America 1881: They Call Me Legend

"Someone just attacked the train."

Russell raised the lantern in his hand and began to scan the people in the carriage.

The light shone on Chen Jianqiu's face, and he looked calm as always.

Russell's eyes turned to Asuka's face, and he paused for a few seconds, but couldn't find any answer on his face. As for the white cowboy, he seemed to be asleep from the moment he entered the carriage, and even his posture seemed to have changed.

Nothing has changed.

Russell raised the height of the lantern in his hand, glanced at the carriage, frowned, and then shouted sharply:

"Where's that black guy who came with you just now?"

Chen Jianqiu did not answer. He sat on the chair, folded his hands on his chest, and looked at Detective Pinkerton in front of him with interest.

"Say it quickly!" Russell raised his voice and moved his hands to his waist.

But Chen Jianqiu was not angry at all, and had no intention of answering. There was a smile on his lips.

In Russell's view, this was a naked provocation.

Just when he was about to have an attack, the shadow behind the car seat moved, and a man climbed up from the chair, rubbing his eyes.

The light in the carriage was too dark just now, and no one noticed that there was another person lying in the shadow, and he was a black man.

"What's wrong, sir, I was sleeping just now."

The black man walked under the light of the horse lantern, with a sleepy look on his face.

Russell looked at him, then at Chen Jianqiu, and pointed at Chen Jianqiu fiercely: "You'd better be more honest with me."

Chen Jianqiu looked unconcerned, but Sean next to him shrugged and reminded him kindly: "You'd better not point your finger at him. Doing so usually doesn't end well."

Russell snorted and walked away with his men holding the lantern.

Chen Jianqiu's voice came from behind him: "Mr. Detective, if you need help, say hello."

Russell sped out of the car, a little frustrated. He always felt that there was something wrong with these people, but he could never catch them.

After Pinkerton's detectives left the car, calm returned to the car.

"Boss, I didn't find any notes in the car in front, but there is a lot of money." Sean came over, changing his sleepy look just now.

"Did you take action?" Chen Jianqiu raised his eyebrows.

"No, as you ordered, I didn't move anything." Sean shook his head like a rattle.

Chen Jianqiu immediately stood up and told several people what had just happened.

"What do you think? Adam?" Chen Jianqiu said to Adam in the corner.

"They will come again." Adam woke up at some point. He leaned forward and the moonlight shone on his face through the car window.

His face was pale and scary, and his horns had been soaked by sweat. If he didn't know, he thought he had just climbed out of the water.

"What's wrong with you? Adam?" Chen Jianqiu hurriedly sat next to Adam. He supported Adam and asked, "Do you want me to call Trysa?

"It's okay, it's okay now, it's the same old problem." Adam waved his hand, "Teresa has seen it too, and she will be fine in a few days. Where did we just talk about it?"

"You said they would come back." Feiniao said.

"The Apache warriors will not give up. Without heavy weapons, these losers from Pinkerton can't stop them at all," Adam said.

"Then let's wait and see what happens." Chen Jianqiu was worried about Adam's health, "Are you sure you're okay?"

Although I don’t know why he joined this team, nor why he has been teaching himself various shooting skills.

But after getting along for a while, the person in front of me has become the most reliable fighting force in the team and his best teacher.

"Don't worry, you won't die soon. There are some things I haven't taught you yet."

Adam closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair again, with a smile on his unshaven lips.

Sean conveyed the news to the three people in the car in front, and Teresa sighed. She knew Adam's physical condition better than others.

"Tell him to stop drinking. If he continues to drink like this, I'm not sure he can live for more than half a year." Teresa warned.

The railway repairmen came to the vicinity of the train on the morning of the third day, and with them there were rail cars equipped with sleepers and rails.

The leading foreman frowned as he looked at the damaged railway.

This group of robbers robbed the train to drag it out, but blowing up the rails was not a good idea at all. They had no idea about the amount of explosives to use.

Due to the large amount of explosives used, several sections of the railway track were not simply bent by the explosion, but a large section was broken off by the explosion.

The sleepers were scattered all over the ground, and the incomplete "bodies" of the railway tracks were piled on top of them. Even the roadbed was blown into a big hole and needed to be rebuilt.

"What are you looking at? We are working!" the white foreman glanced at the Chinese railway workers around him.

"Master, this job is impossible to do. When I came here, I didn't say that the scene was in this condition. Besides, the wages last time..." A Chinese worker who looked a little older pointed at the mess on the scene and cautiously

said.

"Bullshit! Hurry up and get to work." The foreman gave him a sideways look and said, "Do it all for me this morning. Otherwise, you won't even get a penny of your wages."

The old man had no choice but to take the shovel from the rail car, call to the workers behind him, and start repairing the railway.

They took off their coats, tied them around their waists, bent over and shoveled back the rubble scattered on both sides of the track; the remaining two people walked to the middle of the track and worked together to move the broken sleepers out.

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Their bodies were skinny and skinny, bent under the weight of their hands.

The scorching sun of New Mexico shone on their bent backs, giving off a waxy oily sheen.

The desert wind carried sand and blew on their dark faces. Their faces were like shrunken oranges, wrinkled and full of vertical and horizontal ravines.

Big beads of sweat gathered along the ravine to his chin, dripped from there, fell into the soil under his feet, and quickly disappeared.

But they didn't say a word, just kept their heads down and went about their work.

The foreman himself trotted towards the direction of the train.

When the conductor went to ask for help, he did not disclose the identity of the passengers on the train, but they must be rich or noble, because his boss asked him to repair it within a day.

Since the explosion is like this and the construction period is still so tight, how can we not increase the money?

After staying under the luxury car for a few minutes, he got only one reply: "You only have half a day, get the money to fix it and get out of here!"

He happily walked back with green dollars in his arms, admiring his foresight as he walked.

All of this money was earned as expediting fees. As for the Chinese workers, what does this money have to do with them?

But when he raised his head, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

"The boss has given you money, go and help!"

I don't know who shouted in the car

A group of people jumped off the train and ran towards the broken track. They were scrambling to get there first, fearing that they would lose their share if they arrived late.