After hearing this, Long Hao asked: "Have you already known about Hong Zaimo's imprisonment?"

Gao Tianyang replied: "Yes, I sent you a coded telegram five days ago, but I didn't know that Master you suddenly came to San Francisco!"

Long Hao nodded. He didn't know that the SS had established an intelligence base in San Francisco, so when he secretly left Portland on a cruise ship, he was not notified here. As soon as he got off the ship, he ran back and forth between South Port and North Port.

I went there, but I didn't see the code left by Gao Tianyang in downtown San Francisco, so I missed it both times.

Long Hao smashed his fist: "Fortunately, there is still enough time. Tianyang, have you found out where Uncle Hong was imprisoned?"

If we have accurate information, rescuing Hong Zaimo will become very simple.

Gao Tianyang grinned and said: "I have checked it out a long time ago. If I want to be rescued, I can rescue him at any time!"

After all, San Francisco is currently the largest city on the west coast of the United States. Although the buildings are not high and there are no landmark buildings to show off, people still live a fulfilling life. The shipping industry is gradually prospering, and immigrants from various countries with distinctive characteristics are digging for gold.

Under the lingering heat and basking in the sunshine blowing from the Eastern Pacific Ocean, this ancient city is injecting prosperous vitality.

DeJon Wade is a Brazilian immigrant, but he speaks English and Portuguese equally well, so he found a position as a material reporter at the San Jose Courier. He carries a pen and paper and a camera every day in San Francisco.

Running around the streets and alleys, collecting news materials for the pen writers sitting in the office.

Wade is a very ambitious and diligent young man. He travels from house to house during the day and takes time to practice writing press releases at night. He dreams that one day he will be able to sit in a spacious and bright office in front of a typewriter with the smell of ink.

Work comfortably.

However, this dream seems to be getting further and further away from him recently, and Wade has even begun to worry about whether he will lose his job as a material reporter for the "San Jose Courier"!

The reason is simple. The beginning of the "Hunter case" that began in April, as well as the various news events that followed, have formed a storm that has swept the entire continental United States.

All well-known newspapers sent reporters to Anchorage, and key figures such as Burleigh, Hunter, Harrison, and Schmidt lived up to expectations and worked hard to cause news reporters to have myocardial infarctions and increase newspaper circulation crazily.

The explosive news that made readers scream for updates brought an unexpected spring to the American media industry. Everyone at those newspapers was so happy that they couldn't open their mouths from ear to ear when looking at the monthly reports with soaring performance.

If all newspapers in the United States do not publish news linked to keywords such as Alaska, Schmidt, gold mines, and statehood for a day, absolutely no one will buy it, and the San Jose Courier is no exception. Although it is a well-known media in California, if it

If you don't keep up with this news trend, no matter how loyal readers are, they won't spend money to buy your newspaper.

Therefore, the San Jose Courier has increased the number of reporters traveling to places such as Portland, Anchorage and Washington. In order to make ends meet, reporters like Wade who specialize in traveling around San Francisco have naturally taken a temporary vacation.

Half of the salary can be reduced during holidays. The manager of the Courier is indeed the most loyal believer in capital and has taken the theory of exploitation to the extreme.

Wade sat up from the bed and stretched. At this time, the sunlight had penetrated through the attic window. Wade glanced at the camera placed well beside the pillow and sighed in his heart: If it is normal, I'm afraid

Already ran two blocks...

Do you want to say that Wade hates Sheriff Burley, the initiator of all this? Not necessarily. He is also very concerned about what happens on the cold land in the far north. What he hates is just his own newspaper. After working so hard,

Why not send me to Anchorage to collect first-hand information? Do those fat white people have the courage to cross the Denali Mountains? Are they deliberately ignored just because they are Brazilians?

Thinking of this, Wade pulled out a piece of yesterday's "San Jose Courier", which said that the Alaska statehood proposal has been discussed in Congress, and the result is expected to be in mid-July, and Dr. Schmidt, a man of the hour in Portland,

, has also organized a small team composed of personnel from various companies with contracting rights, and is preparing to return to Alaska by boat. We will know whether there are mines in Alaska or not by the end of July at the earliest!

In this team, there are professionals sent by the Morgan Consortium and Carnegie Steel Company!

Wade estimates that by the end of August, this unprecedented news tornado will have died down...

Wade was thinking wildly when a commotion suddenly sounded outside the window. Sharp police whistles, chaotic horse hooves, and panicked shouts from the crowd seemed to bring the street back to the cowboy era of more than forty years ago.

