America 1881: Legend of the West

Under the moonlight, a group of galloping horses appeared there.

An unmanned black horse suddenly rushed out of the team, its black mane flying back in the wind, like waves, and its hooves flying, like wind and lightning, rushing towards Chen Jianqiu, with a wave behind him. A cloud of dust arose.

A loud eagle whistle sounded in the sky, and the silhouette of a huge golden eagle appeared in the full moon.

Black radish! corn!

The detectives tried to shoot at the black horse, but the speed of the black horse was too fast, like an afterimage, and they could not hit it at all.

In an instant, Black Carrot was in front of Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu picked up his gun and strode forward, jumped up, and landed firmly on the back of the galloping Black Carrot.

He whistled, and the black horse turned and galloped parallel to the detectives' position.

Chen Jianqiu raised the Winchester 1873 in his hand.

Death has come to this wilderness again,

The hearts of the Pinkerton detectives in the front row bloomed with blood one after another, and their lives disappeared, one after another.

Lynch has quickly returned to his team members.

He saw Chen Jianqiu and the death he brought.

He took off a Springfield rifle from his horse. This gun stayed with him for many years and killed countless heroes in the West.

Lynch raised the gun in his hand, held his breath and turned on the shooter mode.

His shooting status is different from Chen Jianqiu's

In his field of vision, the world gradually became smaller, until in front, only Chen Jianqiu and his dark horse were left.

His aim was fixed on the man and the horse.

He didn't believe that anyone in the West could escape being shot by himself.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, the sharp sound of a bullet piercing the air suddenly reached his ears.

This is what death feels like.

As soon as he regained consciousness, the focus in front of his eyes disappeared, and Lin Qi hurriedly dodged sideways.

"clang!"

The bullet hit the gun in his hand, and Lynch's mouth shook violently. The Springfield rifle fell out of his hand and fell to the ground.

Lynch held his painful wrist and looked towards the direction of the bullet in disbelief.

Not far behind Chen Jianqiu, a cowboy wearing a grey-blue shabby jacket, riding an old horse, was holding a gun in his hand, with the muzzle pointed at him.

Adam Granger was right there. He put down the gun in his hand and turned his eyes to Chen Jianqiu in front of him.

Looking at this young man galloping on horseback, his eyes are filled with the shadow of his eighteen-year-old self.

The unique shouts of the Apache Indian warriors suddenly sounded behind them, making it impossible to guess how many people there were.

Geronimo had no intention of hiding his whereabouts. His tactical style had always been as fast as the wind and as aggressive as fire.

Before anyone arrived, the sound of horse hooves came and the sound of gunfire came first.

After a volley of shots, Pinkerton's detectives immediately laid down a few more.

Lin Qi looked solemn. He had never suffered such a big loss since he started working in the industry.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"

He got on his horse and gave three orders in a row. Although the detectives were reluctant, they chose to obey the order and evacuated outside the town in an orderly manner under the leadership of Lynch.

Lynch's move this time was actually a one-shot deal.

As the chief hitman of the Pinkerton Detective Agency in several western states, Allen Pinkerton gave him sufficient autonomy to act.

But this does not mean that he can continue "not doing his job" without limit.

Lynch is a man with full ambitions. He has long planned to start his own business. To this end, he has made sufficient plans and multiple plans.

He was bound to get this treasure, especially after reading the letter from the old mayor.

But he cannot bear the excessive personnel losses of the agents. If his boss in New York is held accountable, he will not be able to explain.

He was already on a road of no return.

Pinkerton's detectives mounted their horses as quickly as possible and withdrew in a neat formation out of the town.

They covered each other and fired at the rear at staggered intervals to ensure continuous firepower in an orderly manner.

Geronimo wanted to lead the soldiers in pursuit, but was stopped by Chen Jianqiu:

"Let's not chase him for now. I don't want any of our brothers to get hurt."

He pointed in the direction of the police station. Father James and Emily were still trapped inside.

Just after Chen Jianqiu broke through the detective agency's blockade and climbed over the courtyard wall.

Father James and the others are fighting to the death with Fred and others who are pouring out of the basement.

When they arrived at the top of the stairs, Paylor and Myers were shooting at the top of the stairs.

Bullets were flying everywhere, making the people at the stairs opposite unable to raise their heads.

Father James looked at the corpse at the top of the stairs, and then at Pilot, whose forehead was covered with beads of sweat. Without saying a word, he picked up the rifles left by the fallen police officers on the ground.

He aimed in the direction of the stairs.

Now he wished he could rush to the opposite side, confront Fred and his henchmen on the stairs, and avenge the deaths of his cowboy brothers and sheep.

But reason told him that there was Emily, his daughter, behind him, so he still chose to set up his gun.

They were not in a hurry, but Fred downstairs was.

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

He regrets his decision now.

It was really tempting to let the wolf enter the house. I thought Thomas could paddle, but I never thought he could paddle like this.

He tricked Thomas outside.

If after a while, reinforcements from the non-existent ranch that the lawyer said did not arrive, Thomas outside would see the truth.

There's no guarantee that this guy won't come right in and kill Pailer and himself.

His half-missing ear started to hurt again.

"Come on, why don't you rush?" Fred stood on the steps with a gun in his hand, shouting at the people above, "The reward I just mentioned is valid forever."

His cowboys looked at me and I looked at you with expressions of embarrassment.

It’s true that the bonus is high, but you have to have a life to get it.

The first person to rush up and get the bonus is now lying on the stairs above. His body is probably almost cold.

"There's someone outside to help. We'll be saved if we cross the stairs!" For the first time in his life, Fred was moved by emotion and understood. For the first time, he discovered that he was so patient.

But the cowboys still hesitated.

"Damn it, if you want to die, you can all die here. Wait until the group of people who ambushed James in the sheepfold come to rescue him, and you guys will just wait to be shot by them one by one."

Fred was talking nonsense based on his own imagination, which was purely out of spite and full of anger. It had the meaning of a mother teaching a disobedient child, "If you cry again, the wolf will come and eat you."

He was about to rush forward with a gun and fight to the death.

Unexpectedly, his words actually produced an inexplicable stimulus to his men.

The shadow brought by the sheepfold to those people was too great, and the feeling of being forced to play the "game of death" was really suffocating.