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"What the hell is going on? What about the guy who should have been locked in a cell?"

Finally, Borg sent away the mayor who was obviously full of evil spirits and looked like he wanted to kill, and began to question the three policemen who only had a curtain around... Jack, Fley, Carden! Originally, the sheriff wanted to send someone to retrieve these three guys, then beat them to a disabled person, and then track down where the property he had placed in the police station was taken. But now, these three guys were obviously not the murderer who left his property and burned the police station, because no matter how much he heard, the suspect should be the yellow boy who stayed in the prison.

"Sheriff, can you find us a piece of clothing? It's so cold now..." It's November, Colorado is already a little cold. It's night again, and three light pig police officers are already trembling with cold.

"Stop talking nonsense to me, hurry up. Otherwise, I'll let someone raise a fire and put you all three on it!" Borg shouted.

"Soldier, then, that yellow man, he... has escaped from prison!" Seeing Borg's angry, the three policemen did not dare to make any requests, so they could only squeeze into a group carefully and then replied.

"Hmph...I know." Borg breathed a sigh of resentment and looked at the three of them with a grim smile: "But I don't understand, how did he escape from prison? Aren't you watching him? Three strong white men and weapons can't even look down on an empty-handed person? Are you all idiots?"

"I, we didn't expect that guy to open the cell... He was simply a natural thief. Yes, he was just a thief, yellow people were all thieves!" Fry, who had a big tan beard, couldn't help but scream, "We all thought he was locked in jail and nothing happened. But he opened the cell while we were asleep, and then... "

"What's wrong?" Weir took off his coat and covered him, and asked by the way.

"Then?..." Fry tightened his coat tremblingly: "God, that's simply a nightmare!"

"Nightmare?" Weir was a little surprised: "Did you... have any terrible experiences?"

"Of course there is, and... it's terrible!" Two more onlookers took off their coats and handed them over. Jack and Carden quickly took it over and walked on them, and then, with Fley, he said and said, restoring what they had experienced tonight...:

This is the thing. The criminal escaped from the beginning, and it was a very simple escape! The criminal, that is, the yellow boy, that is, the Chinese worker Guo Jinzhang, opened the lock of the cell in any way... However, this guy didn't run away on the spot. In the mouths of the three unlucky police officers, Borg and others knew what the kid did next, and secretly confiscated their guns while they were resting!... Since almost all the police officers in the police station went to the Huagong settlement area to monitor tonight, there were only three of them in the police station. This also made Guo Jinzhang's actions extremely smooth and there was almost no danger.

"So, when you three woke up, they found that they had been caught by that man?" Weir couldn't help asking.

"I don't know if it's considered to be arrested. But the actual situation is worse than this!" Carden took Fuley's words with a look of fear: "When we woke up, our clothes were stripped naked, only..."

"I don't care about what you have. I just want to know, why are you involved in the mayor when you were caught by that person?" Borg

roared angrily.

"Because... that yellow boy went to the mayor's house again and looted it there again!" Jack, who had not answered among the three, whispered.

"Have you robbed the mayor's house?" Weir was shocked: "After he escaped from prison, he did not escape, and he thought of robbing the mayor?"

"That's the truth." Foley cried, "and he didn't go alone. He also brought all three of us!"

"God...how dare you?" Borg was crying and had no tears. His subordinates actually participated in the robbery of the mayor. "Don't you three idiots know how much energy Mayor Charlotte has in Denver?"

"We don't want to. But... that guy tied us with explosives!"

"Fried, explosives?"

"Yes, it's explosives! Those collected by the police!" Jack squatted down in his coat and began to sob: "God. You don't know what we experienced at that time... explosives! And they are all strong explosives. Even if there is a spark, we may become minced meat flying all over the sky... Do you know how terrible it is that feeling of death? Even walking at the door of hell is not that scary!"

