America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 117 Telling You Not to Point Your Finger at Him

Ten minutes ago, at the entrance of the sleeper car.

Chen Jianqiu retreated from the car window, he drew the curtain of the car window, and winked at Xiao En.

Sean inadvertently moved quietly behind a detective.

"It's still safe here, right?" Chen Jianqiu leaned against the door of the carriage, staring at the other detective and said.

His smile is very kind, and he looks harmless to humans and animals.

"Yes, yes." The detective touched the sweat on his forehead. He had heard the legend of the Indian for a long time. It is said that countless white soldiers died under his hands.

With lingering fear in his heart, he turned around and looked out the window, but he didn't dare to poke his head out of the car window, and only judged the battle situation at the rear of the car from the gunshots.

But in the next second, his mouth was covered.

A dagger penetrated obliquely into his lungs from the bottom to the top of his back.

The detective felt that he could no longer breathe, he could not speak, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

On the other side, Sean also took out a rope and tightly strangled another detective's neck from behind.

The gun in the detective's hand fell to the ground with a "boom", and he pulled the rope around his neck with both hands.

He struggled desperately, took a few steps back, and hit the door of the carriage together with the black man behind him with a "bang".

Chen Jianqiu had already leaned over and stabbed the detective in the heart with a knife. He turned the dagger and pulled it out, blood spurting out.

Xiao En was just about to push the detective's body down from the entrance of the car, but was stopped by Chen Jianqiu: "If the people at the back of the car see it, they will know that something happened here."

He knelt down, wiped his hands and dagger on the detective's clothes, and said to Sean:
"Go to the front and rear compartments and call Danny and the others, we have to act."

Sean nodded and got on the roof.

Chen Jianqiu stood up and looked at the remaining four rooms in the carriage.

Just as he was about to open the door of the third room, the door of the second room was opened.

The man Chen Jianqiu saw just now appeared at the door.

The man was bare-chested and muscular. His hair was unusually thick, and his chest was covered with golden chest hair.

At this moment he was smoking a cigar, holding a glass of whiskey in one hand and his trousers in the other.

"MD, it's so noisy. What's the matter? A group of people are running around on the roof." The man obviously didn't hear the gunshots outside the train, and he didn't know what happened outside.

When he saw Chen Jianqiu, Chen Jianqiu also saw him.

It was too late and then quickly, the man turned his head and ran into the room.

He is a very experienced bounty hunter who has seen countless outlaws rampant in the west. Astor invited him to join his treasure hunting team as a consultant.

The man smelled blood on Chen Jianqiu's body.

Almost an instinctive reaction, he immediately ran to the gun he had placed on the shelf.

His trousers fell on the floor, but he was in no mood to pick them up, and now all he had in his eyes was the gun.

However, a kick landed on his bare buttocks, followed by a dagger aimed at his back.

Chen Jianqiu didn't want to make too much noise, so he didn't draw out his gun directly, but he ignored that there was a chirping woman sitting on the bed in the room.

The woman tightly held the quilt to cover her body, she looked at the scene in front of her in horror, and then screamed heart-piercingly.

The man was kicked and fell to the ground.But as a hunter who has survived in the west for many years, his skills are not limited to drinking, eye-catching, and playing with women.

He quickly turned over, kicked Chen Jianqiu's body behind him like a rabbit kicking an eagle.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably be kicked firmly in the heart or the lower part of the body by these two feet, and then flew back.

But Chen Jianqiu was not hit by the trick, his memory was used by someone before.

The eagle has talons and a dagger in his hand.

He quickly turned sideways to avoid the two thick legs in "hair long johns", and then stabbed the man's thigh with a knife!
It's very unsightly for a bare-bottomed man to do such a gesture, and Chen Jianqiu can't spoil him.

"what!!!"

The man yelled in pain: "Damn you bastard with yellow skin, I'll kill you!"

Now that there was a lot of commotion, Chen Jianqiu didn't hide it anymore. He took out the revolver from his waist and aimed a gun at the head of the man on the ground.

The man's head was opened, and he lay on the ground without moving.

The woman's screams then stopped abruptly.

Chen Jianqiu walked out of the room, and he found that the movement here had already affected several rooms next to him.

Mr. Mark Twain opened the door, and when he saw Chen Jianqiu, he closed the door again; the scholar walked out of the fourth room, and he saw the revolver in Chen Jianqiu's hand, and walked back obediently; while the fifth and The door of the sixth room was opened a small crack.

The people living there are all women.

"What kind of organizational structure is this broken expedition team?"

Only the door of the third room was left open.

If he were a Pinkerton detective, he would never have kept the priest in the original place after the attack.

If he was really locked in this sleeper car, it must be this one.

Chen Jianqiu approached the third room, and he gave it a slight push.

The door is locked from the inside.

Chen Jianqiu retreated abruptly, and he pulled out both revolvers.

In addition to the priest, there must be someone in this room, and there is a high probability that it is the detective guarding him.

He kicked the door open with a violent kick, and then dodged to the side.

"boom!"

A shot hit the place where he had been standing, sprayed the window across the aisle, and shattered the window in an instant.

A Pinkerton detective pointed his gun at the door, and he actually heard the movement outside.

He had waited a long time ago, and whoever opened the door would be shot.

But as he pulled the ram to load the shotgun, two bullets hit him, followed by several more shots.

The detective was stunned to the ground with a few holes in his body.

Chen Jianqiu entered the door quickly, raised his gun and searched the corner of the room where someone might be hiding.

But there was no one else but the old Indian priest who was tied to a chair.

"I'm here to save you, can you still move?" Chen Jianqiu didn't know if he could understand English or not, and even said and gestured.

The old Indian opened his eyes. He is very old, but his eyes are very bright.

He nodded to Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu cut the rope for him, and led him out of the room.

At this point, the Dannys jumped off the roof, both with weapons in their hands, followed by Sean and Holmes.

Suddenly, gunshots and horseshoes sounded from outside the aisle of the carriage, and they were getting closer.

Chen Jianqiu looked outside, and saw an Indian woman driving a horse towards the carriage, apparently wanting to board the carriage.

But when she was about to reach the junction, she was hit by a bullet.

She fell off her horse.

Chen Jianqiu rushed forward and pulled her up.

"Lozen?" The old Indian priest recognized the woman who had been shot.

"Mrs. Romney, please take care of this lady." Chen Jianqiu handed the unconscious Indian woman to Teresa, and asked Holmes to stay with her.

He waved to the others.

"Come on, let's go to the back of the car." Chen Jianqiu walked in the front, put on leather gloves, and took the pump-action shotgun from Danny.

In the front compartment, Adam and Asuka had already heard the commotion here, but they never worried about their boss, they kept their eyes on the Pinkerton detectives who were fighting the Apache Indians ahead.

Looks like the Pinkertons have the upper hand.

Russell was giving an impassioned speech, imagining people boasting about his feat of capturing the Indian hero.

Chen Jianqiu felt annoyed even looking at it, he rushed straight out of the car, spitting at his back.

The poor detective leader rushed out of the train together with the railing, fell to the ground and rolled around, and disappeared.

Xiao En shrugged his shoulders at the far away corpse, and said in a low voice:
"Let me tell you, tell you not to point your fingers at him, this man, hold grudges."

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(End of this chapter)