America 1881: Legend of the West

The metal lighter struck quickly and accurately, hitting the man in the face.

The man was staring intently at Cleveland on the stage, but was accidentally hit by a lighter flying not far away.

He took two steps back and struggled to pull his trigger in the direction of Cleveland.

A figure stepped in front of him.

Chen Jianqiu flew up and kicked the gun away from his hand.

The kicked gun fell into the innermost circle through an arc and slid in front of Cleveland.

The people who just now were focused on the rotten eggs have encountered new changes.

The man with the gun saw that the situation was not good and ran away.

But he is not as fast as Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu stepped forward and kicked him in the back.

The person who took out the gun felt a sweet taste in his throat, staggered forward two steps, and fell directly into the crowd.

Holiday, who followed shortly after, cut off the man's arms and put a gun to his head.

All the plainclothes men in the crowd who had not yet moved suddenly ran out.

Some of them ran towards Chen Jianqiu, while others squeezed into the inner circle.

Cleveland calmly picked up the revolver from the ground and handed it to a plainclothes man.

His face was full of sarcasm.

The plainclothes man couldn't figure out for a moment whether his expression was mocking the man who pulled out the gun, or whether he was mocking his so-called protection.

Protection depends entirely on heaven, and shelter depends entirely on fate.

The plainclothes man didn't know what to say for a moment.

Cleveland's heart was not as calm as his expression.

If the egg that flew just now didn't surprise him too much, the gun that slipped under his feet now really scared him into a cold sweat.

He looked at the Chinese man who was patting the dirt on his mink coat.

"Thank you very much for saving my life." Cleveland walked up to Chen Jianqiu and said.

This man was dressed like a nouveau riche.

"Oh, you're welcome."

Chen Jianqiu felt a little sorry for the coat he was wearing.

This dress was a new one for him.

Unexpectedly, I ran too fast just now, splashing muddy water on the ground and getting myself covered in it.

He bent down and picked up the silver lighter from the ground, and handed it back to little Astor who came over.

Holiday had handed over the man who pulled the gun to undercover officers from the New York Police Department.

He saw Chen Jianqiu winking at him and quickly understood the boss's intention.

He quickly walked up to Chen Jianqiu and Cleveland, and took out his ID from his clothes:

"Mr. Cleveland, I'm a detective from the Border Detective Agency, and I happened to be passing by." He handed a card to the presidential candidate's hand.

"Border Detective Agency? Okay, I'll remember it." Cleveland put the card into his pocket, expressed his gratitude again, and got into a carriage by the square under the protection of plainclothes officers. inside.

The plainclothes officers dispersed the crowd and escorted the two suspects into the carriage.

Soon there were not many people left in the square.

Chen Jianqiu suddenly remembered that the Astor family made their fortune by selling furs.

"Astor, do you know how to wash this coat?" Chen Jianqiu approached little Astor and asked with a shy face.

He pointed to the mud spots on his clothes.

Holiday didn't say anything. He always felt that his boss's focus was a bit strange.

"It's okay, just leave it to me later. I can help you handle it." Little Astor agreed, "Let's go back to my carriage."

On the way back.

Little Astor has always wanted to discuss today's attack in Union Square with Chen Jianqiu and Holiday.

"Do you think it was the Republican Party that did it?" Little Astor guessed.

"No, although the election competition is fierce, both sides have their own rules and bottom lines and will not break through them. Doing this is equivalent to overturning the table." Chen Jianqiu said while looking out the carriage window.

"If the table is really overturned, then everyone should stop playing. Today you can assassinate my candidate, and tomorrow I can burn your base camp. From then on, there will be division and war."

"It's not to that extent, but this time, it will probably send a lot of votes to Cleveland."

Little Holiday nodded repeatedly, but he suddenly realized something.

"Eh? Don't you know very well? And you said you're not interested in politics?"

Chen Jianqiu said nothing and continued to look out the window.

Because at this time, another carriage will appear outside the window from time to time.

This carriage looked less beautiful and luxurious than Astor's.

"Why do I feel that the carriage is getting faster and faster?" Holiday was also a little strange.

"Oh, those guys must have caught up again." Little Astor looked accustomed to it.

The carriage caught up again and gradually exceeded half of its body.

"Aster! Your carriage is too slow, it's time to change horses!" A young man who was also fashionably dressed poked his head out of the carriage window and shouted in this direction.

All I heard was a "ya!" from the coachman in the front seat.

The speed of the carriage suddenly increased again.

"Are you racing?" Chen Jianqiu looked at little Astor sitting opposite and frowned.

He had heard of horse racing, but rarely of carriage racing.

First, New York City explicitly prohibits racing events on the streets, which is both disturbing and dangerous.

Secondly, with the current poor wheels and road conditions, your butt will be smashed and the car will fall apart.

"Forget it, right?" Little Astor scratched his head, "Many wealthy young men in New York think this is very exciting and handsome."

"The groom will increase the speed on his own, we don't need to worry about it."

"There are three people in our car! There seems to be only one in the opposite car. Are you comparing with others?" Holiday said angrily as he had already judged the number of people in the other car.

However, their grooms seemed to disagree.

Driven by him, the two horses pulling the carriage ran wildly with their hooves raised, splashing mud everywhere.

The scenery outside the window recedes quickly.

Little Astor's carriage once again passed one body space.

Not to be outdone, the groom of the other carriage also began to beat his two horses.

Chen Jianqiu estimated that if this continues, sooner or later one of the two cars, or both cars, will overturn, causing the car to be destroyed and everyone to die.

The carriage finally caught up again.

The owner of the carriage, the nouveau riche boy who was yelling wildly just now, stuck his head out of the window again.

He considered giving little Asterby the middle finger and walking away or something.

However, he and his coachman discovered that the curtain of the carriage on the opposite side had been lifted.

A Chinese businessman sat expressionlessly by the window of the carriage, holding a revolver in his hand and facing them.

The expressions on their faces were frozen.

We agreed to go racing, why did we resort to violence?

The upstart boy honestly retracted his head into his carriage, and his coachman also stopped driving the carriage.

Soon, the upstart and his carriage disappeared from Chen Jianqiu's eyes.

Chen Jianqiu returned the revolver in his hand to Holiday.

This is not the first time since he came to New York that he has taught people in the "civilized" world how Westerners solve problems.

Two more days passed.

Chen Jianqiu got up in the morning and was going to Astoria to pick up his mink coat.

However, as soon as he entered the door, little Astor greeted him.

"Chen, Mr. Cleveland, the governor of New York State, wants to find you."