America 1881: Legend of the West

The next day, a group of men in black on horseback suddenly appeared at the entrance to the town in Lincolnshire.

Some people are not familiar with their costumes, while others are aware of them.

A few days ago, they had met these people at the exchange in the town, and on the same day they got the amount they had never imagined before.

They stood on the edge of the road, took off their hats, and saluted the group.

Chen Jianqiu, who was at the front of the team, also greeted these people.

This resulted in those remaining who did not know him, and some began to follow suit.

Lincoln County, which was originally indifferent to people, suddenly became happy and full of civilization.

Chen Jianqiu led the team forward.

They came to the Santa Cruz Gang today to ask for a debt.

Before leaving, Lawyer Dylan reminded him whether he should call Sheriff Pilot. After all, this was in his jurisdiction.

Chen Jianqiu waved his hand.

Now Pile, I am afraid that no matter what he says, he will not come out with him.

Their method of finding the Santa Cruz Gang was also very simple.

Find a secluded alley on the edge of town.

Whether you are squatting there alone and smoking, or pressing your thumbs, it is best to count money.

Soon, three or two slovenly men will come over and surround you, knock you down and kick you for a while, then strip you of all your valuables.

The person in charge of doing this today is Sean.

No matter in terms of body shape or skin color, he is the best candidate.

And the two men who finally waited and surrounded him were pushed to the ground as they wished, and guns were pointed at their heads.

"Take us to your stronghold. I have something to ask your boss." Chen Jianqiu looked at the three people with a smile.

Hanif tied the hands of the two men with a rope and strung them into a line. The other end of the rope was in his hand.

Hanif sat on his horse and led them like a dog, asking them to show the way.

If they dared to act rashly, the former bounty hunter would just kick the horse in the belly, and the two of them would be dragged to death on the ground.

Dozens of minutes later, the two men took Chen Jianqiu and the others to an abandoned chapel near the town.

"Your boss's vision for selecting strongholds is quite unique, isn't it?" Chen Jianqiu curled his lips.

"He was a priest, a Mexican priest, sir," said the gangster who was staggered by Hanif.

"Hey, Mustache, that man is still a heretic." Abiot gloated to Hanif.

"Strictly speaking, so are you." Hanif glared at Abiot fiercely.

The main entrance of this abandoned church opens in the front, and there is a courtyard in the back.

Chen Jianqiu discovered that there were many horses tied behind the yard at the back door.

He seemed to have discovered something, and an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"It looks like it's quite lively today."

When he reached the main door, Chen Jianqiu was not polite and didn't even mean to knock on the door. He just raised his foot and kicked the door open with a "bang".

There was no one outside, but inside, it was full of people.

The small auditorium of the church has been transformed by the Santa Cruz Gang into a "multi-purpose hall" integrating eating, entertainment, and sleeping.

Except for those who are still engaged in "business work" outside, most of the others are here.

Some of them were playing cards, some were bragging about their skills, and one of them probably just came back and didn't have time to eat, so he was gnawing on a cooked cow's head.

When Chen Jianqiu kicked the door open, the group of people all raised their heads and looked in the direction of the door.

Someone is here to cause trouble.

A man by the window reached out to touch the gun, but before his hand could touch the gun, he was shot to pieces.

"Hit whoever moves, hit wherever it moves." Abiot's voice was cold. What was colder than his voice was the metallic luster on the black barrel.

Chen Jianqiu took off his gloves and looked around. From the expressions of these people, he could tell that their leader was not here.

"I'm here to collect the bill today, please inform your leader." He said.

The gang members glanced at each other, and finally the person closest to the exit of the auditorium said to Chen Jianqiu: "The boss is in the back. There are guests here today, and they are drinking."

As soon as he finished speaking, there were sounds of footsteps coming from the direction of the yard.

Apparently, there was no need to make any special announcements. The gunshots in the auditorium alerted the people behind, and the real owner should be arriving soon.

Sure enough, a Mexican man wearing a brown cape and dressed as a cowboy appeared at the door of the auditorium leading to the courtyard.

He has a Mexican face. He looks very ordinary and has little memory. He looks like he is in his thirties.

Chen Jianqiu really couldn't connect him with the priest.

"Who asked you to shoot in your own camp? Are you so brave?" The man walked in cursing, but when he saw Chen Jianqiu and a dozen men in black around him, he immediately shut up.

"Who are you? Why did you hurt my people?" The man frowned. He looked at his bloody hands and asked Chen Jianqiu.

"Are you Jose Santa Cruz?" Chen Jianqiu slowly took out the loan contract from his clothes, "I'm here to collect Leonard's account."

"Why doesn't he come?" Santa Cruz asked knowingly.

"He died, and I bought all his accounts receivable." Chen Jianqiu's voice was still calm, "You initially borrowed four hundred dollars from him. According to the interest in the contract, I calculated that so far, You’re going to give me a total of $1,124.”

The interest on the contract was outrageous, and it was obvious that Santa Cruz had no intention of paying it back when he borrowed it.

"What a joke, why do you buy accounts receivable? I don't understand. What I owe Leonard is money, and of course I have to pay it back to him. If he wants it, let him get it himself." Santa Cruz acted rogue .

"Then should I send you to meet him? Then you can talk about the debt?" Chen Jianqiu looked at Santa Cruz with a smile, but there was a look of solemnity in his eyes.

Santa Cruz was shaken by the sight, but quickly returned to normal.

He didn't have as many people as them, and the group of people in front of him hurt people with their attacks, which was not a good thing.

However, he wasn't worried at all.

"Are you threatening me?" Santa Cruz glared at Chen Jianqiu and asked not to be outdone.

"Yes." Chen Jianqiu nodded.

"Do you know who is in the backyard? You didn't ask me carefully before asking me to collect the bill. Who gave you the courage?" Santa Cruz looked extremely arrogant.

"I haven't asked about it." Chen Jianqiu told the truth. He really didn't know the origin of the Santa Cruz Gang.

"That's my big brother! You know what? My big brother is in the backyard!"

This is the confidence of Santa Cruz.

Including those in the backyard, it was enough to fight the dozen or so people in front of me.

"Oh, then invite him over. Maybe I will give him some face." Chen Jianqiu ignored him and turned to look at the mural on the wall at the entrance.