America 1881: They Call Me Legend

The fake little Rockefeller was chatting and laughing with Morgan in the Masonic Salon, but the real one was in trouble.

The real owner drove Eva in a car and drove on the deserted road in the suburbs of New York.

It was a road, but it was just a road made by a carriage. Due to the high speed, little Rockefeller felt that he was about to be knocked apart.

But he had no choice.

After hitting someone and killing him, he didn't dare to walk on the highway, so he could only drive the car to a place where no one was around with his head down.

"Where are we going now?" Little Rockefeller was confused.

Eva has recovered from her narrow escape just now.

She glanced at the cowhide box at her feet, raised her hands to her knees, and opened it.

The gold is still there.

The woman's heart suddenly felt more settled.

Money is not everything, but it has many uses, one of which is to calm the mind and calm the soul.

Eva closed the box and glanced at the man driving next to her, with a somewhat complicated mentality.

Before tonight, she couldn't believe that someone would actually take risks for her.

According to Chen Jianqiu, this man may have really fallen in love with him.

As for whether I love him or not.

Eva doesn't know.

But at least the person in front of her had saved her life not long ago.

"Go to your house." Eva said firmly.

"My home?" Little Rockefeller was confused before his mind came to his senses. "I just killed someone!"

"Who saw it?" Eva glanced at little Rockefeller, "Now go to your house and pretend nothing happened."

Little Rockefeller was so enlightened that he turned the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and sped towards the place where he lived.

There was no one alive in the suburbs of New York City at night.

The surroundings were dark, except for the beams of two headlights.

The car was filled with the smell of Eva's perfume and an awkward silence.

"How did you know I was here?" Eva broke the calm.

She was afraid that if things continued like this, little Rockefeller would drive the car directly into a ditch.

"Someone called me and told me you were here and could be in danger."

Rockefeller Jr. replied as he drove the car.

"So, you're here?"

"Ah."

"Didn't the caller tell you his identity?"

"No."

Eva was lost in thought.

Apart from Harriman, who was following her, the only one who knew she was here was Chen Jianqiu.

It was impossible for Harriman to make a phone call, the only one was Chen Jianqiu.

It didn't take long from the time he left the clothing store to when Harriman was hit and killed, at least not long enough for Rockefeller Jr. to get here after receiving the call.

So the call was made before I left the clothing store.

Eva gasped.

It turns out that Chen Jianqiu had long known that Harriman would attack him today!

But he didn't remind himself.

If Rockefeller Jr. didn't come, he would be unable to catch up when he came, or he would catch up but be unable to stop Harriman.

Eva didn't dare to think about what the consequences would be.

Just when Eva was still feeling scared.

Rockefeller Jr. slammed on the brakes.

Eva's entire upper body hit the windshield.

At that time, the seat belt was not a three-point type like later, but a two-point type that fastened around the waist.

Eva almost vomited her dinner.

Her hair was all disheveled, she was a little embarrassed, and she was breathing heavily in her position.

The instigator, the driver Rockefeller Jr., was not much better.

His forehead hit the steering wheel with a thud.

Crisp and nice.

"Eva, are you okay?"

Little Rockefeller ignored his red forehead and quickly leaned over to see if his female companion sitting in the passenger seat was okay.

Eva smoothed her hair and waved her hand.

She raised her head and realized why little Rockefeller hit the brakes.

In front of the car, illuminated by the car's headlights, there were temporary roadblocks made of wooden boards and poles.

"Damn it, why are there roadblocks here!"

Little Rockefeller unbuckled his belt, jumped out of the driver's seat, and walked to the front of the car to check.

It's not far from where he lives.

Young Rockefeller would pass by this road when he went out from home on weekdays. It was considered a must-pass.

But usually there are only a few people here, but there is never such a thing as a roadblock.

At least not when he came out of the house just now.

"Mr. Rockefeller, we have been waiting for you here for a long time." A voice suddenly sounded from the darkness.

Rockefeller Jr. jerked up.

"Who? Who's there?" he shouted in the direction of the sound.But before he finished speaking, his mouth was already covered.

Little Rockefeller felt dizzy and then lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found himself tied to a pillar.

Little Rockefeller suppressed his headache and began to observe the surrounding environment.

It seemed to be a warehouse with no windows on all sides.

The only lamp hung from the beam, limiting the light in the warehouse to a very small area.

Also tied to the pillar like him was Eva.

It seemed that she was tied here after being knocked unconscious just like him.

Eva is still unconscious.

