America 1881: They Call Me Legend

The next day, Santa Fe train station.

White, Donovan, and Tom stood on the platform with several Pinkerton detectives.

Next to them was a train bound for Kansas.

Although Donovan and Tom were very dissatisfied with White's high-set eyes on weekdays, they knew in their hearts that this pockmarked face still had its own skills in business.

Without him, the two of us and those behind us probably wouldn't even be able to find the shadow of Jesse James, let alone figure out Chen Jianqiu's details.

Therefore, for this departure, White is still in charge of leading the entire team.

White's temper was not good. He repeatedly looked at the clock on the clock tower not far away, very irritable.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm late."

Finally, Chen Jianqiu appeared on the other side of the platform wearing a black morning coat and a top hat.

He was holding a beautiful woman in a purple Basir skirt, and the slim fit highlighted the lady's graceful figure.

"Come on, come on." The conductor, with a nonchalant expression on his face, urged Chen Jianqiu to get on the train quickly.

Two shiny gold Colt revolvers lay at the edge of the suit.

"Sorry, only the policemen are allowed to carry guns on this carriage." The conductor looked businesslike, "We will not confiscate your gun, but you need to deposit it."

"Because these two guns are very valuable, if they are stored in the cargo box, there may be a risk of loss." Chen Jianqiu said to the conductor.

"This is a newly passed law in Santa Fe. You should know that guns are also stored uniformly in many taverns in Santa Fe and surrounding areas."

The conductor scratched his head.

He was too lazy to talk nonsense to the young man and woman.

White straightened his clothes and snorted angrily: "This carriage does not allow guns to be brought in."

Then as long as the gun is fired, shot, and injured, these two people will understand the cruelty of the western world.

Only White with a pockmarked face, with dissatisfaction written on his face, and the moon craters are directly connected into a piece.

"Oh, I have two guns. I don't know if I can bring them on the train." Chen Jianqiu pointed out the guns in the box to the train conductor.

However, he and the detectives were stopped.

These two revolvers were rebuilt by Browning for Chen Jianqiu by hand, and the workmanship is very fine.

Donovan, Tom and the other detectives were deeply attracted by Camilla's beauty.

He suppressed his emotions, looked at Chen Jianqiu and Camilla who were holding hands, and snorted softly.

Then, he met Chen Jianqiu.

He took out the ticket and handed it to the conductor.

Most of the time on the trains in the west, as long as you don't take out your gun at any time, let alone a pistol, you can carry a long gun as you want.

"What's the matter? The train is about to start, why are there still people below?" He stuck his head out and looked out of the train.

"If you can't store it, just store it." They persuaded.

They came to White and the others talking and laughing.

White didn't say much.

Li Sifu ran over from the other end of the train with a suitcase in his hand.

Even if it is careless for a while, it is not uncommon for the bullet to be loaded.

This kind of person has read too many detective novels and heard too many stories about the sheriff of the west, so when his head gets hot, he has the idea of ​​galloping his horse to the west to make friends and enemies happy.

"We are detectives of the Pinkerton Detective Agency." White pointed to the metal badge on his chest, "Our long guns have been stored, and we only wear revolvers."

He took Camilla's hand and helped her into the car. He boarded the car himself and glanced back at White and the other Pinkerton detectives.

I went to Lincolnshire and Roswell before, and found nothing, no rumors or facts about him breaking the law.

"Mr. Chen, right, yours is a first-class box, please go this way." The conductor pointed to the next compartment, very enthusiastic and smiling.

White's lungs were about to explode, and the other detectives were dumbfounded:

This old man is the conductor of this train.

"Hello, Captain Eaton!"

The detectives took out their revolvers one after another, put them in a box, and prepared to take them to the back for storage.

"What happened?" Chen Jianqiu stretched his neck behind and asked.

If his skin color changed and he walked on the streets of New York, people who didn't know him would definitely think he was the heir of a family business.

"We have a gun license and a law enforcement license from New Mexico!" White and Donovan behind him took out their ID cards from their pockets.

This man looks like a rich young man from a rich family.

It's not the first time they've worked a case in the West, either.

White turned to board the train.

A golden light came out of the box, so flashing that the conductor couldn't open his eyes.

He has never encountered such a thing.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but you can't bring your gun on the train, please store it together." The conductor said, looking at the revolvers around the waists of several Pinkerton detectives.

"Mr. Chen! You are late."

"Then what, sorry, I want to ask, can this kind of gun be brought on the train?" Chen Jianqiu opened his box.

White cursed and wanted to rush up to argue with the conductor, but was stopped by Donovan and others.

"Boss, you and your wife's horses are all on the train, in the back wagon."

The gunsmith even had his hand measured.

The conductor's face returned to the impatient look just now:
"He is a collection of art, and yours is a gun. Can it be the same?"

"You still don't get in the car?" The old man made a gesture of invitation to the inside of the car.

Just stay where it's cooler and don't delay catching Jesse James.

"Is this not good? I won't embarrass you, right?" Chen Jianqiu closed the box and said to the train.

This is the first time I heard that even revolvers are not allowed on the train.

He had met the chairman of the board when he was at Santa Fe headquarters to handle business.

The body of the gun was plated with gold and carved with exquisite patterns.

"Why can he bring a gun into the car?"

"Mr. Chen!" The old man greeted Chen Jianqiu happily, "Are you coming to take the car yourself?"

The gun body and parts have been modified, using the latest smokeless gunpowder ammunition, which is more powerful and more stable.

The conductor glanced at Chen Jianqiu's face, seeing that it was a Chinese, his impatience became heavier.

It won't take long, and he believes that he can also find his flaws.

They regard chasing the murderer as a child's play, but they don't know that it is a life-and-death fight.

"And our bullets are detached!"

Like spring flowers blooming, the smile blooms extremely brilliantly.

This young man looked nothing like the Denver "Light Hanger" or "Two-Knife Butcher" he had been investigating before.

If the young man in front of him had nothing to do with Lynch's death, he was just a businessman who came from the east.

Rather than being a tool for killing people, these two guns look more like works of art.

After they made way, Chen Jianqiu and Camilla walked up to the conductor.

At this time, an old man with a white beard in a blue uniform appeared behind the conductor.

But when he took the ticket and saw the carriage number displayed on the ticket, his face seemed to have changed.

"You go back first." Chen Jianqiu took the box from Li Sifu's hand, and waved to Li Sifu.

"Sorry, I don't know what Pinkerton Detective Agency is." The conductor shrugged, looking impatient. "If someone is carrying a gun in a public car, it's just horrific.

They pointed to Chen Jianqiu's disappearing back, and asked loudly to the conductor:

Chen Jianqiu always heard that there was something wrong with this sentence, but he still greeted the old man back.

If he really was the target the Pinkerton Detective Agency was tracking.

The Pinkerton detectives were speechless for a moment.

"Hey! Are you still on the train?" The conductor's voice brought them back to reality.

They were helpless, so they had to store the guns as required.

Accompanied by a sharp whistle, white steam smoke emerged from the front of the car, covering the entire train.

The train started slowly.