America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 339 How about I try to clap my hands?

After Ackerman got off Dodge City with his dozen or so people, he bought horses and marched along the railroad line to New Mexico.

They thought that they might encounter some difficulties along the way, but they never thought that the difficulties would be so great.

They first entered the mountains of Colorado and watched all kinds of wild animals bark their teeth at them; then they lost the railway in the no-man's land in eastern New Mexico and almost lost their way.

During this period, they encountered at least three waves of gunmen of unknown origin.

But fortunately, the two sides just had a face-to-face meeting, and they both knew that the other party was not a good person. After some consideration, they did not exchange fire.

They also experienced water and food shortages along the way.

Jennings sighed along the way.

If the explosives in the package could be eaten, he would have eaten them long ago.

The gang robbed two teams of unlucky pedestrians along the way, before reaching a town where people could be seen.

There were several yellow-skinned people at the door.

The capital city of New Mexico is not what they imagined.

"We cleaned up before we left," Ackerman added. "Please come in. On behalf of Mr. Henry, what I want to discuss with you involves the future structure of the Gunpowder Association. It is very secretive."

They stopped in front of a grocery store.

"Don't you think it's a bit dark in here?" Chen Jianqiu glanced around.

Ackerman didn't look back, his voice came from the front, but there was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth:

"Delaware," Jennings replied absently.

He walked between the two of them and put his hands on their shoulders.

"Jennings, do you think I look like a businessman in this suit?" Ackerman asked his subordinates while looking in the mirror with his butt pouted.

Ackerman thought it was an Indian at first, but after a closer look, it didn't look like it.

A yellow-skinned young man.

"Someone seems to have cleaned this place?" Chen Jianqiu looked inside the barn, then turned to the two of them with doubtful eyes: "You didn't come here alone."

Chen Jianqiu chuckled, and said to the three people behind him: "You guys wait for me outside."

They paid the bill, walked out of the clothing store, and took Chen Jianqiu and the others out of the city.

No wonder the architectural style here doesn't look like American.

Ackerman stretched out his hand and slapped behind him.

From the outside, the buildings of the farm are basically intact.But when they walked into these buildings, they found that only the warehouses were barely accessible.

Ackerman and Jennings suddenly realized.

"Are you dreaming?" Jennings scolded angrily, "Then you are toasting instead of eating and drinking."

New Mexico is too desolate, even if it is outside Santa Fe, let alone kill one person, even if it kills dozens of people, no one will know.

Chen Jianqiu smiled:
"The Chamber of Commerce is indeed not suitable for discussion, but choosing a date is worse than hitting the date, you lead the way, let's go now."

The young man asked while looking at the clothes on the shelves on the first floor.

"Could it be that the agreed meeting date has passed?" Ackerman scratched his hair and said to himself.

"I found it when I was passing by." Ackerman and Jennings pushed open the door of the barn, and made a gesture of invitation to Chen Jianqiu.

"In this way, you come to the city with me, and other people, those who should look for water should look for water, and those who should be prepared should prepare."

"Just the two of us." Jennings looked nervous, his feet plowing the ground.

Ackerman, who was at the front of the team, looked towards the farm from afar.

As expected of a subordinate who has followed him for many years, he knows how to play by ear, and he can lay an ambush without prior notice.

This seems to be the best way he can choose at present.

Now I'm at a disadvantage here, but it's not necessarily the case when I get to the farm outside Santa Fe.

It seems that Boss Chen still has a few people under him, and they are well-informed in Santa Fe.

"Boss, why don't you just forget about it, I think their western outfits are pretty good." Jennings pointed to the denim jacket and the hat next to it on the clothes rack.

"Roswell?"

"Mr. Chen, do you have any worries? This is your territory."

In the mirror, a third person suddenly appeared.

After walking around the city, they finally found a place to live in the west of the city.

He changed his politeness outside and became extremely arrogant.

Ackerman's cardiac arrest.Subconsciously want to draw a gun.

He thought there were only two people on his side.

A voice came from behind them.

The young man didn't answer this question, he picked up a cowboy hat, put it in his hand and looked at it:

What's more, it was after the bill was announced.

Not only can these people speak English, they don't have braids on the back of their heads, and they speak with confidence.

Their hands were already on their revolvers.

The two people on the second floor couldn't afford it, and there were still some high-end goods on the first floor.

"That's right." Chen Jianqiu touched his chin and stopped talking after that.

When they looked up, they found that those Chinese had disappeared.

These two don't know anything about Spanish.

The horses of several people stopped at the door of the barn.

"This is the Mexican-American gathering area in Santa Fe, and the words of the white people are in the west of the city." The man pointed to the west.

"Sir, can I help you?" One of them noticed them and asked.

"So where did you guys come from?" Ackerman asked.

Little did he know that he was always neat and tidy, as soon as he arrived at the farm, he would be let on the plane.

Boss Chen didn't seem to notice this detail, talking and laughing with the three people he brought.

The most terrible thing is that these Mexicans all speak Spanish.

After dancing and gesticulating for a long time, no one understood what they were talking about.

What's wrong with this person, it's over in one "oh"?

It is said that it is very close to the chamber of commerce.

He gave orders to Jennings and the other thugs who were laboring.

Fortunately, the meeting time originally agreed in the letter happened to be at noon tomorrow.

