America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 271 Someone is floating
"Gatling, give me half the price?"

Thiago walked down from the wooden platform, half suspicious, half surprised looking at the two Gatling guns in front of him.

"That's right." Abiot next to the machine gun said, "I'll sell it to you at half price."

The former leader of the Crocodile Gang was overjoyed.

He bent down, stroked the black body of the machine gun, licked his lower lip, and greedily looked at the big guy in front of him.

"Did he not ask for anything else?" Tiago was still a little worried, and turned to look at Abiot.

The "he" in the Mexican mouth obviously refers to Chen Jianqiu.

"It's not a request, it's just a small suggestion." Abiot said.

He looked down on the bandit leader in front of him from the bottom of his heart, but he still said what he said according to Chen Jianqiu's request.

"Mr. Chen knows that there is some grievance between you and Scott, but you also know that Mr. Scott and Mr. Chen have some friendship." Abiot patted the body of the machine gun.

"There is a piece of land near Lincolnshire. It used to belong to Mr. Chen, but now it's under Scott's name. It's closer to here." Abiot paused before continuing.

"In the past two days, Mr. Scott and his family are inspecting his new property there, and I hope you will temporarily put aside the festivities with him, give Mr. Chen a face, and don't disturb him."

Thiago stopped around Gatlin's footsteps.

He turned his back to Abiot, with an uncertain expression on his face.

After the last oil tanker incident, Thiago's Mexican gang became famous in New Mexico, and some Mexican gang members who couldn't get along came to him one after another.

For a moment, his subordinates "gathered heroes, gathering heroes", the team was mighty, and the number was close to two hundred.

With more people, there will be more mouths to eat. Just grabbing the business travel along the way from Lincoln to Albuquerque as before is not enough.

However, Lincolnshire was Chen Jianqiu's territory, and he did not dare to snatch the oil convoy along the way; nor did he dare to snatch the farms and pastures around the county.

This also brought obstacles to him becoming bigger and stronger.

Many people below have complaints, thinking that the gangsters are now in the limelight, so why should they be afraid of a Chinese businessman.

Some people even suggested that the gang's two hundred Mexican good men who were heavily armed had been on the mend, ready to fight.

It's better to rob Lincolnshire directly, then cross the desert, go straight to Roswell, and take Chen Jianqiu's lair.

Under the praise of everyone, Thiago floated away.

Before, he didn't dare.

But now, with these two Gatlings, it's not necessarily so.

He dared to rob Pinkerton with one Gatling, now that two are added, why can't he raise his head and be a man?

What could happen to him around Lincolnshire?
Chen Jianqiu!
You know that I have a deep hatred with Scott, but you still defend him. I'm afraid, this face will not be given to you.

Since that piece of land is not owned by you, Chen Jianqiu, it shouldn't be considered a formal challenge to you if I take care of that old man, right?

Thiago's eyes lit up at the mention of Scott.

This old fellow treats himself as a chamber pot, kicks him when he runs out, and even kills himself.

old stuff!Since you use me as a chamber pot, don't blame me for using your head as a chamber pot.

"Understood." Tiago didn't turn his head, and his voice came into Abiot's ears faintly.

The next day.

A group of Mexicans appeared near Scott's new estate. They pushed Gatling and smashed the gate of Scott's estate into a sieve.

The Mexicans rushed into the house.

"Find me this old thing, Scott!" As the leader, Thiago kicked open the door of each room, "I want his whole family to die!"

He intends to crush the Republican leader of New Mexico to ashes!
However, Scott is not here.

An old man who looked very similar to him was tied up and pushed in front of Thiago.

The old man was shaking like chaff, and his white hair hung down in front of his face in a mess, covering his face.

The Mexican bandit leader squatted down, lifted the old man's hair up, and looked at the man in front of him carefully.

This person looked familiar to him, as if he was Scott's younger brother.

"Damn, bad luck." Thiago stood up and kicked the old man to the ground.

"Boss, what should we do?" A gang member behind him asked, "Scott himself was not found."

"All valuables will be taken away from me! The house will be burned!" Thiago said, scratching his hair.

"What about these people?" I asked hesitantly, pointing to Scott's brother and his family members who were kneeling on the ground.

"As a human being, you have to keep your word. If you say kill his whole family, kill his whole family!" Thiago picked his nose, and said lightly to the minion behind him, "Kill them all!"

A big fire burned the manor to ashes, and Scott's younger brother's family was also burned to ashes.

They were tied to the pillars in the hall, the banisters of the stairs, and even the roof.

These people were roasted alive.

Thiago and his gang left the manor contented with the looted treasure.

The only regret is that Scott is not at the estate.

Scott, of course, was not at the estate.

As the leader of the state Republican Party, it is not appropriate to blatantly accept bribes in kind.

Chen Jianqiu put this land under his brother's name.

The old rich man happily moved in with his family two days ago, but he didn't want to suffer such a disaster.

Scott himself was still thinking about how to give Chen Jianqiu a good compliment in his office in Santa Fe.

As expected, I was right about this young man, he was very capable and sensible.

If Chen Jianqiu is not a Chinese, he really wants to consider cultivating this person as his successor.

For now, use it first.

"Member! Member! Something has happened!" An attendant ran into Scott's office with a piece of paper in his hand.

"Huh?" Scott frowned.

This is a telegram from Lincolnshire.

Although the railway has not yet arrived, the telegraph line has already been laid in Lincolnshire first.

The telegram described what happened at Scott's estate in brief language.

After reading the telegram, Scott felt a throbbing pain in his chest and almost passed out.

His only biological brother and his family were burned alive by a group of Mexicans led by the former crocodile gang leader Thiago.

"Where's the Sheriff of Lincolnshire? Huh? Dead?" Scott growled.

His eyes were red and his white hair stood on end like a wounded old lion.

"I heard that there are many people in Thiago, and the sheriff can't do anything." The entourage said tremblingly.

"What about Chen Jianqiu? What's the matter with him! Why didn't he make a move? Didn't I hear that he was in Lincolnshire? What about his weapons?" Scott panted, his chest heaving up and down.

The entourage handed him another telegram.

It was Chen Jianqiu calling.

The general meaning above is that I am very angry when I hear the bad news, and will lead a dozen or so people under my command to crusade against more than 200 Thiago.

Even if there are few people, they still have to fight to the death with the Mexican gangs and fight to the death.

"Um, this Mr. Chen told me before." The entourage lowered his head and said in a low voice, "He said that he was all Chinese, and he didn't dare to have too many armed forces, otherwise he would be criticized and cause unnecessary trouble. "

"Fart! Those people are all American citizens! They are all state militiamen! The war of independence in our country was fought by the militiamen. Who dares to make irresponsible remarks?" Scott was going crazy.

"Then I'm going to let him and the militias in the surrounding counties mobilize?" the follower asked.

"No, it's too slow. I'll figure out what to do about him later." Scott shook his head.

He wished Thiago would be brought to justice tomorrow.

"What other weapons are available nearby?" Scott asked.

The entourage thought for a while: "Captain Crook and his two federal cavalry battalions seem to be nearby. They are chasing the Indians, and the distance will not exceed a hundred miles."

"However, they shouldn't listen to us, right?"

Scott's snarl echoed through the office again:

"At once, at once, telegraph to Lincolnshire and send to Crook! Shoot as I say!"

　One more, two more later
　　
　
(End of this chapter)