America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 525 The Bounty of the Strongest Female in the West
The manager trembled for a long time before opening the heavy door of the vault.

The vault was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

"Go turn on the light!" Torrio moved his neck.

Under the triangular scarf, his face was twitching with excitement.

This will be the first step in all his plans.

The manager felt the wall and pulled the cord on the light inside the house.

The lights in the vault were brightly lit in an instant, and it suddenly became clear.

Stacks of boxes were piled up in the room, and in the corners, there were some prickly eggs that were bulging inside.

The manager's eyes wandered, and his expression was a little nervous.

But this little move was captured by Torrio.

He waved his hands at his subordinates: "Boys, pack your things, hurry up, we have 10 minutes."

The masked gang scattered and walked towards the boxes and sacks.

Torrio, on the other hand, turned and squinted at the manager.

"What? Are you going to run away? My friend?" He bent over and patted the manager's cheek with the barrel of a gun, "You should be a witness, otherwise, the boss will ask you later, and you will not be easy to explain. "

The manager didn't even dare to vent his breath.

"@!#!@￥#" he whispered.

"Sorry, please speak up, or I'll just stick the barrel of the gun in your mouth."

Torrio's barrel moved toward the manager's mouth.

"I said! I said" the manager shuddered, just about to speak.

His words were interrupted.

"Boss! There's nothing in the box!

shouted a masked gang member who was rummaging through boxes and boxes.

"Boss! Not here either!"

said another.

Torrio turned around.

Those boxes had already been opened by his subordinates, but there was nothing inside.

He walked to the sack in the corner, reached into the sack, and grabbed a handful of the contents.

These are bills in arrears.

There are copies that the government owes others, and there are originals that others owe the government.

Torrio looked carefully at the names of those who owed money to the government, all members of the Tammany Society.

There are many, and they are important members of the New York City government.

"Hahahahaha! Hahahaha!" The Italian threw the white bills into the air violently.

Bills fell from the sky like snowflakes and scattered all over the ground.

He looked mad and laughed sharply.

The gang members around looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a while.

Torrio's laughter stopped abruptly.

He tore off his mask, walked quickly to the manager, and pointed the gun to his forehead again.

This time, though, his index finger was already on the trigger.

"My dear friend, please tell me, where did the money in the treasury go?!" Torrio's eyes were wide open, the corners of his mouth were grinning wildly, and his tongue subconsciously licked his lower lip.

"No, no money, really, really no." The manager's words could not be connected into a complete sentence.

"My friend, let me tell you frankly, if you don't say anything, you only have three seconds to live in this world!"

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

Just when Torrio was about to pull the trigger, a voice came from outside the vault door.

"Don't embarrass this poor man. He didn't lie. The New York City government really has no money."

A yellow-skinned face appeared at the door of the vault.

He was wearing a black woolen overcoat and a floppy hat on his head. He had piercing eyes, and the hard black stubble on his chin and lips made his sharp-edged face even tougher.

In his hand, he held a golden revolver.

Compared with ten years ago, Chen Jianqiu is less youthful and more mature.

Behind him, Holiday wearing glasses, Li Sifu holding a semi-automatic rifle, and the agents of the Border Detective Agency followed.

The helpers in the room were the first to react.

He raised the gun in his hand and wanted to shoot Chen Jianqiu.

But it was accompanied by a few rapid gunshots.

Those people lay down on the ground one after another.

Chen Jianqiu's gun was smoking.

He shook his revolver at Torrio:
"A few more bullets, for the rest of you."

"Ah, Mr. Chen, long-awaited."

Torrio didn't put down the gun in his hand, but looked at Chen Jianqiu.

He had seen Chen Jianqiu's photo, kept researching on Chen Jianqiu's fortune, and finally saw a living person today.

"It seems that my younger brothers on the first floor may not treat you well on my behalf." He said to Chen Jianqiu.

"The level is too low. I never pay attention to my back. I was knocked down by two flying knives." Chen Jianqiu looked around, looking indifferent.

"Your plan is very good. It should be enough to deal with the idiots of the New York Police Department, but you probably didn't expect that the Tammany Association has hollowed out the New York City Government like this?" He sympathized Look at Torrio.

"Actually, you can't get anything at Wells Fargo Bank." Chen Jianqiu said, "After all, there is not much gold in the entire United States now."

"So, you guessed it, right?" Torrio asked.

Chen Jianqiu pointed to himself:

"Challenge your own umbrella, smack east and west, and confuse the scene. You are imitating my success trajectory everywhere, even to seek the first pot of gold."

"So, I think about it with my own thinking, and I know what you will do."

He paused, then pointed at Holiday with his thumb again:

"Of course, you also made a mistake. In New York, if you ignore the frontier detective agency, you can't do anything."

