"Yes, I heard that you are here to hunt down the leader of the Conor Gang, the guy named Augusta."
Henry did not deny it, and Downey continued after seeing this: "That guy has been causing trouble in this area for several years, and reward orders have been posted all over Missouri, but we have never been able to catch him, so I think you
You may need help from the local police."
After what happened in the past two days, Henry basically didn't trust the local police's ability to handle cases. He had every reason to suspect that this guy would be a hindrance. After all, he didn't look very smart.
"Why did you come alone?" Victor was a little curious about the other party's reason.
Donnie was stunned for a moment. Of course he recognized Victor, so he replied in an awkward tone: "After discussions at our police station, we decided to send me to assist..."
"Are you being ostracized by your colleagues?" Victor bluntly explained Donnie's situation, "You lured an agent from the Inspection Bureau to the police station, embarrassing your colleagues."
Donnie was at a loss for words. He didn't expect Victor to guess so accurately. He was indeed ostracized by his colleagues at the police station. He wanted to rely on arresting Augusta to restore his position in the police station system.
Looking at his tangled expression, Henry did not continue to poke his pain points, but said: "Just in time, I was planning to go to you for help. I need to check the information of someone in the town, as well as Cornwall Iron Smelting.
Records of factory attacks, lead the way!"
After saying that, he stood up and tipped the waiter to pay.
This matter was vital to Victor's life, so he also set off with Henry.
The three of them left the hotel and went to the police station. Downey found two yellowed booklets and after flipping through them a few times, he revealed a surprising result.
"The name Vincent was not found, uh... In fact, in the records related to the terrorist attack on the Cornwall Iron Works, there was no record of survivors. It said that all the workers in the factory were dead at that time.
, Mr. Detective, you are not mistaken, are you?"
Victor was surprised by Donnie's words. Could it be that the male prostitute was lying? Or did he remember the name wrongly?
No, why did he lie to me?
Really evil...
"There's no one named Vincent in this town?" Henry asked next.
"Based on my understanding of Valdin, I don't know the guy with this name, but you also know that because of the eastward movement, there are immigrants everywhere now, and there are many camps outside the town. There is no guarantee that Vincent will
Where to go?" Downey replied.
Henry glanced at Donnie: "Then where should we ask?"
Donnie thought for a while, pinched his beard and said, "You can go to the surrounding farms. There are a few farmers who often take in random people to milk cows for them. Maybe they can catch people from the red soil." Henry asked Donnie to lead the way, and the three of them mounted their horses and ran to a nearby farm to inquire.
In the following time, they went to three farms, but could not find anyone named "Vincent".
After that, Downey suggested that it would be better to wander along the river and look for the temporary campsites of immigrants. Maybe he could learn something from them.
The land in the east is wild but not barren, and many settlements have slowly developed from temporary immigrant camps.
The three of them rode their own horses and jogged on the outer dirt road, like cavalry on patrol.
Down the gentle slope is the Red River, the largest river in Missouri and the mother river that nurtured the indigenous people.
During the Eastward War fifty years ago, the aboriginal Valentan people were defeated by Secred near the main stream of this river. From then on, they could no longer accumulate a large-scale resistance force and eventually became an invader.
The target of massacre was the result of the "Red River Massacre" that shocked the world.
After walking along the river for an hour, they did not see an immigrant settlement, but they did encounter a convoy of immigrants that had been robbed by robbers.
On the road a hundred meters away, a caravan pulled by four horses was forced to stop in the middle of the road by six bandits. The man controlling the carriage sat in the driver's seat and shot at the bandits who were harassing him with a rifle.
In the shed behind him, a woman's frightened shouts kept coming out.
Six gangsters rode around the caravan, and the male coachman's marksmanship was very poor. He fired several shots but missed, and was finally shot down by the gangsters. He fell down and died without any last words.
Seeing the gangsters surrounding the caravan, Henry, who had a strong sense of justice, reacted more fiercely than the local sheriff. He took out his pistol and rushed over with a whip!
"Hurry and save people!"
Victor had no weapons and was about to turn around and leave. Unexpectedly, the investigator next to him came right up. Several gunshots were heard, and Donnie also drew his gun and ran out, leaving him alone and stunned.
Seeing that there were many people on the other side, Victor thought that he would definitely not be an opponent, but he did not expect that Henry's shooting skills were really accurate. With a few swishes of shots, the two gangsters on the other side fell off their horses instantly, and then Donnie also shot and killed him.
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Just after the exchange of fire, the number of people was reduced by half. The other party saw the badge on Henry's chest again, and was immediately frightened and fled in panic, quickly staying away from the stopped caravan.
Henry and Donny were still preparing to give chase, but Victor heard the exclamation of the woman in the caravan again, so he dismounted and walked to the back of the caravan, opened the curtain, and saw a young woman with black curly hair and a floral skirt inside.<
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"Don't be nervous, you are safe now..." Victor saw that the woman looked and dressed differently from other immigrants in a cultural way. She did not seem to be of the same ethnic group, but she was not a Valentine either.
"Welcome to Missoul..." Downey shot and killed another horse bandit, then stepped over his body and checked the other person's features to confirm his identity.
As a peace officer in a chaotic land, he is not surprised by such cases of road robbery. Now he doesn't even bother to move the corpses, and is ready to let these people die in the wilderness.
The young woman in the caravan recovered and told Victor that she lived in a nearby camping ground and was an immigrant from the east.
"Your coachman is dead, we can take you back." Henry also rode over. He heard that the woman's camp was nearby, so he asked her to lead the way.
Then, Henry and Donny squeezed into the driving seat in front, pulling the caravan along the river. Victor sat in the caravan to calm the woman's emotions, and their horses followed the caravan.
Downey glanced at the carriage and muttered: "Sepji women... homeless people, our government is magnanimous and did not drive them away like the aborigines."
The young woman in the carport was obviously not a mainstream immigrant, and Downey had disgust written all over his face.
About ten minutes later, they found a temporary campsite with more than a dozen people, located on the edge of a tributary of the Red River. Downey drove the carriage to the open space, removed the tow rope, and the young woman in the caravan got out and expressed to Henry
I am sincerely grateful.
"Thank you for saving my life, sir. My name is Moran Tim."
The fellow immigrants came over to help organize the goods in the caravan. Miss Moran took down the stools, tables and chairs from the rear carport, put the stools on the ground and invited Victor and the three of them to sit down.
Downey refused directly. He didn't like to stay with the immigrants, so he went to look outside the camp alone.
After Victor sat down, Miss Moran was still getting daily necessities from the caravan.
"Miss Moran, I have something to ask you. We are looking for a person named 'Vincent Tang'. Do you know him?" Henry went straight to the point and didn't waste time.
Miss Moran found a supply of cigarettes and gave them to Victor and Henry, but neither of them accepted them.
"Sir, are you a policeman from Walding? Is that person a criminal?" Miss Moran asked worriedly.
"No, don't worry, I just want to ask him a few questions..." Before Henry could finish speaking, Miss Moran's stiff movements failed to stop the collapsed cargo, and a large box fell out of the caravan and fell to the ground.
It was smashed open and the items inside were scattered all over the floor.
Miss Moran screamed in surprise, and then began to tidy up hurriedly.
Victor glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw dozens of tarot cards scattered among the pile of debris, and the Hermit card turned over was very conspicuous.
Are there Tarot cards in this world? Victor thought of a joke, but didn’t say it out loud.