been discovered." Huang Sande was a little embarrassed and slowly took out something from behind.

"Gun?" Everyone was shocked. Isn't the thing in Huang Sande's hand just a revolver?

"Yeah." Huang Sande nodded, "I was just hiding from a distance, but I don't know when there was such a thing around me. I only realized that it was right at my feet when I left!"

"It seems that there are capable people over there." Bu Pinglai sighed.

"But they are also causing trouble to our brothers in Chinatown. If they fight like this, if they really get the white people out of trouble, they will definitely attack us." The strong man just now said with a frown.

"It's a big deal to do it. Tens of thousands of us stay here. Even if we want to do it, we have to think carefully. The key is what the people from Denver are planning," the old man sitting beard beside him stroked his beard and frowned: "They came from afar and had no foundation. I'm afraid they're going like this with those white people. I'm afraid they have a great ambition."

"Old Deng, why is he very ambitious?" asked another person.

"That day, Ah Lai told me that those people came to San Francisco. I thought they had caused trouble in Denver and wanted to use our treasure land to leave the United States. So, I secretly contacted several boats..." Old Deng said, "But unexpectedly, before the ship arrived, they started to fight first. They clearly didn't want to run away."

"Why don't you want to run away? Or you can fight so hard? More than 700 people swallowed it. How ruthless is it?" Bu Pinglai shook his head, "Actually, I could guess what they planned that day. I originally thought they would find a way to force us to fight with them, but they turned against these white people, but I didn't expect it..."

"Just because of their little ones, they still want to rebel here?" The strong man snorted coldly.

"Don't underestimate them. Although they were driven from Colorado to California by the Americans, they also fought Colorado for help. In the past, San Francisco also sent troops? We were so nervous that we were afraid that those bastards would have another fight in Chinatown. But who would have thought that they would have been led away by them? Now those guys are not yet visible, and they are obviously left in the Nevada side and will not be able to come back for a while. This is the ability." Bu Ping said.
To be continued...