America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Holmes thought for four seconds. The bull appearing on the street behind him and the gold bar in his hand took him a second to figure it out.

Now that this game has been added, it is not so easy to quit. The last person who wanted to quit was called Lockhart, and now the grass on his grave is already three feet high.

Moreover, more and more people are joining this game now.

Only the man on horseback in front can protect him.

So he rushed forward without hesitation.

Chen Jianqiu directly lifted him onto the horse:

"Do you understand?"

Holmes pondered for a moment: "I want a raise."

Chen Jianqiu laughed and galloped wildly, leaving the white robes and the bull behind.

He planned to take Holmes to join Asuka and the others as soon as possible.

But before reuniting, he still had one thing to do.

A minute later, the horses stopped at the door of Browning's gun shop.

The door of the gun shop was closed, and Jerry and Browning peered through the side window. Browning caught a glimpse of the black radish parked at the door, as if he had seen a savior.

"Quick, open the door." He gave Jerry a shoulder and asked him to open the door quickly.

The door opened.

Chen Jianqiu strode into the gun shop with a lever rifle on his back.

"Hey, you are here. The west side of the town is in chaos. I don't know what happened. Jerry and I are still thinking of going to the hotel to find you." Browning came up to us. He looked outside the door again and found that behind

There was no one following him, "Huh? Why are there only the two of you?"

Chen Jianqiu didn't even look at him. He hurried past Browning and whispered to him: "Follow me to the back." Then without stopping, he went straight into the back room.

Browning didn't know what happened, so he had to follow him in.

Chen Jianqiu was not polite and sat directly on a chair next to the table in the back room. He first took off the rifle from his back and placed it on the table. Then he took out the Colt from his waist and placed it on the table.

Next to the rifle.

He took off the gloves on his hands, bent down and dusted off his trouser legs, and asked:

"How many guns have you sold to the mayor?"

Browning was confused and didn't know why he was asking this at this time.

He didn't think about how to answer for a while, and hesitated for a while: "I have sold this before, but..."

Chen Jianqiu straightened up, picked up the long gun on the table, and threw it directly to Browning: "Did you sell this gun from your gun shop?"

Browning grabbed the thrown spear with both hands and stumbled back a few steps. He picked up the gun and looked at it.

When Chen Jianqiu came in just now, he didn't pay attention. He only thought that the gun looked familiar, but after he got it in his hand, he discovered the problem.

This gun was modified by him after imitating the Winchester 1873. It just arrived two weeks ago. For this, he had to pay a patent fee to the Winchester company. The butt is stamped "Made by Browning".

The word "can't be ignored".

"How did you get this gun?" He raised his head and looked at Chen Jianqiu, only to find that Chen Jianqiu was staring at him, his face as heavy as water.

"Is this something you should ask yourself?"

Chen Jianqiu took out several bullets from the bullet belt and arranged them one by one on the table. Then he opened the bullet chamber of the Colt on the table and began to stuff the bullets on the table into it one by one.

"Browning, did your father ever teach you what is the biggest taboo as an arms dealer?"

Chen Jianqiu asked while stuffing bullets.

Browning stood there a little at a loss, not knowing what to say.

"That is, never be killed by the weapons you sell." Chen Jianqiu loaded a gun, closed the magazine, raised the gun with both hands, and aimed his eyes along the crosshair.

Browning suddenly felt sweat dripping down his back. He was not an idiot and roughly guessed what happened.

"I have indeed been selling guns to the mayor. When I came with you last time, half of the Browning single-shot rifles were sold to him. This lever repeater was delivered to him last week.

It's in his hand," Browning said eagerly.

"The bullets from the past few days were not just galvanized, right?"

"Well, those bullets are 44-40 center-fired bullets. The dosage has been changed, making them more powerful, but more dangerous if they misfire." Browning paused, "This is also what the mayor requested."

"So?" Chen Jianqiu put down the Colt and started loading bullets in the other one.

Browning became even more nervous, and the sweat on his forehead was dripping down his cheeks, because the loaded revolver was placed on the table and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at him.

He knows the power of this gun better than anyone else, and he even does his best for it.

"Chen, you know the principles of my business. I will not ask about the privacy of my customers, and I will never ask them what they use the guns for. I don't care who they kill with the guns. Even the president has nothing to do with me.

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"I don't know what the mayor did. I really, really, really don't know anything."

Browning was so anxious that his neck turned red. These were his innermost thoughts and they did not seem to be forgeries.

Chen Jianqiu put down his gun, stood up, walked to Browning, leaned on the table, folded his hands on his chest, and said to Browning:

"John, I respect your professional ethics and believe that you have nothing to do with this matter. We were, are and will remain good partners in the past.

"I will not wrongly blame a friend, but I will not let go of any enemy. Under normal circumstances, I don't like to interact with my enemies. I will send them where they should go."

Browning's clothes were soaked behind him.

"So, can you tell me now about the situation of our dear mayor?" Chen Jianqiu put the two revolvers back into their holsters.

"I only know that he is familiar with my father, which is why my father opened the gun store branch here from Utah." Browning shook his head, "But I can entrust my brother to go back and find my father and

Letters between him."

"If there is any, please keep it and I will send someone to contact you." Chen Jianqiu stood up, patted his clothes and walked out of the back room, returning to the front hall of the gun shop.

He took the gold bar back from Holmes and handed it to Browning in front of the stunned Holmes.

"You are now the backbone of the company's original stock holders. Don't worry about those three melons and two dates." Chen Jianqiu said to Holmes with a smile, "You stay here first."

He then turned to Browning:

"This is the cost of replenishing the gun, maintaining it, and modifying the gun. The rest will be treated as a deposit and will be left with you. If there are any other transactions in the future, it will be deducted from it first."

Browning took the gold bar. He hesitated for a moment and then asked: "Chen, can you tell me what happened tonight?"

"The mayor funded a group of thugs to loot Montrose." Chen Jianqiu said concisely, "Your side will not be peaceful recently."

"Then what should we do?" Browning verified his guess, feeling a little frustrated.

"I'll ask Zhang Danian to send a few people over to help you later. You just need to pay their wages." Chen Jianqiu looked up and down the gun shop and nodded, "There are only so many people in the gun shop. It's really a bit crowded.

Shameful."

"A few people, are they enough?" Browning was still a little worried.

"That's enough." Chen Jianqiu walked out of the door of the gun shop, "Because at least half of those thugs will die tonight."