Wade turned over and sat up, leaned towards the window and looked out. He saw a group of policemen in bright uniforms, riding horses and carrying guns, galloping into Chinatown on the side.

Are we going to attack the Chinese? Has the anti-Chinese wave spread to the point where even the ancient Chinatown is about to be submerged? Wade didn't bother to put on his clothes, picked up his camera, and ran downstairs.

The keen Brazilians felt that this was big news and that this was their chance to end their 'holiday'!

Stevenson rode on horseback and rushed to the front. Looking at the Chinese people fleeing in all directions in front of him, the turmoil in his heart seemed to be swept away: "When the police handle the case, except for the Hong family, everyone should avoid me! Otherwise,

If it is accidentally injured, the police chief will not be held responsible!"

The two "bang bang" shots added another goblet of hot oil to the already chaotic Chinatown.

The police on the cavalry team quickly found the Hong Mansion and blocked the gate. Stevenson was careful enough and waved his hand, asking four colleagues to outflank the back road to prevent the important target of this trip from escaping!

The foreign police surrounded the Hong Mansion, and the Chinese in Chinatown all knew the news. Whether they liked it or not, they all put down what they were doing and gathered around to watch.

The roads in Chinatown were already narrow, but now, even if the people from Hong Mansion wanted to escape, there would be no gaps left.

After the arrangements were properly made, Stevenson held onto the pistol on his waist, jumped off his horse with a bit of energy, and called to his colleagues: "Leave some people to guard the door, and the rest, follow me in!"

Most of these colleagues are police officers who have signed confessions. They and Stevenson are already on the same rope. If Hong Zaikun is not caught this time, the charges will not be brought against the Hong family.

Therefore, the police were very agile and worked together.

Everyone in the Hong Mansion shrank back into the courtyard. Stevenson ordered someone to open the door and was about to step in. Unexpectedly, a flash of light lit up next to him, almost blinding him.

"FUCK, who?"

"I am Wade, a reporter from the San Jose Courier. I would like to ask if the police department mobilized a large number of troops to break into the Hong family's mansion. Did the Hong family commit any serious crime?" Behind the camera, Wade revealed his head and came over to ask Stevenson a question. .

A newspaper reporter?

Stevenson loosened his hand on his waist, stuffed the half-drawn pistol back, thought for a while and said: "You want to know? Then you can follow behind, but don't hinder us from handling the case!"

To be honest, Stevenson only wanted to catch Hong Jae-Kun, who had deceived him, and bring him back, to accuse him, and to prove that his loss was just.

I really don’t have that extravagant hope for the Hong family, which has a huge business and a large family.

A reporter followed to let the citizens know the whole story, which was much more effective than me explaining it later! Not to mention, Stevenson was not a second-generation official who was just a fool, and he still had some thoughts in his heart.

Wade was overjoyed, and quickly followed him in with his big camera, thinking happily: When I go out now, the editor-in-chief will look at me with admiration?

At the same time, Wade felt that his decision to rent a house next door to Chinatown was really wise!

Hong Tianzhu was ill and was about to die, so the eldest son of the Hong Mansion, Hong Zaiqian, took the decision. When he saw Stevenson walking in aggressively, he had to put on a smile to welcome this 'evil guest'.

Stevenson didn't look at Hong Zaiqian and only asked: "Where is Hong Zaikun? I'm here to arrest him. You Hong family members know what's going on and don't stop him!"

Hong Zaiqian was shocked and surprised: "I don't know what crime my second brother has committed, but he actually came to this place like this with the help of Sheriff Stevenson!"

Stevenson originally didn't want to deal with what Hong Zaiqian did, because Hong Zaikun was among the crowd behind Hong Zaiqian, so he just had to arrest him and take him away.

However, Stevenson glanced and saw reporter Wade who was following closely behind. He coughed and said in a cold voice: "This is a serious crime. Hong Zaikun allowed his son and his men to invade the Spanish businessman's fishing grounds. I will lead people When we went to learn about the situation, his son was so crazy that he actually shot at us. We were caught off guard and drew our guns to fight back. Although we won in the end, twenty-four policemen were already dead!"

As soon as these words came out, Hong Zaiqian felt dizzy, and Hong Zaikun collapsed on the ground like mud, shouting: "You wronged me, you charged me a thousand dollars, you, you are slandering me!"

Twenty-four police officers died! The murderer was actually a member of the Hong family in Chinatown!

This was shocking news! Wade felt his hands trembling. He quickly raised the camera and clicked to take a picture of the Hong Mansion family's devastated beings.

Tomorrow's front page headline will be mine! Wade's breathing became audibly rapid.
Chapter completed!