America 1881: Legend of the West

Hernandez has not yet figured out how to contact the Astor family to demand ransom.

Astor III was already furious in the office.

The news that his precious son had disappeared reached New York that same day.

The news came to him via an urgent telegram from the steward.

The housekeeper was cornered in the scholar's room, and then bundled into a general carriage by a group of "unarmed" Pinkerton detectives.

"Where is the young master?" The butler looked at these Pinkerton "elites".

"Is he still in the room?" Bisping, who had just become the leader, replied blankly. Russell had all arranged Astor's security work before, and he knew nothing about it.

After the train stopped, the housekeeper immediately ran to the rear carriage, but it was empty.

The steward immediately told Colonel Crook the news and asked his cavalry to help him find his young master.

Colonel Crook said righteously:

"Mr. Astor was most likely taken away by those Indians. Don't worry, I will do my best to hunt them down. I will also try my best to rescue Mr. Astor."

If it were anyone else, it would have been a huge event for the heir to the Astor family to disappear in his own jurisdiction.

But Crook is different. As a top student graduating from West Point Military Academy, he has his pride.

It is precisely because of this that he is the worst performer in his class.

He was more concerned about the whereabouts of his old rival, Geronimo, than Astor.

If I catch that Indian, I will definitely kill him. As for the life or death of that wealthy young man, it has nothing to do with him.

How could the old butler who was good at personnel not see what Crook was thinking? He was so anxious that after the train arrived in Santa Fe, he immediately took the telegram to the headquarters of the Astor family in New York State.

"Trash, they are all trash!" Astor III was furious. His precious son was the sole heir of the family designated by his father.

To put it bluntly, if it weren't for his son, he might not even be able to sit in the position of head of the family.

We must find a way to find our biological son, immediately! immediately!

I can’t trust those rubbish guys at Pinkerton now; how about using my connections in politics to exert pressure? But the mountains are high and the emperor is far away. The head of the Arizona Military District has this attitude, which is obviously unreliable.

While Astor III was searching for someone who could help him, he wrote a telegram to the butler.

We can only let the housekeeper in New Mexico think of a solution first.

He writes hard and fast.

"John! John!"

The secretary outside the door was called in. Astor tore off the paper on the notebook in front of him, then turned around and took out a check from the safe, filled in a number on it, stamped it, and handed it over Secretary.

"Remit these five thousand dollars to the steward and send him a telegram according to this content."

The housekeeper who was still waiting at the train station received a telegram from Astor III. The content was surprisingly simple:

Find a reliable person in the local area and do it cheaply. The fee has been remitted and if it is not enough, please contact me again.

The butler looked desperate.

Reliable person? Where can I find reliable people in this unfamiliar ghost place?

If his young master is really in the hands of that Indian God of War, the U.S. Army can't do anything to them, and the Pinkerton Detective Agency, known as the No. 1 Security Company, was collectively disarmed by them, what can he do?

He walked towards the platform with heavy steps.

As he passed the platform, he passed two people. One of them had a raised beard, and the other looked like he was underage.

Hanif and Downey were also on the terrace. After they took the yellow cowboy hat to the nearest town, they saw the reward notice for this man on the bulletin board at the door of the police station.

Therefore, when they walked out of the gate of the police station, they were in a very happy mood.

Because Hanif had an extra $249 on his hands.

"Boss, what should we do now?" Downey asked the bounty hunter beside him who was still counting the money happily.

"Shut up! I'm not your boss, our boss is on that train now!" Hanif corrected Downey seriously,

"What should I do? Of course, continue to follow him!"

I have never seen such a good deal. I just shot a few shots and ran errands for one or two hundred dollars.

If you follow this Chinese, you must have meat to eat. If you have meat to eat, you will be the boss.

They planned to go directly to the next stop on the train, the capital of New Mexico: Santa Fe, and wait.

However, when they finally saw the train entering the station, they were dumbfounded.

Due to special reasons, Santa Fe became the terminal station for this train, but Hanif did not see Chen Jianqiu or anyone else until the passengers on it had finished disembarking.

A middle-aged man with curly hair walked out of the luxury carriage, and Hanif looked familiar.

Isn't this person the writer who was in the same carriage with Chen Jianqiu before, sitting next to him? Why did he run into the car at the back?

Hanif was about to call him, but the butler's voice came from behind:

"Mr. Mark Twain, I'm really sorry that something like this happened. I'm dealing with these difficult things here now and can't take care of you anymore."

After the incident, Mark Twain became the first person Crook asked because Chen Jianqiu, who disappeared with the Indians, was nominally his bodyguard.

But they soon figured out that this was a misunderstanding, and the writer would not know Chen Jianqiu better than they did.

"Do you want to try calling the police?" The writer held the box in his hand and gave advice to the sad-looking housekeeper.

"It's useless. If it's those Indians, Colonel Crook has already said that he will help solve it. The police can't help at all. If it's those people pretending to be your bodyguards, the police will only offer a reward to them and it won't help them. And this kind of thing, It’s better not to make a big deal about it.”

The butler sighed.

"You can only find reliable local people to solve this kind of problem. I'm going to try my luck at the local chamber of commerce."

Hanif turned around and stood in front of the butler.

He had already bought a brand new hat and a cool leather jacket with the money Chen Jianqiu gave him. Before coming to the train station, he also stopped by to straighten his hair and beard.

The butler was talking to Mark Twain and didn't even notice a person next to him. He simply ignored Hanif and continued talking to the writer.

"Hey, sir, I just heard you said that there is a kidnapping case to deal with?" Hanif gave up using his charm to attract the butler and said directly to him, "Would you like to consider me? I am an expert in this area."

Only then did the housekeeper notice Hanif and looked at him suspiciously.

Downey took out the crossed reward warrant in his arms and showed it to the butler: "We just arrested a group of robbers on the train."

Mark Twain finally saw Hanif. He only knew that this man listened to Chen Jianqiu's words, so he nodded: "Well, yes, this man is reliable."

The housekeeper was overjoyed and held Hanif's hand tightly: "That's up to you."

"So, who is the kidnapped person?"

"My young master, I was in the same car with you guys before."

"Well, do you have any clues about his kidnapper?"

"Probably a group of Indians and a team led by a yellow-skinned Asian."

"emmmmm..."

Hanif fell into deep thought, his mind spinning rapidly, and then he agreed.

The housekeeper made an appointment with Hanif at the Chamber of Commerce in Santa Fe later to discuss follow-up matters. He had to go to the bank.

Hanif watched him go away with satisfaction.

"Hey, Chen is still ruthless. This guy looks very rich at first glance. Let's act as a middleman and talk to Chen later. It's not a crime, right?"

Downey's voice came faintly from the side:

"But, we don't know where the boss and the others are now."

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