America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 143 Duel ([-])

This soft "yes" caused a huge response in the crowd.

The surrounding crowd were just about to disperse when they saw this handsome young Chinese respond to the challenge.

Although this man looks dressed in a cowboy outfit, there are not many Chinese who work as cowboys in New Mexico, but there are quite a few Chinese who work as piggies.

Can he use a gun?Does he know how to fight?The gun on his waist looks so new and clean, so it must be because it hasn't been used much?
No matter what, there is a good show to watch, and everyone is happy to watch the excitement.

But the fat man who opened the game just now was not interested, because there was no suspense in this duel, and no one beat the Chinese, so the game couldn't start.

But a pair of slender hands stretched out from behind him, and stuffed three $10 bills into the basin in his hand.

"I crushed that Chinese." Karami didn't know when he walked around to the fat man's side.

There are rich women who are taken advantage of and become dealers!And there are not many!
"I'll pay thirty cents!"

"I'll pay thirty cents too!"

"I'll give it a shot! A dollar!"

A group of people scrambled over to find Fatty to place a bet. Anyway, if you place a bet, you will get it, and you won't make any money!
While the fat man was very busy, Chen Jianqiu was checking his revolver. He put the bullets into the cylinder and turned the cylinder.

The bullet nest made a pleasant turning sound, and was thrown back into the gun body with a "da" sound.

"Are you finished?" Van Cleef waited impatiently, and the crowd booed dissatisfiedly.

"Which finger did you point at me just now?" Chen Jianqiu lowered his head and put the gun back into the holster.

"That's a lot of bullshit." Van Cleef looked at the owner of the hotel, "Say something, when will it start?"

Astor had already taken Hanif and Downey to the doctor, and now the only witness at the scene was the boss.

"How about we start now?"

Chen Jianqiu stretched out a hand and made a gesture of please.

The two returned to their respective positions.

The setting sun shone on the street, bringing a haze to the street, and the shadows of the two people slantedly reflected on the ground.

Chen Jianqiu lowered the brim of his hat, and his position was exactly where Hanif was standing just now, with the setting sun directly opposite him.

Hanif may have suffered from this loss just now. The idiot didn't know whether he was dazzled by anger or for some other reason, so he didn't propose to change his position.

Neither did Chen Jianqiu, because he didn't care.

"Yellow pig! Watch how I knock off your head!" Van Cleef spat out trash talk.

Chen Jianqiu didn't speak, but just lowered his hand.

Seeing that the Chinese people on one side did not fight back, the onlookers were greatly disappointed. Is this young man so nervous that he can't even speak.

The pre-match trash talking session became Van Cleef's unilateral clamor, which seemed a little less interesting to the melon-eaters, who booed the hotel owner to get started.

The boss made a long story short and finished the process, and began to count:
"1!"

"2!"

"3!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone saw Van Cleef pull out his gun, while the Chinese on the other side remained motionless, as if they didn't respond.

It's over!The man was terrified.

Van Cleef raised the gun in his hand, aiming at Chen Jianqiu's head.

"boom!"

Unlike the duel just now, this time the gun only fired once.Just when everyone's reflex arcs finally caught up with the time, when they thought that the Chinese was about to die on the spot, they were dumbfounded by the scene in front of them.

Chen Jianqiu stood there intact, with smoke coming from the muzzle of the Peacemaker gun in his right hand, while Sergeant Van Cleef, opposite him, was clutching his right hand, bleeding profusely.

One of his fingers fell to the ground, and lying next to it was his revolver.

Except for Camilla, all the onlookers were stunned. Some of them stared blankly at the street with blank faces; mouth, in disbelief at what happened.

What the hell happened just now?They clearly saw that Van Cleef drew the gun first.

The moment the hotel owner said "3", Chen Jianqiu turned on the shooter mode, and the sunset in the sky seemed to become an exposed negative, and Van Cleef's movements on the opposite side, in his eyes, turned into sluggish slow motion.

Chen Jianqiu pulled out his gun, pointed it at the sheriff's index finger holding the trigger,
Whichever finger was pointed at him just now, that finger will be broken.

Van Cleef was still howling, and before the melon-eaters recovered, Chen Jianqiu had already gestured "OK" to Camilla next to the fat man.

"Collection!"

Camilla smiled and put all the money in the fat basin into a buckskin bag in her hand.

This is Chen Jianqiu's bag.

Because no one is betting on Chen Jianqiu, the winner takes all and the pot is full.

However, at this moment, a woman standing in the front row let out an exclamation.

Van Cleef, who was still clutching his injured right hand just now, suddenly stopped crying, picked up the revolver that fell on the ground with his left hand, and aimed at Chen Jianqiu, whose back was facing him at this time.

"boom."

Another shot.

Van Cleef fell on his back to the ground, he was shot in the chest, the bullet pierced his lung lobe, blood flowed from the wound, and he could not live.

Chen Jianqiu put away his gun, and he walked slowly to Van Cleef's side, looking at the dying sheriff.

"I'll tell you a secret. In a duel with people like us, you have no chance to aim. Only by firing the gun in your hand with your own instinct can you have a chance to win." He said slowly.

"This is what a man named Adam told me. If it was him who took the two shots just now, I would have died." Chen Jianqiu looked at Van Cleef with regret, "You haven't started yet."

The sheriff's chest heaved sharply, and the blood flowed faster and faster. The hotel owner wanted to come forward to rescue him, but when he came over, the sheriff was silent.

Van Cleef, a police officer of the Santa Fe Police Department, died in a duel with a Chinese cowboy. He failed in a sneak attack and was killed by the cowboy in self-defense.

These words will soon appear in the files of the Santa Fe Police Department, and then locked up in the archives.

Chen Jianqiu and Camilla left the street in front of the hotel. He didn't care what happened there. They came straight to Astor's temporary office.

Hanif was lying on the sofa at this time, and the doctor Astor had hired had already treated the wound. Fortunately, this doctor was not a barefoot quack commonly seen in the west, and Hanif's shoulder blades were not broken either.

Astor and the butler sent the doctor out, Downey went to fetch water, and only Chen Jianqiu, Hanif and Camilla were left in the office.

"You should rest here in Astor for two days first." Chen Jianqiu said to Hanif, "We will go to Lincolnshire later, and you can follow when you recover from your injury."

Hanif was so moved that he wept bitterly, and Chen Jianqiu was willing to tell him his next whereabouts, indicating that he finally regarded him as his own.

After settled in Hanif, Chen Jianqiu and Camilla walked out of the chamber of commerce.

The next morning, at the fork outside Santa Fe.

Chen Jianqiu was carrying a small box in his hand, which contained gold bars.He had put this small box on top of the bell tower of Santa Fe Church before, and now he took it back.

He looked at Camilla and found that the girl was also looking at him.

"I need to go to Damon Town to pick up something." Camilla said, "Then come to you."

Chen Jianqiu nodded: "Then we will meet up in Lincolnshire in two weeks."

A whistle sounded.

Two horses, one white and one black, galloped along two roads into the wilderness, with smoke and dust behind them.

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