America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Teresa quickly got the wound medicine and gauze to bandage Chen Jianqiu. While bandaging, the excellent doctor complained: "Young people are really reckless. Wouldn't it be enough to hunt a rabbit to bleed?"

Chen Jianqiu didn't say anything and let the woman nag. To a certain extent, she was like everyone's mother in the team, including Danny.

That is a kind of concern.

His eyes turned to the human skin map, and now his attention was focused on this map.

The old priest was holding the map and still talking about something.

"My teacher said that human skin has been specially processed. This is a unique way for the Apaches to preserve information. The method can only be passed down orally from generation to generation by priests." Geronimo translated.

People who know the situation think that this human skin map is a precious thing. It looks so fragile that it may break into pieces at any time. Who would have thought of drenching it with human blood.

I am afraid that even the Nahua priests think so.

What appears on the back of the human skin map is an extremely simple map, but it is much better than the stream of consciousness painting on the front.

"Where is this?" Chen Jianqiu asked Holmes on the side.

Holmes was still looking at it, but Geronimo's voice came: "This is the area where the Nahua people originally settled. Now, there is a small town there, and a federal force is stationed there."

The firelight illuminated Chen Jianqiu's face.

Now that the approximate location of the treasure is known, the only remaining question is what is buried inside.

In addition to the gold that has been determined, there should be other things. If other people may be aiming for the gold, Astor is definitely not one of them.

As he said, he and their family could buy half of New York for the money.

Therefore, if you can still find Astor, you still need to ask him. If you can't find him, just go find him.

I hope this is not a lie told by the Nahua predecessors.

Chen Jianqiu thought for a moment, then looked up at Geronimo, the man who was most familiar with this land.

The chief knew that the young man might be thinking the same thing as him, so he said:

"You help me resist Crook and his federal army, protect my people, and I will help you find the treasure."

Chen Jianqiu nodded, stretched out his hand to Geronimo, and the two held their hands together.

"No problem, deal."

"I will also help you and your people find the 'Promised Land'." He added.

"Then, first of all, we should improve the weapons of you and your people."

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Now Aster's three souls were frightened and two of them flew away.

He never imagined that his journey would be so bumpy.

I thought adventure was just like what was said in those novels.

The hero led the archaeologists, gunmen, and beautiful doctors into the mysterious west based on a treasure map. The evil Indians obstructed them in every possible way. The hero was clever and courageous. He led the team to eliminate the Indians, found the treasure, and won the heart of the beautiful woman.

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What's more, he also has a whole team of Pinkerton detectives to protect him. In the novel, these people are the cannon fodder around the hero.

However, money cannot make him the protagonist.

He was knocked unconscious first, and now his head was covered with a sack, his body was tied, and he was thrown on the horse. After a bumpy ride, he was picked up from the horse and thrown to the ground.

Suddenly, the sack on his head was ripped open.

Astor subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands.

This was a small wooden house, and the strong light shining in from outside the door suddenly made him unable to open his eyes.

After he got used to it, he raised his head and saw someone sitting on the chair in front of him.

The man was playing with a beetle with great interest. The beetle crawled from the palm of his hand to the back of his hand. When the man got tired of playing with it, he killed the poor creature with one finger.

He looked older, like a Mexican.

"Welcome, welcome, Mr. Astor." He said in a hoarse voice, "We haven't had a distinguished guest here for a long time."

This man is none other than Hernandez, who returned to New Mexico.

Ever since he was beaten to the point of panic and nearly killed by Chen Jianqiu and the villagers in Oak Village last time, this pragmatic former Mexican has stopped thinking about hiding the treasure map.

There was originally one person who I was afraid of in the west, but then another person was added to the list. Now, those two people are in the same team.

This matter is too deep and I cannot control it myself.

So he gathered up "Scarface"'s men and returned to New Mexico over the mountains and ridges.

Treasures or something? Go to hell! Love what you do, murder, set fire, kidnap and rob yourself best!

Hernandez led his younger brothers to redefine their struggle program, clarify their work goals again, and return to the track they are familiar with.

He kept recruiting troops and old troops, and soon they had a resounding name: the Hyena Gang.

New Mexico road bugs, tremble, your emperor is back.

Therefore, when he found out that Little Astor, the heir to the wealthy Astor family in New York, was going to pass through his territory, he became interested.

Tie him a vote, and wealth will be free.

But before he could take action, his undercover agent in Pinkerton brought this man in front of him.

Although he was overjoyed, he had some doubts.

"You, come with me." He hooked his finger at the undercover agent.

The undercover agent followed him outside the house.

Outside this house is an abandoned mine, which is now their stronghold.

"Tell me, how did you get it?" Hernandez stared at his undercover and asked.

The undercover told his boss everything that happened on the train from beginning to end.

"While they were fighting, I took this man out of the luxury car, went directly to the roof, and then ran to the ordinary car." The undercover agent said with spittle flying, "Then a large group of people with guns appeared in front of the train.

,hey, guess what.”

Seeing that Hernandez didn't respond, he continued, gesticulating as he spoke: "I'm such a genius. I knocked this man unconscious and threw him into the coal truck behind the front of the car."

"Then I returned to the ordinary carriage and heard them say that there was a yellow-skinned Asian who was also looking for this person. I quickly found an opportunity to dig him out and brought him here as you ordered."

"Hey, boss, I heard them say that the yellow man was quite powerful. He brought an Indian, a black man, and a drunkard with him. He took a shotgun and killed our boss with one shot. Ah, no, then

The boss of Pinkerton collapsed."

The undercover agent didn't notice his boss's expression and continued to boast, but Hernandez's expression became increasingly ugly.

Asian? Drunkard? Shotgun?

Heaven! Earth! What did I, Hernandez, do wrong? Why do these two lingering bastards keep haunting me?

Hernandez gritted his teeth with hatred, but looked at the numerous men in the mine, and then his eyes flashed fiercely.

Regardless, it seems that the Chinese and his men have also been targeted by others.

In New Mexico, I have the final say on kidnapping.

Jesus can’t keep anyone I want to tie! That’s what I said!