America 1881: Legend of the West

Thiago knelt on the ground like a frightened bird.

He lowered his head and his body was still shaking slightly. I don't know if it was because of fear or the aftereffects of being kicked in the head just now.

Chen Jianqiu knelt down and untied the rope for him.

"Do you know why you are so embarrassed now?" Chen Jianqiu said to the middle-aged man in front of him.

The Mexican shook his head.

"You have no mass base." Chen Jianqiu "taught you earnestly" said, "You attack your own people every day. In the eyes of your compatriots, you are worse than a dog."

Thiago raised his head, with a confused look on his face, half understanding.

"Brother, there is no future for you to hang out here." Chen Jianqiu patted him on the shoulder, "Every move here is under the eyes of the big shots in Santa Fe."

"What's the point of grabbing money from poor people? You have to look for rich people to grab it." Chen Jianqiu said, "You have to go to the south, where there are more Mexicans, for example, near Lincoln County."

Upon hearing this, Thiago's calm mood began to get excited again, shaking his head like a rattle.

"No, no, I heard that a group of people in suits just scanned over there, and now there aren't even any thieves in Lincoln County."

"Isn't that just a vacuum period?" Chen Jianqiu said, "You were a leader who behaved like a dog in the past."

Thiago looked hesitant as he considered Chen Jianqiu's proposal.

"Let's go." Chen Jianqiu asked Sean to bring his horse over, "I know you still have some people."

The Mexican carefully walked to the horse and mounted.

As he moved forward, he paid attention to the actions of Chen Jianqiu and the others. He turned back every step of the way. When he found that they didn't make any movement, he slapped his horse's butt and ran away.

"Just let him go like this?" Hanif watched Thiago go away, feeling unwilling to do so. "Boss, you don't really think that he will change his ways and be kind to the poor, do you?"

A smile appeared on Chen Jianqiu's face: "A dog can't change its habit of eating shit."

The team walked along the road from Albuquerque to Santa Fe, and soon arrived at the southern entrance of Santa Fe.

They followed the same path as last time.

Maybe it’s because Christmas is coming up in two days, so there’s an endless stream of people coming in and out of the city.

Whether they are Catholics or Christians, Christmas is a common holiday for them, but Chinese people are often not included in this.

Since he had been to Santa Fe last time, Chen Jianqiu was familiar with the road this time, and he quickly found the hotel where he had stayed before.

Except for the hotel owner, everyone else on the street has no memory of them.

There is fresh news and news every day, and what they are most concerned about recently is when those Mexican bosses will be sent to the gallows.

What's more, Chen Jianqiu is dressed like a wealthy landlord. Except that he has no braids on the back of his head, he is no different from ordinary Chinese businessmen.

New Mexico is a melting pot of races. There are all kinds of businessmen coming and going. Who would care about a Chinese businessman?

The hotel owner was stunned for a moment when he saw Chen Jianqiu. He didn't recognize him until he saw Camilla and Hanif beside him, and then he remembered.

He never expected that the young Chinese man in front of him was actually a businessman, although he still didn't quite believe it.

He originally thought this man was the bodyguard or hired gun of that wealthy young man in New York.

After running a hotel for so many years, I have never seen a Chinese businessman who is so good at using guns.

"Do you need cargo storage services?" The boss glanced at the carriages parked in front of the hotel and said to Chen Jianqiu with a smile on his face.

"Oh, just find a convenient place to put it. What's wrong?" Chen Jianqiu said while taking out the money.

"You may want to be careful recently, Santa Fe is not very peaceful." The hotel owner said mysteriously, "The police are more active and not very friendly, especially the new faces from outside the city."

"Oh? What's the reason?"

"I can't explain this to you in detail, I can only remind you." The hotel owner began to transform into the Riddler.

"Oh, I got it, thank you." Chen Jianqiu handed the money to the boss disapprovingly and took the room key from the boss.

Judging from various sources, the assassination at the last cocktail party has been overturned.

He came to Santa Fe not to look for trouble this time, but to have business to do.

Since nothing happened in Santa Fe territory, why are you afraid of the police?

After moving their luggage, everyone went to their rooms to rest. They agreed to meet at a Mexican restaurant opposite at noon.

"What the hell is this?" Sean looked at the plate that the waitress, whose waist was as thick as a bucket, threw on their table.

Inside are several half-moon-shaped corn tortillas. The fillings and sauces are very colorful, including red, green, and yellow. They are colorful and have a strong visual impact.

"Mexicans call them Quesadillas. To put it bluntly, they are cheese tortillas. Try them." Holmes is not only knowledgeable about geology, but he also seems to have studied food.

Sean looked at the others, and finally his eyes fell on Camilla.

This girl should not cheat herself.

Camila cut a piece in front of him and put it in her mouth.

Sean was a little hesitant, but his hunger overcame his fear of unknown food and he took a bite.

He chewed it twice.

An extremely strong pungency spread from the tip of his tongue to his throat, making the black man cough.

His blood rushed directly to his head, and he felt like his whole body was about to burn.

"I thought you could eat spicy food." Hanif looked sympathetically at the black man who was looking for water. "Mexican food is always very spicy."

Sean's eyes were so hot that tears and sweat were flowing at the same time. He looked at Li Sifu aside and found that this Chinese young man was eating with gusto.

"Fuck, don't you think it's hot?" The black man looked in disbelief.

Li Sifu had been driving the carriage all morning and was hungry. He was eating deliciously. He looked at the black man blankly:

"Is it spicy?"

"He is from Hunan and eats chili peppers as a meal." Chen Jianqiu said to the black man while chewing corn tortillas. "Our hometown has all kinds of flavors, sour, sweet, bitter and spicy."

He took out a piece of paper from his clothes and glanced at it.

Then he stuffed the paper back into his clothes and stuffed the remaining tortilla into his mouth.

The piece of paper was Vaughan's previous correspondence, which recorded the address of the company that owned the Roswell land.

He patted the crumbs on his hands:

"I'll go to the company that Vaughn mentioned later. You can have free time on your own in the afternoon."

Everyone looked at Chen Jianqiu at the same time.

"Don't you need us to follow you?" Holmes asked, "Do you need to transport those crude oil samples?"

Chen Jianqiu stood up, lifted a box next to him, and shook his head: "No need for now, you go and look around. I can handle it alone."

After that, he walked out of the hotel door, got on his horse, and headed to the address recorded on the paper.

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