America 1919-Chapter 401 - 168, this cup is in honor of Mr. Block (a Chapter of ten thousand words, continuing to pay off the debt~)_4

They must have forgotten what Donnie’s core business is now!

Sure enough, just as Andrew Mellon had thought.

First, those who began to intervene in the investigation of the matter were the local police officers.

Elk Hills highway, the roadblock of Pandora Oil Company, was just 200 meters in front of the roadblock of Pan American Petroleum Company, where people from both sides could shout to each other and hear exactly what the other was saying.

"How about it?"

At this moment, Richard Hengkel was sitting on a temporary seat placed there, with a bottle of beer in his hand, his legs crossed on a makeshift table, and a clear smile on his face.

Next to him was Hawthorn, who had been in a state of rage before, but now he was wiping his Browning Machine Gun affectionately, without a trace of anger on his face.

Behind them stood a team of twenty.

"I’m asking you, how do you feel now?"

Seeing that Hawthorn didn’t answer his question, Richard Hengkel sat up discontentedly and then gave Hawthorn a kick.

"How else could I feel?" Hawthorn dusted off his bottom nonchalantly and then said with pride, "I’m just happy. Look at those guys over there, strutting around so arrogantly the other days, now they are so wilted they dare not even speak!"

Richard Hengkel got the satisfying reply he wanted and laughed, "I’ve told you before, just trust the boss, and there won’t be any problems!"

Hawthorn immediately retorted, "When have I ever not trusted the boss!"

"Heh heh!"

A piercing siren sounded, and a police car bearing the markings of the California Police stopped next to Pandora Oil’s roadblock. From within the car, two men wearing brown police uniforms and round hats emerged. Explore more adventures at novelbuddy

"Hey, what are you guys doing here?"

One of the two police officers, Hunter Kayo, hands on his hips, looked at Richard Hengkel and the others, ignoring the weapons they were holding.

Richard Hengkel and Hawthorn didn’t speak. Instead, Robert walked out from the recently erected temporary tent with a smile on his face.

"Gentlemen, how may I address you?"

Robert asked with a smile.

"Hunter Kayo!" Hunter introduced himself first and then his colleague, "Sodom Hall!"

Robert smiled, "I’m Robert from Atlantic City. You must have heard of me, right?"

Nonsense, of course, they had heard, otherwise they wouldn’t have dared to come over at this time.

"Someone complained about you guys setting up unauthorized roadblocks, and they were referring to you, weren’t they? Clear out, now, or be careful, or we’ll take you all back with us!" Hunter Kayo shouted loudly, and his voice reached the roadblock of Pan American Airways. The people there smiled as they heard this.

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"Understood, understood!" Robert saluted exaggeratedly and then said to Richard Hengkel and the others, "Didn’t you hear the officer’s word? Clear out, clear out!"

"Alrighty!"

Richard Hengkel and the others quickly began to pack up, placing various weapons onto trucks, and then they left!

Seeing how easily the matter was resolved made those from Pan American Petroleum quite incredulous.

But soon, they understood why the people from Pandora Oil had been so easy to deal with, because after those two police officers left, the people from Pandora Oil came back!

The roadblock was still there, but the police were gone.

Just then, trucks transporting equipment for Pandora Oil Company arrived, and the people at the roadblock from Pan American Oil saw the armed men from Pandora Oil’s roadblock rush towards them.

Coming to their vicinity, they simply said, "Let us through!"

Because Bergweid was already dead, and the other team leaders were incapacitated. In fact, at this time, the people at Pan American Oil’s roadblock were leaderless and naturally dared not oppose Richard Hengkel and the others.

So, the people from Pan American Oil obediently opened the roadblock and watched helplessly as Pandora Oil’s trucks drove into the oilfield.

Hawthorn looked at those people, stunned like wooden chickens, and proudly said, "I don’t think setting up a roadblock is of any use to you guys. We actually need one over on our side. Give it to us!"

Without waiting for an answer from the people of Pan American Oil, he ordered his men to move their roadblock to Pandora Oil’s side.

The security staff of Pan American Oil looked at each other, not knowing how to respond!

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Cafe Town.

Robert was drinking in the town’s only tavern with Hunter Kayo and Sodom Hall who he had just met.

"Robert, I’ve always wanted to have a good drink with someone from Atlantic City, and now that you’re here, we have to drink until we drop!"

With a glass in hand, Hunter Kayo said cheerfully.

Sodom Hall also smiled, "That’s right. If it weren’t for the monthly alcohol delivery from Atlantic City, our pay would still be so meager. We might be on the streets protesting like the cops in Boston by now!"

Robert raised his glass and said with a smile, "So what? The Boston police strike didn’t solve their problems, did it?"

In 1919, the United States saw a shocking and major police strike in Boston.

This was the only police strike among the many that took place across the nation, which is why it received national attention.

The sole reason for the strike was the issue of their income. At the time, Boston police officers earned very little, with a minimum wage of only 110 US Dollars a month, including the expenses for their uniforms.