"That yellow...this is the way the boy took you to the mayor's house?" The explosives were covered in body? Looking at Jack squatting on the ground and trembling slightly, Borg also felt a little numb...that yellow-seed boy was so cruel: "Aren't he afraid of explosives explosion?"

"Of course he is not afraid. If he can't escape, he will be sent to the gallows tomorrow. If he doesn't have the money to run away, he will be chased and killed soon... Anyway, it's a dead end, so what else can he be afraid of? At least, if he is killed by explosives, he will die vigorously and not so cowardly. Maybe it will spread throughout the United States, making all white people be careful, know that Chinese people are not easy to mess with, and know that they will do something out of order after being provoked! It can also be an example for those Chinese who have been bullied!" Furley glanced at Borg, with a faint dissatisfaction in his eyes.

"Sort example? God!...this is all that boy told you?" Weir asked.

"Yes." Foley nodded: "That's what he told the mayor!"

"Sir, Mr. Mayor, should have bodyguards at home? Why..." Borg asked again.

"Those bodyguards are idiots. They all sleep on the first floor, but the boy climbed upstairs from outside and caught the mayor!" Jack replied.

"God..." Borg covered his face with great sorrow. No wonder Mayor Charlotte was so angry that he had been arrested before being robbed... That was the mayor! Denver's most powerful and powerful person, the yellow boy, dared to arrest such a big man... Then, he looked at his three men wrapped in coats and his heart trembled again: "It's hard, can the mayor himself...?"

"Yes. Mr. Mayor was also tied up with explosives and made into...human, human bomb!" Foley understood what Borg was trying to ask and answered immediately.

"Human Bomb?" Borg tried hard to control his heartbeat, human Bomb... What was the Chinese thinking? Human Bomb, how could he think of such a cruel trick? Does he think of death like this kind of passion?

"God... Emperor!" Borg's heart was almost out of his mouth, and Vir and the policemen around him couldn't help but cross the chest! The look at Borg even showed some pity. The disaster was too great... No wonder Mayor Charlotte seemed to want to kill someone when he came. No matter who was suddenly broken into his house while sleeping, he caught himself, and tied explosives on his body, he probably wouldn't have a good mood, let alone the mayor who holds great power? This is a journey to the verge of life and death!

"... Then, why did Mr. Mayor come here again?" Since he was arrested, he would just kill him. Why did he let the person go and make people get angry? I wonder if this matter is not controlled properly, it will kill people? Borg couldn't help but grit his teeth, and hated him so much that his teeth hurt. The yellow boy was too unreasonable to do things. However, the next words of Foley and the other two made him know what it means to be the worst, only worse:

"That boy kidnapped Mayor Charlotte's wife and son!"

"Dong!"

"Sheriff!"

"Sheriff?"

"No, I'm fine!" Shaking his head, trying to calm down for a moment, almost hit by the huge bad news and stopped beating. With the help of Vir, Borg slowly looked at Foley and the other two:

"Also, what else is there? I hope you three can tell them together and don't test my patience again."

"That guy ransacked the mayor's house. I saw him snatching a lot of documents from the mayor's safe, the office, and..." Furley said.

"What else? Say!" Borg shouted.

"Stock!" Jack interrupted, "I know that thing, it's stock...the stock of Pacific Railway!"

"Pac-Railway Company's... stock?" Hearing this, all the listeners immediately felt excited, including Sheriff Borg, who was worried and angry.

"There are several stacks, at least a dozen stacks! The denominations are all one hundred dollars!" Jack's eyes were also full of yearning.

"A stack of 100 pieces is 10,000 US dollars, more than ten stacks, that's not... more than ten thousand US dollars?" Weir began to lick his lips. No wonder the mayor was going to be angry. His wife and son were kidnapped, and there were stocks worth more than ten thousand US dollars. No, it shouldn't be more than ten thousand US dollars. After the Pacific Railway was opened, the railway company's stocks rose rapidly. Stocks with a denomination of one dollar are now worth more than one dollar, only more!
Chapter completed!