The police were always late, and by the time the police arrived, the fire in the bar was out of control, the bartender and the bar owner who arrived later were distraught, and bar fights were normal, and it was rare to fight to this extent, with a preliminary estimate of more than $10,000 in damage.

That's $10,000 in 1920, a lot.

Zhu Shun's George White didn't run, and the others didn't care, Zhu Shun was still wearing the uniform of the Southern African Navy, and the monk couldn't run the temple if he ran away.

So Zhu Shun and George White were taken back to the police station to assist in the investigation.

"- That's the thing, the little hooligans in the bar tried to rob Sergeant Zhu Shun, but Sergeant Zhu Shun counterattacked, and then there was a brawl in the bar, and one person died in the process, that is, Jack who tried to rob Sergeant Zhu Shun at the beginning, but Jack was not killed by Sergeant Zhu Shun, but was killed by the smoke after the fire." Patton took the initiative to report to Roque that if it was only to cause property damage, Patton could handle it himself, and it would be very troublesome if someone died, and now the New York City government is demanding that the British delegation hand over the murderer and compensate the bar for the heavy damage.

It is not known by what standard the New York City government accounted for the damage, but the final figure was 1.5 million pounds, which greatly exceeded the actual damage caused by the fire.

"The New York City government says 1.5 million is 1.5 million? It's insanely poor! Roque certainly did not admit the price, and it was even more unlikely that the members of the British delegation would have diplomatic immunity in New York, and the American courts would not have the right to try members of the British Royal Navy.

Heck, Roque couldn't have imagined that Navy officers and sailors still had such privileges in the United States.

"The New York City government did it on purpose, they didn't want money at all, they just wanted to disgrace us by asking for money-" Xiao Si dismissed it, 1.5 million pounds was also a drizzle for Xiao Si and Roque, but Xiao Si and Roque would certainly not accept this kind of blackmail.

"Find a lawyer to fight a lawsuit with the New York City government, and drag him out for a year or two—" Sidney Milner also disagreed, and the New York City government wanted to build momentum and fight for more benefits for the United States in the naval conference.

"If you go to court, it will play into the hands of the Americans, and they want the Americans to see how domineering our British Empire is." Roque does not give the Americans a chance, the United States is not a threat in the Americas at all, and the Navy also needs to build momentum if it wants to pass a huge shipbuilding program.

"Do you lose money?" Xiao Si was surprised, 1.5 million pounds is not a small number, and if you build a warship, the cost of the heavy cruiser "Johannesburg" is less than 1.5 million.

Of course, when it comes to public announcements, the cost of the "Johannesburg" heavy cruise must be more than that, Edward Shipyard, like other enterprises in southern Africa, also uses a lot of African workers, and the salaries of these African workers are the same as those of southern African workers.

When Southern Africa announced to the public, the cost of the "Johannesburg" heavy cruise was 2 million rand, and the actual cost was probably more than 80 to 90.

Compared to the British battlecruiser "Hood", the cost of the "Johannesburg" heavy cruiser was much lower.

"Think beautiful-" Roque will not lose money, how good it would be to have those 1.5 million pounds to build two more "Johannesburg" cruisers.

It's probably not enough, but it's not much, and the more you build it, the lower the average cost.

Unbeknownst to Smalls and Barton, while the New York City government was on the move, Brad's office was also on the move.

The bar that was destroyed by the fire is called "Orange Sky", the owner is Italian Tony Donner, Tony Donner has been upset these days, his family lives on "Orange Sky", and now "Orange Sky" is burned down, and Tony's family is in trouble.

Just the day before yesterday, a guy claiming to be a federal government worker approached Tony Downer and gave Tony Downer $2,000 to sue the British delegation, promising to cover all the costs and pay Tony Downer another fee if he succeeded.

If this doesn't involve southern Africa, maybe Tony Downer will do it, and it's hard to say that it involves southern Africa, Tony Downer is not stupid, because he sued the British delegation for $2,000, Tony Downer really didn't dare.

"Our pubs were burned down and we lost our only source of livelihood, and the British should give us the compensation we deserve." In an apartment next to Kate Street, Tony Donner's wife, Tony Donner, and Tony Donner, have three children, and the family depends on "Orange Sky" for survival.

"Shut up, you know what? Money money money, you know money, be careful to give your life for money. "Tony Downer is very sober, he doesn't want to get involved in the conflict of interests between Britain and the United States, compared to the interests of the two countries, Tony Downer is just a small person, and he will be crushed if he is not careful.

"But we can't live without money—" screamed Tony Donner's wife.

