America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 164 Four Steps Showdown
The Remington M1875 that Chen Jianqiu got from Miles is considered advanced in structure among the revolvers of the same period. It has fixed loading, rear loading, high precision, and great power. Theoretically speaking, the production date is not too long. ,

However, his master doesn't seem to care about the guy who eats in his hands, and has never maintained the gun.

In addition, there are also some problems with the origin of the fixed-loading ammunition itself.

So, the gun went wrong when it least expected to.

It's not the deflection of the bullet, it's not the jam, it's the blast.

Chen Jianqiu felt a violent shock in his hand, and then saw sparks burst out from the upper part of the bullet nest, and the parts flew randomly, and the bullet nest turned into a piece of scrap iron and flew out.

The most important thing is that at the same time, another gun on the opposite side also rang.

The wreckage of Remington came out, and Chen Jianqiu hurriedly leaned back and fell to the ground. His posture was not very good, but he avoided the bullet and the flying parts of the pistol.

He glanced at his right hand, it was hurt a little, and it was bleeding a little, but it was not a big problem.

He was so numb, he was not injured by the gun on the opposite side, but was bled by the gun blast in his own hand.

However, Chen Jianqiu is not in the mood to pursue the responsibility of the gun owner for the time being. His position has been exposed now. If other detectives arrive, he can easily lock himself from all directions.

Besides, he had no weapons in his hands,

When the time comes, they will either be shot to death indiscriminately, or they will be captured without a fight.

However, these two endings are not within the acceptable range of Chen Jianqiu.

He looked at his scooter not far away and decided to take a gamble.

Take a bet on the opponent's marksmanship and your own body skills.

Among the two people on the opposite side, one of them temporarily lost his weapon just like himself, and the remaining one, whose marksmanship is on par with his own, is extremely sophisticated and vicious, and has a high probability of having the same talent as himself as a shooter.

This is a gamble.

Chen Jianqiu took a deep breath, lowered his center of gravity, and every muscle in his body accumulated strength.

Then, without warning, he rushed out from behind the stone like a spring.

Ejection starts.

Take the first step, don't hold back any momentum, don't change your body shape, half of your body sticks out of the stone, betting whether the opposite side is supporting this side.

The gun did not go off.

The second step is taken, the left foot is firmly forward, the muscles of the left leg are violently exerted, and the power that has never been seen in this life explodes.

The gun still didn't go off.

Take the third step, stagger your right legs forward, speed up!
Chen Jianqiu looked sideways to the opposite direction, and activated the shooter state.really!In the bushes on the other side, a humanoid silhouette appeared.

He raised the gun in his hand and pointed the muzzle in his direction.

But the gun still didn't go off.

He is predicting!

Taking the fourth step, the steps under his feet turned into leaps, and his figure suddenly rushed forward, leaving an afterimage behind him.

"boom!"

A bullet pierced the air from the direction of the human figure, and flew past Chen Jianqiu's back.

Bet won!
Chen Jianqiu landed on his front foot, rolled over, got up immediately, and ran towards the cart.

After a few steps, he was only one step away from the cart, and his two "peacemakers" on the cart were already within reach.

Taking another step forward, his fingertips had already touched the handle of one of the guns.

The shooter on the opposite side was resetting the hammer, and he also missed the best timing and angle of shooting at this time,
However, at this moment, Chen Jianqiu discovered that another person who had just knocked down the gun on the opposite side actually flashed a stone again.

He found himself making a mistake, a fatal one.

That person, like himself, carried two guns.

And at this moment, from this angle, he could see that person's face clearly.

This man has white beard and hair and is dressed in cowboy clothes. He is the former mayor of Montrose Town.

This person had fought against himself at the grocery store in Montrose, the gun was fast and accurate, and his identity was by no means as simple as it appeared on the surface.

He was injured and fled, but he didn't expect to appear here.

The mayor also raised his gun.

At this time, Chen Jianqiu was still sprinting towards the back of the cart, his whole body exposed to the moonlight and the mayor's gun.

Life and death are at this moment, and he has no time to dodge.

Chen Jianqiu picked up the "Peacemaker" on the cart, turned around, pulled the trigger, and shot him away.

