America 1881: Legend of the West

Ten minutes ago, at the entrance to the sleeper car.

Chen Jianqiu stepped back from the car window. He closed the curtain of the car window and winked at Sean.

Sean inadvertently moved quietly behind a detective.

"It's still safe here, right?" Chen Jianqiu said, leaning against the carriage door and staring at the other detective.

He had a kind smile and looked harmless.

"Yes, yes." The detective touched the sweat on his forehead. He had heard the legend of the Indian for a long time. It was said that countless white soldiers died under his hands.

He turned around with lingering fear and looked out the window, but he did not dare to stick his head out of the car window. He could only judge the fighting situation at the rear of the car from the sound of gunfire.

But the next second, his mouth was covered.

A dagger penetrated his lungs from bottom to top from his back.

The detective felt that he could no longer breathe. He was speechless and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

On the other side, Sean also took out a rope and strangled the other detective's neck tightly from behind.

The gun in the detective's hand fell to the ground with a thud, and he used both hands to pull the rope around his neck.

He struggled desperately, took a few steps back, and hit the door of the carriage with the black man behind him with a "bang" sound.

Chen Jianqiu had already come closer and stabbed the detective in the heart. He turned the dagger and pulled it out, blood gushing out.

Sean was just about to push the detective's body out of the car door, but was stopped by Chen Jianqiu: "If someone at the back of the car sees it, they will know something happened here."

He knelt down, wiped his hands and dagger on the detective's clothes, and then said to Sean:

"Go to the front and rear compartments and call Danny and the others. We are about to take action."

Sean nodded and got on the roof of the car.

Chen Jianqiu stood up and looked at the remaining four rooms in the carriage.

Just as he was about to open the door of the third room, the door of the second room was opened.

The man Chen Jianqiu saw just now appeared at the door.

This man was bare-chested and very muscular. His hair was unusually lush, and his chest was covered with golden chest hair.

He was holding a cigar in his mouth, a glass of whiskey in one hand, and his pants in the other.

"MD, it's so noisy. What's going on? A bunch of people are running around on the roof of the train." The man obviously didn't hear the gunshots outside the train and didn't know what was happening outside.

When he saw Chen Jianqiu, Chen Jianqiu also saw him.

Soon enough, the man turned around and ran into the room.

He is a very experienced bounty hunter who has seen countless desperadoes roaming the west. Astor invited him to join his treasure hunting team as a consultant.

The man smelled blood on Chen Jianqiu's body.

Almost as an instinctive reaction, he immediately ran towards the gun he had placed on the shelf.

His pants fell to the ground, but he was not in the mood to pick them up. Now he only had guns in his eyes.

However, a foot kicked his bare buttocks, followed by a dagger aimed at his back.

Chen Jianqiu didn't want to make too much noise, so he didn't pull out the gun directly, but he ignored that there was a woman sitting on the bed in the room.

The woman clutched the quilt tightly to cover her body. She looked at the scene in front of her in horror, and then screamed heartbreakingly.

The man was kicked and fell to the ground. But as a hunter who has been surviving in the West for many years, his skills are not limited to drinking, winking, and playing with women.

He quickly turned over and kicked Chen Jianqiu's body behind him with his legs like a rabbit kicking an eagle.

If he were an ordinary person, he would probably be kicked firmly in the heart or lower vitals by these two feet, and then fly backwards.

But Chen Jianqiu didn't fall for the trick. His memory showed that someone had used this trick before.

The eagle has talons and a dagger in his hand.

He quickly turned sideways to avoid the two thick legs wearing "hairy long johns", and then stabbed the man's thigh with a knife!

It was very unsightly for a man with a naked buttocks to do such an action, and Chen Jianqiu couldn't tolerate him.

"what!!!"

The man screamed in pain: "Damn yellow-skinned bastard, I'll kill you!"

Now that the noise had become louder, Chen Jianqiu no longer tried to hide it. He took out the revolver from his waist and aimed a shot at the head of the man on the ground.

The man's head was opened and he lay on the ground motionless.

The woman's screams then stopped abruptly.

Chen Jianqiu walked out of the room and found that the movement here had already affected several rooms nearby.

Mr. Mark Twain's door opened, and when he saw Chen Jianqiu, he closed the door again; the scholar came out of the fourth room, he saw the revolver in Chen Jianqiu's hand, and walked back obediently; and the fifth and The door of the sixth room was opened a small crack.

The people living there are all women.

"What exactly is the organizational structure of this expedition?"

Only the door of the third room was not opened.

If he were a Pinkerton detective, he would never keep the priest in custody in the same place after that attack.

If he was really locked in this sleeper car, this would be it.

Chen Jianqiu approached the third room and gave it a gentle push.

The door is locked from the inside.

Chen Jianqiu suddenly retreated and pulled out both revolvers.

In addition to the priest, there must be someone else in this room, and it is most likely the detective guarding him.

He kicked the door open violently and stepped aside to avoid it.

"boom!"

A shotgun hit the place where he had been standing, spraying onto the window on the opposite side of the aisle, instantly shattering the window.

A Pinkerton detective pointed his gun at the door. He actually heard the movement outside.

He had already been waiting to shoot whoever opened the door.

But as he pulled the push rod to load the shotgun, two bullets hit him, followed by several more shots.

The detective was found with several holes in his body and collapsed on the ground.

Chen Jianqiu flashed through the door and raised his gun to search for any corners in the room where people might be hiding.

But there was no one else but the old Indian priest, tied to a chair.

"I'm here to save you, can you still move?" Chen Jianqiu didn't know if he understood English, and he kept talking and gesticulating.

The old Indian opened his eyes. He was very old, but his eyes were bright.

He nodded towards Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu cut the rope for him and led him out of the room.

At this time, the Dannys jumped off the roof of the car, weapons in their hands, followed by Sean and Holmes.

Suddenly, gunfire and the sound of horse hooves came from outside the carriage aisle, and they got closer and closer.

Chen Jianqiu looked outside and saw an Indian woman driving a horse toward the carriage, apparently wanting to board the carriage.

But when she was about to reach the connection, she was hit by a bullet.

She fell off her horse.

Chen Jianqiu rushed forward and pulled her up.

"Lozen?" The old Indian priest recognized the woman who had been shot.

"Mrs. Romney, please take care of this lady." Chen Jianqiu handed the unconscious Indian woman to Teresa and asked Holmes to stay with her.

He waved to the others.

"Let's go to the back of the car." Chen Jianqiu walked at the front. He put on his leather gloves and took the pump-action shotgun from Danny's hand.

In the car in front, Adam and Asuka had already heard the commotion here, but they were never worried about their boss. They stared closely at the Pinkerton detectives who were fighting the Apache Indians in front of them.

It looks like the Pinkertons have the upper hand.

Russell was delivering an impassioned speech, imagining people bragging about his exploits in capturing the Indian hero.

Chen Jianqiu felt annoyed just looking at him, so he rushed out of the carriage and spat at his back.

The poor detective chief rushed out of the train with his body and the railing, fell to the ground and rolled around before disappearing.

Sean shrugged at the departing corpse and whispered:

"Let me tell you, please don't point your fingers at him. This man holds a grudge."

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