"Hey, young master, are you awake?"

A man walked from the darkness into the light and came to the front of little Rockefeller.

He was wearing a crudely made mask, and the voice came from under the mask.

"What do you want?" Little Rockefeller looked at the ugly mask, fear welling up in his heart.

"Why did you hit Harriman to death?" The masked man did not answer his question, but asked him a question.

"If you think I'm guilty, you can send me to the police instead of kidnapping me!"

Little Rockefeller's mind was spinning rapidly.

If you are caught by the police, the most you can do is to be sentenced to jail; but if you fall into the hands of people like this, you may have a narrow escape.

"Well, what's the benefit to me of sending you to the police?" the masked man said, "Besides, you people have plenty of money to hire lawyers to exonerate you. Even if you are sentenced to prison, what's the use?"

Rockefeller Jr. couldn't see his expression through the mask, which was even more frightening.

"Then you want money? I can give you money!" He said immediately, "A lot of money!"

He guessed that the masked man was probably Harriman's subordinate.

If you kidnap him but don't send him to the police, you are not wanting to do anything public, but want to do something private.

If it's private, it's nothing more than a sum of money.

As for money, the Rockefeller family has plenty of it.

Unexpectedly, the masked man just shook his head slightly, turned to face Eva, and began to look at the woman.

Little Rockefeller's blood rushed to his face:

"Asshole! Come at me if you have any problem! Don't attack that woman!"

"Snapped!"

The masked man hit back and slapped little Rockefeller on the face.

There was an extra palm mark on the eldest young master's face, which was burning and painful.

"Trash! It's a shame for a grown man to follow a woman every day and act like a bitch!"

The masked man's voice was filled with contempt.

"Trash, haha, I'm just a trash, so what? It's better than being a dog for others!" Little Rockefeller scolded.

The masked man scratched his head.

The eldest young master is so messed up that there seems to be nothing he can do against him for a while.

"You two just wait here to die!" The masked man snorted and walked out of the room.

He walked forward along the dim corridor, turned a few corners, exited the warehouse, crossed a grass field, and entered another room.

This house has three rooms.

Holliday opened the door to one.

There is a person standing in the room.

"How's it going, Holiday?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

The masked man took off his mask. It was "Doc" Holiday, the former head of the Eastern District of the Border Detective Agency and now the director of the IRS.

"It's completely ruined. There is nothing left in my mind except that woman." Holiday shrugged, "If you hadn't called me, my subordinates would have killed the couple in the clothing store. "

"Wyatt is the police chief of New York now, don't cause him any trouble." Chen Jianqiu said with a smile, "You are also the head of the IRS now, so we can play tricks together, forget about the disgraceful things."

Holiday frowned.

"Boss, this is obvious. No matter how high our position is, it was you who brought us up. We will never forget this."

Chen Jianqiu waved his hand, indicating that he did not need to continue talking.

He changed the subject:
"Young Master can't be called useless. He doesn't love the country and his beauty."

"If you laugh at him for being hopeless, he will just think about having enough food and clothing and spending the rest of his life with the people he loves. It's better than chasing a duck and doing something that he obviously can't do."

"However, I still think it is safer to kill these two people," Holiday said, "just like you planned at the beginning."

"Twenty minutes ago, Danny came to see me." Chen Jianqiu found a chair and sat down. "He asked me to let his brother live."

"His father didn't like him before. Only his brother was very kind to him. From top to bottom in the whole family, only Rockefeller Jr. was his biological brother."

"Little Rockefeller is a good man." Chen Jianqiu issued a "good man card" to the eldest young master. "A good man shouldn't die like this."

"You promised him?"

"I agreed, we made a deal. I will protect his brother for the rest of his life. If he comes to power, the Rockefeller Group will always be my friend."

"But does he know what a hidden danger it would be if his brother regretted it or was found out by someone with ulterior motives?" Holiday still felt uneasy.

"Then there's no telling who the substitute will be." Chen Jianqiu smiled, "Besides, there is a woman by his side that he loves deeply."

"He is ignorant, but that woman is extremely smart."

Holiday kind of gets it.

Chen Jianqiu stood up, picked up Holiday's mask from the table, threw it to him, and at the same time took out his golden revolver:

"It's a complete show, Mr. Director, could you please continue to complete the show together."

Holiday smiled and put on that ugly mask.

Chen Jianqiu walked to the door of another room and knocked on the door:
"Hanif! Have you changed your clothes? Why do you look like a woman?!"