America 1881: Legend of the West

Chen Jianqiu rushed to Hanif's residence on flying horses.

"Quickly call all detectives in San Francisco and get weapons!"

He walked into the house and said to Hanif.

Hanif said nothing, nodded and went out.

Everyone had just finished lunch and were chatting. Seeing Chen Jianqiu's face, no one dared to ask more questions.

Finally, Camilla walked up behind Chen Jianqiu who was standing by the window and asked softly:

"What happened?"

"Huang Qingyun took people to Arcata for negotiations." Chen Jianqiu took a deep breath.

He didn't know the private relationship between the Knights of Labor and the local vigilante group, but his intuition was always accurate.

Huang Qingyun's trip may be a disaster.

Those who remained in the room exchanged glances with each other.

Sean subconsciously raised his lips: "Boss, when did they set off?"

"A week ago."

"If you include the round trip, there should be news in the next two days." Camilla counted the time and said.

Chen Jianqiu said nothing.

His eyes suddenly fell on the street not far away.

Several horses were galloping in the direction of the apartment.

In San Francisco, horses are actually not allowed to gallop on the roads.

But He Sanshui and Xiao Liuzi didn't care at all. After they came out of Arcata, they traveled day and night towards San Francisco.

At this time, only Hanif, the California head of the Border Detective Agency, was found and asked to tell Chen Jianqiu the news as soon as possible.

But they saw a familiar figure downstairs in Hanif's apartment.

Chen Jianqiu stood with his hands behind his back, no expression on his face.

Several horses came close to Chen Jianqiu. He Sanshui rolled off the horse and fell in front of Chen Jianqiu, with a crying voice:

"Boss Chen, Master Huang, Master Huang is gone."

These words were like a bolt from the blue, striking into Chen Jianqiu's heart.

The muscles on his face began to tremble.

"When did it happen?" Chen Jianqiu asked calmly.

His face was still, but his chest was exploding like thunder.

He Sanshui cried and told Chen Jianqiu what happened.

Chen Jianqiu slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a blazing fire inside.

"Go and tell the people at the guild hall about this, and the Border Detective Agency will pick it up."

Anyone who kills my people! I will kill them all!

At this time, Hanif had already gathered downstairs with Pinkerton's detectives.

These detectives are divided into two groups. One group is non-Chinese detectives, mainly experienced members hired locally; the second group is Chinese detectives, these people are mainly from Roswell.

"Boss, what are we going to do now?" Hanif asked.

"Go and handle a case." Chen Jianqiu said, "Someone killed someone in Arcata."

By the time Chen Jianqiu and others arrived at Arcata, the sun was already setting in the west.

The setting sun, which was about to sink into the sea level, shed a ray of blood-colored light on the sea and onto the seaside town of Arcata.

"Let everyone rest outside the town for a while. When it gets dark, we will enter the town to arrest people."

Everyone from the Border Detective Agency escaped into a forest one kilometer away from the town.

It was completely dark.

The town in the distance had almost no light and was completely dark.

Residents here are unwilling to spend more money to light the lights.

Under normal circumstances, this was the norm in the American West in the 19th century.

Chen Jianqiu was wearing a dark red leather coat and stood at the exit of the woods.

He was waiting for the people who went out to investigate to come back.

Not long after, several figures appeared at the corner of the woods and trotted over.

"We figured it out. We followed Xiao Liuzi and found the camp. It's still in the same place." Hanif took a breath and said.

"There is a lumberyard further into the camp. Workers usually cut wood there, and if necessary, they would use their guns." He pointed to the town not far away. "There are also some militia members living in the town. There is a logging camp on the other side of the camp. If there is any movement, we will come.”

"Take a group of people and set up a Maxim on the road from the town to the camp. As soon as someone comes to support you, you will sweep it." Chen Jianqiu glanced at the two carriages behind him. "The other one will follow me to the camp."

When Chen Jianqiu came this time, he brought two Maxim machine guns stored in the Border Detective Agency.

These two are fixed to the carriage.

Hanif never used it, so when he took it out of the warehouse, it was still like new.

The two teams set off separately.

They bypassed the town and soon approached the camp.

Chen Jianqiu had already seen the fire in the camp.

Members of the Knights of Labor, militiamen of the vigilante group, or the surrounding lumberjacks, were gathering around the fire in twos and threes, happily grilling meat.

They have no idea how much happiness and warmth the flames bring them now, and how much death it will bring them later.

Chen Jianqiu asked the carriage carrying Maxim behind him to untie the pole, and then stood on it himself.

He adjusted the muzzle of the gun in the direction of the forest.

Chen Jianqiu took a Roswell 1882 from a detective and aimed it at a man with an armband next to the fire.

He pulled the trigger.

The man fell to the ground.

His jaw shattered along with the food he had just put into his mouth.

What came at any moment was a volley of fire from the detectives of the Border Detective Agency.

All of a sudden, four or five people fell beside the fire.

Others began running around the camp, trying to find themselves a place to hide from the bullets.

"There are enemies!" The pipe-smoking man came out of the tent. He held a gun in his hand and looked for the direction of the bullet in the darkness.

"Everyone, get your weapons," the pipe-smoking man yelled, "Hold the camp!"

He leaned against a bucket and complained: "Which road is this on? Could it be some gangster nearby?"

The lame man hiding not far from him smiled at him in a sinister way.

The biggest gangster in the neighborhood is now being blackmailed in the same camp with you in the name of the Knights of Labor.

"Forget it, who cares? People from the town and the lumber camp will come to support them in a while." The pipe-smoking man fired several shots into the darkness.

Sure enough, gunshots rang out here, and there was a reaction from the other side of the town.

A din spread through the town.

The militiamen took their guns, put on their clothes and rushed out of the house, holding torches and rushing towards the camp.

At the same time, the guns in the hands of Maxim and the detectives on Hanif's side also fired.

Seven or eight people who rushed to the front fell instantly.

"Go back to your house if you don't want to die!" Hanif shouted.