America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 76
Danny pressed on Chen Jianqiu's body like a mountain. He pressed his head against the Chinese man under him, using his body weight to suppress it, and touched the gun at his waist with the other hand.

Chen Jianqiu landed on his back, as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer on his chest.Seeing Danny touching the gun, he put his left hand around Danny's head, swung his right elbow, and aimed at the back of his head with an elbow.

The elbow hit the back of Danny's head like a wrench, and the blow was not bad. If it were an ordinary person, he would have already passed out, and if it was serious, he might only be able to move above the neck for the rest of his life.

However, Danny's eyes just went dark, and he felt a little dizzy. He shook his golden-haired head.

Taking the opportunity, Chen Jianqiu drew his foot out, kicked it flying, and kicked away the gun that Danny had already pulled out.

Taking advantage of Danny's trance, he adjusted his figure, locked the sheriff's waist with his legs, and reached for the revolver on his waist.

Unexpectedly, Danny had already recovered. He noticed Chen Jianqiu's movement, and his strong arm clasped his hand.

He planned to break off Chen Jianqiu's fingers one by one.

Chen Jianqiu was wrestling with the sheriff with his right hand, and his left hand was not idle either, beating his temple with punches.

The sheriff was punched twice, staring again, and had to raise his other hand to protect his head.

The wrestling with the right hand has entered the most critical stage.

Sweat dripped from Chen Jianqiu's forehead.

He clenched his teeth, the veins on his neck popped out, and Danny on his body was not much better, his face was flushed,

This man was as strong as a bear, and he had to draw a gun to his head, or get away from him as soon as possible.

"Crack."

The revolver in Chen Jianqiu's hand couldn't bear the strength of the two of them anymore, the magazine flew out, and the bullets fell to the ground.

He let go, threw his neck back, and landed a head hammer on the sheriff's face.

Danny's head was severely injured in turn in a short period of time, a big gash was opened at the corner of his eyebrow, and blood flowed out from the wound, staining his face all over.

It made him look a little hideous.

In order to prevent another blow to the head, his head was arched in like a bull.

Chen Jianqiu had both hands free at this time, and he tried to wrap one arm around the sheriff's neck to make him lose his fighting power immediately.

But he was surprised to find that Danny's neck was short and thick, and his back was muscular, so he couldn't succeed for a while.

The police chief, whose face was covered in blood, roared again and stood up. He wrapped his arms tightly around Chen Jianqiu's legs, picked up the Chinese man who was wrapped around him, and threw him to the ground.

Chen Jianqiu saw that the situation was not good, if he fell, his spine would definitely be broken.

In desperation, he gave Danny another elbow on the back of the head.

This time, blood flowed from the police chief's nose, he lowered his head, grabbed Chen Jianqiu and rushed forward.

"Whoa!"

The two rushed into the alley opposite the hotel and crashed into a carriage parked there together.

The carriage was smashed to pieces, and two wheels rolled aside.

Fortunately, the harness of the carriage had been untied and the horses were brought into the stables, otherwise the two horses would have suffered as well.

There was another cloud of dust on the ground.

Danny stood up from the rubble, his face illuminated by the light from the entrance of the alley.

It's all blood.

On the opposite side of him, Chen Jianqiu has already taken the opportunity to distance himself from him.

With a bloody smell in his throat, he took a deep breath and suppressed it.

There was an extra dagger in his hand.

Sergeant Danny walked to the side of the smashed carriage, grabbed the door of the carriage with both hands, and with a force, unloaded the entire door, holding it in his hand like a shield.

His face, also under the light of the alley entrance, is half bright and half shadowy.

"Are you still fighting?" Chen Jianqiu didn't want to explain anything at all right now. He felt that the person in front of him was somewhat out of his mind, and the anger of the honest man was really terrifying. Just now, even if he kept his hand, he would have been beaten to death on the street.

Now unless her wife comes over to stop him immediately, or subdue this person, this person can't hear anything.

But by the way, where is Teresa?
Teresa was also very anxious. She watched her husband and the savior rush out the door together and got into a ball.

"Danny! Don't do it! They saved me!" she yelled into the street.

But her husband turned a deaf ear, all he could do was to tear the man who kidnapped his wife in front of him to pieces.

She rushed up to fight, but was stopped by Adam:
"You can't stop these two from fighting."

Teresa couldn't control this, she turned around and was just about to rush in the direction of the two of them.But a voice sounded behind her.

"No one is allowed to move! Whoever you move, I will kill him!"

Hanif pointed the gun at Holmes' head, and the geologist looked hopeless.

Except for the three people who knew him, everyone else looked at him suspiciously, including Teresa at the door.

……

At the gate of the Phelps manor, Clark looked at the scattered corpses and the walls full of bullet holes in the manor with a look of intoxication.

The gate of the manor had been broken into tatters, and the corpses lying on the ground were probably members of the Phelps family.

Several houses behind the main building were already lit with raging flames. The flames lit up half of the night sky in the manor and shone on Clark's face, making him feel very comfortable.

Fred Phelps, you're fucked, damn it, you're finally fucked.

He excitedly wanted to dance at the gate of the manor, but a mounted policeman came out of the three-story building and walked towards him:

"Mr. Lackerfield, Officer Fultz calls you in."

Clark straightened his clothes, put on a preoccupied look, and followed the mounted police into the house.

He was taken to the bedroom on the second floor. The door of the bedroom had been smashed open with a big hole, the mirror on the wall was shattered, the furniture fell to the ground, and the daily necessities were scattered all over the place.

The female family members of the Phelps family were locked in a room opposite, crying heart-piercingly.

In the bedroom, Fred Phelps and his two sons were bound and kneeling on the ground.

Fultz stood by the window with his hands behind his back, a sheet of paper in his hand.

"Where are those four people?" Fultz's voice was gloomy.

"I don't know which four people you are talking about." Fred lowered his head with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "Fultz, I heard that you are the most just man in Colorado. Are you the most just murderer?"

"Where are those people?" Fultz repeated himself.

Fred noticed someone standing in the bedroom door, he raised his head and saw Clark's face.

He looked at the piece of paper in Fultz's hand again, suddenly understood something, and laughed out loud.

"Clark, it turned out to be you. I should have thought it was you. I naively thought you would be willing to make peace."

Clark's expression didn't change at all. He grabbed Fred by the collar and shouted, "Tell me, where are those wanted criminals!"

Fred just kept laughing wildly, turning a blind eye to Clark's question.

"boom."

His head exploded, and it was Fultz who shot.

The mounted policemen around were a little surprised. Since the officer came back from the valley last time, he seemed to be a different person, and he became a stranger to them.

Seeing his opponent die in Huangquan, Clark was ecstatic inside, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

But before the arc took shape, it stopped abruptly.

Because, his head was held by a gun.

Fultz came close to his ear, his voice sounded like he was dying: "I actually know what tricks you are playing, but I don't care. I only care about one thing now. Where are those people?"

Clark felt his heart go into cardiac arrest, and he said hastily, "I just received news that they may be in Pitkin County."

Fultz set off with his troopers, and they left the estate.The three-story building also began to be engulfed in flames. .

Clark led his cowboys at the front, Fultz's mounted police followed, and at the end of the line was a carriage.

A brand-new multi-barreled weapon was installed on the carriage-the Gatling machine gun, also known as the Gatling machine gun.

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