America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 109 We Are Professional Bodyguards
Aside from the map's creator, George Lockhart was probably the first person to know the map's secret.

He had been assassinated on the streets of Denver a few months earlier.

Before he died, he left a bag. Chen Jianqiu guessed that the bag should be a backup of the human skin map and a notebook recording his understanding of the map.

And that bag fell into the hands of Pinkerton's hook-nosed Lynch.

As for the notebook that appeared in this carriage, whether it was the one that Lynch got, Chen Jianqiu was not sure.

After all, as a professor of archeology at the University of Denver, Lockhart must have more than one private notebook, and Master Astor, as one of the richest people in the United States, is not difficult to get a professor's private notebook.

But if this notebook is really the one in Lynch's hands, then the situation is really hard to say.

Chen Jianqiu has never seen this man who followed him from the beginning, but he can always feel his presence.

What was this Master Astor doing in New Mexico?Are you here to find treasure?What is the relationship between him and that man?
Chen Jianqiu did not trap himself in question marks, and his way of solving problems never relied on meditation.

So he looked away first, and continued to look for other clues.

But Mark Twain's local tyrant fan meeting has come to an end.

As a literary giant, a writer who reads ten lines at a glance, he is full of praise for the opening part of Master Astor's novel:
"Excellent, Mr. Astor, you not only have business acumen, but also write very spiritually. This article is very imaginative. I think you must be a person who loves adventure?"

Astor IV's eyes lit up. For a person of his age, what could be more exciting than being appreciated by his idol?

"Ah? Is what you said true? Sir." Astor was about to jump up happily, "Yes, sir, I am very adventurous. Ever since I read your novel, I have become interested in unknown things. Full of interest."

He went to another ornate low cabinet, opened the door, took out a bottle of wine and two wine glasses, poured half a glass, and handed one of the glasses to the writer.

"Drinking, sir? J&B, it's the best scotch."

Mark Twain took the glass.

The young man didn't seem to realize that there was Chen Jianqiu in the carriage. He continued, "Sir, move to the back carriage. I will cover your fare. From here onwards are my carriages. We can Let’s discuss more about literature.”

The writer's heart skipped a beat, and he agreed in his heart, but his mouth hasn't figured out how to respond in a more gentlemanly way.

But what he didn't expect was that Chen Jianqiu, who he didn't know a few hours ago, answered for him:
"Then where are we staying?"

Astor then remembered that there was another person in the carriage, and Russell told him that this person was Mark Twain's bodyguard.

"You can move freely now." Astor pointed to the Pinkerton detectives outside the door, "We have a very professional security team."

"But we haven't escorted Mr. Mark Twain to his destination yet!" Chen Jianqiu said seriously.

Astor thought for a while, and suddenly realized, he waved to the servant: "Go, pay this gentleman the security fee for Mr. Mark Twain's journey, and they will pay as much as they want."

Chen Jianqiu suppressed his urge to report [-] US dollars, he shook his head, his expression became more serious: "Sir, you are insulting our professionalism."

The wine in Astor's mouth almost spit out in one gulp.

Professionalism?These New Mexico rednecks still have professionalism?What's more, he is an Asian yellow man!You just want more, right?

The white-haired old man lightly poked Chen Jianqiu's waist behind him, and he said softly, "I'll give you some more, it's almost done."

Only then did Chen Jianqiu realize that the old man might not be a servant, but a housekeeper.

But Chen Jianqiu still shook his head, and said righteously: "Protecting Mr. Mark Twain's safety along the way is a promise we made as protectors. I just want to fulfill our duty!"

Mark Twain looked at Chen Jianqiu's serious look, and was in a trance for a while, and almost regarded this person as his bodyguard, and was so moved that he was about to cry.

He put down the wine glass in his hand and looked at Astor: "Why don't you see?"

Astor slapped his head: "Okay, everyone, come here, don't you have much luggage? Go to the compartment in Pinkerton."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

The writer and Astor IV continued to discuss literature issues in the luxury car, while Chen Jianqiu withdrew.

He saw Russell again at the door.

Russell stood at the door and heard all the conversations in the carriage. Now he regrets 1 times that he mentioned the dead star in front of him when he reported the situation to Astor.

"Although we are colleagues, we don't compete with each other." Chen Jianqiu still had the same expression, he stretched out his hand to Russell, and Russell hated it, not to mention that the opposite was a man of Asian yellow race, so he turned his head directly and left.

Chen Jianqiu returned to his compartment.

"How is it?" Sean asked.

"Go, improve your life, and return the carriage!"

He handed the denim bag containing the dollar bills to the Danny couple and asked them to take care of Holmes in the carriage.

He called Asuka, Sean, and Adam, and returned to the luxury car.

When they got back there, the writer and Astor were gone.

This compartment is not Astor's bedroom, but a place where he meets guests and occasionally writes books.

In the back, there is a sleeper car with an aisle and several rooms. The doors of the rooms are closed, and they seem to be inhabited. Chen Jianqiu guessed that Mark Twain should live in one of the bedrooms.

Walking back, it is the compartment where the Pinkertons are located. There are only seats here, but even so, the environment is much more luxurious than most of the most upscale dining cars on the train at that time.

The Pinkertons lined up the guards, so there were usually only two or three people in the carriage, and most of them took time to sleep on the table.

Now that the train is lying down, their manpower is even more stretched.

Going further inside is the restricted area. There are two people guarding the entrance of the carriage with guns in their hands. According to them, Chen Jianqiu and the others don't need to know what's behind them, they just need to take care of the carriage in front of them.

Chen Jianqiu and the others sat and dozed off until the sunset.

The butler rolled over a trolley and handed them their supper: cream soup and potato stew.

"Sorry, in the car, I can only provide you with these simple meals."

Chen Jianqiu picked up a piece of potato and stuffed it into his mouth: "How is the person in the front car?"

"Some of them are still waiting, and some have already got off the train and looked for other means of transportation." After the butler finished speaking, he pushed the cart and left the compartment.

The Pinkerton detectives also quickly finished their dinner and returned to their posts.

As night fell, the moonlight shone on the wilderness of Mexico State, and most of the carriages of the train were plunged into darkness. Only the Pinkerton detectives carried kerosene lamps and patrolled back and forth among the carriages.

Sean, who had just eaten and drank, was lying on a chair, counting the stars through the car window.

But his hat was knocked off with a slap.

Chen Jianqiu's voice sounded in his ears:

"Don't be lazy, get up and work!"

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(End of this chapter)