America 1881: Legend of the West

The explosion did not come as expected, and the police officers under his command had no intention of taking the risk and going any further. In addition, the unlucky reporter had been standing nearby with a pen to take notes.

Sheriff Porter had no choice but to stand there and stare at the workers' pickets.

There is still a stalemate here, and some people on the rooftop not far away can no longer hold back.

"What is Potter doing?"

The governor looked toward the square.

From their direction, only Holly standing on the caravan and the crowd around him could be vaguely seen.

The planned police presence did not appear in the square, let alone make arrests and disperse the crowd.

The people in the square were still looking at their young leader.

The applause sounded continuously in the square and lasted for a long time.

"Bring me Heilman!" the governor whispered to the entourage on the side.

The entourage hurried away.

After a while, Hellman came up from the stairs.

He has been around since the beginning of the parade.

When the governor saw Hellman arriving, he hooked his fingers at him, then took him to a corner of the rooftop and asked in a deep voice:

"What happened to you and your people?"

"Mr. Governor, there may be something wrong. Well, the person I'm looking for may be timid."

Heilman replied.

His current state is as uncomfortable as eating shit.

After so many years in the industry, he rarely made mistakes in his judgment, but the experience of these two days made him doubt his career.

First, the man named Hanif took his own money and then nothing happened.

The dignified head of a border detective agency in a state, after being raped to the end, he still stayed in his original unit without shame. Do you still want his face?

Furthermore, the undercover agent named Bowen gritted his teeth when chatting with him, as if he wanted to die generously, and said, "Looking at the world, there is no GM who doesn't bleed. If it's going to happen, start with me!"

As a result, no one was seen at the critical moment.

Who does the Border Detective Agency recruit? How did they get so big?

"I shouldn't have to deal with this matter. If Brannan, an unsatisfied bastard, hadn't escaped from the battlefield, I wouldn't have come to you at all."

The governor looked grim and gave Hellman a hard look.

"Listen, if I don't see those bastards in the square arrested within half an hour, you and Brannan will get out of California! Do you understand?"

Hellman did not dare to refute, turned around and hurriedly walked downstairs.

The governor let out a breath and walked towards the railing on the rooftop.

He and the merchants around him were now focused on the square opposite.

No one noticed that there was one person missing on the rooftop.

After Hellman went downstairs, Chen Jianqiu followed suit.

Hellman hurriedly walked toward the square with the two Pinkerton detectives.

They arrived under an apartment building.

Sheriff Porter's yells came from the next street.

"You guys stand guard on the first floor and don't let anyone in." After the sergeant ordered the two subordinates, he walked towards the second floor.

There were several apartments on the second floor, and Heilman quickly walked to the door of one of them.

He took out two wires from his pocket, turned them in the keyhole a few times, opened the door and walked in.

There was no one in the room, saving him some trouble.

Hellman walked quickly to the window.

He opened the curtains a crack and looked out through the cracks.

The window of this apartment faced the scene of the confrontation between the police and workers' pickets.

The police officers were all crestfallen, and could hardly hold their guns steady. Chief Porter was also helpless, standing in front of his own police officers, leaning on his hips and cursing.

"You bastards, do you have the guts to touch me?"

The police chief scolded and stared at the movement on the other side.

He had exhausted all his courage.

As soon as there was any movement on the other side, Porter would immediately lie down or sneak into the crowd behind him.

However, the workers did not react at all, as if they had been trained.

There was no retort, no yelling or confrontation.

Duncan's expression was impassive, but his finger remained near the trigger of the revolver.

Hellman took a deep breath.

Time to give those down there a heads-up.

He gently pushed the window open with his left hand, touched his waist with his right hand, and his eyes fell on Potter.

Hellman prepared to shoot the sergeant in a non-lethal part.

Arms, or thighs.

At this distance, there was no reason for him to miss, but if the unlucky guy was hit in the bone or the wound was infected, it would be none of his business.

The barrel of the revolver stuck out of the window and was pointed at Sheriff Porter.

Just when Hellman was concentrating and preparing to pull the trigger.

He suddenly felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

It was a feeling of impending danger.

This was the stunt that made him famous after so many years in the West, and it was also one of the secrets to his success in the Pinkerton Detective Agency.

Not everyone has this talent.

From the reflection of the window glass, Hellman suddenly saw a man emerging from the shadows and striking him with a knife.

The detective sidestepped the knife and turned the muzzle of the gun in his hand, hoping to shoot the attacker behind him.

For an old man in his fifties, he is fast enough. If he were younger, he might be even faster.

Chen Jianqiu's first shot failed.

His attacks rarely miss, especially the first one.

However, there was no pause in his movements. He retracted the knife in the air, turned his palm into a claw, and grabbed Hellman's hand holding the gun.

Chen Jianqiu moves very quickly, arriving first and second.

Before Hellman could react, his hand and gun were already firmly held by the opponent.

He wanted to pull the trigger, but found that Chen Jianqiu's middle finger had already clamped on his finger, making him unable to move.

The corners of Chen Jianqiu's mouth raised slightly, and his index finger suddenly exerted force and struck the wheel spring nest.

The entire bomb nest flew out as if it had been hit by a hammer, hit the floor of the apartment with a "dong" sound, and rolled far away.

Hellman was completely stunned.

His Colt is a single-action revolver. Unlike Chen Jianqiu's modified one, the runner can bounce to the side. Its runner is fixed on the gun body.

This gun has been with him for a long time and is sturdy and durable, but now it feels like a toy in Chen Jianqiu's hands.

After just a moment of confusion, a sharp dagger was already placed on Hellman's neck.

"Boss Chen, you are very skilled."

Under the control of others, Hellman let out a long sigh and a few words popped out of his mouth.

"Let me tell you, why are Brannanga's servants so old?"

Chen Jianqiu held a dagger against Hellman's neck with one hand, and began to take out a gun from Hellman's body with the other hand.

In addition to the one destroyed by Chen Jianqiu just now, there is another one in his boots and one in his clothes.

"Is Bowen also controlled by you?" Heilman asked.

"Can I choose not to answer your question?" Chen Jianqiu put the gun into his pocket and pouted at the door of the room.

Hellman was escorted out of the door by Chen Jianqiu, and then went down the stairs to the first floor.

In the corner of the corridor on the first floor, he saw the two subordinates who were guarding him, both sitting on the ground leaning against the wall.

Hellman closed his eyes.

He had never encountered this kind of skill in his decades of traveling in the West.

His fate should be the same as the two people in the corner.

However, he waited for a long time, but the dagger did not cross his throat.

Someone was tying his hands with rope.

Hellman opened his eyes and found that the man holding the dagger had become Hanif, whom he was familiar with, and the man tying his hands was an unknown young man.

But Chen Jianqiu has disappeared long ago.

Hellman said nothing and looked at Hanif with eyes full of contempt.

"Stop looking at me like that!" Hanif didn't care about Hellman's eyes at all. "The head of the California Border Detective Agency personally tied the rope for you. You should feel honored."

After Donnie finished tying the rope, he pulled it twice to see if it was strong enough. Then he straightened up and gave Hellman an honest smile.

"Let's go quickly. The stage is set up over the square, waiting for him to come on."

Hanif said.