1855 United States Tycoon

After the board of directors of the Union Pacific Railway Company, an action to crack down on the evil forces that do not have eyesight is also on the agenda.

Many teenagers in Secondary Two always think that the underworld is very cool and very powerful. If you have nothing to do, I like to watch some gangster movies such as Dangerous Boys, and then I don’t know how to learn how to get some messy tattoos on myself by the little gangsters in the movies, and when I’m okay, I take a watermelon knife on the street like a crab. Shaking horizontally, thinking that daddy is awe-inspiring. But I didn't know that his little power was like a little bug before the truly powerful power.

I like the underworld middle two and always like to show off their violence, but in fact, when it comes to hacking people and killing people, gangsters have never been very good. For example, from ancient times to the present, in the various records of the army used to perform the most violent missions, the soldiers who can fight most have never been underworld gangsters. Even in which army, there are too many black Daoist objects, it will only lead to a sharp decline in combat effectiveness. Therefore, since ancient times, the most powerful army is composed of honest and good family members or self-employed farmers. Later, when the army of a major country selects soldiers, it even stipulates that all guys with tattoos are not allowed.

Therefore, relying on the power of "Black Water", it was easier for Scrooge to squeeze these chaotic evil camps than to squeeze an ant to death. However, Scrooge felt that it was simple to directly pull the black water up and crush them, but the utilization rate for these guys was still too low. You know, these guys are villains everyone knows. Kill them, but it is possible to explode the aura of "justice messenger". If you kill them silently like you killed the road guard team last time, although the deterrent effect is absolutely good, it still seems a little wasted.

On this day, a bald, slightly lame visitor came to the Chicago Police Department. After the visitor spoke a few words with a policeman, the policeman took him to the office of Deputy Chief of Police Dewey.

"This gentleman, who are you? You have information about your important criminal behavior and you want to tell me. I don't know what it is." Sheriff Dewey sat on the own seat and stared at the prey like an eagle. This person in front of me.

However, this person did not seem to be affected by the ferocious eyes of Sergeant Dewey. He leisurely dragged a chair by himself and sat down in front of Sergeant Dewey.

"You can call me Mr. Bond." The bald man said, "I came to you to expose some corrupt police officers who took bribes and corruption."

"Is it a police officer in our police station? How is this possible? The police officers in our station are all good and will never do such illegal things. Do you have evidence? Undocumented slander is a crime. !" Inspector Dewey stared at the self-proclaimed Bond man with eyes that could almost scare a crying child.

But this kind of vision can only scare the children, and the Mr. Bond in front of him seems to be completely immune to his attack of this kind of spiritual magic. He calmly opened his black leather bag, took out a stack of paper from it, and handed it to Inspector Dewey.

"This is..." Inspector Dewey took the file and looked at it. After a while, his hands began to tremble uncontrollably, so that the paper he held in his hand rustled with the shaking of her hands. And his face also turned pale, looking like some kind of upgraded corpse that had just crawled out of the grave.

"This is a despicable frame-up, it's not true at all!" Sheriff Dewey held his arm firmly, and said in a low, trembling "stern" voice.

"Oh, it turns out that I made a mistake." Bond replied indifferently, "Then I have another document here, and you should read it too." As he said, Bond took out another piece from his black leather bag. This document was handed to Inspector Dewey.

Inspector Dewey took the file in confusion, looked at it, and then his hands trembled again. "This...this...is this information true?" Inspector Dewey said in a low, trembling voice.

"Oh, fake." Dewey said dismissively. "Like the first document you see, it's all a despicable framing, and it's not reality at all."

Hearing this answer, Dewey was silent. After a while, he said in as calm a voice as possible: "Sir, who are you? What is your purpose?"

"I'm Bond investigator of the United Pacific Railroad Disciplinary Inspection Commission." Bond still replied quietly, "I'm here to give you a choice. We can use the first material to send you to jail, too. You can use the second material to send Chief Hunter to prison. You have been coveting his position for a long time, right?"

"Please state your request. As long as I can do it, I am willing to serve you." Dewey knew that he had to seize this opportunity, or else... simply unimaginable.

