America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 254

At this time, Lynch had already got rid of the entanglement of the Chinese workers and rushed out of the crowd.And beside him, a team of factory guards and a small number of Pinkerton detectives have gathered.

Some of these people are experienced old detectives, some are Lynch's subordinates, and some have escaped from the crowd one after another.

They built a line of defense around Lynch on the road not far in front of the convoy, and kept shooting at the crowd at the same time.

Lynch didn't call out to all the people beside the car to come over.

Because he knew that if he really yelled in this voice, the part of the detectives who entangled with the Chinese laborers would give up.

As soon as they ran to this side, Hua Gong and Chen Jianqiu would come along with the defeated soldiers.

His line of defense is absolutely unable to withstand such an impact.

At that time, the real defeat will be like a mountain.

With their positions in place, the Pinkerton detectives and the factory guards, who had stabilized the morale of the army, showed their superiority in shooting accuracy at this time.

They kept firing bullets at the Hua Gong who were fighting with the detectives, and then gradually moved the line forward.

Even if the Pinkerton detective next to the tanker is dead, the victorious Hua Gong and Chen Jianqiu's subordinates will have to face a row of black muzzles.

At this distance, they are waiting to be lined up and shot.

The fighting by the tank truck is still going on.

The Indian tomahawk in Asuka's hand was already stained red with blood, and was still dripping blood. The Indian warrior turned into a god of death, and used the ax to cut off the heads of one detective after another;

The revolver in Abiot’s hand has never stopped firing. The caliber and charge of the revolver in his hand have been modified by Browning. Basically, if a shot hits the head, half of the face will be removed;
Danny, like Chen Jianqiu, uses what he finds.His golden hair was also full of blood.

His strength is very strong, whether it is a plank, a hammer, or even a wooden shaft broken from a carriage, in his hands, they all become sharp weapons for killing people.

The other veterans consciously formed a group of two or three, using swords and guns together to kill the enemy.

They already had a wealth of combat experience, and they crawled out of the sea of ​​blood and corpses, but it was just a different kind of enemy.

The vicinity of the oil tanker was soon filled with white corpses of Pinkerton detectives and factory guards, and the situation on the battlefield became more and more obvious.

Pinkerton's detectives are almost wiped out.

"Everyone check the stock of bullets and alternately maintain firepower!" Lynch gave the order.

In his view, the strangulation of the people around the tanker is about to begin.

When the number of casualties reaches a certain level, those Pinkerton detectives will be defeated, and the front line will not be able to withstand it.

However, at this moment, a bullet suddenly shot from behind Lynch, hitting a member of the factory guard team beside him.

Gunshots rang out behind him.

"Boss, we seem to be flanked." A member of the factory protection team pointed to the direction behind them, his face was ashen, and some Mexicans wearing straw hats appeared scattered on both sides of the road.

They kept shooting in this direction.

It's Thiago's people coming.

"Damn it, you said you didn't start a fight. Look at what it looks like. If you come later, you won't have any meat to eat." Thiago hid behind a rock with a gun, and kicked the scarred face again. Butt kick.

The senior robber waited anxiously at the pre-ambush location, and when he heard the gunshots, he immediately rushed over with his men.

"Boss, we are finished." The member of the guard team cried, "Those Mexican robbers are really here!"

"Impossible, impossible, how did those Mexicans appear here?" Lynch muttered to himself.

This group of people is about to become the last straw that crushes them.

"Shoot those oil tanks." Lynch's face returned to indifference, as if ordering a candle to be lit.

The detective looked at Lynch in disbelief: "Mr. Lynch, there are still people from us over there!"

Lynch knew that these people were not his subordinates, and he didn't bother to talk to them.

He took a few specially made bullets from his pocket and stuffed them into his gun.

These bullets were what he had prepared earlier to detonate those oil tanks.

The first shot penetrated the oil tank and leaked oil, while the second shot, the impact friction generated sparks, ignited the kerosene.

A little luck will explode, and a little luck will turn the surroundings of the tanker into a sea of ​​flames.

He raised his gun.

The detectives around him just wanted to stop him, but they were held in the head with a gun by the armed factory guards.

The detectives stopped breathing, and they stared at the gun in Lynch's hand.

Once this gun is fired, it will bring destruction to those who are still fighting in front of them.

