America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Escorted by Detective Pinkerton, Meyer fled Albuquerque in embarrassment.

On the way, Meyer pondered over Captain Pinkerton's words over and over again.

He made up his mind and decided to do what the captain said.

But the captain was obviously absent-minded along the way, and his answer to Meyer was extremely perfunctory.

"Is there something you are hiding from me? Captain Dolby?"

When he was about to arrive in Roswell, the upright Meyer finally couldn't help it, and said to the Pinkerton detective captain.

"No." Captain Dolby rode on the horse, looking around, with an absent-minded look on his face.

Meyer was a little depressed.

He began to feel sorry for the money his company spent.

They continued walking and soon saw the gate of the refinery.

For the first time, Tim Lynch was standing at the door, waiting for them.

Seeing Lynch, Captain Dolby next to Meyer changed his listless look and kicked his horse hard.

The horse ran wildly towards the gate of the refinery, and soon came to Lynch.

Dubi flew off the horse, adjusted his hat, and ran towards Lynch.

He gave Lynch a big hug.

"Aha, long time no see, my good brother, if you hadn't written to me, I really didn't know you were in this place full of loess." Dolby patted Lynch on the back.

A rare smile appeared on Lynch's sullen face.

"I estimate that you should arrive in the next two days, and stood on the tower early in the morning to watch."

The two exchanged pleasantries and seemed to be old acquaintances.

Meyer, who arrived later, was left alone, and he tried his best to intervene to ease the awkward atmosphere.

However, the two men walked side by side into the factory without even finishing their conversation.

When he was about to reach Lynch's room, Lynch suddenly remembered that there seemed to be someone behind him, and he turned his head to look at Meyer:
"Manager Meyer, you are tired all the way, go back and rest first, Captain Dolby and I have something to talk about."

Meyer wanted to say something, but the two had already entered the room one after the other.

The door slammed shut.

"What the hell are these Pinkerton detectives here for?" Meyer began to wonder if they could protect the company's kerosene.

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"It's definitely not for tourism." Chen Jianqiu, who was standing at the entrance of Xinzhen, put away his binoculars.

He returned to Roswell two days before Meyer and the others.

Based on his knowledge of Detective Pinkerton, the strength of these people is by no means bad.

If they really want to deal with Thiago's gang of robbers, it shouldn't be a problem.

But after this group of people accompanied Meyer in Albuquerque, they did not take any direct action, but ran back to Roswell impatiently.

"Boss, do you want me to find out their reality?" Asuka stood behind Chen Jianqiu and asked.

"No, just be careful recently." Chen Jianqiu said.

After all, he raised the binoculars again.

On the distant horizon, a horse team appeared.

This horse team was the person he had been waiting for these two days——John Browning.

Browning did not come alone. The young man named He Jiasheng and five or six Chinese with rifles on their backs rode behind him.

After returning from the cave, Chen Jianqiu sent He Jiasheng to Browning, and asked him to study English by himself.

These guys are very smart, and he plans to focus on training them. If there is no accident, he will be the chief security officer of the Montrose gun shop in the back.

The cavalry finally arrived at the entrance of the town.

Looking at Browning who was sweating profusely, Chen Jianqiu stretched out his hand with a smile, and handed him a piece of clean cloth.

"Is the journey going smoothly?" Chen Jianqiu said.

Browning took the cloth and wiped the sweat from his brow: "Chen, why did you come to this hellish place? Is Montrose bad?"

"Then you have to ask those policemen in Denver." Chen Jianqiu handed Browning another water bag, "Two days ago in Lincolnshire, a businessman I knew quietly came to tell me about my reward order It's still posted on the bounty list outside the Denver Police Department."

"You can get a lawyer to help you with these things." Browning shrugged. "I heard you have a very good lawyer."

Chen Jianqiu shook his head with a smile, and at the same time looked at He Jiasheng behind Browning intentionally or unintentionally.

Looking at the past, I almost didn't see half of the young man's life.

"Oh, he didn't say it." Browning had more dealings with Chen Jianqiu, so he quickly explained, "I've seen some of your business documents, and they are very professional."

Side by side, the two walked along the road at the intersection towards the town.

While walking, Chen Jianqiu introduced this newly completed town to him.

Now there are shops, clinics, restaurants, and reading rooms in the town.

There are also neat rows of houses for people to live in, and there is even an earth temple near the experimental field in the south of the town.

Whether this land temple was first proposed by Chen Jianqiu is unknown, but it must have been approved by him.

In his words: "This is his land, let whoever you want to manage it, let whoever manages it, Chinese gods are better than American gods."

Browning sighed a little, how did it happen in less than half a year.

Chen Jianqiu smiled.

Of course, it was his own money, the young Chinese who kept coming in, and the resources provided by King Astor IV.

As a real estate tycoon, although he is in New York, he can entrust a housekeeper to provide Chen Jianqiu and the others with a lot of technical and resource support.

The land near the oil field is still his. The town has to be built, people have to be attracted, and the value of the land has to be speculated.

Otherwise, what kind of real estate?

Of course, there is another important reason.

"If you are in a precarious situation and are always racing against time, you can do it too." Chen Jianqiu said.

Browning was confused, but he didn't seem to care too much about it.

Because, in front of his eyes, a yard appeared.

Inside the yard is a simple warehouse and a factory building under construction.

"What is this place?" Browning asked curiously.

"A place prepared for you." Chen Jianqiu patted him on the shoulder, "I'm going to discuss with you, whether it is possible to build an arsenal in Roswell."

"Here? The arsenal?" Browning looked around, seeing the desolation, and couldn't believe Chen Jianqiu's words.

"Yes, there is also a laboratory for developing new weapons." Chen Jianqiu pointed to the desert not far away, "I have prepared the shooting range for you."

"You're not kidding, are you?" Browning looked at Chen Jianqiu.

With such a large shooting range, what kind of weapon do you want to develop?

"There is not even a railway here, so how are the raw materials brought in? How are the guns shipped out?" Browning raised a more critical question.

"There will be."

"There are no machines or anything."

"There will be."

Browning looked at Chen Jianqiu with firm eyes, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"In the near future, many people will come here, and they all need to work." Chen Jianqiu pointed to the Chinese workers who were carrying construction materials on the construction site.

"In addition, I can also help you develop some good things that you can't imagine." Chen Jianqiu's eyes showed a hint of cunning, "Sufficient funds and human support."

Browning was moved.