On the other hand, Jennings didn't dare to make a sound.

"We are Chinese, from Roswell. What about you?"

"We'll stay in the city for a couple of days, and we'll come back and let you know if we have any news."

"How did you find this place?" Chen Jianqiu got off his horse and looked around the barn.

In the end, Ackerman decided to find a place to live and talk about it tomorrow.

Both Ackerman and Jennings froze for a moment.

"Beng~" He clenched his fingers and then opened them, making a blooming gesture.

"I hear you two are from Delaware?"'

The next day, west of Santa Fe, near the chamber of commerce.

The only thing they gained along the way was that they didn't need to find a special place to ambush.

By the time they were about to arrive in Santa Fe, the original dozen or so handsome Eastern thugs in suits and leather shoes had completely lost their spirits, and they couldn't even speak.

There was no movement.

Although the accent is strange, it is indeed English.

"No need."

The two finally had the opportunity to figure out the exact date now.

Mr. Hunter's clothes still couldn't hide the ferocity of the two, and they were still two thugs.

"If those conditions are still there, I may not be able to agree." Chen Jianqiu said with a smile, "Unless I lead the association."

He felt a little strange and took a few more shots.

Ackerman glanced back at Chen Jianqiu.

"Boss, why don't we look for water first, or we'll die of thirst before that boss Chen gets on the plane."

"We're going to fly them into the sky, understand?" Ackerman has threatened nakedly.

But he suddenly glanced at the three people who came in with the young man from the corner of his eye.

The door closed behind Chen Jianqiu.

"What's the date today?"

The smile on Chen Jianqiu's face disappeared.

Ackerman and Jennings got on their horses and headed towards Santa Fe.

His hair was matted in one piece and looked like a clump of straw wrapped in dry mud.

Ackerman stood at the gate with his hands behind his back and asked Jennings who was cleaning the table.

The group soon arrived near the farm.

The streets are narrow, the buildings are strange, and there are all kinds of people on the road, but they all look like Mexicans.

"The new location you set will not be outside the city, right? There is no one around there."

"Shut up, let's go to the Chamber of Commerce now!" Ackerman straightened up.

Ackerman's mind was spinning rapidly.

Ackerman agreed.

"Um, where is the nearest hotel, and why don't people here speak English?" Jennings tried to look a little more friendly.

"Snapped"

On the streets of eastern cities, it is very difficult to meet English-speaking Chinese.

"How do you know?" Ackerman turned around sharply.

Sunlight shone through a small window into the warehouse.

"I am the Chen Jianqiu you are looking for."

Ackerman interrupted his subordinates, put his hands together on the table, and stared fiercely at Chen Jianqiu:
"You know, how we treat those who don't listen?"

It seemed that he didn't cry when he saw the coffin.

Since Astor and Chen Jianqiu visited the clothing store last time, Mr. Hunter has been preparing a lot of one-size-fits-all clothes in the store.

This Boss Chen is still playing tricks, thinking that he has the chance to win.

Jennings is also sorting his clothes, and he looks into the mirror.

Ackerman and Jennings glanced at each other, lowered their heads and fell into deep thought.

"Shut up, I didn't ask you." Ackerman rubbed the dirt from his hair.

After speaking, he turned and walked into the barn.

"Snapped"

"I don't know." Jennings shook the dry cloth on his hand, and the dust on the cloth flew all over the room, "Boss, we haven't had the concept of date for a long time."

"Don't talk nonsense, do you agree or disagree?" Jennings' attitude became arrogant, and he asked with his hips akimbo.

They said that they were in a hurry, and there was no time to make an order, and they needed ready-made clothes.

He asked a little rudely, and those people showed a little displeasure, but they still answered his question:

After leaving Santa Fe City, Chen Jianqiu asked suddenly.

"I don't know." Jennings asked three questions. He looked at his listless brothers, and then said to Ackerman:

"Oh."

But after discussing for a long time, they still couldn't come up with a reason.

He seemed to see a person near the barn, and after seeing the group of them, he quickly turned back into the barn.

But they had a little doubt again.

They even cleaned the inside and outside of the farm, especially the warehouse, to make it look less desolate.

"It's not convenient to talk in the city, let's change the place another day." He was so nervous that he could almost hear his heavy breathing.

Chen Jianqiu agreed.

The two of them suddenly felt that things were not that simple.

Behind him were three people, all wearing bright revolvers around their waists.

Ackerman and Jennings were overjoyed and hurried to follow.

The answer from the Chinese surprised the two of them.

"Hey, bumpkin, Mr. Henry asked you to join the Gunpowder Association, what do you think?" Ackerman sat down on the chair by the table in the middle of the barn.

"You don't need to go to the chamber of commerce or anything. Let's talk about something here."

"Snapped"

"I would like to hear the details." Chen Jianqiu asked with interest.

Still no movement.

These few people look different from others.

Two strange customers came to Mr. Hunter's clothing store early in the morning.

So they settled on an abandoned farm in the northern suburbs of Santa Fe.

He walked to the table, bent down, supported the table with both hands, and stared at Ackerman intently.

The only ray of sunlight in the warehouse illuminated half of his face.

His gaze is as sharp as an eagle.

"Do you want me to clap your hands?"

(End of this chapter)