Torrio, who took off the triangular scarf, laughed even wilder:

"Oh? Really? So, you think we're the same people?"

Chen Jianqiu did not answer.

"Yes, we are different. You have weaknesses, but I don't!" Torrio asked himself and answered, while looking at the bank manager who was pointed at by his gun.

The manager has been scared out of his wits.

"Let us go, or watch this person die?" Torrio stared at Chen Jianqiu.

"Do you think I care about this person's life or death? Do you know why I left Sergeant Roosevelt on the first floor?" Chen Jianqiu spread his hands, "If you want to kill him, kill him. After you kill him, your head will be with yours. Subordinates are also blooming.”

The Italian laughed again.

He twisted his neck like a poisonous snake.

"If you don't care about this person's life, do you care about your family's?" He stared at Chen Jianqiu, "If I remember correctly, your wife and children should live in the mansion at 36 York Avenue, right?"

Huo Ledi and Li Sifu's expressions changed instantly.

"Chen, do you want me to send someone to protect them immediately?" Huo Ledi asked eagerly in Chen Jianqiu's ear.

"It's too late, Mr. Chen, the gopher is already on the way with five people." Torrio raised his eyebrows, "Believe me, if you kill me here, tomorrow, the corpses of your wife and children , will appear on the river bank just like that policeman."

"You dare to touch a hair on them!" Li Sifu was furious, and wanted to go up and beat this desperate Italian.

"Haha, haha, hahahahaha." Torrio whistled, "I can't help it, your border detective agency should know about people like Gopher, he should have a higher record in your case, right? a ha ha ha."

Chen Jianqiu raised his hand to signal Li Sifu not to move.

He folded his arms across his chest, tapping his shoulder with the revolver in his hand.

He tilted his head and looked at Torrio.

"Mr. Chen, can we sit down and talk now?" the Italian asked.

Chen Jianqiu shook his head.

He stepped forward suddenly, and almost instantly bullied himself in front of the Italian.

Chen Jianqiu squeezed his head, raised his knee, and pushed his knee under Torrio's ribs.

Torrio didn't see Chen Jianqiu's movements clearly at all, he just felt a sudden suffocation, and then severe pain came from the place where he was pushed.

He bent down in pain, and the gun in his hand fell off.

Immediately afterwards, he was hit again.

Chen Jianqiu's elbow slammed hard on the Italian's back from top to bottom.

The Italian fell to the ground.

"Tie it up for me, and hand it over to Roosevelt later." Chen Jianqiu tidied up his clothes.

"Hahahahaha, Chen Jianqiu, you really are a ruthless person who abandons his wife and son, I like you more and more! Haha, cough, haha, cough, cough," said Torrio, who was held down by the detective, panting.

But what Chen Jianqiu said next made the Italian unable to laugh for the first time.

"You said you studied me, but don't you even know what my wife used to do? You don't really think my wife is a vase, do you? Where did you get the illusion? Italian brother?"

Torrio's "idol", looking at him with pity.

Not only pity him, but also those unlucky ones who went to trouble Camilla.

Upper East Side, No. 36 York Avenue, Little Astor's mansion.

Here is a rich area with beautiful environment and quite quiet surroundings.

Usually, the police will focus on patrols and guards to check for suspicious people.

Not enough for a police officer.

Because Bullock transferred all those in uniform.

"The big bad wolf, dressed as Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother, knocked on the door."

Camilla was sitting on a chair by the window of the room, holding a book of fairy tales, and telling stories to Little Pengkun lying on his lap.

But Xiao Pengkun didn't seem to be very interested in his mother's story.

In his hand he was playing with a golden revolver.

His father's.

Only Chen Jianqiu
Such a father, and a mother like Camilla, would let their children play with revolvers.

"Mom, why didn't Dad play with us when he came to New York?" Xiao Pengkun raised his head, blinked and looked at Camilla.

"He's very busy." Camilla stroked Xiao Pengkun's head and said softly, "Didn't you ask your father for his revolver? This is his third treasure."

"Then what's the second treasure?" Xiao Pengkun asked with his head tilted.

"it's me."

"What about the first baby?"

"It's you, silly boy!" Camilla closed the fairy tale book.

"Dong dong dong."

A maid stood at the door of the room and knocked on the door of the room.

"What's wrong?" Camilla asked.

"Ma'am, someone is knocking on the door, saying that they have come to deliver the wardrobe. Mr. Chen ordered the wardrobe." The maid replied respectfully.

"Wardrobe?" Camilla was a little puzzled.

She didn't remember when Chen Jianqiu mentioned to her that he had ordered a wardrobe.

"Are they still at the door?" Camilla asked.

