America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 214
A team consisting of Chen Jianqiu's team and the Standard Oil company's assessment team appeared in the wilds of New Mexico.

This team looks mighty, but the speed of progress is not slow.

According to Manager Pete, they are in different groups this time, and they just need to take care of themselves.

Because Chen Jianqiu chose a more direct route this time, instead of going through Albuquerque, he went directly in the direction of Lincolnshire.

The advantage is that it saves a lot of time, and the disadvantage is that it is impossible to stay in a small town hotel where you can take a shower every day as required by Manager Pete.

They had to camp in the wild.

Fortunately, their luggage is quite complete. Every time they set up camp, they not only have a spliced ​​wooden dining table, but also tablecloths and candlesticks.

Every meal, a curly-haired middle-aged man always leads them to pray before the meal, and then enjoy the sumptuous food on the table.

The bed in the tent is not just a simple sleeping bag, but complete bedding.

Compared with their camp, Chen Jianqiu's team seemed much simpler.

Most of them sleep in their clothes and eat the simplest dried meat and dry bread.

At most, one or two hares would appear on their bonfire shelf from time to time, sometimes it was stabbed by Chen Jianqiu with a flying knife, and sometimes it was picked up by corn.

But even so, there were still complaints from the evaluation team.

"Mr. Chen, may I ask how far is it to Roswell?" Manager Pete walked into Chen Jianqiu's camp and walked to the side of Chen Jianqiu who was having a barbecue.

He kept a distance of about one meter from Chen Jianqiu, spoke very modestly, and had a habitual smile on his face, but you could always feel that he was deliberately keeping a sense of distance from you.

"A little further on is Lincolnshire, and then we have to go there and go east, across a desert, before we can see the outline of Roswell."

Chen Jianqiu didn't look up at him either, he turned the roasting fork with one hand, and took out a bottle of Erguotou from behind with the other.

He uncorked Erguotou with his mouth, put his thumb against the mouth of the bottle, and sprinkled white wine on the barbecue.

A little white wine dripped on the barbecue, and then dripped into the charcoal fire together with the oil of the barbecue, making a "sizzling" sound.

The camp was immediately filled with the smell of meat and wine. Sean, who was squatting beside the campfire, stared at the meat on the fire, drooling.

"I heard that the law and order in New Mexico is not particularly good because it borders Mexico, but along the way, it doesn't seem to be that exaggerated." Manager Pete shrugged.

Before he came, both the newspaper and the friends around him told him.

The West, especially New Mexico, is a wild, savage place, where people are everything, thieves, burglars, people of color, they are all very unfriendly and rough, and they will greet your parents at every turn.

"You're right, sir." Chen Jianqiu cut the meat open with a knife, and picked it up with the tip of the knife to distribute it to other people's plates.

Pete didn't intend to continue the conversation at all. What he said just now was just a greeting similar to "the weather is fine today".

He didn't want to stay in such a place for a second.

He turned and walked towards his camp.

Camilla took out a cloth bag from the back of the car.

Chen Jianqiu hadn't noticed this cloth bag before, it seemed that he was carrying it when he saw Camilla coming back from the hotel two days ago, and moved it to the car before departure, and told Li Sifu to handle it with care.

She opened the cloth bag layer by layer in front of everyone, and the contents inside revealed her original face.

It's a guitar.

"You can play the guitar?" Sean said dumbfounded, still chewing on meat.

Camilla didn't speak. She sat on the stone by the campfire, hugged the guitar to her chest, and after tuning the strings for a while, her slender fingers began to pluck the strings.

What she sang was a Puerto Rican folk song in Spanish. Her voice was mellow and delicate, and her fingers were dexterous. It was hard to imagine that the same fingers could pull the trigger and kill people.

No one spoke, and everyone was silently listening to Camilla singing.

The melodious guitar sound, beautiful singing voice, and the crackling of the campfire are intertwined and float over the camp.

Chen Jianqiu was also fascinated by the bonfire.

Suddenly, an eagle whistle came from mid-air.