However, when Lin Qi raised his gun, Chen Jianqiu was also constantly looking for his trace.

After knocking to death a Pinkerton detective who didn't know what to do, who was red-eyed and rushed towards him screaming, he looked in the direction of the front of the team.

There were fewer people standing, and the figures gradually became sparse.

Chen Jianqiu activated the shooter state.

The figure swayed, revealing a gap in the middle.

And through those gaps, Chen Jianqiu saw the face of the captain of the factory guard, his eyes, and the sight of the gun in his hand.

The existence of this gap may only be for a second.

But it was enough for Chen Jianqiu to draw his gun and shoot, and the bullets flew by.

The crowd who were fighting didn't realize at all that the bullets pierced the air, passed by their sides, and flew in the direction behind them.

Lynch, who was about to pull the trigger, obviously didn't notice the approach of the bullet. His attention was on the tank truck.

The bullet crossed the crosshairs without warning, got into Lynch's eye socket, and then pierced out from the back of his head, blooming brilliant blood.

Chen Jianqiu didn't make another shot. First, the gap had disappeared. Second, he knew that this shot would definitely kill Lynch.

He dedicated the remaining bullets in the gun to the struggling detectives.

He had no intention of staying alive.

Lynch went to another world with two accounts, Pinkerton's account, he simply added a little more.

The Pinkerton detectives and the factory guard team, who lost their leader, finally collapsed, and they fled in all directions.

However, there is only one road in this valley, so it is better not to run in the direction of Chen Jianqiu, but to run to Tiago.

The Mexican rubbed his hands excitedly: "Come here, push the Gatling I just bought."

Several people unloaded Gatling, who was being dragged by the horse, and pushed him up.

Scarface shook Gatling's crank handle, and another robber began to reload him.

The bullets fired by Gatling raged on the heads of the Pinkerton detectives. There was no bunker in the middle of the road, and with the supplementary guns of other robbers, the remaining people were quickly killed.

Scarface howled loudly in excitement, the scar on his face began to turn red, and Thiago's face also turned red.

And the first group of Chinese workers chasing the escaped Pinkerton detectives had already approached Lynch's original battle line.

This also means that they are about to enter Gatling's range.

"Boss, Boss Chen's people are here, should we stop?" One of Thiago's subordinates wanted to remind his boss to stop Gatling's shooting to avoid accidental injury.

But Scarface didn't seem to hear it at all, the joystick in his hand was still shaking, and Thiago, whether he was deaf, stupid, or for some other reason, didn't even stop his subordinate immediately.

Even, there was a sly light in his eyes.

Gatling's voice made his blood boil.

Thiago saw the Chinese laborers covered in blood, some of them were injured, some of them died.

Chen Jianqiu and his team have just experienced a big battle.

Thiago wants to challenge Chen Jianqiu's bottom line.

Suddenly, Gatling's gunfire stopped.

Thiago turned his head and saw that Scarface was lying on Gatlin, his head had exploded, and blood and brains sprayed onto the gun.

Chen Jianqiu appeared not far from them, holding another "Peacemaker" in his hand, and the gun was smoking.

Chen Jianqiu tilted his head and looked at Thiago without saying a word.

Bad memories returned to Thiago's head, occupying his high IQ.

"Fuck, I thought Pinkerton's people weren't dead yet." Thiago kicked the scar-faced corpse away from Gatling, and at the same time cursed, "What a fucking blind man, he deserves to die .”

"Are you talking about him or yourself?" Chen Jianqiu said slowly, still holding the gun in his hand.

The people around Tiago wanted to move their guns, but he stopped him with a look.

Sweat was pouring down his brow.

"You sell this batch of oil yourself, I want 80.00% of the profit." Chen Jianqiu left behind a word, turned and left.

"Eighty percent! Boss, he wants eighty percent!" Thiago's men widened their eyes, "He treats us like beggars!"

"Shut up!" Thiago yelled.

He suddenly felt that his gang didn't seem to have played any role in this battle.

Eighty percent seems reasonable.

Thinking about it this way, Thiago felt much better.

It’s good if you have money to get it, but the big deal is that you can sell it at a higher price.

However, Chen Jianqiu did not tell him that the [-]% given to him was to make him take the blame.

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(End of this chapter)