America 1881: Legend of the West

"It seems that the situation here is more complicated than imagined." Chen Jianqiu and Sean walked out of the tavern together.

"We have to go back and talk to Wyatt and the others first, and then make further plans."

They retraced their steps, hearing several gunshots along the way.

Apparently, the sound of gunfire is an indispensable embellishment of the night in this railway city.

He was a little curious, why Wyatt chose to leave the city in the first place, and who was the current law enforcement officer Carson?

You have to ask the police chief about these things.

However, when Chen Jianqiu and Sean approached the hotel where they were staying, they were startled by the sight in front of them.

A group of cowboys with unknown origin stood menacingly at the door of the hotel, shouting loudly at the upstairs:

"Wyatt, you bastard, get out of here if you can! I have to skin you!"

"Wyatt! Have your balls been cut off? You're huddled in the hotel!"

"You son of a bitch, come out and fight me! I will never forget the shame you brought me!"

From their shouting, Chen Jianqiu judged that these people were not good birds. They had either been sent to prison by Wyatt, or they had been severely beaten by the former law enforcement officer.

Wyatt is just too famous in this town.

They were so famous that during the day they got off the train and walked straight from the train station in a low-key manner and rushed into the hotel. However, the news of their return to Dodge City spread like wildfire and spread throughout the red light district at night.

He no longer has the identity of a law enforcement officer, only Holiday is accompanied by a black man and a bearded man.

Of course, these cowboys seek revenge when they have a grievance and avenge an injustice.

But no matter how they shouted, Wyatt didn't come down.

This is a bit strange.

Based on Chen Jianqiu's understanding of Wyatt, this was a matter of honor and there was no way he could avoid it.

Although he had arranged for them to wait in the room before, he was Wyatt Earp and would never remain silent.

"Can you please give way?" Chen Jianqiu said to a cowboy blocking the door of the hotel.

The cowboy was in the middle of cursing and didn't notice anyone behind him at all.

When he turned around and discovered that it was a Chinese cowboy, he completely ignored Chen Jianqiu's intention and turned around and continued to curse at the person upstairs.

The hotel owner didn't bother to talk to them.

There are no guests at night, so as long as these people don't step into the door of the hotel, they can yell as much as they like.

Chen Jianqiu didn't waste any time and kicked the cowboy on the butt.

The cowboy stumbled forward, his feet mixed with garlic, and he fell into the door, face down, and fell like a dog.

He got up from the ground angrily and rushed towards Chen Jianqiu who was standing at the door.

Chen Jianqiu kicked him again.

The kick was fast and accurate, hitting the cowboy right in the belly.

The cowboy suddenly felt as if his bladder had been hit with a hammer, and the pain was excruciating.

He curled up in a ball in pain, wailing like a slaughtering pig on the ground.

"You said it in front of me." Chen Jianqiu stepped over him.

The cowboy's accomplices outside the door heard the commotion inside and ran over one after another, preparing to rush into the door.

"boom!"

There was a gunshot, and there were irregularly distributed bullet holes or bullet marks on the wooden board at the door. The cowboys' footsteps stopped abruptly outside the door.

"Who the hell dares to step foot in this door?"

You can do whatever you like outside the door, but if you want to break in, the hotel owner won't do it.

Private territory is inviolable.

He was standing half-length on the counter, the muzzle of the double-barreled shotgun in his hand smoking.

"If you want to howl, get out of the door and howl!" the hotel owner roared.

The cowboys dragged the cowboy on the ground out of the door.

They found that his pants were wet.

These people had no choice but to take a few steps back, keeping a certain distance from the hotel door, and then continued to curse upstairs.

"Let's go see what Wyatt is doing." Chen Jianqiu walked towards the stairs.

"Don't look for him, he went out with Holiday." The hotel owner put the shotgun on the counter and said.

He didn't know Chen Jianqiu very well, but he knew the black man next to him.

He and Wyatt came in together.

"'Unlucky Brown' sent people to look for them. If I guess correctly, they should be in his house now." The hotel owner said.

"'Unlucky Brown'? Is this another nickname?" Chen Jianqiu discovered that prominent people in this city have more or less "nicknames".

Thinking about it this way, I also had a few names at the beginning, but they were not very good.

"The judge in Dodge City is called that by everyone because he looks sad every day." The hotel owner shrugged, "He's also a bastard."

He seemed to be particularly patient with Wyatt's friends: "Chief Wyatt is really powerful. When he was here, my place was much safer."

"It's a pity that he resigned later, and now Sheriff Carson is here." The boss looked outside the door and sighed after making sure that it was dark without Sheriff Carson and his minions.

"These people are running amok in Dodge City and they're doing worse than criminals."

Chen Jianqiu roughly understood what was going on.

"Let's go upstairs and sleep." He said to Sean.

"Wyatt and the others will be fine, right?" Sean was a little worried.

"Don't worry, if he can't handle these things himself, then he is no longer Wyatt Earp." Chen Jianqiu was about to go up the stairs, but suddenly thought of something.

There seemed to be a group of "crows" calling outside the door.

This affects sleep a bit.

Chen Jianqiu walked to the door.

At this time, the cowboys dispersed into a fan shape, still scolding happily. Some of them got excited, took out their guns and fired a shot into the sky.

"Wyatt is not in the hotel now. If you really want to find him, I suggest you go there during the day tomorrow."

"As for now, I hope you can just swallow the damn bullshit you're mouthing and get the hell out of here!"

Chen Jianqiu said unhurriedly.

"Because, I'm going to sleep."

His voice wasn't loud, but it made the cowboys stop cursing for a moment.

Using the light from the hotel and the surrounding red lights, they could clearly see the face of Chen Jianqiu, a young Chinese cowboy.

The person he kicked to the ground just now was still rolling on the ground with his pants wet.

"Who are you to tell us to shut up?"

"Kill him! Kill him! This bastard!"

The cowboys shouted angrily, pointing their fingers at Chen Jianqiu's nose and yelling curses.

And the cowboy who fired his gun into the sky just now pointed his gun at Chen Jianqiu.

In his opinion, the person in front of him was a complete amateur.

He was standing in darkness on his side, and it was pitch black; but the man on the other side was standing upright at the door, exposed to the light in the hotel.

This is courting death!

He was going to teach the newbie a lesson.

Chen Jianqiu took out his golden revolver and turned on the shooter mode.

After several consecutive gunshots.

The cowboy who pulled out the gun lay on the ground with his head spinning and an expression of disbelief on his face. He couldn't believe that he could still be hit standing in the dark.

As for the cowboys who pointed at Chen Jianqiu, their index fingers were split in two.

The stump of the limb fell to the ground, and the wound was bleeding.

The yelling and cursing stopped abruptly and was replaced by howls.

"Why don't you get out of here?" Chen Jianqiu saw a group of people either howling or dumbfounded, so he took out his second golden revolver.

After those cowboys saw the shining golden revolver, they realized how many bullets there were in the gun and how many fingers or bodies they would have to leave behind.

"run!"

I don't know who shouted, the cowboys fled in all directions, and calm returned to the door of the hotel.

"mob."

Chen Jianqiu shook his head, turned the gun in his hand, and returned it to the holster.

He turned and walked back to the hotel.