America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Browning bid farewell to Chen Jianqiu. He would go back to Montrose first, and then to Ogden.

He has to tidy up the drawings, and then many things need to be arranged.

Before leaving, Browning made a list for Chen Jianqiu, which included some basic equipment, and he needed to purchase the other larger ones himself.

According to the results of Chen Jianqiu's communication with him, this Chinese person doesn't want to make small troubles. He intends to let everyone from Philadelphia to New York who loves to use force to solve problems use his gun.

It doesn't matter what his class is or what his skin color is.

Therefore, machines must be the most advanced, and humans must be the best.

Browning declined to comment on the idea.

He doesn't care who uses his gun, he only guarantees that the gun he designed is easy to use.

This is the professional ethics of a gun designer.

A week after bidding farewell to Browning, Chen Jianqiu stayed in Roswell.

This month's oil convoy should start again.

If there is another problem with this batch of oil, Meyer can directly submit a resignation report to Rockefeller.

According to the internal information he obtained from Astor's steward, Rockefeller was already considering abandoning the refinery.

An oil refinery that cannot produce oil and whose output is not very large is meaningless to the Standard Trust.

He wanted to see how Lynch and the Pinkerton detectives planned to handle this transportation mission.

This afternoon, Chen Jianqiu was working with Zhang Danian in the experimental field with a hoe.

The water from the Pex River was pouring from freshly dug canals into the ravines between each row of seedlings in the field, nourishing the barren soil.

"Da, da, da~"

A sound of hoofbeats suddenly reached Chen Jianqiu's ears.

He straightened up and looked up.

A horse came galloping from the direction of Newtown.

The horse came to the edge of the field, and Li Sifu jumped off the horse.

Chen Jianqiu handed the hoe in his hand to a Chinese beside him, and walked towards Li Sifu by himself.

"Boss, their transport team is ready to go." Li Sifu said eagerly to Chen Jianqiu.

"So fast?" Chen Jianqiu patted the dirt and ashes on his body.

"Well, notify in the morning, pull people, the tanker is ready, and leave at noon."

"This time it's the route discussed by Lynch and the Pinkerton detective chief, and the others don't know it at all." Li Sifu said, "All the detectives and the factory protection team are going to go with the transport team."

"Oh? Meyer has spent all his money?" Chen Jianqiu wanted to laugh.

The cost of escorting the Pinkerton detectives for the whole journey was not cheap, and Meyer was in a hurry this time.

Li Sifu scratched his head and continued: "But this time, I found something different."

"Huh?" Chen Jianqiu narrowed his eyes, becoming interested.

Li Sifu's observation skills are very keen, which is one of the reasons why he took a fancy to this young man.

"The team this time is much longer than before, even twice as long. It stands to reason that the oil refinery can't produce that much oil in a month." Li Sifu tapped his palm with his index finger and said clearly.

"Well, keep talking." Chen Jianqiu signaled Li Sifu to continue.

"In addition, this team, except for the detectives and the factory guard team, has been replaced by our people. The direct workers that Meyer brought over at the beginning are no longer used, but it seems to be the oil tank they loaded. "

"Plus, they don't allow our men to carry any weapons."

Chen Jianqiu touched his chin with his hand, lost in thought.

Use Chinese workers?
The previous few times the oil tanker was stolen or robbed, which made Meyer suspicious. He suspected that there was an inner ghost in the direct line, so he used a newcomer?

No, he knows Meyer. Although he has no prejudice against Hua Gong, he will never trust Hua Gong. Otherwise, he will not use his direct line from the very beginning.

Nine times out of ten the decision was made by Lynch and those Pinkerton detectives.

No weapons allowed?
According to normal logic, if you really trust the Chinese workers, you will definitely equip them with weapons and fight back with the armed guards.

Thiago's gang of robbers, although their combat effectiveness is average, but if they really want to fight, the bullets have no eyes, and the unarmed Chinese laborers will just let others slaughter them.

Moreover, if they try hard to snatch it, even if these people have upgraded their weapons and equipped with a Gatling, they will not be the opponent of the factory protection team and Pinkerton detectives, and they will inevitably end up in the end.

This time, to grab or not to grab?
Chen Jianqiu stood on the edge of the field ridge, looking around.

Roswell, which was originally desolate, is now full of vitality. On the land where there was no grass, green seedlings are now growing; on the construction site and in the fields, there are busy Chinese workers everywhere.

The wind from the North American continent blew across his cheeks, dry and warm.

It was now April and he had no time.

Now that Rockefeller was ready to give up the place, he couldn't rekindle the oil tycoon's hopes.

Chen Jianqiu decided to give Rockefeller a reason to abandon the refinery.

"Inform Asuka and them, the old team members, in 10 minutes, all gather in the food store!"

The refinery's transportation fleet has never been as long as it is today.

Lynch and Captain Dolby rode at the front of the team, Meyer followed behind, and a large group of Pinkerton detectives and factory guards armed to the teeth were distributed in the front, middle and rear of the team.

And what they were staring at was the long oil transport team.

"Tim, this plan should be fine, right?" Meyer looked at the Chinese laborers driving the carriage, a little uneasy.

He didn't know Lynch's plan until shortly before departure.

"Do you not trust the Pinkerton Detective Agency, or do you not trust Lynch?" Captain Dolby looked at Meyer with some disdain.

He has always looked down upon this shrewd and stingy manager.

As a manager, he is a good looking dog; but as a colleague, he is not a person to get along with.

"Mr. Lynch first worked in the Pinkerton Detective Agency. He and his younger brother were called the 'Western Two Heroes' of the detective agency. Countless bandits were frightened by the news. He"

Captain Dolby wanted to go on, but one of the detectives behind him coughed.

Dolby reacted suddenly, knowing that he had made a slip of the tongue, and quickly closed his mouth.

Little Lynch is dead, he really can't open any pot.

However, Tim Lynch didn't have too many waves on his face. He waved to a member of the factory guard team behind him.

The man quickly came to Lynch's side, and there was a wave of loess behind him.

Lin Qi turned his face and asked in a low voice, "Is there any movement over Chen Jianqiu?"

The man shook his head: "Before we set off, he seemed to be doing farm work in the fields south of the town."

Lynch closed his eyes.

The people next to him didn't dare to make a sound.

During this period of time, he has been following his captain, Tim Lynch, to track down Lynch's disappearance.

But recently, Lynch has not allowed him to follow.

I don't know if my captain has tracked down the result.

When Lynch opened his eyes again, his eyes were chilling, and his whole person seemed to be a different person.

Duby on the side was also a little surprised. He seemed to see the famous detective who was famous in the west ten years ago again.

Lynch looked at the Chinese laborers in each carriage with a gloomy expression.

Chen Jianqiu, if you really care about your people, then get out of your fortress.

I have an account, I have to settle it with you!