America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 282 The Walking Twenty-five Thousand Dollars

Chen Jianqiu looked in the direction of the long table.

A cowboy staggered to his feet.

His face was as red as a piece of cooked beef, his hat was hanging on the back of his neck, he pointed to the dealer sitting behind the table, and his tongue was a bit short: "Why you, you only win me, but mine, but, keep losing To that, that nigger?"

The table in front of him was empty, but there was a pile of banknotes in front of Sean next to him.

Sean spread his hands to the people around him with an innocent face: "God bear witness, I didn't cheat!"

"I, I don't believe it. Let's do it again." The cowboy's eyes were red. I don't know if it was because he drank too much wine or lost his eyes.

The banker is a gentleman wearing a black tie.

"Are you sure you want to come again? Sanchez?" The gentleman shuffled the cards in his hand and asked without changing his face, "You have no money."

"Fart!" The cowboy named Sanchez took out a money bag from his arms, "Holiday, keep your eyes open!"

His hands were shaking from drinking, which caused him to fall directly from the purse onto the table.

Several silver coins rolled out of it.

Sharp-eyed people have already seen that the money bag is full of silver coins.

"Deal the cards quickly! 'Doctor'!" Sanchez sneered, staring at Holiday as the banker.

Holiday didn't dodge his eyes at all. He stared at Sanchez with red eyes with the same eyes, shuffling the cards skillfully in his hands.

Soon, the cards were dealt.

The only players on the table were Sanchez, Sean, and the banker—"Doctor" Holiday.

"Open!"

With Sanchez's roar and everyone watching, the cards were lifted.

"F~u~c~k!"

The swear words burst from the cowboy's mouth, and he slammed his fist on the table.

History is surprisingly similar.

He lost to Holiday again, and Holiday lost to Sean again.

The bag of silver coins in front of him now belonged to the negro.

"Shit! Fuck you, there must be something ulterior between you." Losing a hand in the same way again made Sanchez unacceptable, and he growled angrily.

"Damn nigger!" His eyes were red like a ghost.

"'Wild Dog', you were the first one to renege on my account when I was in the dealership." Holiday looked at the cowboy mockingly.

"Without a gun, you are a weak waste." Sanchez's attention shifted from Sean to Holiday, and he found that this person didn't seem to have a gun on him.

His hand quietly touched his waist.

And the wicked Han Kelan who was beating someone at the door just now and another person beside him also slowly surrounded him.

The people around the table all backed away silently, knowing what might happen next.

There were only two people sitting on the long table, one was Holiday and the other was Sean.

Holiday's expression was calm, and his hands shuffling the cards had reached under the table, where a gun was placed.

The reason why Xiao En didn't get up was that Chen Jianqiu and Hanif had already stood up and walked over.

……

Not far from the tavern, under a tree outside the town.

Sheriff Wyatt was leaning against a tree and smoking.

Beside him, hung a horse lantern, providing some light in the darkness.

The sheriff is waiting for someone.

Not long after, there was a rustling sound from the grass behind the tree, and a man with yellow hair came out of the grass.

The man looked around and found no one around, then came to the sheriff.

"Wyatt, you'd better have something to do with me." He looked sullenly at the sheriff.

"There was a carriage robbery not far from the town during the day. The coachman died. According to the traces at the scene, three people did it." The sheriff's smoke flickered in the darkness.

The man raised his head slightly, with a mocking smile on his face: "So, you suspect that I did it?"

"It's up to you, Ike." Wyatt looked into the man's eyes.

This man named Ike is also a member of the "Collinth Cowboys" and is known for his bravery.

"Wells Fargo is offering a reward of three thousand six hundred dollars for the discovery of those three murderers," the sheriff went on. "I'll give you that money if you can tell me who stole those carriages."

Ike's expression relaxed a little, obviously these bounties are very tempting.

He looked left and right again, then took a few steps forward, approaching the sheriff: "If anyone, anyone, knows what I'm telling you, Sheriff, I mean anyone."

"No one else will know, Ike, on my honor." Wyatt dropped the half-smoked cigarette butt on the ground.

"'Mad Dog' Sanchez, Head, and 'Bad Guy' Crane."

After Ike said these three names, he turned his head and left the scene in a hurry.

A smile appeared on Wyatt's face.

Knowing the name of the criminal, he can find a way to arrest these three people, and then press for the whereabouts of the twenty-five thousand silver coins.

However, at this time, several gunshots were suddenly heard from a tavern not far away.

The sheriff turned and mounted his horse.

He wants to go back and solve the problem of law and order first.

……

in the tavern.

Chen Jianqiu walked to the table, picked up a silver coin that fell on the ground, held it in his hand, and then sat down at the table.

He still had the cigar in his mouth, and he played with the silver coin without saying a word.

"Why, do you want to stand up for them? Yellow-skinned bastard?" Sanchez stared fiercely at Chen Jianqiu who was sitting down. He bared his teeth and looked like a wild dog.

And his two accomplices had already stood to his left and right, with their hands on their respective guns.

"Where is the rest of the money?" Chen Jianqiu suddenly asked for no reason.

Everyone present was confused by this sentence.

However, the faces of the three people on the opposite side changed colors instantly.

It's too late, it's too soon.

Sanchez and the two people behind him pulled out their guns almost at the same time.

But Chen Jianqiu was faster than them, and a Colt revolver appeared in his hand like magic.

In the blink of an eye, several gunshots rang out in the tavern.

After everyone reacted, they found that the three of Sanchez had fallen to the ground.

Kelan and another person were each shot in the heart. These two shots came from Chen Jianqiu and Hanif respectively.

But "Mad Dog" Sanchez had more than one wound. His revolver fell to his feet.

Another person also fired.

Holiday's bullet pierced Sanchez's heart, fatally wounding him.

"Are they all dead?" Chen Jianqiu turned the revolver in his hand and put it back into the holster.

"It's over." Hanif squatted down and checked the vital signs of the three people, shaking his head.

"It seems that our twenty-five thousand dollars flew away." Chen Jianqiu stood up, patted the soot on his body, and said to Hanif in a low voice.

The gun he shot at Sanchez hit his hand, but he didn't expect that the sitting banker's marksmanship was equally accurate, killing the Mexican cowboy with one shot.

"Don't worry, this is our self-defense." The "culprit" was still comforting Chen Jianqiu and the others, "We have many people to testify."

From the looks of it, he is also a veteran of the middle schools.

"Boom." The door of the tavern was opened, and Sergeant Wyatt appeared at the door.

But when he saw the three people lying on the ground, he was dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)