America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 158 Sheriff Pilot’s Persistence

James had not taken a few steps when he heard these words and stopped.

He turned around, his hands trembling slightly, not sure if it was because of the battle just now or because of his current anger.

"Pale! Do you know what you are talking about? Why don't you open your eyes and see! What is happening here?" He shouted at the police sergeant in front of him who was the same age as his dead son.

"My house was burned down! My sheep were beaten to death! My relatives were hurt!" The rancher's eyes were filled with fire. "Do you want to go to the house and have a look! Raymond is dead!"

Blitzcrank is dead! Howard's leg is broken! They all watched you grow up!"

"I can't tell what happened here now. People are dead on both sides. This is a private fight within the jurisdiction." Pile said expressionlessly.

"But you know it in your heart! You know it! Right?" James pointed to the position of the police chief's heart.

"I will collect evidence on the spot." Peller walked to James' father and said softly, "Don't make it too difficult for me, uncle."

"Dad, don't say anything, let's go." Emily looked at the body that was taken out of the house, and her mother.

At this time, Mrs. James had woken up after the doctor's rescue and was sitting on a wooden pier at the door to rest.

Emily's expression was calm and she didn't even look at the police chief during the whole process.

A dozen heavily armed law enforcement officers came up. The leader was holding a rope in his hand and looked a little hesitant.

"What are you doing with the rope!" Pile turned around and saw the rope and scolded him sternly.

The police officer trembled with fright and quickly put away the rope in his hand. He muttered and walked towards the people in front of the house.

He hesitated how to speak.

However, the people in front of the ranch did not make it difficult for him. They had no intention of resisting. The fierce battle just now had exhausted their energy and energy.

They boarded the carriage that the police officer had found for them.

"Sir! There's someone here!" A law enforcement officer suddenly shouted from the other side of the warehouse.

The police officer and his companions were surveying the scene around the warehouse, where the bodies of Fred's people were lying in various forms.

"It's too tragic." The police officer shook his head, "This hit was too accurate."

The companions behind also agreed: "In Lincoln County, the only ones who can do this are Billy the Kid and our chief."

"Shut up! What are you talking about?" The police officer heard this and glared at his companion, "Are you trying to say that our commander has the ability to clone himself, or that Billy the Kid is not dead at all?"

After saying these words, both of them suddenly felt a chill on their backs.

Because they evaluated it, it seems that the possibility of the latter situation is higher.

Billy the Kid is the son of this farmer. If he had not died, then now...

The two men suddenly raised their guns and aimed at the warehouse.

There was actually a person in the warehouse, standing next to a cart, seeming to be sorting something. When he saw them, he waved to them and said hello.

"Oh, you guys are here, you scared me to death just now."

Chen Jianqiu originally planned to go to the stable and run away quietly, but as soon as he walked out of the door, he heard what Pile said, so he stepped back.

Then I was spotted by these two guys.

When the two of them saw that he was an honest and friendly Chinese man who could also speak English, they were relieved.

They put down their guns and reported to Pilot.

Soon, Sheriff Pilot appeared at the door of the warehouse, but what he saw made him furious.

There was an open wooden box on the seat of the cart, with two rows of cigars inside.

The top row is missing two pieces.

The two missing ones were currently hanging in the mouths of the two police officers, who were chatting and laughing cordially with Chen Jianqiu.

"What are you doing!" The sergeant looked at his two men and was very angry, "Who told you to take other people's things casually?"

The two police officers looked at each other, wondering whether they should throw away the cigar in their hands or return it to Chen Jiaqiu.

"It's not in the way, it's not in the way, haha, it's just two cigars." Chen Jianqiu greeted him with a smile.

This box of cigars belonged to Holmes and was originally from Connecticut. The geologist found this thing in the grocery store and was like a treasure.

Chen Jianqiu took out another one from the box and handed it to the police chief with both hands.

Pailer did not reach out to pick it up, but looked at Chen Jianqiu in front of him.

"I think I've seen you before."

"Hmm, yes, Sheriff Pilot, we met at the grocery store in Lincoln County yesterday." Chen Jianqiu nodded repeatedly.

"Why are you here?" the police chief asked doubtfully, "Where are the other two people? They are the black man and the old man."

He was deeply impressed by Sean, and the old man naturally pointed at Holmes, who had aged prematurely.

"Hey, don't mention it." Chen Jianqiu sighed.

He told Pile what happened yesterday when he was stopped and robbed by robbers, then rescued by Emily's people, and then came to this ranch after his car broke down. Of course, he also concealed the fact that he took action in the middle.