Chen Jianqiu's gaze turned to the pitch-black night in the distance.

"Everyone is full, let's go, let's go out and relax." He put away his dagger, picked up the Winchester repeater beside him, and walked outside the camp.

Camilla also put away the guitar and stood up. She patted her skirt and followed closely behind.

The others were stunned for a moment, but they quickly understood what their leader meant and followed behind.

As the night darkened, everyone in the camp on the Standard Oil side packed up and got ready to rest.

Manager Pete yawned in the tent.

Alas, this damn oil, the original plan to go home for Christmas fell through, but who let himself lead the high salary of Rockefeller?

It's better to finish the matter here earlier, and then return to the civilized world as soon as possible.

Just as he turned off the kerosene lamp and was about to get under the covers, there was suddenly the sound of a horse neighing outside the tent.

Then, there was a gunshot that couldn't be clearer.

The bodyguard's voice pierced the night sky: "There are robbers! Quick! Get the gun."

Gunshots rang out continuously outside the tent, footsteps and shouts mixed together.

Manager Pete quickly jumped up from the quilt. He didn't have time to put on his clothes, so he tremblingly went to get the gun.

However, when he opened the curtain of the tent, a gust of cold wind came in, almost freezing him stupid.

Although the winter in New Mexico is not so extremely cold, the temperature difference between day and night is still very large, which cannot be tolerated by wearing a one-piece underwear.

Just as he was about to go back to put on his coat again, a hand reached into the tent, grabbed his collar, and dragged him out of the tent.

The owner of that hand threw him to the ground, and then punched him in the face.

Before poor Pete could react, he was knocked unconscious on the ground by several punches.

"Boss, I can't help beating this guy." A man wearing a square scarf stood up from Pete's body and looked at Manager Pete who was lying unconscious on the ground with disgust on his face.

He spits old phlegm in Pete's face.

At this time, the camp of Standard Oil Company was in a mess.

The tent was torn to pieces, the bodyguards who fought back with guns were shot to death in the camp, and the remaining professionals from the assessment team were tied up and thrown beside the tent .

A dozen robbers in square scarves were cleaning the camp, and they were loading valuables into the carriage.

A leader-like person picked up a pie on the table, stuffed it into his mouth, and ate it with relish.

"Boss, do you want to kill these people?" A robber pointed to several Standard Oil employees kneeling on the ground trembling.

"Don't kill people at every turn, do I look like a natural born killer? We only seek money, not kill." The leader taught earnestly.

Not long ago, he just got advice from an expert, and only then did he find this place far away from the emperor, and he set a new professional standard for himself.

Robbery also needs a mass base.

"Take off their clothes!" the leader ordered.

"Head, there seems to be a camp over there, but there seems to be no movement." The subordinate pointed to a distance not far away, as if he could vaguely see some flames.

"Let's go, let's go over there and have a look after the things are moved." The leader gave an order.

After a plunder, each robber mounted his own horse.

They took a fully loaded wagon with all sorts of things on it, leaving behind a few employees who were stripped naked, shivering in the cold winter night, and Manager Pete, who was unconscious.

The group of robbers quickly approached the camp.

They thought that the sound of gunfire would alarm this side, so they were ready to fight.

However, when they walked into the camp, they found that there was no one in the camp.

No one around the fire, no one in the tent.

The strange thing is that the horses are all there, but the people don't know where to go.

"Boss! There are also a lot of supplies on the carriage." A robber opened the iron bucket on the carriage and saw that it was full of daily necessities.

"Take them all away." The leader beamed with joy, and it seemed that this time he had gained a lot.

Just as the robbers walked towards the carriage, ready to take them away together.

A few dark shadows emerged from the night outside the camp.

A quick-reacting subordinate subconsciously went to draw a gun from his waist, but was knocked down to the ground by a shot in an instant.

The leader was stunned, but then a voice rang next to his ear, and this voice knocked him out of his wits.

"Tiago, you're doing well, and the team has been formed in a few weeks."

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(End of this chapter)