The gold bricks were taken away by Miller and the others, but they were not willing to give them to Long Hao!

Long Ganruo cried so hard that Major General Miller frowned, and said that this person was ungrateful and was determined to be eager to move the gold bricks, but he didn't dare to deal with him?

However, just as Miller was hesitating whether to make trouble for Long Gan Ruo, the reporters in the yard also picked up their cameras and rushed out, quickly occupying various good positions for taking pictures like returning the stars, and took pictures of the scene of "the local tyrant bully robbing gold bricks".

The reporters' actions made Major General Miller wake up from the joy of obtaining the gold bricks: Yes, I almost forgot that the words could make these reporters make up random things, but the photos must be confiscated, and no one left! Otherwise, they will be exposed and will not be able to escape when the time comes. There will be countless vultures who come to share the fragrance and eat and share the meat! I will be very annoyed!

Major General Miller, who recalled the matter of being in charge of the reporter, immediately hummed in his nose and ordered: "Their cameras are confiscated! This is a confidential service by the Military Department. You reporters are so ungrateful. Let your newspaper boss come to the dock to collect these cameras later!"

Today is different, but Major General Miller's order has been responded positively: Please, a large piece of gold brick has been obtained. In order to make a little more money, what is the value of beating a reporter and robbing a camera? Even if we want to shoot and kill someone, we will also sacrifice for the shining and heartwarming gold! Besides, we are killing people for the Federal Military Department, who can still convict us?

It was with this thought that the dog legs that had been wilted for a long time broke out. They roared, as if a hungry tiger was going down the mountain, spreading their arms, and surrounding the reporters coming out of the yard like an eagle catching a chicken!

A dog leg with fast legs. An old fist was first opened, knocking a thin reporter to the ground, snatched the heavy camera, and didn't take it back, but directly slapped it on the ground, and stomped it hard with his feet. Go and stomped! The fist was sharp and his feet were superb. It made the reporter who was knocked over cry and called his parents in pain. He didn't care about the pain, kicked it, and snatched it, holding the calves that hugged the dog leg and bit it...

With the first one, there is no need to mention the remaining scenes. The reporter who has been used to being the uncrowned king these days did not expect that Miller would be so shameless. He actually ordered to take his camera and hit his own people? Unpredictable, more than half of the reporters were beaten to the ground in the first wave of shocks, and the camera in his hand was also half damaged and fell into pieces!

But not all reporters were powerless. For example, several reporters who seemed to be San Jose Messenger. They seemed to have expected Miller to order them to move them. Before their legs moved, they stopped taking photos first. They turned around and ran out, and shamelessly threw out many dollar bills while running. Their heads were as scattered as the goddess, which was very eye-catching.

Not only was the scene so stunned, but the people around were also stunned: These reporters are so awesome, with change in their pockets. Could it be that they had expected this disaster? Or was their professional habits that determine that they were always ready to... escape?

After being stunned, the people close to each other could not withstand the temptation of the US dollar. Although the denomination was small, it was still money that could be used!

What if you don't grab it?

So, a group of neighbors rushed up and immediately separated the dog's legs from the reporters who were scattering money. Those who picked up money, those who chased people, and those who hid... made the scene very chaotic!

On several high buildings opposite the consulate compound, a SS member put down his gun and smiled and said, "It seems that there is no need to shoot to protect it. This is a melee, and there is no system at all... It's hard to do for Lord Long. The crying sounds, shocking the sky and the earth, are all coming here!"

After saying this, a few hissing laughter echoed next to him.

"What a difficult thing for him? If his acting skills are seen by the young master, he will be given a maximum of 10 points!" A cold snorted beside him, but it was Gao Tianyang. The leader Gao said: "You don't have to be nervous. Our mission this time is not to ensure that one person is not dead. As long as the loss is kept to the minimum range, even if the task is completed! Hehe, the residents of Chinatown also need a wake-up call to wake them up!"

At the entrance of the Qing Dynasty Consulate, the situation suddenly became a little uncontrollable because of the reporters who threw money. Although the number of dog legs was absolutely superior, the British sailors were ready to help, but they still couldn't resist these reporters being slippery and lost in a moment!

Major General Miller was so angry that he tilted his nose when he saw this. He called several leaders of the unscrupulous business and scolded: "Look at your subordinates, a group of mobs, and a bag of wine! Think about it carefully, who can catch these escaped reporters back? I want these photos of today, even half of them can't leak out of San Francisco!"

Major General Miller got angry, and several leaders of the prodigal businessmen were depressed and did not dare to say anything: We are prodigal businessmen, and our subordinates are not mobs. Are they still elite soldiers in a hundred battles? You are a general, you have received professional military education, why didn’t you expect this situation in advance? Looking back, you don’t have the ability to clean up the stalls, why do you have to play with your power? Announce an order to arrest in public. If we were to make an excuse, such as asking them to have tea in the teahouse, or something, and then wait for people to gather and take it down together...

