America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 441 The fastest skill in the west
The explosion didn't come as expected, and the policemen under him had no intention of taking risks to go further. In addition, the unlucky reporter had been standing by the side with a pen to record.

Sergeant Porter had no choice but to stand still and stare blankly at the pickets.

There is still a stalemate here, and some people on the rooftop not far away can no longer hold back.

"What is Potter doing?"

The governor looked in the direction of the square.

From their direction, only Hawley standing on the caravan and the crowd around him could be vaguely seen.

The police were not present in the square as planned, let alone arresting and dispersing the crowd.

People in the square were still staring at their young leader.

The applause continued to ring out in the square and lasted for a long time.

"Get Heilman to me!" the governor whispered to the entourage beside him.

Go away in a hurry.

After a while, Hellman came up the stairs.

He's been around since the beginning of the parade.

Seeing Heilman coming, the governor ticked his fingers at him, then took him to a corner of the rooftop, and asked in a deep voice:

"What's going on with you and your people?"

"Mr. Governor, something may have gone wrong, um, the person I was looking for, maybe, was timid"

Hellman replied.

His current state is as uncomfortable as eating shit.

He has been in the industry for so many years, and he rarely misses people, but the experience of these two days made him doubt his career.

First, the man named Hanif took his own money and then nothing happened.

The person in charge of one state of the dignified border detective agency, after being slapped to the end, actually stays in the original unit with a shameless face, do you want to have a face?

Furthermore, the undercover agent named Bo Wen gritted his teeth when chatting with himself, as if he wanted to sacrifice himself generously, saying, "There is no GM in the world who does not bleed. If you want to bleed, start with me!"

As a result, no one was seen at the critical moment.

Who are the border detective agencies recruiting?How did they get so big?

"I shouldn't be in charge of this matter. If it wasn't for Brannan, a dishonest bastard who ran away, I wouldn't have come to you at all."

The governor's face was cold, and he gave Hellman a hard look.

"Listen, if I don't see those bastards in the plaza get arrested in half an hour, you and Brannan will get out of California! Do you understand?"

Hellman didn't dare to refute, turned around and hurried downstairs.

The governor let out a breath and walked to the railing on the side of the roof.

He and the merchants around him were now fully focused on the opposite square.

No one noticed that there was one person missing on the rooftop.

After Heilman went downstairs, Chen Jianqiu also went down.

Hellman hurriedly walked towards the square with two Pinkerton detectives.

They came to the bottom of an apartment building.

Sheriff Porter's yelling came from the next street.

"You stay on the first floor and don't let anyone in." After the sheriff ordered the two subordinates, he walked towards the second floor.

There were several apartments on the second floor, and Hellman walked quickly to the door of one of them.

He took out two wires from his pocket, twisted them a few times in the keyhole, opened the door and walked in.

There was no one in the room, saving him some trouble.

Hellman walked quickly to the window.

He opened the curtain a crack, and then looked out along the crack.

The window of this apartment is facing the scene of the confrontation between the police and the workers' pickets.

The police officers were all dejected, their guns were almost unsteady, and Sergeant Porter was also helpless, standing in front of his own police officer, with his arms akimbo cursing.

"You bastards, do you have the ability to touch me?"

While scolding, the sheriff kept his eyes on the movement on the other side.

He had exhausted all his courage.

As long as there was any movement on the other side, Potter would immediately lie down or crawl into the crowd behind him.

However, the workers did not respond as if they had been trained.

There was no backlash, no yelling at each other.

Duncan looked impassive, but kept his finger close to the trigger of the revolver.

Hellman took a deep breath.

Time to refresh those below.

He gently pushed the window open with his left hand, touched his waist with his right hand, and his gaze fell on Potter.

Hellman was about to shoot the sheriff in the non-lethal part.

arm, or thigh.

At this distance, there is absolutely no reason for him to miss, but if this unlucky guy is hit to the bone or the wound is infected, it is none of his business.

The barrel of the revolver stuck out of the window and aimed at Sergeant Porter.

Just as Heilman was concentrating on it and was about to pull the trigger.

He suddenly felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

It was a sense of impending danger.

This is his famous stunt in the West for so many years, and it is also one of the secrets of his success in Pinkerton Detective Agency.

Not everyone has this talent.

From the reflection of the window glass, Hellman suddenly saw a person emerging from the shadows, and a hand knife struck him.

The detective sideways avoided the hand knife, turned the muzzle of the gun in his hand, and wanted to shoot the assailant behind him.

He's fast enough for a man in his 50s, and maybe even faster if he's younger.

Chen Jianqiu's first shot missed.

His attacks rarely miss, especially the first hit.

However, there was no pause in his movements. He held the knife in the air, turned his palm into a claw, and grabbed Hellman's hand holding the gun.

Chen Jianqiu's movements were extremely fast, and he came first.

Before Hellman could react, his hand and the gun were firmly held by the opponent.

He wanted to pull the trigger, but found that Chen Jianqiu's middle finger had locked his finger, preventing him from moving.

The corners of Chen Jianqiu's mouth raised slightly, and his index finger suddenly exerted force, knocking on the cylinder of the runner.

The entire bullet nest flew out as if hit by a hammer, and hit the floor of the apartment with a "boom", rolling away far away.

Hellman was completely dumbfounded.

His Colt is a single-action revolver. Unlike Chen Jianqiu's modified one, the revolver can bounce sideways. Its revolver is fixed on the gun body.

This gun has been with him for a long time, it is sturdy and durable, but now it is like a toy in Chen Jianqiu's hands.

After just a moment of absence, a sharp dagger was already on Hellman's neck.

"Boss Chen, you are very skillful."

Restrained by others, Hellman let out a long sigh, and a few words popped out of his mouth.

"Well, why are Brananga's servants so old?"

Chen Jianqiu put a dagger on Hellman's neck with one hand, and began to draw a gun from Hellman's body with the other hand.

In addition to the one that Chen Jianqiu destroyed just now, there is another one in the boots and one in the clothes.

"Is Bowen also under your control?" Hellman asked.

"Can I choose not to answer your question?" Chen Jianqiu stuffed the gun into his pocket, and pouted at the door of the room.

Hellman was escorted out by Chen Jianqiu, and then went down the stairs to the first floor.

At the corner of the corridor on the first floor, he saw the two subordinates who were helping him out, both sitting on the ground against the wall wearily.

Heilmann closed his eyes.

He has never encountered this kind of skill in the west for decades.

My fate should be the same as the two people in the corner.

However, he waited for a long time, and the dagger didn't cut his throat.

Someone was tying his hands with rope.

Heilman opened his eyes and found that the person holding the dagger had become Hanif he was familiar with, and the person who was tying his hands was a young man he didn't know.

And Chen Jianqiu has long since disappeared.

Heilman didn't speak, but looked at Hanif with contempt.

"Don't look at me like that!" Hanif didn't care about Hellman's eyes at all, "The head of the Border Detective Agency in California personally tied the rope for you, you should feel honored."

Donnie finished tying the rope, pulled it twice to see if it was strong enough, then straightened up and smiled at Hellman honestly.

"Let's go fast, the platform on the other side of the square has been set up, waiting for him to play."

Hanif said.

(End of this chapter)