America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 174 If you say turn your face, just turn your face

Chen Jianqiu didn't make a sound.

He waved to Holmes.

At this time, the geologist was sitting on the ground with a tired face, staring at the drilling hole in a daze.

His already old face was even more haggard, and his messy hair added a bit of aging to him.

Holmes regained his composure, and suddenly noticed Chen Jianqiu who was waving to him, then slowly got up from the ground, and walked towards him listlessly.

"Come here and wash your face, look at your current appearance." Chen Jianqiu said to him.

"I'm fine, I washed my face yesterday, I..." Holmes came to Chen Jianqiu's side.

However, his words stopped abruptly.

He saw black liquid in the basin.

The geologist quickly put his finger into the basin, observed it after a little stickiness, and then put it in front of his nose to smell it.

He opened his eyes wide and blurted out involuntarily:

"stone……"

But Chen Jianqiu rushed him upstairs, covered his mouth, and winked at him: "Don't say anything."

Holmes quickly understood what Chen Jianqiu meant. Although he still couldn't restrain his excitement and his body was still trembling slightly, he generally returned to normal.

"Oil?" Chen Jianqiu confirmed in a low voice.

"Hmm." The geologist nodded with certainty.

"Keep calm." Chen Jianqiu ordered, and the two of them squatted next to the basin, with their backs to Vaughan and their soldiers.

"Wait a while, you find a tent on the edge to hide, I will lure people away, and you find a chance to go back to the fort."

"What if they stop me?" Holmes vaguely knew what was going to happen.

"Then use this." Chen Jianqiu took out a stack of US dollars from his pocket.

"Then what if they see Qian and become malicious and want to kill me?"

"Then use this and add that." Chen Jianqiu took out the hidden revolver from the jacket of his clothes, stuffed it into the pocket of Holmes's clothes,
"You tell them not to work for Vaughn. You will never have less money with you, and you will have food and drink. You are a decent person, and you are sent from above. They will listen to you."

"But..." Holmes originally wanted to say that he was sent by someone from above, and that he was a fake.

But Chen Jianqiu no longer spoke.

He began to carefully examine the two "peacemakers" on his waist.

Yes, there is no exhaustive strategy, and there is no 100% probability of success. In many cases, you have to gamble.

"Oil! Oil!"

Suddenly, a soldier's shout came from behind them.

That soldier did the same thing as Chen Jianqiu, but he was not as calm as the former.

Although the level of education of these soldiers varies, they still have a basic understanding of oil, which they have been looking for for more than five years.

So when he saw the thick black liquid pouring out of the jar, he yelled like he had won the lottery.

Vaughn, who was squatting with his head in his arms, heard the cry of the soldier, jumped up from the spot as if his buttocks were electrified, and ran towards the soldier.

He dragged away a soldier who was watching the fun in front of him, squeezed in sideways, rushed to the side of the jar, grabbed the jar, and stretched his whole hand in.

When he took out his hand again, it was already covered with black liquid.

Black, viscous, with a pungent odour.

oil!It's oil!

Vaughan was ecstatic, knelt on the ground, covered his face with his hands, completely ignoring that his face had turned black.

The soldiers also cheered, as if Christmas had come early.

"We can go home!" A soldier cried with joy, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Go home? Go back to what home?" Vaughan, who had been dazzled by oil, stood up and became ambitious, "We will continue to take root here, build oil wells, smelters, and I will go back to Santa Fe tomorrow. Apply for funding."

The cheers around suddenly stopped, becoming extremely quiet and awkward.

But Vaughn didn't think there was any problem at all. As long as the money was enough, what could not be fixed?

Where there is money, the other country is also the hometown.

He suddenly thought of something, separated the crowd, and found Chen Jianqiu and Holmes who had already walked near the camp.

Vaughan suddenly took out his gun and pointed at Chen Jianqiu who was leading the horse.

"Mr. Vaughan, you, what do you mean?" Holmes asked nervously.

"Mr. Holmes, don't be nervous, I won't hurt you." Vaughn said, "but this Chinese must die."

"But he is my assistant!"

"This yellow man has united with those Indians to empty you out. When they came with you, they plotted against you."

Vaughan didn't know whether he was trying to convince Holmes, or trying to convince himself and the soldiers around him.

"In short, the news of the discovery of oil here must not be known to others." Vaughan said viciously.

He was about to pull the trigger.

But before his gunshot, there was a blood hole in his head.

