America 1881: They Call Me Legend

There wasn't always a moon on nights in the Wild West.

At this time, at the entrance of the mine, several torches provided a limited lighting range, and outside the range, it was pitch black.

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves and the clang of glass bottles came from the darkness.

A carriage and several horses approached the gate of the mine.

"Open the door! Open the door!"

The gatekeeper was still the same as yesterday. He picked up the torch and lazily walked to the door.

At the front was a carriage, with Santos and a driver sitting in the driver's seat.

"Oh, it's you again." The guard didn't bother to raise his eyelids, "Where's your horse? Was it killed while working?"

Santos said nothing and rolled his eyes.

The guard felt a little strange. This guy was always known for his bad mouth. Why did he not retort when he teased him today?

He raised the torch.

The lighting range of the torch was limited, and through the firelight one could vaguely see the people on the horses behind them. They also said nothing, and their hat brims were hung low, so their faces could not be seen clearly.

The guard held a torch and walked to the back of the carriage.

He was going to check what was loaded in the back of the carriage.

Asuka, who was riding on the horse, had slowly moved his hand to his waist; Luo Cen, who was on the top of the mountain not far away, had his finger on the trigger, ready to fire at any time.

The visibility at night was very poor, and each of the Indian warriors next to her had already locked onto a sentry tower in advance, and would fire whenever there was movement below.

The guard walked around to the back of the shed. He brought the torch closer and bent down to check.

A hand stretched out from inside, holding a bottle of wine.

The guard's eyes widened when he saw the wine. He grabbed the bottle, raised his neck and took a sip.

Fine whiskey.

"Hey, sure, you can get whiskey that tastes so good. I thought this place only had moonshine that was watered down." The guard smacked his mouth.

"Brothers, let's have some good wine tonight!" He shouted in the direction of the door.

Several more bottles of wine were handed out from the car.

The door was opened, and several gang members rushed out. They ran to the guard to get drinks.

No one noticed that the carriage and a few horses had slowly entered the gate of the stronghold.

After passing the long passage, Santos was still looking around.

The barrel of the gun at his waist suddenly pushed a few centimeters into his flesh, and Chen Jianqiu's voice reached his ears.

"If you don't want to be beaten into pieces by Gatling on the opposite side with me, you'd better not move."

Gatling's shooter watched the carriage pass him.

He actually didn't quite understand why old Hernandez kept letting him guard this Gatling. How could someone come to attack the stronghold without opening his eyes at this late hour.

Patrol or Army? Their thoughts are on guarding against the Indians. As for those Indians, come on, they can't even get through the mountain pass with their weapons.

After passing the Gatling, there is a mine further ahead.

There is an unlit road from the entrance of the stronghold to the mine. The carriage drove slowly to prevent the wheels from hitting the rocks on the ground and overturning the carriage.

Asuka and several Indian warriors on horseback dismounted, and they quietly walked towards the lighted house.

Santos saw the two men on duty at the mine entrance from a distance, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

These two people were his subordinates. When they were on the run on the US-Mexico border, he had given them secret codes in case of danger.

As long as these two people are smart enough and strike quickly enough, and kill the driver next to them first, they might have a chance to escape.

And the people on the carriage will definitely die here.

Santos laughed in the darkness.

He stopped moving and leaned on the carriage, quietly waiting for this moment to arrive.

However, a rope suddenly strangled his neck, and his body fell backward instantly.

Santos instantly felt suffocated. He tried desperately to struggle, but his body was firmly controlled by the driver beside him.

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His back was pressed tightly against the wooden back of the carriage seat, and he could not move his hands or feet.

The coachman locked him while driving the carriage slowly forward, while the big man who got out from behind the carriage tightened the rope in his hand more and more tightly.

Santos's consciousness began to fade, and his resistance became weaker and weaker.

His eyes popped out and he looked at the night sky in horror, but the night sky was completely dark.

His world soon fell into permanent darkness.

Chen Jianqiu patted Danny's forearm with exposed veins, indicating that Santos was out of breath. Danny put away the rope and returned to the carriage.

This man's power was too much for him, let alone a Mexican who was controlled by him.

Chen Jianqiu lifted up Santos' body, closed his eyes, leaned his head behind him, and covered his face with a hat.

Danny behind him handed him a bottle of wine. He opened the cork and found some wine on his body.

The carriage approached the mine.

The two guards saw a man lying down immediately. Judging from his clothes, he was their old boss Santos.

"What's wrong with him?" a guard asked, a pungent smell of alcohol hitting his face.

"I drank too much." Chen Jianqiu replied, with his head lowered so that his face could not be illuminated by the fire.

He took two bottles of whiskey from behind and handed them into the hands of the two guards.

The two men obviously couldn't resist the temptation of two bottles of whiskey, so they entered the mine with the carriage.

The mine was dark and quiet. The wooden wheels of the carriage rolled on the sleepers of the abandoned railway track, causing some bumps. The remaining wine bottles in the carriage collided back and forth, making a crisp sound.

Chen Jianqiu lit the lantern.

They soon reached a spacious platform, and the way inside was blocked by a rail car parked on the rails.

That's almost it.

Chen Jianqiu patted the back of the carriage, and Danny and Geronimo got out of the car with others.

They threw Santos' body in the corner. Chen Jianqiu found the other lanterns in the cave with the lantern and handed them to Geronimo. They began to look around.

The situation in front of them surprised them a little.

This was originally a resting place for miners, but by now it was filled with all kinds of things.

There is food, from wheat flour to oatmeal, to bacon, and even a few boxes of chocolate; there are guns, from old-fashioned muskets to new model repeating rifles, piled haphazardly in a corner; there are farm tools, cloth, and pots

, and of course there are all kinds of garbage.

As an organization whose main business is robbery, the Hyena Gang, like their name, adheres to the good habit of not being picky about food.

They rob the victims of whatever they have, and they hoard whatever they rob.

Chen Jianqiu didn't have time to sort out these things now, so he asked Danny and the others to pick up useful ones. He himself picked up an unidentifiable repeater, and picked an ax from where the farm tools were stacked.

The explosive he was thinking about was not here, but it did not affect the overall situation for the time being.

Next, it’s time to clean up the hyena gang outside.