America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 105 The Gunner's Biography?
"Get off!"

The yellow cowboy hat roared angrily, the muzzle of his gun trembling.

Teresa was awakened by the roar. She opened her eyes and asked her husband, who was still reading the newspaper, "Honey, what's wrong?"

Danny didn't take his eyes off the newspaper: "Robber, go on sleeping."

Teresa looked at the cowboy hat at the door, rolled her eyes, gathered the clothes covering her body, and continued to close her eyes.

Holmes was holding the notebook in his hand, facing the human skin map, discussing something with Asuka next to him.

Isn't it just robbery? During this period of time, he lived a life full of bullets flying in his head. He was tied up several times just for kidnapping. Robbery?Then grab it, anyway, I am now the original shareholder of the team's spirit, penniless.

Asuka and Xiao En looked calm, and their boss didn't say anything.If he really wanted to do something, Chen Jianqiu would be the first to do it. If not, then he must have already made up his mind.

There were bursts of snoring from the back of the carriage, only the sound was heard, but the person could not be seen.

The people around Adam got out of the car with their hands raised. He occupied the entire chair and was soundly asleep. The gunshots and roars had nothing to do with him.

And Chen Jianqiu was leaning against the window, chatting with Mark Twain through Sean.

"I've written novels before, but of course I can't compare them to yours. I think western themes are interesting, such as cowboys, gunmen, and train robbery."

The writer was overwhelmed.

Grab the train?So am I not collecting materials on the spot now?

"Look, I'll take train robbing as an example. These people obviously didn't do research and investigation in advance, and they just rob ordinary cars when they come up, regardless of the luxury cars behind." Chen Jianqiu talked to the writer, "You count Expenses for explosives and bullets, wear and tear on guns, fodder for horses, etc., are not guaranteed to be recovered."

The sallow face of the yellow cowboy hat was flushed with blood, and the gun in his hand was pointed at Chen Jianqiu without moving. He turned his head and whispered to a subordinate behind him: "Take the others to the back compartment to have a look."

The man got out of the car quickly and went to greet the brothers who were still robbing the "poor ghost" in the first compartment.

Then, his eyes stopped on the bulging bag beside Chen Jianqiu.

"Cowboy, hand over that bag." He tried to wrest the conversation back.

But Chen Jianqiu didn't seem to care about him, he continued to say to the writer:

"When these people surrounded the front of the car, they didn't seem to notice that this car was not policed, which means that many of the passengers in this car were armed, and they didn't disarm immediately. But Luckily for them, there was no resistance in the first car."

The hairs on the back of the yellow cowboy hat stood up, and he realized that he seemed to have overlooked something.

Chen Jianqiu's words didn't stop: "Besides, it's too sloppy to do things. It's really not professional enough to let the robbed person say so many irrelevant things at gunpoint during the robbery."

The cowboy hat couldn't take it anymore, and he pulled the trigger of the revolver in his hand.

But there was a gunshot in the carriage before he fired.

Almost instantly, Chen Jianqiu had an extra Colt in his right hand, and the gun was still smoking.

The yellow cowboy hat wailed over the hand that used to hold the gun. Two of his fingers had been knocked off, the wound was bloody, and the revolver fell to the floor.

The Colt in Chen Jianqiu's hand turned twice and returned to the holster around his waist.

He glanced at the revolver on the ground, and shook his head: "The last point, the Lemat revolver has one more barrel than other revolvers, is heavier than other revolvers, and has a forward center of gravity, so the accuracy is difficult to control, so it needs to be practiced."

Mark Twain's eyes widened. He didn't see clearly how Chen Jianqiu pulled out his gun, and how he hit the hand holding the gun in the yellow cowboy hat in an instant.

What's even more surprising is that the other people in the carriage seemed to be used to it and didn't react too much.

Danny was still looking at his newspaper. Asuka and Sean each held a gun in their hands, looking at the cowboy hat with two missing fingers with interest.

The snoring at the back of the carriage was even louder.

The boys behind the yellow cowboy hat saw that their boss was injured, one supported him and pulled him back, and the other rushed to the front with a "wow" and raised his gun to shoot.

"boom!"

There was a big hole in Ma Zai's chest, and he flew backwards. Under the gaze of the yellow cowboy hat and another person, he fell heavily at the junction of the carriages, and then remained motionless.

dead.

Teresa, who was still sleeping just now, sat up, and the coat she was wearing fell to the ground.

She held Chen Jianqiu's pump-action shotgun in her hand, her eyes were red and she was full of anger.

"Go away! Let no one sleep!"

Two more shots, like venting, hit the horse boy's body, and the body quickly turned into a lump of rotten meat.

This shotgun was originally placed under Danny's seat because Chen Jianqiu thought it was too crappy. Who would have thought that the old woman would be so angry after being woken up, so she just picked up the gun and just made a fuss.

"Yes, honey, this man really deserves to die." Danny put down the newspaper in his hand, stood up cautiously, took the shotgun from his wife,

But Teresa didn't seem to be relieved yet, she pulled out the revolver on Danny's waist and shot another shot at the door of the carriage.

The yellow cowboy hat and the horse boy scrambled and ran backwards.

But before he could take a few steps, he was shot again in the calf.

It was a man with an upturned beard in the rear compartment who fired the shot. He and a young entourage trotted over.

It's Hanif and Downey.

Downey held the rope in his hand and tied the yellow cowboy hat to his horse boy.

At this time, the subordinates in the yellow cowboy hat had already ran to the last luxury car under the leadership of a horse boy, and no one could save him.

Donnitti sneaked the cowboy to enter the car through the front door, but saw Chen Jianqiu waving to him from the car window, so he ran over and threw the two of them under the car window.

"Boss, how do we deal with these two people? It's just a matter of one word." Hanif rubbed his hands.

"While these two are still alive, you can directly sell them to a nearby town. I guess there should be a reward for them there, but I don't know how much."

"Anyway, the train won't be able to move for a while, so go ahead, I don't want your bounty, just pay ten points of tithe."

After hearing this, Hanif was very happy and left with two people on his shoulders. These two people may be the first prey he was able to receive the bounty after a few months.

Chen Jianqiu looked back at the carriage again.

"My dear, let's calm down." Danny took back the gun from Teresa's hand and comforted the angry woman.

Except for Adam who was still sleeping soundly, everyone else chose to shut up by coincidence, and they began to feel a little bit of sympathy for that burly man in the south.

Oh, poor Danny, what a day-to-day life the last few decades.

Chen Jianqiu sighed, and spread his hands to Mark Twain, who was still in shock, and said softly, "Mr. Writer, I'm so sorry that someone interrupted our chat just now. Let's continue talking about robbing the train?"

Mark Twain shook his head, he is now very interested in the Chinese people in front of him:
"How about I write you a biography?"

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