"Shut up, I said it, I'll figure it out!" Tony Donner roared, and the children were frightened by Tony Donner and his wife, and immediately burst into tears, and a sad atmosphere filled the living room.

Bang Bang Bang –

There was a sudden knock at the door.

"Tony, are you home? I'm Camacho—"

Tony Donner was stunned, sweating profusely on his head.

"Quick, take the kids upstairs, remember, don't come down no matter what happens, I love you, darling—" Tony Donner panicked and hurried his wife and children upstairs.

The wife hurriedly carried the child upstairs, and looked at Tony Donner with a worried gaze.

Camacho is a well-known hooligan in Tony Donner's neighborhood, and legend has it that he has a close relationship with the Italian mafia, maybe a member of the mafia, and Tony Donner knows that Camacho has killed people.

Opening the door, Camacho in a suit and leather shoes stood at the door, and two thugs, the thugs looked fierce and looked at Tony Donner with malicious eyes.

Tony Donner took a deep breath and smiled, "Hello, Mr. Camacho-"

"Hey Tony, long time no see, how is business going lately-" Camacho walked straight inside, blurting out that he had said the wrong thing: "-I'm sorry, I just found out what happened, Kenny's bastard is dead, I had him put him in a sack and throw him into the River East, are you happy with the result?" ”

Tony Donner's face turned pale, he knew Camacho had done such a thing.

"Good fellow, you're a big guy now, do you know how many calls I've had about you in the past two days? Somebody asked me to give you a sum of money and send you away, somebody asked me to kill you outright, somebody asked me to protect you—God, I don't know what to do, maybe I should go to church and hear what God has to say—" Camacho sat down on the only couch in the living room, his two thugs, one behind Camacho and the other next to Tony Donner.

"Mr. Camacho, I've never paid less, for God's sake—" Tony Donner didn't know if what Camacho said was true or false, and the only thing he was certain of now was that he was in great danger.

As the boss of "Orange Sky", it is normal for Tony Donner to die now, it may be murder, or it may be blamed on others, or it may even be a myocardial infarction-

Who knows, in this era of New York, human life is not valuable, and some desperate guys will kill people for ten dollars.

"Tony, we're all poor people abandoned by God, or we wouldn't have come to New York from Italy—" Camacho pulled out a cigar, and the man next to him immediately pulled out a lighter and lit it for Camacho.

Tsk, the low-profile version of the godfather's sense of déjà vu.

"Yes, we are all Italians, for the sake of us all Italians-" Tony Donner was on the verge of crying, his spirit was in a breakdown: "-Mr. Camacho, don't kill me, I'll do whatever you tell me to do, absolutely satisfying you-"

Camacho finally smiled, very satisfied with Tony Donner's reaction: "Mr. Jorginho asks you to sign this power of attorney, and then you will get ten thousand dollars, and if I were you, I would take this money and leave New York, or even the United States, to start a new life in a new place-"

Camacho pulled out a power of attorney, which was succinct and, if signed, meant that Tony Downer had entrusted the right to claim the claim to Mr. Jorginho.

Tony Donald didn't know Jorginho, but he had heard of the name, and legend has it that Jorginho was the underground king of New York, and the entire gray area of New York belonged to Jorginho, and Camacho also worked for Jorginho.

Before Tony Donner could speak, there was another knock at the door.

Tony Donner didn't dare to open the door or speak.

"Go open the door—" Camacho put away the authorization and took a hard drag on his cigar.

"Mr. Tony Donner, is that?" At the door was a young Chinese man in a suit and leather shoes, wearing a pair of glasses and carrying a briefcase in his hand, looking like a lawyer.

"Yes, it's me, I'm Tony Donner." Tony Donner answered honestly.

"Hello Mr. Tony Donner, my name is Thundering-" Thunder introduced himself, and then saw the thug staring behind Tony Donner.

"Hello sir, I'm not going to be convenient right now—" Tony Donner didn't want Thunder to come in.

"Why?" Lei Ming's face was expressionless.

"Why don't you invite guests in, Tony, that's not Italian hospitality." Camacho would also love to hear what Thunder had to say.

Walking into the living room, Lei Ming's eyes locked on Camacho, looked at it twice, smiled and stretched out his hand: "Hello, introduce yourself, I am Lei Ming, the lawyer of the umbrella company, and I haven't asked for advice yet?" ”

Camacho's expression suddenly complicated, the name of the human shadow tree, the umbrella is famous even in New York.

New York now also has a branch of the Umbrella Company, which has about 200 or so operatives in New York.