Vaughn looked at the Chinese opposite in disbelief. At some point, he had an extra revolver in his hand, and the muzzle was still smoking.

"Oh shit."

Vaughn fell on his back after swearing the last swear word.

This officer, who had fought Indians and nature in the wilderness of Roswell for five years, was still dreaming of making a fortune with his master a few minutes ago.

A few minutes later, he died in this wilderness.

The soldiers around Vaughan were also shocked. They had never seen someone who drew their guns so quickly, just like a juggler, and killed their officer in the blink of an eye.

The first to respond was the adjutant.

Since their team has a tradition of dying at any time, Vaughn arranged their seats and succession order for them.

Yes, this sounds like the rules of some gangsters. In fact, this team without a number is basically the same as a gangster, except for the salary from the higher-ups.

The adjutant suddenly realized that he had become the leader of the team.

He quickly drew his gun, and at the same time, there were several soldiers standing beside Vaughan.

Their speed of drawing their guns varied from fast to slow, but the time when Chen Jianqiu announced their death to them was almost at the same time.

The firing pin of the Peacemaker struck the primer of the bullet five times in one second.

The five soldiers, including the adjutant, fell to the ground one after another, whether they had drawn their guns or not.

Chen Jianqiu changed a gun in an instant, and he considered whether to simply deal with the rest of the people directly.

But the rest of the soldiers were looking for cover to hide, ready to shoot at him through the cover.

More importantly, Chen Jianqiu saw not far away on the plain, there was a group of people galloping towards this direction.

He slapped Hei Luobo's buttocks and got on his horse.

The black horse neighed and headed towards the direction of Roseville Town, leaving behind a dozen soldiers who looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Bruno, what shall we do?" one soldier asked another lying prone behind the steam boiler.

A soldier named Bruno suddenly realized that he was the only remaining designated heir.

He got promoted.

"Call sir!" Bruno got up from the ground, glaring at the soldiers behind him,

He pointed to the two honest-looking guys: "You, and you, stay and guard here, others, follow me on horseback!"

No matter what happens later, this guy can't be let go, otherwise how can he lead the team...

A group of people picked up their guns and mounted their horses, and led by Bruno, they chased in the direction of Chen Jianqiu.

Before the gunfire sounded, Holmes bent down and got into a nearby tent according to Chen Jianqiu's instructions.

During the days he spent with Chen Jianqiu, he already had a natural immunity to gunshots.

After all, as a professional hostage, bullets flew out before, so he is calm and calm now.

He quietly watched the movement outside, and only got out of the tent after the sound of horseshoes disappeared.

There were two soldiers left in the camp, and they were cleaning up the mess, one was digging a hole, the other was dragging a corpse.

Holmes understood why Chen Jianqiu wanted to lure the others away.

If there are too many people left, the money will not be enough.

The two saw Holmes get out of the tent. One subconsciously touched the gun, but the other made a gesture to signal him to put the gun down.

"Take it easy, it's Mr. Holmes," said the soldier.

Holmes' mind was running fast, and he was thinking about how to talk to these two soldiers.

But before he could speak, the two soldiers were already chatting on their own.

Their words were full of boredom and confusion about the five years of life, until later they even rose to the philosophical level of discussing life,

One of them was dragging the body, the other was digging the grave, the coroner, the gravedigger.

Holmes rubbed his eyes, thinking he was watching a play full of symbolism.

Suddenly, a group of people appeared near the camp on horseback.

Holmes hid behind the tent sideways and looked over from the side of the tent.

They were the group of people that Chen Jianqiu had seen from a distance before, dressed in formal suits and bowler hats.

Holmes recognized them as Pinkerton's detectives.

None of them noticed Holmes, and they seemed to put all their attention on Chen Jianqiu who was going away.

The detectives had no intention of entering the camp, and they galloped by on horseback near the camp.

"Look, they are in such a hurry, it's like passing by." The soldier dragging the corpse said looking at the detectives going away.

"Have they been here? Or haven't they?" The soldiers in the pit lowered their heads and continued digging.

"Hey, sorry, can I interrupt, I want to go back to the stone fortress now, is that okay?" Holmes interrupted the discussion between the two "philosophers".

The soldier in the pit stopped what he was doing and looked at Holmes: "Oh, Mr. Holmes, if you want to go back, please do so."

"However, I still suggest that you come back later."

He pointed to the dark and thick clouds in the sky.

"looks like it's going to rain."

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