America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 100 Never be killed by the weapon you sold

Holmes thought for four seconds, and it took him a second to figure it out with the bull and the gold bars in his hand appearing at the intersection behind him.

Now that this game has been added, it is not so easy to quit. The last person who wanted to quit was Lockhart, and now the grass on his grave is three feet high.

Moreover, more and more people are joining the game now.

Only the man on horseback in front can protect him.

So he rushed forward without hesitation.

Chen Jianqiu directly lifted him onto the horse:

"Do you understand?"

Holmes pondered for a moment: "I want a raise."

Chen Jianqiu laughed and galloped, leaving the white robes and the bull behind.

He was going to take Holmes to join Asuka and the others as soon as possible.

But before the rendezvous, he still has one thing to do.

A minute later, the horse stopped at the door of Browning's gun shop.

The door to the gun shop was closed, and Jerry and Browning were looking in through the side window.Browning saw the black radish parked at the door, as if seeing a savior.

"Quick, go and open the door." He shrugged Jerry with his shoulders and told him to open the door quickly.

The door opened.

Chen Jianqiu strode into the gun shop with a lever rifle on his back.

"Hey, you guys are here. The west side of the town is in turmoil. I don't know what happened. Jerry and I were thinking about going to the hotel to find you." Browning came up to meet him. He looked outside the door again and found No one followed, "Eh? Why are there only two of you?"

Chen Jianqiu didn't even look at him. He hurried past Browning and whispered to him, "Follow me to the back." Then he walked straight into the inner room without stopping.

Browning didn't know what happened, so he had to follow in.

Chen Jianqiu was not polite, and sat directly on a chair beside the table in the back room. He first took off the rifle on his back and put it on the table, then pulled out the Colt from his waist and put it on the table. next to the rifle.

He took off the gloves on his hands, and while bending over to brush the dust off his trouser legs, he asked:
"How many guns have you sold to the mayor?"

Browning was at a loss, not knowing why he was asking this at this time,
He didn't think about how to answer for a while, and he hesitated for a while: "Well, I sold it before, but..."

Chen Jianqiu straightened up, picked up the long gun on the table, and threw it directly to Browning: "Did you sell this gun from your gun shop?"

Browning wrapped his hands around the thrown long gun, stumbled back a few steps, picked up the gun and looked at it.

When Chen Jianqiu entered the door just now, he didn't pay attention, he just thought the gun looked familiar, but after he got it in his hand, he discovered the problem.

This gun was remodeled by him as an imitation of Winchester 1873. The goods just arrived two weeks ago. For this reason, he had to pay a patent fee to Winchester Company. The wording, you can't rely on it.

"How did you get this gun?" He raised his head and looked at Chen Jianqiu, only to find that Chen Jianqiu was staring at him, his face sinking like water.

"Is this something you should ask yourself?"

Chen Jianqiu took out a few bullets from the bullet belt and arranged them on the table one by one. Then he opened the Colt's bullet nest on the table and began to stuff the bullets on the table into it one by one.

"Browning, did your father teach you what is the biggest taboo of being a weapon dealer?"

Chen Jianqiu asked while stuffing the bullet.

Browning stood there bewildered, not knowing what to say.

"That is, never be killed by the weapons you sell." Chen Jianqiu loaded a gun, closed the magazine, raised the gun with both hands, and aimed his eyes along the crosshairs.

Browning suddenly felt sweat dripping down his back. He was not a fool, so he roughly guessed what happened.

"I do have been selling guns to the mayor, half the carload of Browning single-shot rifles was sold to him last time I was with you, and this lever repeater was delivered last week. It's in his hand." Browning said eagerly.

"Those bullets a few days ago were not just galvanized, were they?"

"Well, those bullets are 44-40 center-fired bullets. The charge has been changed, and they are more powerful, but they are more dangerous if they misfire." Browning paused, "This is what the mayor requested."

"So?" Chen Jianqiu put down the Colt and began to load another bullet.

Browning tensed even more, the sweat dripping down his brow as the loaded revolver lay on the table, its muzzle pointed at him.

He knows the power of this gun better than anyone, and he even does his best for it.

"Chen, you know the principles of my business. I don't ask about the privacy of my clients, and I never ask them what they do with their guns. I don't care who they kill with their guns. Even the president has nothing to do with me. .”

"I don't know what the hell the mayor did, I really, really, really don't know anything."

Browning was so anxious that his neck turned red. These were all from his heart, and they didn't seem to be fake.

Chen Jianqiu put down the gun, stood up, walked to Browning, sat on the table leaning against him, folded his hands on his chest, and said to Browning:
"John, I respect your work ethic and believe you have nothing to do with this matter, we were, are, and will continue to be great partners.

"I will not blame a friend, but I will not let any enemy go, and under normal circumstances, I don't like to associate with my enemies, and I will send them to where they should go."

Browning's back was soaked.

"Then, can you tell me about the situation of our dear mayor now." Chen Jianqiu put the two revolvers back into the holsters.

"I only know that he is acquainted with my father, which is why my father brought the branch of the gun store here from Utah." Browning shook his head, "But I can entrust my brother to go back and find my father and my father. Letters between him."

"If there is any, please keep it. I will send someone to contact you." Chen Jianqiu stood up, patted his clothes, walked out of the back room, and returned to the front hall of the gun shop.

He took the gold bar back from Holmes and handed it to Browning in front of the stunned Holmes.

"You are now the backbone of the company's original stock, don't care about those three melons and two dates." Chen Jianqiu said to Holmes with a smile, "You stay here first."

He then turned to Browning:
"This is the cost of replenishing the gun, maintenance, and modification of the gun. The rest will be counted as a deposit and placed with you. If there are other transactions in the future, it will be deducted from it first."

Browning took the gold bar, he hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Chen, can you tell me what happened tonight?"

"The mayor funded a group of thugs to loot Montrose." Chen Jianqiu said succinctly, "Your side will not be peaceful these days."

"Then what should we do?" Browning verified his guess, a little frustrated.

"I'll ask Zhang Danian to send a few people over to help you later. You just need to pay them." Chen Jianqiu looked around the gun shop and nodded, "There are only so few people in the gun shop. Shabby."

"A few people, is that enough?" Browning was still a little worried.

"Enough." Chen Jianqiu walked out of the door of the gun shop, "Because, at least half of those thugs will die tonight."

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(End of this chapter)