America 1881: Legend of the West

Fultz soon found Malik at the end of the village repairing a sheepfold.

Since Chen Jianqiu and the others repelled the wolves last time and rescued Little Tom, the number of wolf attacks has decreased a lot, and there have never been any group attacks again.

However, occasional sneak attacks in the middle of the night still occurred. Malik asked Chen Jianqiu for help during this period, and Chen Jianqiu sent a flying bird to hang around here at night for a few days.

However, this Indian seemed not to be focused on driving away the wolves, but rather playing chase with the wolves. He would often run out chasing the wolves in the middle of the night, and he would never be seen again in the second half of the night.

"Are you Malik?" Fultz asked while sitting on his horse.

Malik, who was sleep deprived, turned his head and nodded at Fultz.

Fultz played the scene about the farmer on the road to Malik again, but whether because of fatigue or some other reason, Malik's reaction was very indifferent.

"I don't know, I don't know, I haven't seen it."

"Sir, those people are very dangerous. They are gangsters who kill without blinking an eye. Only we can protect your safety." Fultz took out his wallet and showed his newspaper clippings.

He patted the police badge on his chest, looking righteous and solemn.

"In addition, as long as you can lead us to find them, you will get a generous reward. Believe me, it is very generous." Fultz almost said, "The reward belongs to you, let me brag about your awesomeness." He After thinking about the brothers behind him, he still resisted the urge to brag.

Malik rubbed the dark circles under his eyes and stood there.

Fultz saw that this man didn't have much reaction. He was about to say something more, but the voice of his subordinates came from behind him.

"Sir, do you think that bird is so big?"

Fultz raised his head and saw an eagle hovering in the air not far away. The eagle seemed much larger than the average one.

"That's a golden eagle." Fultz looked down on his subordinate's lack of knowledge and taught earnestly, "This kind of bird can reach an adult wingspan of 8 feet. Don't look like you're making a fuss."

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, he said to the dull old farmer: "It's getting dark, so be it. When will you figure it out? Come and find me. Our camp is on the high platform outside the village.

After that, he waved his hand and left the village with his subordinates.

He didn't know that at this moment, Malik's heart was already at war with man and nature, and it was a mess.

The hammer he was knocking on the fence had already fallen to the ground without him realizing it.

I had already guessed the origins of that group of people, and initially thought they were hunters, but how could any hunter hunt for almost a month and not see any fur being transported out of the country?

Judging from their accurate marksmanship and strong skills, they are definitely not ordinary people.

But never in his wildest dreams did he expect that they were wanted criminals with large sums of money.

If he betrayed them, he would definitely be killed and silenced.

But the police officer just said that he would protect me. It seemed that that person was also a very powerful person. If he kept it secret, would he be arrested as an accomplice?

Malik's head almost exploded. He squatted beside the sheep pen and grabbed his hair involuntarily.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and he squatted for a while, then stood up again, pacing back and forth, restless.

Finally, he took steps and slowly walked towards the outside of the village.

There is no way, they gave too much.

Malik walked out of the village step by step and passed the big oak tree standing here.

A gust of mountain wind blew over, causing the oak tree to sway back and forth, rustling, and a few leaves fell and floated on his head.

Malik woke up as if given an electric shock.

They are his son's saviors, how could he treat them like this? If he does this, he will go to hell.

Merciful Lord, forgive me, forgive me for those thoughts that went against my heart.

He turned around and hurriedly walked towards his home.

He came to the door of his house, the light was on inside the window, and little Tom's clear laughter came from inside.

Malik is now grateful that he didn't just walk directly into Fultz's camp.

But when he opened the door, he was frightened half to death by the sight in front of him.

A familiar figure sat at the edge of the table. The kerosene lamp on the table illuminated his side face, flickering in and out with the rhythm of the wind at the door.

It's the Chinese guy.

He held a dagger in his hand, with a piece of half-roasted meat on the tip of the dagger, and the piece of meat and the dagger were handed to the mouth of his son, Little Tom.

"Please, please, don't touch my son, I didn't say anything!" Malik fell to his knees with a plop and begged the Chinese man holding the dagger for mercy.

For a moment, everyone in the room except his son turned their eyes to him, and he realized that not only Chen Jianqiu, but also the Indian, and Adam, his wife, were all in the room.

A black shadow shot out from Chen Jianqiu's shoulder with a whoosh, and suddenly took away the piece of meat on the tip of the dagger.

"I told you, hurry up if you don't have corn." Chen Jianqiu put away the dagger with a smile and looked at Malik at the door playfully.

Little Tom clapped his hands and laughed, wanting to touch the big bird's head. But Corn impatiently avoided it.

Little Tom withdrew his hand angrily, and then he found his father kneeling at the door, his face full of doubts:

"Dad, what did you just say?"

Malik suddenly felt extremely embarrassed. He had no choice but to stand up and pat the dust on his pants:

"It's nothing, I just fell down when I entered the door."

Malik's wife had already walked out with a basin of sticky stuff.

Stew again.

Chen Jianqiu felt pain in his head and stomach after looking at it, but he still sat down.

Several people were sitting around the table, and the originally small wooden table seemed a bit crowded.

Malik sat next to Chen Jianqiu, feeling a little uneasy and not knowing where to put his hands.

"Pray." Chen Jianqiu said to him softly, leaning back on the chair, he began to close his eyes and rest.

Malik tremblingly clasped his hands, put his elbows on the table, and began to thank the Lord for the delicious food he had given them.

After the prayer, everyone began to eat.

Chen Jianqiu dug up all the stew in the bowl. In fact, he couldn't tell what the taste was in it. He knew that it contained potatoes and meat.

Malik's wife was very happy when she saw the guests finished eating her masterpiece, and asked Chen Jianqiu if he wanted another bowl.

Chen Jianqiu declined politely. He put the corn on the back of the chair, told little Tom not to reach out easily, and then pulled Malik to the door.

Asuka and Adam followed behind.

"Mr. Chen, I really, really didn't say anything." Malik said with some fear.

"I know." Chen Jianqiu smacked his mouth, as if cleaning the meat between his teeth, and waved to the flying bird behind him.

Asuka came closer.

"Have you investigated everything clearly?"

"Well, I figured it out two nights ago."

"Is the location determined?"

"Well, I roughly checked it with the area that Maize had circled before, and this is where it is." Feiniao took out a piece of paper from his pocket, which looked like he got it from Holmes.

A road is drawn on it, leading to a location, and that location is circled.

Chen Jianqiu patted Malik on the shoulder and said to him: "Mr. Malik, do you still remember what I told you before? You didn't come to notify me in time."

Malik trembled and hurriedly defended: "I, I haven't had time yet."

Chen Jianqiu nodded: "Yes, I understand your difficulties."

"Then, should I keep an eye on them now?"

Chen Jianqiu shook his head again, and handed the piece of paper to Malik:

"I didn't think about the third thing before, but I have now. This might be a profitable job."

"Go and tell them that you are willing to take them to where we live, but it is this place."

Chen Jianqiu pointed to the standard circle on the map, where a word was marked:

cave.