America 1881: Legend of the West

This soft "OK" caused a huge response from the crowd.

The onlookers were about to disperse when they saw this handsome young Chinese man accepting the challenge.

Although this man looks like he is dressed as a cowboy, there are not many Chinese who work as cowboys in New Mexico, but there are quite a few who work as piggies.

Can he use a gun? Does he know how to duel? The gun on his waist looks so new and clean. Could it be that it hasn't been used much?

No matter what, there is a good show to watch, and everyone is happy to watch it.

However, the fat man who had just opened the game was not interested because there was no suspense in this duel. No one could beat the Chinese, so the game could not start.

But a pair of slender hands stretched out from behind him and stuffed three 10-dollar bills into the basin in his hand.

"I'll crush that Chinese guy." Kalami walked around the fat man at some point.

There is a rich woman who is being taken advantage of! And there are quite a few!

"I'll pay thirty cents!"

"I'll give you thirty cents, too!"

"I'm willing to give it a try! One dollar!"

A group of people rushed over to ask the fat man to place bets. Anyway, if you place a bet, you will get nothing!

While the fat man was busy there, Chen Jianqiu was checking his revolver. He put the bullet into the cylinder and rotated the cylinder.

The bullet nest made a pleasant rotating sound, and with a "click" sound, it was thrown back into the gun body.

"Are you done yet?" Van Cleef waited impatiently, and the onlookers also booed dissatisfiedly.

"Which finger did you point at me just now?" Chen Jianqiu lowered his head and inserted the gun into the holster again.

"That's a lot of bullshit." Van Cleef looked at the hotel owner, "Tell me, when will it start?"

Astor has taken Hanif and Downey to find the doctor, and now the only witness at the scene is the boss.

"How about we start now?"

Chen Jianqiu stretched out a hand and made a gesture of invitation.

The two returned to their respective positions.

The setting sun shines on the street, giving it a dim glow, and the shadows of the two people are reflected diagonally on the ground.

Chen Jianqiu lowered the brim of his hat. His position was where Hanif was standing just now, with the setting sun directly opposite him.

Hanif may have suffered this loss just now. The fool didn't know whether he was blinded by anger or for some other reason, and did not propose to change positions.

Neither did Chen Jianqiu, because he didn't care.

"Yellow-skinned pig! Look how I knock your head off!" Van Cleef spat out trash talk.

Chen Jianqiu didn't speak, but just lowered his hand.

Seeing that the Chinese on the side did not fight back, the onlookers were disappointed. The young man was so nervous that he could not even speak.

The exchange of trash talk before the game became a one-sided shouting by Van Cleef, which seemed a little less interesting to the fans. They booed the hotel owner and urged the hotel owner to start quickly.

The boss finished the process in a short story and started counting:

"1!"

"2!"

"3!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone saw Van Cleef pull out his gun, but the Chinese on the other side remained motionless and seemed unresponsive.

It’s over! The man was petrified.

Fan Cleef raised the gun in his hand and aimed the gun at Chen Jianqiu's head.

"boom!"

Different from the previous duel, this time the gun only rang out once. Just when everyone's reflex arcs finally caught up with time, and they thought the Chinese man was about to die on the spot, the scene that appeared in front of them stunned them.

Chen Jianqiu stood there intact, with smoke coming from the muzzle of the Peacemaker in his right hand, while Sheriff Van Cleef opposite him was covering his right hand, bleeding profusely.

One of his fingers fell to the ground, and lying next to it was his revolver.

Except for Camila, all the onlookers were stunned. Some of them looked blankly at the street; some had their mouths wide open, not noticing that flies had flown in; some covered themselves with their hands. mouth, in disbelief at what happened.

What happened just now? They clearly saw Van Cleef pull out the gun first.

The moment the hotel owner said "3", Chen Jianqiu turned on the shooter mode. The setting sun on the horizon seemed to turn into an exposed film, and the movements of Van Cleef opposite him became slow motion in his eyes.

Chen Jianqiu pulled out his gun and pointed it at the Sheriff's index finger that was pressing the trigger.

Whichever finger was pointing at him just now, break that finger.

Van Cleef was still wailing, and before the melon-eaters could recover, Chen Jianqiu had already made an "OK" gesture to Camilla next to the fat man.

"Collect the bill!"

Camilla smiled and put all the money in Fatty's basin into a deerskin bag in her hand.

This is Chen Jianqiu's bag.

Because no one bets on Chen Jianqiu, the winner takes all and the pots are full.

However, at this time, a woman standing in the front row let out an exclamation.

Fan Cleef, who was holding his injured right hand just now, suddenly stopped wailing, picked up the revolver that fell on the ground with his left hand, and aimed at Chen Jianqiu, whose back was turned to him.

"boom."

There was another gunshot.

Van Cleef fell to the ground on his back, he was shot in the chest, the bullet penetrated his lungs, blood flowed from the wound, and he could not live.

Chen Jianqiu put away his gun. He slowly walked to Van Cleef's side and looked at the dying police chief.

"Let me tell you a secret. In a duel with people like us, you have no chance to aim. Only by relying on your own instinct to fire the gun in your hand can you have a chance to win." He said slowly.

"This is what a man named Adam told me. If it had been him for the two shots just now, I would have been dead." Chen Jianqiu looked at Van Cleef with regret, "You haven't started yet."

The police chief's chest heaved rapidly, and his blood flowed faster and faster. The hotel owner wanted to step forward to rescue him, but when he came over, the police chief had stopped moving.

Van Cleef, a Santa Fe police officer, died in a duel with a Chinese cowboy. After a failed sneak attack, he was killed by the cowboy in self-defense.

These words will soon appear in the files of the Santa Fe Police Department and then be locked in the archives.

Chen Jianqiu and Camilla left the street in front of the hotel. He didn't care what happened there next. They went straight to Astor's temporary office.

Hanif was lying on the sofa at this time, and the doctor invited by Astor had already treated the wound. Fortunately, this doctor was not a common barefoot quack doctor in the West, and Hanif's shoulder blade was not broken.

Astor and the housekeeper sent the doctor out, while Downey went to fetch water. Only Chen Jianqiu, Hanif and Camilla were left in the office.

"You should rest here in Astor for two days first." Chen Jianqiu said to Hanif, "If it's later, we will go to Lincoln County. You can follow here after you are injured."

Hanif was so moved that he cried bitterly. Chen Jianqiu was willing to tell him his next whereabouts, indicating that he finally regarded him as one of his own.

After settling Hanif, Chen Jianqiu and Camilla walked out of the chamber of commerce.

Early the next morning, at a fork in the road outside Santa Fe.

Chen Jianqiu was holding a small box with gold bars in his hand. He had placed this small box on the top of the bell tower of Santa Fe Church before, and now he took it back.

He looked at Camilla and found that the girl was also looking at him.

"I need to go to Damon Town to pick up something." Camilla said, "and then come to you."

Chen Jianqiu nodded: "Then we will meet in Lincoln County in two weeks."

A whistle blew.

Two horses, one white and one black, ran along two roads into the wilderness, with smoke and dust flying behind them.

Thank you for the monthly ticket of Guolai in the bookshelf. Thank you for your subscription and recommendation ticket. Thank you all.

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