America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 213 The Desperate Lawyer

The tied lawyer heard the movement above, raised his head, and looked in the direction of the hole, his small eyes filled with horror.

Chen Jianqiu walked down the ladder, carried the lawyer on his shoulders, and brought him back to the first floor.

The Mexican who was shot in the hand was talking in Spanish, and he didn't know whether he was cursing or asking God.

Listening to the noise, Hanif raised his hand and punched the man in the face: "Shut up, you Mexican monkey!"

The Mexican was honest after being punched, clutching his hands and humming in the corner.

Chen Jianqiu pulled out the rag stuffed into the lawyer's mouth and threw it to Hanif.

Lawyer "Yue" retched, then coughed repeatedly, and then continued to retch.

"What kind of crap are you?" Hanif lifted the rag in his hand and observed it under the kerosene lamp, "Why do you look like underwear?"

The lawyer threw up even more.

Chen Jianqiu waited for the lawyer to finish vomiting, and said, "Are you Dylan's lawyer?"

Dylan had just recovered from his dizziness. He raised his head and saw Chen Jianqiu and Abiot behind him. He panicked and backed away again and again:

"I know you, you are Scott's people! You are a gang, and you are going to kill me!"

Chen Jianqiu drew out the gun at his waist, raised his hand and shot the two Mexicans one by one.

One of the two Mexican kidnappers had a bullet hole in his head and lay motionless on the ground.

The lawyer covered his head, jumping every time the gun fired.

"You should believe that we are not a gang now, right?" Chen Jianqiu put away his gun and said to the trembling lawyer, "Don't worry, we are not here to kill you. If we want to kill you, you should now Lie down with them both.

"You, you killed someone." The lawyer kept shaking.

"You killed a lot of people for Scott, right?" Chen Jianqiu put on a smile, "As far as I know, you kill people without blood."

The lawyer was silent. He didn't personally kill anyone, but the things he did for Scott indirectly ruined many families.

Suddenly, the lawyer threw himself forward in front of Chen Jianqiu: "Help me! Help me! Scott is going to kill me!"

Chen Jianqiu stood up, which made the lawyer touch only his trouser legs.

"Go back and sit down." Chen Jianqiu looked down at the lawyer who was kneeling on the ground and sweeping the floor gracefully, "Why is Scott so eager to attack you?"

In the west, human life is worthless, and it is not new to kill a person, but Chen Jianqiu believes that Scott's style of doing things will not be so hasty if he wants to kill a well-known lawyer.

Abiot dragged the lawyer up from the ground, Camilla brought a chair, and the lawyer was pushed on the chair.

The lawyer bowed his head and remained silent.

It seemed that he did not fully trust the person in front of him.

"It's fine if you don't want to say it for now, but why should I save you?" Chen Jianqiu sat opposite Dylan, "Why should I offend a dignitary in Santa Fe or even New Mexico for you?"

"I, I can pay you, as long as you can find a way to keep me alive." The lawyer said tremblingly.

"I'm not short of money." Chen Jianqiu shook his head, "What's more, do your properties still have anything to do with you?"

The lawyer fell silent again.

If Scott knew he was alive, he would have to find a way to kill him no matter what.

"Well, you follow me first, and when the wind relaxes a bit, I will find a way to send you out of New Mexico." Chen Jianqiu thought for a while and said.

The lawyer's mind was racing.

This is a paradox. Those two Mexicans died, and now only these people know that he is alive.

If you follow him, your life is actually in his hands.

This man killed two Mexican kidnappers like he killed a chicken, and if he was going to kill himself, it would be as easy as pie, whether he did it himself or through Scott.

However, I don't seem to have much choice.

At least, the person in front of him saved himself once.

"Have you figured it out?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"Okay, I'll follow you first." The lawyer nodded helplessly.

"Then you wait here for us, we will come tomorrow." Chen Jianqiu waved to the others.

"Wait!" The lawyer who had just calmed down suddenly spoke again.

He looked at the dead bodies of the two Mexican kidnappers on the ground, trembling: "Why don't I go with you, I'm here alone, I'm a little panicked."

Chen Jianqiu thought for a while, then turned to Hanif and ordered: "Hanif, I may trouble you, and bring the lawyer back to Roswell early tomorrow morning."

Hanif agreed, but he pointed to Abiot: "What about him?"

"He has to follow me." Chen Jianqiu replied.

The two former bounty hunters "hummed" at the same time.

The next day, in front of the Santa Fe Hotel, Chen Jianqiu and his party were already ready to go.

The barrel on the carriage was still there, but the crude oil in it had been emptied by Sean, and it was replaced with some daily necessities, especially some rare things that couldn't be bought in Lincolnshire.

For example, a stack of books that Holmes found in the Santa Fe bookstore; for example, a stack of new cloaks that Chen Jianqiu got from Mr. Hunter's clothing store, and a few more were put on consignment in Mr. Hunter's store a fine wool blanket.

Of course, the ladies didn't get nothing. There was an extra bottle of perfume in Camilla's bag, which Chen Jianqiu saw on the shelf in Astor's office, so it became Chen Jianqiu's pocket as a matter of course.

Li Sifu was checking the bundled luggage on the carriage. He repeatedly pulled the ropes to see if they were secure;

Sean babbled and poured bitter water on Holmes. He set up a small stall for a week, but he still didn't sell much;
Camilla was quietly brushing her white horse with a horse brush; while Rabiot, the bearded man, was checking his sidearm.

Chen Jianqiu pulled out the black radish, took out his pocket watch, and glanced at the time.

It was more than half an hour late than the agreed time.

Standard Oil's assessment team has yet to be seen.

"Wait another 5 minutes, we will set off if no one arrives." Chen Jianqiu turned his head and said to everyone.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a group of carriages appearing at the end of the street in front of the hotel.

The first two carriages were full of people, and the last few carriages were loaded with luggage, accompanied by the swaying carriages, clanging.Behind the luggage were a few bodyguards with guns on their backs and riding horses.

Chen Jianqiu frowned.

It’s not that he has never seen an expert team engaged in oil exploration in the west. Smith and the others are a good example. Most of them are dusty, and their faces are blackened by the wind and sand in the west.

Even so, they still have to worry about whether they will lose their lives.

But these people in front of them obviously have no experience in this field.

Standard Oil's business is mainly in some refineries in the east. These few don't look like they have been working in the west all year round.

As for those bodyguards, Chen Jianqiu glanced at them.

Adding one piece is probably not enough for Abiot to be reliable.

The motorcade quickly stopped in front of Chen Jianqiu, and a fat man with a mustache stepped out of the carriage.

His beard can be compared with Hanif's curling arc.

"Are you Mr. Chen?" The man with the mustache walked to Chen Jianqiu and smiled at him very professionally. "My name is Pete, and I am the business development manager of Standard Oil Company."

Chen Jianqiu nodded.

"These are members of our team." Manager Pete pointed to the carriages behind him, and there were several men in suits sitting inside.

They were chatting about their own, without any intention of responding to this side.

Manager Pete shook hands with Chen Jianqiu, turned around and walked towards the carriage.

"Ready to go!" Chen Jianqiu waved to the crowd behind him.

Just when he was about to turn around and walk towards Black Radish, he suddenly saw Manager Peter, who got into the carriage, quietly took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his hands a few times.

Without any expression on his face, Chen Jianqiu turned over and rode on the black radish.

(End of this chapter)