"Yes, ma'am." The maid nodded.

Camilla pushed aside the veil on the inner layer of the curtain, and looked through the window towards the door.

Sure enough, there were several men wearing workers' clothes and hats standing at the door.

Behind them, there is a wardrobe with a height of one person.

After Camilla glanced at it, the expression on her face suddenly changed.

As the best female bounty hunter in the West, her sense of smell is extremely sensitive.

Fugitives, thieves, and murderers basically cannot escape her violet eyes.

What's more, my husband's taste is not bad enough to order a cabinet with such a rough style and workmanship at first glance.

"Take Peng Kun to find a place to hide on the second floor." She stood up and said to the maid, "No matter what happens outside, don't come out."

"Mom, what happened?"

Xiao Pengkun suddenly felt that his mother had become very strange, murderous and cold as ice. .

"Go and hide," Camilla said.

Xiaopeng Kun shook his head: "Mom, I'm not going anywhere."

Camilla glanced at her son, nodded, then waved to the terrified maid, signaling her to find a place to hide.

She walked quickly to the bed.

Pulled out a box from under the bed and opened it.

Inside lay a sniper rifle with a scope, a new Browning automatic pistol, a dagger, and some bullets.

Camilla took out the pistol, dagger and bullets.

She handed some bullets to Xiaopengkun's hand.

Xiaopeng Kun's eyes lit up.

"Mom, do you have bullets to play with again?"

While loading her pistol, Camilla said to Xiao Pengkun, "Yes, the big bad wolf is knocking on our door. You can fight as your father and I teach you."

Xiaopeng Kun nodded.

He also followed his mother and loaded the bullet.

At this time, outside the gate.

The gopher is listening carefully to the movement inside the door.

"Head, why do we have to bring such a big wardrobe?" The subordinate was a little puzzled, looking at the wardrobe behind him and asked.

"Because we're going to put the woman and child in here and take them back." Another subordinate seemed a little smarter, and quickly replied.

"Boss said he was going to die or live?"

"It's alive, but it shouldn't be a problem if we touch it. I heard that the woman is very beautiful, hehe, hehe." The man's mouth grew big, and the saliva almost flowed out.

While the two of them were discussing, the gopher was getting impatient.

The servant went in and there was no movement for a long time. Maybe he noticed something and ran away from behind.

Can't wait any longer.

He took out his own unlocking tool from his clothes and began to operate it.

Not long after, the lock was opened.

The gopher pushed open the door.

It was quiet inside.

He originally planned to step in, but after thinking about it for a while, he greeted the subordinate who was addicted to his mouth just now:
"Hey, you go ahead."

As soon as the subordinate heard this, he immediately swaggered in.

It seemed that there was really no one in the room, even the maid from just now was gone.

Several people came to the hall.

"Boss, are they not at home or running away?" the subordinate asked.

"Go to the second floor and have a look." The gopher looked gloomy.

However, just as they were walking towards the stairs, they were about to go up to the second floor.

Only a "bang" gunshot was heard.

The person walking in the front fell to the ground in an instant, and the blood flowing from his chest stained the floor red.

A Chinese child who looked only seven or eight years old was standing on the stairs on the second floor.

He held a golden revolver in both hands, still smoking from the muzzle.

Gophers are a little unbelievable.

He really couldn't believe that it was the bullet fired by this child that caused the death of his subordinate!

"You have stained the floor of our house." Xiao Pengkun said coldly, looking at the blood on the floor.

Gopher and the others hastened to draw out their revolvers.

However, a red shadow quietly appeared behind them.

Camilla came out of her hiding place wearing a red dress with a pistol in hand.

"Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!"

She emptied the gun in an instant, knocking out the five remaining men, including the gopher.

While working as a bounty hunter out west, the Caribbean beauty was known for having a low survival rate for her bounty hunters.

Generally, when completing the bounty of "Life or Death", she prefers to choose "Death", although the bounty will be less.

When she was a bounty hunter, the amount of the bounty was secondary, and her original purpose was to uphold justice and help the weak.

And Camilla has always believed that the best end for those bullying villains is to die by their own hands.

"Peng Kun, go back to your room. You have done a good job today." Camilla waved to her son, as if they just finished the homework assigned by the teacher.

Xiaopeng Kun left obediently.

Camilla squatted down and looked at the gopher who hadn't breathed yet.

She stared expressionlessly at the man on the ground covering his wound with her violet eyes.

"You killed someone, this house doesn't belong to you, you wait to be hanged." Gopher rolled his eyes and said.

Camilla didn't speak.

She has no habit of speaking to her prey, especially dying prey.

She took out her dagger and slit the gopher's throat neatly.

(End of this chapter)