These profiteers complained deeply, but they really couldn't come up with any decent method: Your uncle has slipped away. Who can block it from San Francisco as big as that?

The prodigal businessmen were all sweating and sitting on wax. Major General Miller roared with his broken mouth. At this moment of 'danger', a middle-aged Chinese man with a shiny braid showed up and interrupted: "General, the young man has a way to catch these reporters and ensure that half of the photos inside are leaked!"

"Well, who are you?"

Major General Miller took a breath and glanced at the Chinese, and couldn't help but look down on him: Where did this person appear? The guards, why are there no one stopping him? Hey, it's such a rabble, it's so unreliable!

"Haha, the little one is named Hong Zaigen, he is from the Chinese Association."

The middle-aged Chinese man held his sleeves and smiled flatteringly, and someone next to him soon followed Miller to explain the origin of Hong Zaigen's identity.

Hong Zaigen contributed a lot of manpower and material resources to this anti-Earl march. The leaders of foreigners and businessmen also valued him very much. At this time, they also raised their heads and spoke to Hong Zaigen: "This Mr. Hong is quite energetic in Chinatown... Moreover, the packages sent to the outside world in San Francisco are mostly transported by his subordinates..."

This is extremely subtle, and it is translated in a blunt way: As long as the reporters haven't left Chinatown, Hong Zaigen will have the ability to pull them out and hand them over to Miller. Even if they want to send photos out, they have to pass Hong Zaigen's level. They have controlled most of the Hongmen who are transporting and delivering coolies. If they want to intercept a package, they can be considered as sprinkling water and easy.

Miller quickly understood, so he changed his eyes and looked at Hong Zaigen, who looked expectant and bowed, and said, "You are very good. Do your best to do it. Once you have done it, I will give you what you want!"

After hearing this, Hong Zaigen was like a wild dog who was rewarded with flesh and bones. His face was filled with joy and said quickly: "Yes, yes! Thank you for giving Xiao this opportunity. Xiao will do his best to do it. I guarantee that you will not disappoint you!"

After saying that, Hong Zaigen turned around and issued an order. With a word from him, the confidants in Hongmen immediately took action and dispersed from the gate of the consulate to all directions, like falcons coming out of the nest for food.

When Hong Zaigen's confidant went to arrest the reporters who missed the net, the smashing and looting at the gate of the consulate came to an end, leaving behind a reporter who was beaten to the point of pain and a smashed camera. The parts all over the ground rolled around, and some were picked up by bold children, and put them on their fingers as rings and played with them.

"Okay, find a car and transport this big gold brick away first!"

Major General Miller frowned. He still focused on the most important spoil of the Big Gold Brick. This is a big guy weighing 20 tons. It is probably not realistic to rely on manual pushing alone. Haven't you seen the dozen or so dogs who pushed the cart just now, and he was so tired that he was like a dead dog exposed to the scorching sun, lying on the ground and sticking out his tongue!

In an instant, Major General Miller suddenly complained to Long Hao: Paralyzed, 20 tons of gold nuggets, how did you transport them? Why didn’t you even stay a car? How did I transport them back to the dock and get on the boat?

Looking for a car?

The profiteers were sitting in a wax again: they came to parade and checked if they had any chance to take advantage of the gold bricks, but they didn't prepare any cars! Besides, this thing is heavy, 20 tons, and ordinary cars can't be pulled!

At this moment, Hong Zaigen, the new big-legged dog, was still considerate and useful. He leaned forward and said, "General, the car is small, but you have to wait for a while and you will be here later."

"Okay, wait! You are doing things well, very well, much better than them!"

Major General Miller looked at Hong Zaigen with admiration and smiled on his face. After Hong Zaigen received praise, he did not disappoint the new master. It only took more than 20 minutes before a shout came from outside the crowd: A large car was pushed in from the outside.

When the Chinese watching next to him saw it, they almost shouted: This car is so familiar, is it the tram at the intersection of Chinatown?

Damn, that bastard Hong Zaigen actually dismantled the car?

This is a means of transportation that we often use when traveling. When it was first opened, everyone donated money. You can tear it down as soon as you say it. Do you still take our neighbors seriously?

It's really hateful!

"Hey, that's our tram! Stop and stop pushing!"

"Yes, where can I get rid of it? You still want to push it? Is it shameless?"

"Hong Zaigen, who gave you the right to dismantle the tram? If you want to please foreigners, just stick your butt out, don't cheat the neighbors!"

...

As the shouts and curses were heard upstairs and downstairs on both sides of the street, all kinds of debris, such as melon seeds, orange peels, vegetable leaves, etc., hitting the tram in the center like rain, causing more than a dozen Hong Zaigen, who were driving horses and pushing the cart, was very embarrassed: This made it like parading in the streets, sixth young master, you have caused us to suffer!

Hong Zaigen is by Major General Miller's side. Seeing this, his face must be bad, but he has no choice but to drag such a heavy gold brick away, an ordinary carriage is not a problem. Only by dismantling the steel-built tram at the intersection from the street can he bear such a heavy gold brick!

