America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 112 Railroad Maintenance Project
"Someone just attacked the train."

Russell raised the lantern in his hand, and he began to scan the people in the carriage.

The light shone on Chen Jianqiu's face, and he was as calm as ever.

Russell's eyes turned to Asuka's face, and he paused for a few seconds, but he couldn't find any answer from his face. As for the white cowboy, he seemed to have fallen asleep since he entered the carriage, as if he didn't even have a posture. changed.

Russell raised the height of the lantern in his hand. He scanned the carriage, frowned, and then sternly shouted:

"Where's that black person who came with you just now?"

Chen Jianqiu didn't answer. He sat on a chair, folded his hands on his chest, and looked at Detective Pinkerton in front of him with interest.

"Say it!" Russell raised his voice, and his hand reached for his waist.

But Chen Jianqiu was not angry at all, nor did he intend to answer at all, with a smile on his lips.

In Russell's view, this is a naked provocation.

Just as he was about to have a seizure, the shadow behind the car seat moved, and a person got up from the chair, rubbing his eyes.

The light in the carriage was too dim just now, and no one noticed that there was a person lying in the shadow, a black man.

"What's the matter, sir, I was sleeping just now."

The black man walked under the light of the lantern, with a sleepy look on his face.

Russell looked at him, then at Chen Jianqiu, and pointed at Chen Jianqiu viciously: "You better be honest with me."

Chen Jianqiu looked unconcerned, but Xiao En who was beside him shrugged and reminded him kindly: "You'd better not point your finger at him, usually it will not end well."

Russell snorted, took the lamp and led his men away.

Chen Jianqiu's voice came from behind him: "Mr. Detective, please let me know if you need help."

Russell accelerated out of the car, a little out of breath. He always felt that there was something wrong with these people, but he still couldn't catch them.

After Pinkerton's detectives left the carriage, the interior of the carriage returned to calm.

"Boss, I didn't find any notes in the front compartment, but there is a lot of money." Sean came over and changed his sleepy look.

"Did you make a move?" Chen Jianqiu raised his eyebrows.

"No, I didn't move anything as you ordered." Sean shook his head like a rattle.

Chen Jianqiu straightened up immediately, and told several people what happened just now.

"What's your opinion? Adam?" Chen Jianqiu said to Adam in the corner.

"They will come again." Adam didn't know when he woke up, he leaned forward, and the moonlight shone on his face through the car window.

His face was frighteningly pale, and his temples were already soaked with sweat. Those who didn't know it thought he had just crawled out of the water.

"What's wrong with you? Adam?" Chen Jianqiu hurriedly sat next to Adam, he supported Adam, and asked, "Do you want me to call Teresa over here?"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's an old problem." Adam waved his hand, "Teresa has seen it too, it's been a few days, what did we just say?"

"You said they would come back." Asuka said.

"The Apache warriors won't let it go. Without heavy weapons, these Pinkerton trash can't stop them at all," Adam said.

"Then let's wait and see." Chen Jianqiu was very worried about Adam's body, "Are you sure everything is fine?"

Although I don't know why he joined the team, and I don't know why he has been teaching himself various shooting skills.

But after getting along for this period of time, the person in front of him has become the most reliable fighting force in the team and his best teacher.

"Don't worry, I won't die for a while, there are some things I haven't taught you yet."

Adam closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, a small smile on his unshaven mouth.

Sean relayed the news to the three people in the front compartment, Teresa sighed, she knew Adam's physical condition better than anyone else.

"Tell him not to touch alcohol anymore. If he continues to drink like this, I'm not sure if he can live for half a year." Teresa warned.

On the morning of the third day, the men who repaired the railway came to the vicinity of the train, and with them came the rail cars with sleepers and rails.

The head foreman frowned looking at the bombed railway.

The gang of robbers grabbed the train and dragged it around, but they were not ambiguous at all when they blew up the rails. They had no idea about the amount of explosives used.

Due to the large amount of explosives used, several sections of the rails were no longer as simple as being bent, but were broken for a long time.

The sleepers were scattered all over the ground, and the "corpses" of the incomplete railroad tracks were pressed in all directions, and even the roadbed was blown out of a big hole, which needed to be rebuilt.

"What are you looking at? Work!" The white foreman glanced at the Chinese railway workers around him.

"My lord, I can't do this job. When I came here, I didn't say that the scene was like this. Besides, the wages last time..." A Chinese laborer who looked a little older pointed at the mess on the scene, cautiously said.

"Bullshit! Hurry up and work." The foreman gave him a sideways glance, "I'll finish everything this morning, otherwise, I won't even want a penny of the wages."

The old man was very helpless, so he had to take the shovel from the railcar, greeted the workers behind him, and began to repair the railway.

They took off their gowns, tied them around their waists, bent over and picked up the broken stones scattered on both sides of the railroad tracks with spade after spade; the remaining two walked to the middle of the railroad tracks and worked together to move the blown sleepers out .

Their bodies were skinny, bent under the weight of their hands.

The scorching New Mexico sun shone down on their stooped backs, exuding a sallow, oily sheen.

The desert wind blew sand on their dark faces, which looked like shrunken oranges, wrinkled and full of vertical and horizontal ravines.

Bean-sized beads of sweat gathered along the gully to his chin, dripped from there, fell into the soil under his feet, and disappeared quickly.

But they didn't say a word, just lowered their heads and went about their work.

The foreman himself trotted towards the direction of the train.

When the train conductor went to ask for help, he did not reveal the identity of the passengers on the train, but he must have been rich or expensive, because his boss asked him to repair it within a day.

Now that the explosion is like this, and the construction period is still so tight, how can we do it without adding money?
After staying under the luxury car for a few minutes, he got only one reply: "I only give you half a day, take the money to fix it, and get out!"

With green dollar bills in his arms, he happily walked back, admiring his foresight while walking.

This money is the rush fee earned by myself. As for those Chinese workers, what does this money have to do with them?
But when he raised his head, he was stunned by the scene before him.

"The boss gave me the money, hurry up and help!"

I don't know who yelled in the car

A group of people jumped off the train and ran to the place where the track was broken. They scrambled for the first time, for fear that they would lose their share if they got there late.

(End of this chapter)