Almost at the same time, the gun in the mayor's hand also went off.

Chen Jianqiu suddenly felt as if he had been hit by a hammer in the chest, and his throat throbbed.

He fell to the back of the cart, lay down on the ground, and coughed violently.

Chen Jianqiu struggled to sit up, looked in front of him through the gap between the wooden wheels, and found that the mayor on the opposite side was clutching his heart.

Blood flowed from his fingers.

A gust of night wind blew through, shaking the shrubs and rolling the gravel.

The mayor could no longer support his body and fell forward.

Severe pain came from his chest. Chen Jianqiu looked down and saw that there was a bullet hole in the chest of his leather jacket.

Still, shot.

Of course he understands what it means to be shot in the chest in this situation. With a strong enemy in front, the more vigorously he moves, the faster he dies.

If I don't get timely treatment, I am afraid that the wound will be infected and die.

However, something seems wrong.

Why didn't the wound bleed?

Chen Jianqiu quickly reached into his jacket and touched it.

There was no wet blood, no painful wound, but a cold thing.

He pulled out a gold pocket watch.

The case of the pocket watch has been completely deformed, deeply sunken inwards, the exquisite glyphs twisted into irregular lines, with a slight shake, the glass shards of the dial fell down one after another.

He got this pocket watch in Pitkin County. It was in the ruins of the Phelps family's big house. Seeing the exquisite workmanship, he kept it on him to tell the time.

Unexpectedly, it saved his life here.

Chen Jianqiu put the pocket watch back into his arms, and smiled slightly.

It seems that Yan Wangye didn't know whether he had a dispute with the local god of death in the United States, or he was unwilling to accept him.

I escaped unharmed.

He let out the turbid air in his chest, exhaled lightly, and then leaned against the side of the cart.

The bullet belt and another revolver are at hand.

Chen Jianqiu pulled the bullet belt, stroked it skillfully with his left hand, and six bullets appeared in the palm of his hand.

He shook off the bullet nest of his revolver, and stuck his left hand over it. The bullet slid into the bullet nest as if it had found its own home.

Chen Jianqiu turned the bullet nest, and then threw it back again.

He lightly said to his gun: "My good brother, it's up to you."

The back of the cart is located in the shooting blind spot of the remaining person on the opposite side. The person on the opposite side can't hit himself, but he can't hit that person either.

Chen Jianqiu decided to go around the stroller and slowly adjust his position.

The positions of the two are no secret to each other. Chen Jianqiu believes that when he is staring at the other side, the other side is also staring at him.

The rest is a duel between gunners. Both of them have the talent of a shooter. It depends on whose gun is faster and whose gun is accurate.

Chen Jianqiu has already touched the edge of the side of the car.

He took a deep breath, then took the edge as the axis, and turned around in a flash.

But what surprised him was that there was no one in the position where he thought that person should be.

Chen Jianqiu quickly searched in all directions.

However, no trace of that person was found.

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps from the side direction, and many people surrounded him from the side.

The gunfire rang out again, and Chen Jianqiu quickly lowered his head.

Several bullets hit the wooden wheels of the cart, sawdust flying, and a piece of debris almost flew into his eye.

Chen Jianqiu looked in the direction of the bullet, and there were many Pinkerton detectives in the west direction. They were shooting in their direction, moving forward steadily while shooting.

It's time to come.

The person on the opposite side chose to avoid the duel, which is the most shameful in the eyes of the sharpshooters in the west, but it is actually the most sensible choice.

He didn't intend to be one-on-one with himself.

Chen Jianqiu understood him very well, if he was in the opposite position, he would do the same.

But now there is a problem, whether it is the range, power, or shooting density, the firepower on the opposite side has formed a crush on itself.

No matter how awesome my Colt M1873 was modified by Browning, it was still a revolver.

For this distance, it is not easy to use.

He was going to fetch the Winchester repeater from his cart.

But just as he stretched out his hand upwards, he heard the sharp sound of bullets passing through the nearby air again.

Still coming from another direction.

Chen Jianqiu turned sideways, and sure enough, another team of Pinkerton detectives appeared to the east.

I was pinched.

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