America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 159 tit for tat
Attorney Maxwell got his wish to meet his client.

"Is this my client?" He asked Paile next to him with a puzzled look on his face.

Fred's head was covered with a large bandage that covered half of his head, making him look like a strange plaster sculpture.

At this time, he was lying flat on the wooden bed in the cell, unconscious.The loyal subordinate next to him is taking care of him.

"I protest! My client needs urgent medical attention!" the lawyer yelled.

"We have given him first aid, and his life is not in danger for the time being," Pyler replied.

"No, you are disregarding human life. He hasn't woken up yet. I request..." Before the lawyer finished speaking,
Pile couldn't bear it anymore:

"Fred, stop pretending. I noticed you woke up on the way back just now."

The "plaster sculpture" remained motionless.

Pile was speechless. He turned his head and said to the lawyer, "Let's talk."

He knew there was nothing he could do to prevent Fred from communicating with his lawyer alone, as New Mexico law allowed.

Then he walked out of this cell and came to the first interrogation room next door.

In the interrogation room, one of his deputy was interrogating one of Fred's men.

"What is the purpose of your presence at James Ranch?"

"..."

"How many of you are here in total?"

"..."

This Fred's subordinate was pretending to be stupid the whole time, unable to answer a word,

Pile opened the door and went back down the hallway to the second interrogation room.

The difference from the first room just now is that Fred's henchman who is being interrogated is a black buddy.

He was vividly describing the battle on the ranch to the police interrogating him.

"Hey, sir, you don't know. The situation at that time was extremely scary. We were fighting James and wanted to seek justice from them; but suddenly a dozen people rushed over from the direction of the sheep pen."

"They don't have the glory of warriors at all. They came to cheat and attack us. Their firepower was very fierce, and they caught us off guard from behind. But we fought back bravely and killed many of them."

The black buddies spoke with joy, spit flying all over the place.

"But according to our investigation, there is no one there, um~, judging from the condition of the corpse, there are only a dozen or so sheep besides yours." The interrogating policeman frowned.

"Impossible, sir! That's because their people have escaped," the black buddies said with certainty, "or the power of the devil, heavy rain! Yes! That heavy rain! It must be."

What is this all about?What can this interrogation reveal?
Pile felt depressed for no reason, and he slammed the door of the interrogation room behind him.

It was dark outside the house, and besides the guards guarding the door of each room in the corridor, there were several people patrolling the yard outside the house.

These are all arranged by him.

Although all of Fred's men who were still alive were here, and he had no weapons in his hands, he still wanted to make sure that everything was safe.

Billy's death pained him,
He didn't want to see Papa James and Emily die too.

He knew Fred's gang, cunning and clever, and they had driven Billy into a desperado.

Pyler killed Billy himself, from behind, with the gun Billy had given him.

There is no way, Billy is a gangster, he is a policeman, they can only live their own lives.

It seems that everyone does not need to sleep today.

He looked towards the room at the far end of the corridor, where Emily was inside.

Pile hesitated again and again, but turned his head and walked back to the office opposite him.

What's the use of talking to her now?
He closed the door, poured himself a cup of coffee, sat down in a chair, and planned to take a break.

But before his butt was hot, there was another "dong dong" knock on the door.

What's going on today?Why is everyone here?
Pile put down the coffee cup in his hand, stood up, walked to the door, and opened it.

A hooked nose and an old white-haired cowboy in a gray soft-brimmed bowler hat appeared outside the door, followed by several people with guns slung over their shoulders.

Pile frowned, he didn't remember when such a group of people appeared around him.

"Hello, Sergeant Pile, my name is Lynch, and I'm a detective from the Pinkerton Detective Agency." With a hooked nose, he got straight to the point, and he took out a card-like thing from the suit on his upper body, and handed it to Pile.

"We have obtained law enforcement authority in New Mexico, and we can assist you in handling the case." He handed over another document stamped by the state court, while observing Pile's reaction.

Pyler turned the card over and looked at it twice.

He had heard of this organization, but it was only heard. As for the authorization from the state court, it was true.

"Thank you very much for your kindness, but my manpower is enough for the time being." Pile handed back the documents and cards to Lynch. He didn't quite trust this strange organization, and didn't even have the slightest intention of letting two people in.

There was enough chaos in Lincolnshire, and he didn't want more forces to get involved.

"Can we go in and talk?" Lynch had a thick skin.

Pyler was a little reluctant, but let them in anyway.

"Actually, we just want to come here to find someone." Lynch said while looking at the furnishings in the room, "I wonder if you have seen a Chinese named 'Chen Jianqiu'?"

Pile didn't like the sinister and arrogant guy in front of him, he just wanted to see off the guests as soon as possible.

"No, sir, I've never heard that name before."

However, Lynch didn't intend to leave immediately. He stretched his hand back and took a reward order from the entourage behind him.

"This man is a wanted criminal in Wyoming, Utah, and Colorado. He has committed many major crimes. We chased him all the way here." Lynch handed the reward order to Pile.

Pile slightly glanced at it, and his heart was shocked.

Isn't the person above the same Chinese person I met at the grocery store and farm before?That person is still sleeping in the room in the opposite yard.

His temples throbbed.

"I've seen this person before, but it's not the name."

"Oh? Could you please tell me where he is now?" Lynch put his hands on the edge of the table and asked with interest.

"I can't tell you his whereabouts. He is now related to a private fight that just happened in our county. We have to find out what happened. Before that, forgive me for not being able to tell you his whereabouts."

Pile looked directly into Lynch's eyes without showing any sign of weakness.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and finally Lynch averted his gaze.

"That can only be said to be a pity." He straightened his hat, "Let's take our leave first. If there is any news, I hope you can let me know as soon as possible."

Pile didn't speak at first, watching Lynch turn around.

But when he walked to the door, Pile's words came from behind: "I hope you are in Lincolnshire and don't do anything that is detrimental to the law and order here, otherwise, I will look for you as well."

The sound was loud.

Lynch walked out the door without stopping.

"He refuses to hand over people." The old mayor behind Lynch followed him and said.

Lynch turned to his deputy and pointed to the yard opposite the security station: "I saw the news that he entered this yard, is it accurate?"

The deputy nodded with certainty: "Yes, our people arrived yesterday and have been nearby. Not long ago, we saw him driving a carriage into this yard."

"Take it hard?" The old mayor gave his suggestion.

"No, doing this in Lincolnshire will cause trouble. First go and find out who are the people who went in with them. We will have a solution soon."

Lynch glanced at the courtyard wall, with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth:

"This time, I won't let you run away."

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