America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 134

Santa Fe Cathedral, at night, at eight o'clock.

"Master, do you believe in religion?" Downey sat on a chair in the church auditorium, staring devoutly at the statue of the Virgin Mary illuminated by candles.

"Shut up, I'm a Christian!" Hanif whispered.

"Ah? Then what are we doing in the Catholic Church?" Downey was shocked. Isn't this going against the faith, Master?

"Because this is the only place here that has the money to light the lights at night and allow strangers to come in." Hanif looked down at his revolver.

It is true that he is a Christian, but in terms of religious belief, he has a flexible bottom line.

"Strange, why is there no one else in the church today? The priest is gone too." Hanif was a little puzzled.

Of course the priest disappeared, and he was locked up in his room by Sergeant Van Cleef, under the guise of protecting his safety.

"Boss, if we do this, will the atmosphere of the church be too strange, which will arouse the vigilance of those two people and the kidnappers." One of the sheriff's subordinates reminded.

Sergeant VanCleef averted his eyes from the crack of the rear door of the auditorium.

He did not directly answer the subordinate's question.

"Have you found any suspicious people around?" He asked in a low voice.

"No, we have set up secret sentries all over the church, so that anyone who approaches will be spotted.

Van Cleef nodded in satisfaction, and continued to observe the two people in the auditorium through the crack of the back door.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the people waiting on both sides hadn't come yet.

Downey looked around boredly, while Hanif was picking at his fingers.

The sheriff behind the door took out his pocket watch and took a look.

It's 10:[-], [-] minutes have passed.

"Is there any news about the person who went out to search?" the sheriff asked his subordinates behind him.He was a little anxious, and found that he seemed to be too confident in his judgment of form.

"Uh, no, I didn't see any suspicious people nearby." The subordinate hesitated

"Then wait a little longer, as soon as the kidnappers show up, we will take action."

"Yes, but what if the kidnapper doesn't show up?" The subordinate raised his own question.

"The ransom is so high, the kidnappers won't tear up the ticket for a while." The police chief glanced at him and said firmly, "Besides, if they dare to tear it up, I will let them die."

……

Santa Fe Chamber of Commerce, Temporary Residence for the Steward.

The door was locked tightly, everyone outside the Chamber of Commerce was off work, and the corridor was dark.

The door of the butler's temporary office was open, and he paced back and forth in the office anxiously.

Every time I walk back and forth, I will look up at the clock in the corner of the office.

There was a small box on the table, which contained six large gold bars, each weighing a little over a kilogram, with a total value of five thousand dollars.

This was taken out of the bank by the butler at dusk.

After the sheriff left, he recalled the incident, and then asked the people around him about the sheriff of Santa Fe.

After listening, there was a cold sweat behind my back.

As the capital of New Mexico, there are frequent kidnapping cases around Santa Fe, and the sheriff's style of solving cases is vigorous and vigorous, and many kidnappers were sent to the gallows by him.

The only disadvantage is that in the cases he handles, the death rate of the hostages is relatively high.

This ghostly place in the west is indeed a desert of civilization, and there is no reliable person.

If the kidnapper knew that he had notified the police, his young master's life might be in danger.

I really went to the doctor in a hurry.

The butler decided to come forward himself.

He made up his mind and went into the bedroom to change clothes.

When he tidied up his clothes and returned to the office, he found a person sitting on his chair, while another person was sitting on the sofa, devouring the pastry on the coffee table.

"Sorry, the door is locked and the window is open, so I just walked in." The man sitting on his chair raised his head, pointed to the wide open window, and a smile appeared on his yellow-skinned face .

Chen Jianqiu took off his cowboy hat and put it on the small box on the table.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" The butler became nervous. He turned around and looked for a pistol in the clothes on the hanger, but he quickly remembered that the pistol was in the drawer on the right side of his desk.

"You guys are trespassing. This is near the city council. There will always be police patrolling. I advise you to get out as soon as possible." The butler didn't leave the box covered by the hat.

"Don't be nervous, sir, we are not bad people, and the police are now searching around the church or outside." Chen Jianqiu leaned back in his chair and said.

"Water! Well, get some water! Well..."

While the housekeeper was still watching Chen Jianqiu vigilantly, the person sitting on the sofa beside him shouted at the housekeeper. At this moment, he was stuffing a whole piece of almond cake in his mouth, and he was choking because there was no water.

Why is this voice so familiar?
The housekeeper took a closer look at the man's face, and after looking at it for a long time, he exclaimed:
"My God! Is it really you, my master?"

Astor IV's current appearance is no different from that of a bumpkin that can be seen everywhere in the western countryside, with straw-like hair and a vicissitudes of life. Only through the clothes covered in dust and mud can he barely recognize his identity.

"Well, it's me, well, hurry up, stop talking nonsense and get some water!"

The butler hurriedly brought the kettle and was about to put it on the stove, but was snatched by little Astor. He didn't care about the cold water in the kettle, and poured it directly into his mouth.

"Pour a cup for the gentleman sitting over there." Astor just swallowed the cake in his mouth, and began to order the housekeeper.

If this honor was normal, the housekeeper would definitely not have noticed it, but he watched little Astor grow up and saw that he was fine, and now he feels distressed and happy in his heart.

The butler brought some pastries from the cabinet to Little Astor, and then poured Chen Jianqiu a glass of water.

But when he looked at Chen Jianqiu's face, it became more and more familiar.

"I seem to have seen you, you, aren't you Mr. Mark Twain's bodyguard? Then disappeared with those Indians."

The person in front of him must be the kidnapper who kidnapped the young master.

But now that the young master has been sent back, he has more confidence.There is also bargaining capital.

The housekeeper cleared his throat, and said to Chen Jianqiu neither humble nor overbearing:
"Uh, sir, since the young master has returned safely, I have nothing to say. I have prepared the ransom."

He took the box from under the cowboy hat, opened it, and turned it around before his eyes.

The country bumpkin would have eagerly picked up the bullion and drool over the chestfull of gold.

However, Chen Jianqiu just glanced at the box and frowned.

Seeing this, the butler couldn't help but feel tense. Could it be that he has already discovered that the amount of ransom is wrong?
"Your asking price is a bit high. I can't get together that much money for a while. Can we talk?"

Chen Jianqiu still did not respond.

The butler didn't know why, so he glanced at Chen Jianqiu's waist to determine whether he was armed or not, while calculating the time when the police would return.

"Give it to him, give it to him, am I worth that little money? He's not a kidnapper, he killed my kidnapper." Astor had almost eaten, with an angry look on his face.

He stood up, wiped his mouth with the tablecloth, and glanced inside the box.

"It's five thousand dollars here, how about it?" He seemed to have regained the confidence of the richest young man in New York.

Chen Jianqiu stood up, walked to the butler, took out the wallet from his pocket, counted out five hundred dollars, and put the empty wallet back into the butler's clothes.

The butler didn't dare to move the whole time.

"A fraction of three dollars can be erased." Chen Jianqiu lifted the box, "Thank you boss."

After that, he walked to the door.

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