America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 111 The Showdown in the Dark Carriage
Chen Jianqiu exerted strength from his waist and abdomen, and returned to the roof of the car.

If the Indian priest was locked in the sleeping car of the expedition team, the guards there should not be so lax, and he could use the name of Mark Twain to investigate later.

But if not there.

Chen Jianqiu leaned over and looked at the carriage behind.

There was another wagon at the back, and then some bucket wagons, which contained the coal ore, and after that, the freight wagons, where their horses and luggage were.

Chen Jianqiu took a few more steps towards the back lightly.

He saw the whole situation of this carriage.

There is actually no communication between Astor's bedroom and this section. The back door of Astor's carriage is locked, and there is only an open aisle on both sides of the carriage for guards to walk and patrol.

The two carriages are connected by a coupler.

This car has no windows, just like the freight car at the back, and the guards are much stricter than the sleeping car in front.

There are two Pinkerton detectives guarding the two entrances, one in front and one in the back.

As the train was not moving, both detectives got out of the carriage and stood on either side of the junction of the carriages.

Different from the two fishing guys in the front compartment, these two men patrolled back and forth on both sides with guns in their hands, watching everything that happened on both sides of the train with vigilant eyes.

The carriage doors were locked.

It seemed that the priest was locked in this carriage with a high probability.

If you find that priest, rescue him directly, tie Astor up, and run away tonight.

If this person is not inside by accident, Astor is still tied up, and he will still run away tonight.

Since they had to get away no matter what, the two hapless Pinkerton detectives couldn't survive.

Chen Jianqiu touched the edge of the roof, and he hung upside down again.

A detective's mouth was covered and a dagger was slashed at his throat.

He didn't say a word, and the brilliance of life lost in his eyes.

Chen Jianqiu's hand was still holding his head, and only after the detective breathed a sigh of relief did he let go, and the man fell limply to the ground.

And he himself, like a big bat, flipped, jumped off, and landed safely on the ground.

Detective Pinkerton next to him heard the commotion, but just as he turned his head, he saw a dagger flying in front of him.

The dagger thrown by Chen Jianqiu directly pierced the detective's eyebrows, the blade sank deeply into his head, and the detective fell to the ground on his back.

Except for the sound of the corpse hitting the ground, there was no other strange movement during the whole process.

Chen Jianqiu dragged the corpse in, and he turned sideways to observe the situation on the other side of the carriage.

Strangely, on the other side of the carriage, the two detectives who were patrolling there just now were also missing.

Chen Jianqiu frowned, but he didn't stop what he was doing.

He pulled the dagger from the detective's head, took out the key from one of the detectives' belts, and dragged both bodies under the car.

After everything was dealt with quickly, Chen Jianqiu opened the door of the carriage with the key.

The inside of the carriage was also very dark, only a kerosene lamp hung near the middle part, illuminating the small surrounding area.

Chen Jianqiu didn't turn his body, he stared at the kerosene lamp, with the back of his hands behind him, and gently closed the compartment door behind him.

He touched the wall of the carriage with his hands, and moved forward slowly, slowly.

Chen Jianqiu tried to enter the shooter state, but from his current perspective, he didn't find anything unusual in this carriage.

He is familiar with the darkness, and he always feels that something is wrong.

As he approached the range of the kerosene lamp, a cage appeared in Chen Jianqiu's field of vision, and a few steps forward, the person imprisoned in the cage also appeared in front of his eyes.

Although he couldn't see clearly in the dim light, Chen Jianqiu was sure that this person was an Indian.

He slowly approached the cage.

Just when he was about to step forward to see if there was any way to open the iron cage.

The hairs all over his body stood on end.

The sound of a sharp object piercing the air reached his ears, and something was flying towards his neck.

Chen Jianqiu leaned back violently, he turned sideways, and something stuck to his Adam's apple and flew past under his chin.

That thing fell within the range of the kerosene lamp, and Chen Jianqiu could see what it looked like.

A blow dart.

Before Chen Jianqiu could turn around, a black figure rushed out from the darkness where the lights couldn't reach, and attacked him.

The movement of this black shadow was so primitive that there were no routines at all, but it was extremely fast and deadly, like a puma slaying its prey, heading straight for his neck.

The man had a knife in his hand,
Chen Jianqiu hurriedly backed away, and he moved aside to avoid the fatal blow.

Hei Ying failed in one blow, so he quickly changed the direction of the attack. He was strong and strong, and stepped forward. The short knife in his hand raised again, and slashed at Chen Jianqiu's neck.

The action is too fast, and the knife technique is extremely primitive and weird, making it impossible to judge its next direction.

Chen Jianqiu retreated again, trying to avoid this slash.

The figure of the black shadow had already entered the range of the light, and Chen Jianqiu also saw his face.

This is a middle-aged Indian. The wind in the southwestern United States has left traces on his bronzed face, with ravines criss-crossing.

But his eyes were full of the wildness and grit of the Sonoran Desert.

The face of the middle-aged man flashed past, and he continued to charge forward, slashing non-stop with the dagger in his hand, and changed direction again.

But this time, Chen Jianqiu had already seen his movements clearly.

With a sound of "铛", he bent one knee slightly, turned his body slightly, raised one arm, and unsheathed the dagger in his hand, holding the blade that was cutting towards his neck again.

And his other leg suddenly exerted force, kicked out, and kicked firmly on the man's lower abdomen.

"Oh!"

The man was kicked back a few steps, and his back slammed into the iron sheet of the carriage, shaking the whole carriage.

There were bustling sounds from outside the carriage, and it seemed that the fighting here had alarmed the Pinkerton detectives outside.

Seeing that he didn't succeed, the black shadow quickly fled to the other end of the carriage.

He slammed open the door and jumped onto the cart.

After jumping over a few carts, he jumped directly onto a waiting horse and galloped away.

Chen Jianqiu also quickly exited the carriage, and he went up to the roof again.

The detectives' attention was drawn to the fleeing Indian on horseback, and they shot in the direction in which he was fleeing.

No one noticed Chen Jianqiu running in the opposite direction on the roof.

It seems that Astor can't be tied up tonight, which is really a pity.

When Russell and his men reappeared in the rest compartment of the Pinkerton police officer, Chen Jianqiu was crossing his legs and bragging with Asuka.

"What's the matter, sir?"

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(End of this chapter)