"Not for me, but for God and justice." Bond corrected him shamelessly.

Two days later, this news broke in Chicago:

Chief Hunter of the Chicago Police Department has long accepted bribes from gangsters, and he has become the umbrella of the Chicago gang. It failed the Chicago people's expectations of him. Fortunately, Deputy Chief Dewey was decent and vigilant. He became suspicious of some perverse actions of Sergeant Hunter, so he launched a secret investigation, and finally obtained evidence that Sergeant Hunter, a police scum, was colluding with the gang, and sent him to prison.

Inspector Dewey, who is temporarily acting as chief, told the media: The gangsters are doing all kinds of crimes and committing wanton crimes, which have severely disrupted the good situation of stability and unity in Chicago, and they can be so rampant, and the police department has not only failed to crack down on these crimes. , Even some police scum is also related to collusion with it. Now that the borers have been eliminated, he is confident that he will effectively combat various criminal groups in Chicago and give the citizens a bright future.

Both the mayor of Chicago and the governor of Illinois stated that gangs are rampant and must be severely cracked down. They all expressed their appreciation and support for the severe action launched by the Chicago Police Department under the auspices of Inspector Dewey to crack down on criminal crimes.

"Boss, Dewey is really here. Both Cole and Hewitt were shot and killed by the police!" A young guy ran back to report to the boss with trembling.

"What! What is going crazy with this bastard Dewey? He wants to play for real? Don't forget, he also took our money! And, with their few policemen, dare to play for real?" Surprised The "boss" yelled. The man with a face full of flesh and a skull and steel knife on his arm cursed, "Believe it or not, I will shake all the mess of her, let him also accompany Hunt to the prison. Stay!"

The boss cursed while thinking, and must quickly move to a place, so as not to be blocked by that guy Dewey.

"Everyone quickly pack up, give me a different place! When the limelight is over, come back and kill Dewey's whole family!" the boss shouted.

So the guys with tattoos on their bodies and cigarettes in their mouths began to organize their own things, preparing to change places with the boss. At this moment, the door of the room was kicked open suddenly. Then several smoking sticks were thrown in. The thugs had never seen such a thing before, and they were stunned for a while. But they didn't feel shocked for long, because almost an instant later, these short sticks exploded violently.

Four or five defensive grenades exploded in a small space like the hall, and shrapnel flying horizontally knocked down all the gangsters almost instantly. And the boss's belly was cut open by a piece of shrapnel, and the intestines flowed out, all over the floor.

The boss did not give up, he tried hard to stuff back the intestines that had been spread on the ground. However, just then, a group of people with pump-action shotguns or Macdonald rifles with bayonet rushed in.

"I surrender! Help me!" the boss shouted. The gangsters always appear to be very prestigious when they bully the weak, but once they encounter more powerful ones, it is almost their instinct to be soft immediately.

A rifle with a bayonet came to him and stopped. The boss raised his eyes and looked at someone. Because of the excessive blood loss, his vision had begun to blur. He didn't see the person clearly, only saw the person's cold, unpopular eyes, and then made a single The white light flashed, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and the darkness in front of him immediately sank into the endless darkness.

Similar scenes were staged simultaneously in many places in Chicago. One after another gangsters, in this situation, first throw a few grenades in, then use a shotgun to destroy the enemies that can resist, and finally use a bayonet to check if these guys are pretending to be dead. The method of inspection is very simple-just stab a bayonet directly into the chest.

Of course, this kind of military-style fighting style aimed at killing people is not something that the Chicago police can do. With the help of these armed men of unknown origin, the gang in Chicago was completely bloodbathed in just a few days. Almost all gangster groups with a higher scale and a little bit higher were killed. The little gang with only a few kittens left behind was still lingering. The law and order in Chicago has also improved almost instantly, and the neighborhoods that were not allowed to be visited by a few people in the past are now stabilized-the crackdown on criminal activities has achieved initial results. Inspector Dewey's decisive and precise actions have greatly improved the security of Chicago, which has been praised by all Chicagoans.

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