America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 118 After I finish speaking, who agrees?Who is against?

The chief died, and the detectives were a little confused for a while.

However, there are still brave people who stand up.

The detective who was standing next to Russell raised his gun.

He was Russell's deputy, and he was looking forward to the sudden death of his self-willed boss day and night. Now that the opportunity came, how could he not cherish it.

Kill the murderer who killed Russell, turn the tide, protect the employer, capture the Indian hero, and the title of Pinkerton's ace detective is expected.

Different people have the same dream, and the same dream is broken by the same person.

Chen Jianqiu didn't even give him a chance to wake up from his dream, and beat him to pieces with a single blow.

"Who else wants to try?" Chen Jianqiu looked around at the surrounding detectives, and the rest of the detectives looked at each other.

Going out to work is to earn a salary. The chief is dead, so why work so hard?
The man in front of him looked a little fierce, and the people behind him were even more unkind. There were still many Indians in the opposite carriage, so there was no reason to fight any more.

So when one of them put down the gun in his hand, the rest of them followed suit.

Chen Jianqiu threw back the shotgun in his hand to Danny, took off his gloves, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and looked at the detectives with satisfaction.

"Well, it's more or less like this." Chen Jianqiu covered the matches with his hands. The wind outside the train made it difficult to light a cigarette. It's not my intention to die, is it?"

He pointed to a detective and waved to him: "You, come here."

This detective was the little boss on duty in the previous sleeper car. Ten minutes ago, he handed over the task of guarding the car to Chen Jianqiu. Now he stood there blankly, his face full of shock.

This, who is this guy?

Suddenly he heard Chen Jianqiu calling him, he glanced left and right, and after confirming that he was being called, he had no choice but to walk towards Chen Jianqiu.

"Come on! Run here!" Chen Jianqiu waved his hands, and the detective had no choice but to walk instead of running.

"What's your name?" Seeing the detective approaching, Chen Jianqiu stuffed the cigarette in his hand into his mouth.

"Um, my name is Bisping." The detective was a little embarrassed.

"Okay, now you are the head of these detectives." Chen Jianqiu patted him on the shoulder, "Leave the gun, and then take all of you back to the ordinary car,"

"After I finish speaking, who is in favor? Who is against?" He looked around the detectives again, with a calm face and no anger.

No one responded.

"Okay, then it's settled."

Bisping was a little dazed. He suddenly and inexplicably became the leader of a Pinkerton team with more than a dozen people. This was something he had never dreamed of before.

But something always feels wrong?

He looked at Chen Jianqiu, then at the corpses lying on the ground, and at the moaning brothers.

"Hurry up, otherwise, I can't guarantee that you can bear the wrath of that Indian god of war." Chen Jianqiu said in a low voice.

Geronimo in the prison car heard the gunshots outside stopped and knew something was wrong, but he was shocked when he saw a young man in his 20s knocked down all the detectives with two shots.

He met this young man the night before, and he lost in a 1V1 duel with him, which was unprecedented in his decades of fighting career.

However, the shock that this young man brought to him was far more than that.

The high priest of the Apache tribe, his teacher, Vialik, was standing next to the young man intact.

The detectives backed out from the platform outside the car.

The door of the prison car on the opposite side opened, and Geronimo and a group of Apache fighters came out.

Geronimo stepped across the carriage to connect, rushed over, and hugged the high priest beside Chen Jianqiu.

"Great, teacher, it's great that you're fine!"

The old priest patted Geronimo's broad back, signaling that he was fine.

"It was this warrior who saved me." He pointed to Chen Jianqiu next to him, the wrinkles on his face stretched out, "And Luo Cen, she was also saved, a lady is taking care of her."

The two of them communicated in their own tribe's language the whole time, and Chen Jianqiu couldn't understand a word.

However, the burly Indian chief turned to him, put his hand on his heart, and made a tribal salute.

"Thank you, my friend! Forgive me, the night before yesterday I regarded you as an enemy guarding the prison car." Geronimo expressed his respect in English.

The Apache tribe is brave and good at fighting. They look forward to friendship and respect the strong.

Chen Jianqiu nodded, and he pointed to the guns thrown down by the detectives: "Let your soldiers who can shoot pick up the guns. Your weapons are at a disadvantage. This kind of dismissal is completely filled with human lives."

Geronimo was very helpless: "I was negligent in this operation. I was eager to save people. Our tribe cannot live without a high priest."

The wounded soldiers behind him did not speak, but from their eyes, Chen Jianqiu saw the infinite trust in the leader.

None of them regretted giving their lives for their people.

"Then, next, let's find the instigator of all this." Chen Jianqiu walked towards the door of Astor's carriage.

From just now, the inside of the carriage has been quiet. It seems that everything outside has not affected the people inside.

Chen Jianqiu kicked towards the door.

Surprisingly, none of the gate chains are locked.

There was no one inside.

In the luxurious carriage, all the furnishings remained unchanged, Lockhart's notes and the imitation of the map that looked like an album were spread out on the table.

Astor disappeared.

Chen Jianqiu frowned.

When did this guy get the news and run away?
"Adam, Asuka, are you sure you didn't see Astor coming out of this room?" Chen Jianqiu turned his head and asked the two of them.

Asuka shook his head: "I was staring at the detectives who shot and didn't pay attention."

"I didn't see anyone coming out of this room." Adam replied with certainty, "He should have been with Russell before, and they may have left through the roof."

"Ordinary compartment? Let's go!" Chen Jianqiu led a group of people and walked quickly to the front compartment.

But when they walked to the front section, which was the first time he saw Astor's reception car, a steam whistle suddenly sounded from the front.

The train slowed down and looked like it was about to stop again.

"Go, go to the roof and see what's going on!"

Chen Jianqiu climbed onto the roof with Asuka.

"Boss, what do you think is that?" The sharp-eyed Asuka pointed forward.

"Hey, binoculars!" Chen Jianqiu called down.

Sean threw the binoculars up from below.

Chen Jianqiu used the binoculars to look in the direction that Asuka pointed. Right in front of the train, on both sides of the track, a group of people gathered there densely.

They are all riding horses, wearing uniforms, carrying rifles behind them, and on the flat carriage behind them are all kinds of heavy weapons.

Chen Jianqiu jumped off the roof immediately.

"What's wrong?" Geronimo asked.

"You were followed by the US Army when you came out, and they are in front now." Chen Jianqiu said as he walked towards the back of the car, "Notify everyone, gather at the rear of the car again."

"Go!" Geronimo gave an order, and the Indian warriors followed Chen Jianqiu and ran to the rear of the car again.

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