America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 107 Meet Detective Pinkerton Again

The gunfire from the carriages at the back of the train died down, followed by a burst of loud shouting.

Chen Jianqiu recovered from his contemplation, he stuck his head out of the window again and looked back.

At the junction of the luxury carriages at the back, corpses were thrown out one by one, and they were all robbers in clothes;

The few surviving guys had their hands tied behind them and were escorted down by a few men in suits holding rifles.

The corpses were placed side by side in a row on the ground, and the few living robbers, held by men in suits with guns, faced the railroad tracks and knelt beside the corpses.

A man in a soft-brimmed top hat, smoking a cigarette and walking unhurriedly up to the first robber, with a revolver in his hand, stepped out of the train.

The passengers in the front compartment who were forced to get off stretched their necks to look this way.

He threw away the cigarette in his hand and shot the first robber in the head.

"boom!"

A streak of blood appeared on the robber's head, and he fell forward, knocking his head on the ground, lifeless.

Immediately afterwards, he began to line up to shoot the robbers.

When the last one fell to the ground, the man coolly handed the gun in his hand to one of his subordinates, turned around and walked towards the front compartment.

There was a wild cheer from the crowd, some of them even tossed their hats high.

"Salute to the warriors who killed the robbers!"

The man smiled and waved at them.

"Friends, you are safe now, go back to your place." He said as he walked towards Chen Jianqiu's compartment.

At the junction of the carriages, he saw the battered corpse.

He frowned, kicked the corpse down, and walked towards Chen Jianqiu.

He came to Chen Jianqiu's side: "Sir, I heard that you subdued the leader of these robbers, is that true?"

Chen Jianqiu raised his eyebrows: "You and your people have been watching from behind?"

"Sorry, we are not marshals, we have our own responsibilities." The man replied very officially.

"No, it's not me. The person who subdued them took them to collect the bounty."

The man nodded, his eyes did not leave Chen Jianqiu: "Hello, my name is Russell Crowe, I am from New York, and I am a detective of Pinkerton Detective Agency."

Asuka and Holmes glanced at each other, Sean lowered his eyelids and looked towards the floor.

"Huh?" Chen Jianqiu's face didn't change much.

Russell didn't seem to notice the reactions of those around him, he glanced at the gun on Chen Jianqiu's waist, and continued:
"In order to prevent such unpleasant things from happening again, we would like to check the identities of the passengers. So, can you tell me your name, nationality, occupation?"

After he finished speaking, no one responded to him.

The passengers in the carriage hadn't come back up yet, and when they saw the corpse outside the carriage, they were all in awe.

The carriage was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Behind the man, Asuka and Danny's hands gradually slid towards his waist.

"Um, Mr. Crowe, I would like to ask, you don't have the right to enforce the law on this train, do you?"

Mark Twain spoke suddenly. He sat in the back and only heard the gunshots outside. He did not see what happened.

Russell turned his head and stared intently at the writer's face for 10 seconds, remembering the exact same photo he had seen in the "New York Times" not long ago, with an extremely restrained professional smile on his face.

"You are Mr. Mark Twain, a famous writer. I've known you for a long time. It's a great honor to meet you here. But why do you stay here alone in an ordinary car?"

Mark Twain didn't answer because he really didn't know what to say.

It's all nonsense.

If you can afford a ticket for a deluxe carriage, will you still sit in an ordinary carriage?

As a well-paid best-selling author, the 45-year-old does have a chance of becoming a rich man, provided he doesn't touch typewriters, publishing houses and other messy investments.

The most important thing is that I didn't touch the damn thing like stocks.

If he hadn't lost his pants due to various investment losses, he wouldn't have gone to the west to collect materials to write a new book to pay off his debts.

Seeing that Mark Twain didn't speak, Russell didn't have the nerve to ask further questions. He glanced at Chen Jianqiu and made up his mind.

All right, anyone is welcome, these people are probably colleagues, although they don't look as professional as myself, co-authored by a great writer to experience life in an ordinary car.

"Sorry to bother you, Mr. Writer, we are providing security services to a distinguished gentleman in a luxury car."

Russell took a square from his breast pocket and wiped his nose.

"We will send people to contact people nearby to deal with the bombed rails, but in the meantime, I hope you will not get close to the luxury carriages, so as not to cause unnecessary misunderstandings."

These words were addressed to Chen Jianqiu, and he turned and left after speaking.

"It's another Fultz." Chen Jianqiu looked at Russell's back and snorted coldly.

"Boss, that person probably didn't recognize our identities just now?" Xiao En said quietly to Chen Jianqiu.

"Probably not. Their organizations should also carry out tasks independently. For example, those who followed us first and those we caught in Denver before are not a group of people, and this group of people should come from the east."

Chen Jianqiu fell into deep thought again.

Along the way, I met a lot of people who made trouble for them. Some were interested in treasures, such as Morris and Hernandez; some were interested in their bounties, such as the Bain brothers; Beliefs until psychologically distorted, and those who are immortal, such as Fultz.

But he really didn't quite understand what kind of the Pinkerton agents who followed him belonged to the first group. The only time he could be sure of a direct confrontation so far was in the cave outside Montrose.

Moreover, after his subsequent analysis, the attack should have been purely accidental, and the agent should not have been instructed by the above.

So, what are these people up to?

The passengers who were kicked out of the car have returned to the carriage one after another, chatting about what happened just now.

They all boasted of the heroic demeanor of the well-dressed white detectives when they killed the robbers, but they stayed away from the country bumpkins with the same skin color who also killed the robbers.

Chen Jianqiu didn't care about the strange eyes of these people. If he cared about these things, he might not survive a month after waking up from time travel.

The conductor of the train suddenly appeared. When the robbery happened just now, he locked himself in his small private room, squatted in the corner, and silently said that the years are quiet and everything is peaceful.

Then Pinkerton detectives "politely" brought him out.

He was sent to the nearest railway administration to find help.

So the train just stopped in the wilderness, and everyone waited but waited.

But not long after, a well-dressed servant appeared in the carriage where Chen Jianqiu was. He said to Chen Jianqiu and Mark Twain very respectfully:

"Gentlemen, if you like, please come with me, my master is willing."

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