Humph, it's just a tram. As long as I can get the appreciation of this military major general, after I capture Long Hao, I have the financial support of Mr. Kant and the military assistance of this major general. I am still afraid that I can't unify the Hongmen? Take San Francisco well in my hands? Hong Zaigen thought so, so he made a heart and ordered his confidant: "Click me, whoever dares to stop the tram will be killed!"

The confidant next to him was shocked: "Sixth Young Master, those are all neighbors, shooting? No. Isn't it okay?"

Hong Zaigen glared: "I don't know them yet? Just shoot, and they will naturally silence when they hear the gunshot! Everyone knows that everything is worth life, right?"

The confidant sighed in his heart and bent down to pass the order.

I have to say that Hong Zaigen took the veins of these neighbors very accurately. After a few "bang" sounded, the melon shells and fruit peels stopped like rain and the sky was clear.

The residents of Chinatown who were frightened by the gunshots made way. On the street outside the consulate, ten good horses dragged a tram with ropes. Under the force of more than a dozen Chinese men behind, they drove towards the large gold bricks at the entrance of the courtyard at five yards.

Although the speed is not fast, it is enough for Miller to transport the Big BRICS back to the port.

"Hong. You have a good mind, and you can think of such a method!"

Seeing that the unreasonably heavy brick was already being transported into the car. Major General Miller laughed openly, patted Hong Zaigen's shoulders with a flattering voice, and praised repeatedly: "Although you are Chinese, I am optimistic about you. After this matter is over, are you interested in coming to the military headquarters to help me?"

"Ah. Thanks to the general's favor, but the young man is still at home, I'm afraid..."

Hong Zaigen was startled and quickly declined, and cursed in his heart: What to help you? I have a great foundation here and will accept it. How can I be your lifelong tyrant? Get out of here, a dead Russian!

Fortunately, Major General Miller was polite. Seeing Hong Zaigen refused, he didn't say anything. Instead, he got on the tram, checked the bricks in person, and waved his hand to announce: "It's OK, let's go, let's go back to the trade port!"

Miller and his team returned in line, and Long Ganruo was still screaming at the gate of the courtyard: "Oh my God, is there any reason for the law? The young master's gold bricks, the young master's life-saving bricks were pulled away by them! Robbers, the people from the US** division are big robbers! Woo woo, and Hongmen, are you not our blood-connected compatriots? The foreigners want to move the gold bricks, but you don't stop them, and you have prepared the car! Mr. Hong, Mr. Fang, why don't you come out to stop them..."

However, no matter how miserable Long Ganruo cried, the consulate officials next to him or the neighbors who were frightened by gunfire upstairs and downstairs all responded to all this with indifferent and numb eyes. Only a very small number of young people occasionally showed a blazing flame in their pupils...

Gao Tianyang sighed at the sniper point of the tall building: "The performance of Ganzi is also qualified. Alas, these 'backgrounds' are really sad!"

A member of the group next to him asked in confusion: "Gao Group, do you want to order the shooting? It's a bit difficult for our ten groups to keep the foreigners below, but it's not impossible!"

"What shot?"

Gao Tianyang chuckled, "Everything is in the master's control, but this way of transporting gold bricks is a bit unexpected... In fact, it's so safe for you to feel at ease. The gold bricks are heavy, but not as exaggerated as 40,000 pounds!"

“Huh?”

Another member of the group put down his gun, turned around and asked in surprise: "Why is this?"

"You will know after watching it. Wait for a while, the show will be on the stage..." Gao Tianyang smiled playfully, "It's a pity that the big car we hid next to us. It seems that the foreigners' inquiry work is really not worth mentioning. Such a conspicuous car... Well, maybe there are too many neighbors in the neighborhood, and it may be blocked."

"Gao Tuan, just let them go like this? Even if the gold bricks are not heavy, they will still be a lot of money. Is it just for free to give to foreigners?" A member of the group was dissatisfied and said, "Also, the Hongmen really disappointed us. Let the Hong Zaigen make trouble, will the head and mind above intervene?"

"What do you care about so much? The young master will make a decision on the Hongmen affairs!" Gao Tianyang patted the team member's head and cursed with a smile: "As long as there will be a big riot, you will all give me some energy to minimize damage to the elderly, young, women and children!"

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Under the high-rise buildings in Chinatown, the tram was only equipped with that gold brick, but even so, the wheels were pressed very flat when they marched, so the above was no longer carried. Instead, it was pulled and pushed by a hybrid force of man and horse, and slowly moved forward on the streets not wide, surrounded by a mixed formation of British sailors and profiteers.

The tram was moving very slowly. After about ten minutes, it turned around and threw the Qing consulate behind it into the pile of old papers in sight.

Major General Miller walked in the front and was quite a bit like the top scorer. He pulled a float and rode a horse and paraded. He was proud and satisfied. The sensation in his heart could not be stopped. Even the gauze on his broken mouth seemed to reflect a golden light called "making fortune".
Chapter completed!