America 1881: Legend of the West

Fred was playing with his snuff bottle and puffing away on the sofa, showing no intention of letting Danny sit down.

"Fred, my wife has been kidnapped!" Sheriff Danny stared at the man on the sofa.

"Oh?" Fred raised his eyebrows, "Who did it?"

The Sheriff's patience reached a certain limit, and the knuckles on his hands rattled.

Fred raised his head and glanced at him: "You don't think we did it, do you?"

The Sheriff was silent.

Fred stood up and walked to the fireplace. He flicked the firewood in the stove without looking back:

"We didn't do it. Just ask Clark."

The Sheriff turned his back and was about to walk out of the door when Fred's voice came from behind:

"Danny, don't forget why we brought you here in the first place, and don't forget how the police chief before you died. Don't forget who protected you when you fled here."

"No matter what, don't disturb Pitkin's balance." Fred said what he finally wanted to say.

The Sheriff couldn't bear it any longer and kicked over the table in front of the sofa.

"That's my wife! Fred! My wife! Got it!" he growled at Fred.

Fred said nothing. In his eyes, this police chief was insignificant compared to his big money-making business, let alone his wife.

He didn't want to go to war with Clark now, let alone fight to the death with him. That man was a madman, and he just wanted to settle down in Pitkin.

If the Sheriff dies, there will be another one.

He made a sign of seeing off guests, and the attendant at the door opened the door.

……

Chen Jianqiu and his party arrived at Pitkin in the evening.

At this moment, he was in no rush to enter the town and chose to camp outside the town.

Adam looked like a normal person now, rummaging through his saddlebags looking for a bottle of wine.

Chen Jianqiu planned to ask Sean to go to the town to inquire about the situation at night, and then make the next step.

He looked at the patrolling corn in the sky not far away.

This "reconnaissance plane" was flying around the town, vigilantly observing every move near the town.

Suddenly, the corn turned around and flew in a direction outside the town.

"There is a situation!"

Chen Jianqiu flew on his horse, followed closely by Feiniao and Adam. Sean followed hurriedly with a piece of dried meat in his mouth.

They circled the town and sped toward the corn.

Near a river, Chen Jianqiu, who was at the front of the team, finally saw the target that Corn was targeting.

Four cowboys, riding horses, were running along the river bank toward the south.

They wore clothes of the same color and style as themselves, and there was a person tied to the back of the last horse.

"Is it Holmes?" Feiniao asked from behind.

"No, there are four people on the other side, but they should not be good people. They are either bounty hunters or kidnappers. They draw their guns and are ready to fight."

Chen Jianqiu now has two long guns on his horse, one is the shotgun that Browning modified for him before, and the other is the Springfield M1873 carbine that he picked up from a cowboy in Market Town not long ago. Clark didn't know where it came from. Army stuff for his cowboys.

This thing is a single shot, but its power and accuracy are very good.

Chen Jianqiu pulled out his gun, took out a bullet from the bullet belt, and pressed it into the magazine.

The cowboys in front obviously noticed the pursuers behind, who were dressed very similar to them.

No need to look, the real owner is catching up.

The four horses separated at once, two heading east, and the two carrying the hostages continued south along the river.

The men on the two horses who turned the corner began to raise their guns and shoot at the pursuers behind them.

Two gunshots rang out, and Chen Jianqiu and others hurriedly knelt down and listened to the bullets passing through the air around them.

To hit the target on a horse traveling at high speed requires not only skill, but also a certain amount of luck.

Chen Jianqiu raised the gun in his hand. He calmed down and entered the state where time seemed to slow down again.

A shot was fired, and one man on the two horses in front fell off his horse. At the same time, the other man was also shot down by Adam.

The two people who were originally responsible for attracting firepower and distracting the pursuers were killed instantly, and the plan on the other side went bankrupt.

Without stopping, the four horses chased the two horses down the river, getting closer and closer.

Chen Jianqiu raised his gun again and aimed at the horse with the hostages tied up.

He tried to get into that state again.

The heartbeat slows down, the breathing slows down, and the movement on the opposite side also slows down. The target's body rises and falls as the horse runs, and the movement becomes slower and slower...

Just as he was taking aim and preparing to pull the trigger, he suddenly felt dizzy.

This feeling is gone.

Chen Jianqiu lowered the muzzle of the gun, clamped the black radish tightly with his legs, and controlled the muscles of his body to prevent himself from falling.

He adjusted his posture and raised the gun again.

Adjust your breathing, focus, focus...

Time slowed down again, but it lasted shorter than last time, and he couldn't lock onto the person on the horse at all.

Adam's gun went off again, and the cowboy on the other horse fell on his back, then fell to the ground.

Asuka and Sean's guns fired at the same time, but neither hit.

The cowboy in front became anxious when he saw that he was the only one left. He turned around to untie the rope holding the hostage and prepared to throw it to the ground.

"Relax your body, be more confident, and listen to the breathing of the gun in your hand." Adam suddenly said something extremely mysterious behind him.

Chen Jianqiu took a deep breath, and he no longer tried to shut down his other perceptions.

"Fire~~gun~~ah~~, boss~~big~~" Sean's voice reached his ears, as well as the collision of the gun when he was reloading.

He locked onto the cowboy who was untying the rope again and pulled the trigger.

"Bang~"

A splash of blood spattered on the cowboy's head, and he fell directly onto his back.

The recoil of this gun was so great that the butt of the gun forced Chen Jianqiu's shoulder to tilt backwards.

Chen Jianqiu put down his gun and felt as if he was exhausted for the first time since time travel.

The cowboy who was hit died on the spot, but his feet were still in the stirrups. The horse ran like crazy, dragging the cowboy's body.

The rope around the hostage was loose, and he was about to be knocked off his horse.

Chen Jianqiu came to his senses, stuffed the gun into the holster of the horse, and clamped the horse's belly with his legs.

Black Radish rushed forward, accelerated instantly, broke out of the formation, and rushed towards the crazy horse like a bolt of lightning.

Just as the hostage rolled off his horse, Black Carrot passed by. Chen Jianqiu, who was on the horse, leaned out, stretched his arms lightly, and picked up the hostage who had lost half his life in fear.

The body of the dragged cowboy rolled onto the grass, leaving a trace of grass.

The crazy horse ran away without a trace.

Chen Jianqiu helped the hostage onto the horse.

Only then did he discover that the hostage turned out to be an old woman.

Chen Jianqiu stopped the black carrot, got off the horse, helped the old woman off the horse, and untied the rope and the cloth around her eyes.

But he didn't see the panicked eyes.

This old woman looked at him calmly like an aged argali.

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