"It was raining heavily outside just now, and there were sounds of gunshots everywhere. You know, Sheriff, I am a very timid person. I was so scared that I almost died." Chen Jianqiu covered his heart with a look of lingering fear.

"Where were you just now?" Pailer looked at Chen Jianqiu with sharp eyes.

"It's in the warehouse, Sheriff." Chen Jianqiu looked innocent and pointed at the truck, "It's right behind the truck."

The Sheriff glanced at Chen Jianqiu's dry clothes and pants and nodded: "Then please come with us to the Lincoln County Sheriff's Office."

"I also need to go?"

"Well, yes, just come with me and understand the situation. There shouldn't be any big problems on your side," Pile said.

Chen Jianqiu thought for a moment.

"Then Mr. Sheriff, can I take my car with me? I don't want to come back to this place again."

"Okay, you can go find two horses in the stables, then hitch them on and follow us," Sheriff Pilot said.

An hour later, the team set off back to Lincolnshire.

The team did not move very fast. Sheriff Pilot led two people at the front, and behind them was the carriage carrying everyone on the ranch.

The carriage was driven by Father James, who kept a long distance from the Sheriff in front.

Several law enforcers surrounded them, saying they were protecting their safety, but the people on the ranch didn't seem to appreciate it and didn't say a word on the road.

Emily, who was sitting on the cart, looked at the injured old cowboys around her and her mother who was staring into the distance in a daze.

She took out a harmonica from the sack beside her, put it to her mouth, and gently played a long New Mexico tune.

The melody is sad.

Pile, who was riding ahead, heard this piece of music and felt that something was tearing apart piece by piece deep in his heart.

However, he did not turn his head, but continued to be silent and moved forward slowly.

Behind them came a long line of Fred's men, strung forward by ropes.

These old fritters were not downcast, and all of them had a look of joy on their faces for the rest of their lives after the festival.

Anyway, entering a cell is a common occurrence for them. It is as simple as going home. They will be detained for a few days at most and then released.

Compared with entering the prison cell, the sheepfold was the lingering shadow in their lives. Compared with their colleagues lying there, they were much luckier.

However, what they didn't know was that Shadow Umbrella was driving a carriage leisurely and following at the back of the team.

It's not that Chen Jianqiu didn't think about skipping the boat midway, it was such a waste of time. He could have returned to Geronimo's station yesterday, and waited for Camilla and the others before they could continue their journey.

But he wasn't sure if Sean's side had waited for anyone to leave town.

If he leaves midway or arouses Pele's suspicion, they may be in trouble.

Anyway, from the current point of view, the risk is controllable and not much time is wasted.

If it really doesn't work, try to find a way to leave.

If it were just these law enforcers in Lincoln County, no one would be able to stop him if he really wanted to leave.

It was already evening when the team arrived in Lincolnshire.

Chen Jianqiu originally thought that the inconspicuous-looking police station could not accommodate so many people, but he discovered it when Pailer opened the door of the opposite courtyard in front of him.

It turns out that what he saw before was not everything.

This place turned out to be the private residence of former Sheriff Brady. During his tenure, this Sheriff took corruption as his criterion and took bribes as his duty, and built up such a fortune. Then he was shot dead by Billy the Kid on his way home.

So the place was confiscated by the successor Sheriff Pilot and transformed into prison cells and temporary facilities when necessary.

The Sheriff doesn't usually live here, but works in the small and shabby police station opposite.

Fred's people were taken into cells, while the people at James Ranch were placed in various rooms. Although the treatment was different, there was essentially no difference. They were all temporarily restricted from freedom.

Paylor will conduct inquiries and await the results of on-site evidence collection.

When he finished everything and walked back to the office opposite him, he found that there was someone waiting for him at the door.

It's Fred's lawyer, Alexander McSween.

Lawyer was a very promising profession in the West at this time. Every person like Fred who was prominent in the West would face some contract or land ownership disputes to some extent.

Sometimes they choose to use guns, but more often than not, they leave it to these lawyers.

They have both legal and illegal methods.

"Sir, as Mr. Fred's lawyer, I hope you can treat my client fairly." The lawyer sat opposite the police chief.

"How did you know this news?" Paylor raised his head and glanced at him. He was very surprised. He had just returned to Lincoln County when this lawyer appeared.

Fred hasn't woken up yet.

"I need to see my client." The lawyer avoided the question and directly made his request.

If it were any other western police chief, he would definitely sneer at such a request.

But Peller is different. He firmly believes in procedural justice and uses this as the standard for his practice.

He glanced at the lawyer and said to him:

"Then come with me."

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