America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 80 Shooter Status

The Winchester 1873 in Chen Jianqiu's hand has different magazine capacity depending on the barrel and caliber.

And the one in his hand has thirteen rounds.

"You shoot, I'll make up the target." Adam took out a bottle of rum from his pocket, and there was still a little wine in it, which just covered the bottom of the bottle.

He took a sip himself and handed it to Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu frowned. Isn't this the bottle that Teresa just returned to sterilize Danny?When did this guy put it back into his clothes again.

"Try this." Adam pointed to the wine in the bottle.

"I don't like drinking stuff, it smells weird." Chen Jianqiu took the bottle and shook it. The dark yellow liquid at the bottom of the bottle was swaying back and forth, and the impurities inside could still be seen.

"Yes, the effect is not as good as your Erguotou, but you need it now." Adam pouted, as if reminiscing about the taste of Erguotou, "Alcohol generally slows people's reactions, but for those of us who have this talent People are different, and it makes you more focused."

"So your drinking every day has something to do with this?"

Chen Jianqiu didn't want to become an alcoholic. He still has some bad medical skills in this era. He thinks that his liver is not strong enough to soak in wine every day and still look like a normal person.

"No, no, I just like drinking. This thing is just a kind of auxiliary. After you practice more later, you don't have to use it."

Chen Jianqiu raised his neck and drank it all.

It's really unpalatable, and the brewing techniques of the Meixi gang are really not flattering.

He took a deep breath and turned around.

The lights in the hotel were all turned off, and the surrounding people also turned off their own lights after hearing the commotion here.

The night outside was extremely dark, only the horse lanterns and torches of the mounted policemen and cowboys around the hotel could provide some light.

But when Chen Jianqiu entered the shooter state, he became more sensitive to the weak light, and the situation below was very clear to him.

Damn, does this ability still have night vision after drinking alcohol?
But Chen Jianqiu didn't care about him at this time, he quickly locked the vital points of the cowboys downstairs.

This time without Adam saying anything, he pulled the trigger.

firing, lever; firing, lever...

Chen Jianqiu's proficiency has not yet reached its peak, but the guns are accurate, and the cowboys seem to be cursed, and they fall one after another before they even have time to fight back.

The upstairs gun went off six times, and there were six dead cowboys lying on the ground, not because there were only six bullets in the gun, but because there were only six people there.

After a few seconds, the side of the hotel became a dead zone, and there were no living people there.

Clark watched from the sidelines so clearly that he wanted to scold his mother in pain. These people were all raised by him, and the dead were all his green dollars.In the west, there are people who have strength, so can he not feel bad.

Seen from below, that window was black and inhabited by demons, spouting death.

Now everyone's attention was shifted to the side of the hotel, and everyone was still firing back at the window to suppress the gunman inside, but no one wanted to appear in front of him.

At this time, gunshots started to sound on the first floor, Asuka and Sean started to fight back, while Danny and Teresa took a gun and aimed at Clark's cowboy. They searched for Clark's position everywhere and prepared to use bullets. Light up his head.

Fultz's black coat had a high collar that hid his cheeks, so no one could see his face clearly in the darkness.

He waved his hand to the men behind, and pointed to the back of the line with his thumb.

The mounted policeman understood what he meant.

After a while, a carriage stopped at the side of the hotel, the driver jumped out of the carriage, climbed onto the frame behind the carriage, and lifted the cloth covering Gatling.

He bent down and took out a few magazines from the wooden box under the carriage.

A mounted policeman also jumped up. He held the handle in one hand and the wooden handle that controlled the direction of the muzzle with the other.

The driver inserted the magazine into the Gatling from the top, and he turned the knob and heard a "click".

The machine guns were in place.

The mounted police pointed their guns at the second floor.

The crank began to rotate, the muzzle began to roar, and the bullets began to pour toward the windows on the second floor.

Just as Chen Jianqiu and Adam were about to switch to another point, they ran towards the door of the room with their guns in hand.

But Gatling's bullet came.

The bullets first hit the window sill side by side, smashing the wooden window frame, and then shot through the window into the room densely, scattered on the ceiling, and "destroyed" the ceiling into pieces.

All of a sudden, the room was in chaos, sawdust, glass shards, and stray bullets flew around, and the room was full of dangerous flying objects.

"Dodge!"

Chen Jianqiu and Adam's route to the door was exactly at the angle of Gatling's shooting. They didn't take a few steps before they were blocked by debris and stray bullets.

They lean against the back of the bed to minimize their spread out and protect themselves from being hit.

"Damn, don't they have free bullets?" Adam cursed. As a veteran gunman, Gatling was one of the things he hated the most in the West, and the other was a smoothbore gun.

Because these two things don't make much sense.

"I guess I'll ask Clark for reimbursement later." Chen Jianqiu shrank his neck, and a stray bullet flew from not far above his scalp.

After there was no movement on the second floor, Gatling downstairs did not stop his roar, but turned to the first floor.

Chen Jianqiu and Adam took the opportunity to run out of the room.

They came to the window of the third room.

They found Holmes hiding in the corner of the room.

"Don't move here."

Chen Jianqiu walked to the window, leaning his back against the wall by the window, and turned around in a flash.

He wanted to find a chance to kill the shooter on Gatling, but he was embarrassed to find that the windows of this room did not have a shooting angle.

A smell of burning wood rose to their nostrils, and they ran out of the room to find a thick black cloud of smoke rising from the stairs.

"No, the first floor is on fire."

Chen Jianqiu and Adam returned to the stairs on the second floor, but a shuttle of bullets immediately hit the wooden steps under their feet.

There was a large gap in the steps, and half of the handrail was knocked out at once, leaving only half hanging there.

They had to back off.

"What's going on next?" Chen Jianqiu shouted towards the first floor.

"Sean is hurt!" It was Asuka's voice.

Chen Jianqiu stood on the side and squatted down, observing the situation on the first floor from under the wooden floor.

The first floor was in a mess, the bar counter and cabinets could no longer see their original appearance, all the wine bottles were broken into pieces, and the wooden tables and chairs near the pillars were already on fire, and the fire was getting bigger and bigger.

That Gatling didn't intend to turn off the flame at all. The groom took four or five magazines in his hand and kept inserting them into the Gatling.

"Come to the second floor!" Amid Gatling's roar, Chen Jianqiu shouted, "Hurry up, or the stairs will be demolished!"

"We're blocked by that cannon! Cough!" It was Danny's voice this time, and the smoke was getting louder.

If things go on like this, sooner or later the whole hotel will go up in flames, and they will either be roasted or used as bacon.

Chen Jianqiu was lying on the floor, crawling and slowly moving towards the front.

He was going to take a gamble.

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