America 1881: Legend of the West

"Get off!"

The yellow cowboy hat roared angrily, the muzzle of his gun trembling.

Teresa was awakened by the roar. She opened her eyes and asked her husband, who was still reading the newspaper next to her: "Honey, what's wrong?"

Danny didn't take his eyes off the newspaper: "Robbery, you can continue to sleep."

Teresa looked at the cowboy hat at the door, rolled her eyes, gathered the clothes covering her body, and continued to close her eyes.

Holmes was holding the notebook in his hand, looking at the human skin map, and discussing something with the flying bird next to him.

Isn't it just robbery? During this period, he lived a life full of bullets flying around his head. He was kidnapped several times. Robbery? Then grab it. Anyway, I am now the original spiritual shareholder of the team and I am penniless.

Feiniao and Sean looked calm, and their boss didn't say anything. If he really wants to do something, Chen Jianqiu will do it first. If not, it must be that he already has a plan in mind.

There were snoring sounds coming from the back of the carriage, but the sound was heard but no one was seen.

The person next to Adam got out of the car with his hands raised. He occupied the entire chair and was sleeping soundly. The gunshots and roars had nothing to do with him.

Chen Jianqiu, on the other hand, was leaning against the window, chatting with Mark Twain across Sean.

"I have written novels before, but of course they are not comparable to yours. I think the western themes are still interesting, such as cowboys, gunmen, and train robberies."

The writer was all ears.

Steal a train? So am I not using local materials now?

"Look, I'll take train robbery as an example. These people obviously didn't do any research and investigation in advance. They just grabbed the ordinary carriages without caring about the luxury carriages behind them." Chen Jianqiu talked to the writer, "You don't count. The cost of explosives and bullets, the loss of guns, feed for horses, etc. may not be recouped."

The waxy face of the man in the yellow cowboy hat was filled with blood and turned red. The gun in his hand was pointed at Chen Jianqiu without moving, and he turned around and whispered to a subordinate behind him: "Take the others to the car at the back and take a look."

The man quickly got out of the car and went to greet the brothers who were still grabbing the "poor guy" in the other car.

Then, his eyes stopped on the bulging bag beside Chen Jianqiu.

"Cowboy, hand over that bag quickly." He tried to take back the initiative in communication.

But Chen Jianqiu seemed to have no intention of paying attention to him. He continued to say to the writer:

"When this group of people surrounded the front of the car, they didn't seem to notice that there were no police officers in the car. This means that many of the passengers in the car were armed, and they did not disarm immediately. However, They were lucky that there was no resistance in the first carriage."

The hair on the back of his yellow cowboy hat stood up, and he realized that he seemed to have overlooked something.

Chen Jianqiu's words did not stop: "In addition, doing things is too sloppy, and letting the person being robbed say so many irrelevant words at gunpoint during the robbery is really not professional enough."

Cowboy Hat couldn't stand it any longer and pulled the trigger of the revolver in his hand.

But there was a gunshot in the carriage before he fired.

Almost in an instant, Chen Jianqiu had a Colt in his right hand, and the muzzle was still smoking.

The yellow cowboy hat covered the hand that originally held the gun and howled. Two of his fingers were knocked off, the wounds were bloody and bloody, and the revolver fell to the floor.

The Colt in Chen Jianqiu's hand turned twice and returned to the holster on his waist.

He glanced at the revolver on the ground and shook his head: "Last point, the Lemat revolver has one more barrel than other revolvers. It is heavier than other revolvers, and its center of gravity is forward. It is difficult to control the accuracy. You need to practice."

Mark Twain's eyes widened. He didn't see clearly how Chen Jianqiu pulled out his gun, and how he instantly hit the gun-holding hand in the yellow cowboy hat.

What's even more surprising is that several other people in the carriage seemed to be used to it and didn't react much.

Danny was still looking at his newspaper. Asuka and Sean each had a gun in their hands, looking at the cowboy hat with two fingers missing with interest.

The snoring in the back of the carriage was even louder.

The boys behind the yellow cowboy hats saw that their boss was injured. One of them supported him and pulled him back, and the other rushed forward with a "ouch" and raised his gun to shoot.

"boom!"

There was a big hole in Ma Zai's chest, and he flew backwards. Under the gaze of the yellow cowboy hat and another person, he fell heavily on the connection between the carriages, and then became motionless.

dead.

Theresa, who had been sleeping just now, sat up and the coat wrapped around her fell to the ground.

She was holding Chen Jianqiu's pump-action shotgun in her hand, her eyes red and furious.

"Go away! Don't let anyone sleep!"

Two more rounds, as if to vent their anger, hit the body of the horse boy, and the body quickly turned into a pile of rotten flesh.

Chen Jianqiu originally put this shotgun under Danny's seat because he thought it was irritating their feet. Who knew that the old woman would be so angry when she got up after being woken up that she just picked up the shotgun and started spraying it.

"Yes, honey, this man really deserves to die." Danny put down the newspaper in his hand, stood up carefully, and took the shotgun from his wife.

But Teresa didn't seem to be relieved yet, so she pulled out the revolver from Danny's waist and fired another shot at the door of the carriage.

The yellow cowboy hat and the horse boy rolled and crawled back.

But before he could take a few steps, he was shot again in the calf.

The shooter was a man with an upturned beard in the car behind. He and a young entourage trotted over.

It's Hanif and Donnie.

Donny had the rope in his hand and tied up the yellow cowboy hat and his pony boy.

At this time, the subordinates in the yellow cowboy hat had already run to the luxury car at the back, led by a horse boy, and no one could save him.

Donnity tried to sneak the cowboy into the car through the front door, but he saw Chen Jianqiu waving to him from the car window, so he ran over and threw the two of them under the car window.

"Boss, what should we do with these two people? It's just a matter of words." Hanif rubbed his hands.

"While these two are still alive, just take them to a nearby town and sell them. I guess there should be a reward for them there, but I don't know how much it will cost."

"Anyway, this train won't be moving for a while. You can go directly. I don't want your bounty. Just pay a ten-point tithe."

After hearing this, Hanif was very happy to carry the two people away. These two people may be his first prey to collect the bounty after a few months.

Chen Jianqiu looked back at the carriage again.

"Dear, dear, let's calm down." Danny took the gun back from Theresa's hand and comforted the still angry woman.

Except for Adam, who was still sleeping soundly, everyone else chose to shut up. They began to feel a little sympathy for the burly man from the south.

Alas, poor Danny, what a life he had spent every day in the past few decades.

Chen Jianqiu sighed, spread his hands to Mark Twain, who was still in shock, and said softly: "Mr. Writer, I'm sorry, someone just interrupted our chat, shall we continue talking about robbing the train?"

Mark Twain shook his head. He was now very interested in the Chinese people in front of him:

"How about I write a biography for you?"

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