America 1881: They Call Me Legend

The tavern was still bustling with people coming and going.

People don't seem to be too affected by the daytime gunfights, and they still drink and gamble as they should.

However, it is clear that the residents of Tombstone Town have an opinion on Sheriff Wyatt.

Around their tables, no one wants to sit too close.

Firstly, he was in awe of these murderers, and secondly, he didn't want to be heard by the Righteous Master when he talked about them.

However, the sheriff and his brother and friend didn't care too much about it.

They continued to play their cards and drink their wine.

It was about ten o'clock, and I don't know how many rounds of the game had passed, and there were a few more empty wine bottles on the table.

"Everyone, I'm a little sleepy, and I'm going to go back to rest." Virgil yawned, "Go ahead and play."

Standing on the crutches beside the table, he took his hat from the hook on the wall and put it on.

"Do you want Holiday to take you back?" Wyatt stood up and looked at him with concern.

"No, I'm not disabled yet, kid." Virgil smiled at him, patted the revolver on his waist at the same time, and then walked out the door on crutches.

"What about you?" Wyatt watched Virgil walk out of the tavern door.

"I'm a little tired too." Morgan moved his neck.

He stood up, took the wine glass and walked to the window, and looked at Virgil's back through the window.

It was pitch black outside the window.

He turned around, leaned his back against the window, took a sip of wine, and said to the sheriff: "Wyatt, shall we explain to Sheriff Bihan tomorrow? I just thought, maybe we are too close together to ignore his feelings."

Wyatt leaned back on the chair, staring at the table thinking about something, and didn't answer his words.

"Maybe, we can..."

Morgan didn't finish his sentence.

Suddenly, a gunshot outside the house cut the silence.

"Get out of the way!" Holiday yelled at Morgan.

He sprang from his chair and rushed towards the window, trying to knock Morgan down.

However, it was too late and the glass shattered.

The expression on Morgan's face froze.

Several gunshots rang out one after another.

Morgan's body stiffened and fell forward, falling heavily to the ground.

He was shot several times in the back, and blood flowed from the wound, soaking his clothes.

His eyes, wide open, remained as they were before his death.

The bullets shot through the window and hit the table, making the curtains dance, the cards on the table flying, and the glass cups smashed to pieces.

There was also chaos in the tavern.

People in this town are used to people dueling in taverns, but it doesn't mean they turn a blind eye to attacks from outside the tavern.

Wyatt got under the table immediately, drew his gun and fired back blindly out of the window,
However, now the outside of the tavern is dark and the inside of the tavern is lit.

Therefore, generally speaking, the outside can see the inside, but the inside cannot see the outside.

Wyatt's counterattack had little effect, but he was knocked down by the howling bullets.

He looked down.

Seeing his brother Morgan's open eyes, he felt a sudden pain in his heart.

"Morgan!"

After Virgil walked out from the door of the tavern, he walked towards his home step by step on crutches.

When he was young, he used to laugh at veterans who had lost a leg in the Civil War, and how funny they were when they walked on crutches.

As a result, I never imagined that I would have a day when I was injured and on crutches.

He stopped, leaning on his cane, and took out cigarettes and matches from his pocket, trying to light a cigarette for himself.

However, after wiping the match a few times, it didn't strike.

"It's really useless." Virgil laughed at himself.

However, at this moment, by the moonlight, he suddenly glimpsed out of the corner of his eye a few people standing on the dark second floor by the street.

He couldn't see the faces of these people clearly, but he could clearly see that they all had guns in their hands.

He subconsciously reached for the gun in his pocket.

However, the people upstairs opened fire.

Almost instantly, Virgil was shot several times at the same time and fell down.

in the tavern.

Holiday's reaction was faster than Wyatt's. He quickly stuck to the wall and found a blind spot where the bullets could not hit.

He activated the shooter and quickly found a man hiding on the second floor across the street.

The man was holding a revolver and shooting frantically into the house.

Holiday raised his hand and shot the man down from the second floor.

However, the consequence of this is that the shooting from the opposite side is more intensive.

Holiday had to risk changing positions again and hid.

This also made it impossible for him to fight back outside.

"Wyatt! We have to do something!" He ducked a bullet and looked at the sheriff.

Holding the gun tightly in his hand, the man stood up from the hail of bullets, ready to fight to the death outside.

However, at this time, there were continuous screams and the sound of people falling from a height suddenly came from outside the window.

After more than ten seconds, the sound of gunfire became thinner until it disappeared.

Holiday and Wyatt glanced at each other.

"They withdrew?" Holiday said, and he quickly glanced out the window, but he didn't find any trace of those people just now.

He turned to see Wyatt holding his brother's body tightly in his arms.

"Morgan! Morgan!" He called his brother's name.

However, the person in his arms had permanently lost his life and could not respond to him.

At this time, Sergeant Bihan rushed in from outside the door with people.

"Did you catch them?" Holiday rushed to Bihan and asked eagerly.

Bihan was a little confused: "No, we just arrived, and those people had already run away when we arrived."

Holiday suddenly thought of something, he directly passed Bihan, took three steps and two steps, and rushed out of the tavern door as fast as possible.

"Quick! Follow him!" Bihan ordered to the people around him.

Not long after, Holiday came back.

His face was dignified, and his usually neat hair was messed up by him.

"Wyatt, Virgil is dead."

Several people who went out with Holiday appeared behind him.

They carried Virgil's body.

Sheriff Wyatt, who lost his two brothers in a short period of time, was devastated. He could not cry or howl, but buried his head on Morgan's body.

"I know who did it, Beehan!" Holiday pulled the sheriff out into the street.

At this time, there were several corpses lying on the street, pale by the moonlight.

They were all beaten down from the second floor and fell to the ground.

He pulled one of them by the hair and turned his head up, letting the moonlight clear his face.

"You see clearly, this is Ike's man." He shouted at Bihan.

"We need to get a certificate first, and then confirm whether Ike did it." Bihan waved at the people behind him, telling them to take away all the guns at the scene.

"Don't be impulsive, I don't want this kind of vendetta to continue in Tombstone Town." He said to Holiday.

"You told me not to be impulsive?! A team of gunmen appeared outside the tavern tonight and killed two of my friend's brothers! They almost killed me. You tell me to calm down?"

Holiday waved his hands frantically at Bihan and roared loudly.

Bihan was speechless. He knew that at this moment, he could not communicate rationally with these two people, so he hurried away with his people.

On the other side of the street, also on the second floor, stood three people.

"Boss, why did we save these two people?" Hanif asked, "Didn't we already get half of the twenty-five thousand dollars?"

"That's right, boss, logically speaking, we should get out as soon as possible." Sean on the side spoke, his white teeth gleaming in the moonlight.

According to what they knew about their boss, Chen Jianqiu was not the kind of meddlesome person.

Chen Jianqiu put the repeating rifle back on his shoulder and said softly:
"I want money, and people, I want too."