America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chen Jianqiu exerted strength in his waist and abdomen and returned to the roof of the car.

If the Indian priest was locked in the sleeping car of the expedition, the guards there should not be so lax, and he could investigate it later on the pretext of looking for Mark Twain.

But if not there.

Chen Jianqiu leaned over and looked at the car behind him.

There is another carriage at the back, followed by several bucket wagons containing coal ore, and then there is the freight wagon, where their horses and luggage are.

Chen Jianqiu walked a few steps back quietly.

He saw the whole situation of this carriage.

There is actually no connection between Astor's bedroom and this section. The back door of Astor's carriage is locked, and there is only an open-air aisle on both sides of the carriage for guards to travel and patrol.

The two carriages are connected with a coupler.

This carriage has no windows, just like the freight carriage behind it, and is much more tightly guarded than the sleeper carriage in front.

There are two Pinkerton detectives guarding the two entrances, one in front and one in the back.

Since the train was not moving, both detectives stepped off the carriage and stood on either side of the connection between the carriages.

Different from the two fishermen in the front carriage, these two men held guns in their hands and patrolled back and forth on both sides, watching with vigilance what was happening on both sides of the train.

The carriage door was locked.

It seems that the priest is most likely locked in this carriage.

If you find the priest, rescue him directly, tie up Astor, and start your escape tonight.

If by chance this person is not inside, Astor is still tied up, and we will still go out tonight.

Since the escape was going to happen no matter what, these two unlucky Pinkerton detectives would not survive.

Chen Jianqiu touched the edge of the car roof and hung upside down again.

A detective's mouth was covered and a knife was slashed across his throat.

He didn't say a word, and his eyes lost the luster of life.

Chen Jianqiu's hand was still holding his head. After the detective breathed his last, he let go of his hand and the man fell limply to the ground.

And he himself, like a big bat, somersaulted, jumped down, and landed safely on the ground.

Detective Pinkerton next to him heard the movement, but as soon as he turned his head, he saw a dagger flying in front of him.

The dagger thrown by Chen Jianqiu pierced the detective's forehead directly, and the blade was deeply embedded in his head. The detective fell to the ground on his back.

Apart from the sound of the corpse hitting the ground, there was no other unusual noise during the whole process.

Chen Jianqiu dragged the body in. He turned sideways and observed the situation at the other end of the carriage.

The strange thing is that at the other end of the carriage, the two detectives who were patrolling there just now are missing.

Chen Jianqiu frowned, but he did not stop his movements.

He pulled out the dagger from the detective's head, took out the key from one of the detectives' waist, and then dragged both bodies under the car.

After everything was handled quickly, Chen Jianqiu opened the door of the carriage with the key.

It was also dark inside the carriage, with only a kerosene lamp hanging near the middle illuminating the small area around it.

Chen Jianqiu's body did not turn. He stared at the kerosene lamp, turned his hand behind him, and gently closed the compartment door behind him.

He touched the wall of the carriage with his hand and moved forward slowly, slowly.

Chen Jianqiu tried to enter the shooting state, but from his current perspective, he did not find anything unusual in this carriage.

He was familiar with darkness, and he always felt that something was wrong.

Approaching the range of the kerosene lamp, a cage appeared in Chen Jianqiu's field of vision. Taking a few steps forward, the man imprisoned in the cage also appeared in front of him.

Although he couldn't see clearly in the dim light, Chen Jianqiu was still sure that this person was an Indian.

He slowly approached the cage.

Just when he was about to step forward to see if there was any way to open the iron cage.

The hairs all over his body suddenly stood up.

The sound of a sharp object cutting through the air reached his ears, and something was flying towards his neck.

Chen Jianqiu leaned back violently, turned sideways, and something touched his Adam's apple and flew under his chin.

The thing fell within the illumination range of the kerosene lamp, and Chen Jianqiu saw its appearance clearly.

A blow dart.

Before Chen Jianqiu could turn around, a black shadow jumped out from the darkness beyond the reach of the light and attacked him.

The movement of this black shadow was so primitive that there was no routine at all, but it was extremely fast and deadly, like a puma killing its prey, heading straight for the vital part of his neck.

This man has a knife in his hand,

Chen Jianqiu hurriedly stepped back and moved aside to avoid this fatal blow.

The black shadow failed to hit the target, and quickly changed the direction of the attack. With strong skills, he stepped forward, raised the short knife in his hand again, and slashed at Chen Jianqiu's neck.

The movements were too fast, and the knife skills were so primitive and weird that it was impossible to predict where it would go next.

Chen Jianqiu retreated again, avoiding this slash.

The dark figure had entered the range of the light, and Chen Jianqiu also saw his face.

This is a middle-aged Indian man. The wind in the southwestern United States has left traces and ravines on his bronze face.

But the power of his eyes is full of the wildness and perseverance of the Sonoran Desert.

The middle-aged man's face flashed past, and he continued to rush forward, slashing with the short knife in his hand, and then changed direction.

But this time, Chen Jianqiu had seen his movements clearly.

There was a sound of "clang", he bent one knee slightly, turned his body slightly, raised one arm, unsheathed the dagger in his hand, and held the blade that was cutting towards his neck again.

Then his other leg suddenly exerted force and kicked out, hitting the man's abdomen firmly.

"Peng!"

The man was kicked back a few steps, and his back hit the iron sheet of the carriage hard, causing the whole carriage to shake.

There were bustling sounds outside the carriage. It seemed that the fighting here had alerted the Pinkerton detectives outside.

Seeing that he had failed, the black shadow quickly fled to the other end of the carriage.

He knocked open the door and jumped onto the small truck.

After jumping over several carts, he jumped directly onto a waiting horse and then galloped away.

Chen Jianqiu also quickly exited the car and climbed onto the roof of the car again.

The detectives' attention was drawn to the Indian who was escaping on horseback, and they shot in the direction in which he fled.

No one noticed Chen Jianqiu running in the opposite direction on the roof of the car.

It seems that we can't tie up Astor tonight, which is really a pity.

When Russell and his men appeared in the pinkerton police lounge car again, Chen Jianqiu was crossing his legs and bragging with Feiniao.

"What's the matter, sir?"