America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 214 Seek kindness and gain kindness

A team composed of Chen Jianqiu's team and the Standard Oil Company assessment team appeared in the wilderness of New Mexico.

This team looks mighty, but its speed is not too slow.

According to Manager Pete, their nature this time is that they are traveling in different groups, so they can each take care of themselves.

Because Chen Jianqiu chose a more direct route this time, instead of passing through Albuquerque, he headed directly towards Lincoln County.

The advantage is that it saves a lot of time, but the disadvantage is that it is impossible to stay in a small town hotel with a shower every day as requested by Manager Pete.

They had to camp in the wild.

Fortunately, their luggage was quite complete. Every time they set up camp, they not only had a spliced ​​wooden dining table, but also tablecloths and candlesticks.

Every time they have a meal, a curly-haired middle-aged man always leads them to pray before eating, and then enjoys the sumptuous food on the table.

The bed inside the tent is not just a simple sleeping bag, but also complete with bedding.

Compared with their camp, Chen Jianqiu's team seemed much simpler.

Most of them slept with their clothes on, and ate the simplest dried meat and dry bread.

At most, one or two hares would appear on their campfire shelf from time to time. Sometimes they were stabbed by Chen Jianqiu with a flying knife, and sometimes they were brought over with corn in his mouth.

But even so, there were still complaints from the evaluation team.

"Mr. Chen, how far is it from Roswell?" Manager Pete walked into Chen Jianqiu's camp and walked to Chen Jianqiu who was having a barbecue.

He kept a distance of about one meter from Chen Jianqiu, his words were very modest, and he had a habitual smile on his face, but you could always feel that he was deliberately maintaining a sense of distance from you.

"Further ahead is Lincoln County, and then we have to pass there, walk eastward, and cross a desert before we can see the outline of Roswell."

Chen Jianqiu did not raise his head to look at him. He turned over the roasting fork with one hand and took out a bottle of Erguotou from behind with the other hand.

He uncorked Erguotou with his mouth, held the mouth of the bottle with his thumb, and sprinkled white wine on the barbecue.

A little white wine dripped on the barbecue, and then dripped into the charcoal fire together with the barbecue oil, making a "sizzling" sound.

The camp was suddenly filled with the aroma of meat and wine. Sean, who was squatting beside the campfire, looked at the meat on the fire eagerly, and his mouth watered.

"I heard that security in New Mexico is not particularly good because it borders Mexico, but it seems that it is not that exaggerated." Manager Pete shrugged.

Before he came, newspapers and friends around him all told him.

The West, especially New Mexico, is a desolate and savage place. There are all kinds of people there, including thieves, thieves, and people of color. They are all very unfriendly and rude, and they will greet your parents at every turn.

"You are right, sir." Chen Jianqiu cut the meat with a knife, picked it up with the tip of the knife and distributed it to everyone else's plates.

Peter had no intention of continuing the conversation. What he just said was just a greeting similar to "the weather is very good today".

He didn't want to stay in a place like this for a second.

He turned around and walked towards his camp.

Camilla took out a cloth bag from the back of the car.

Chen Jianqiu had not noticed this cloth bag before. He seemed to have seen Camilla carrying it when she came back from the hotel two days ago, and moved it to the car before departure, and asked Li Sifu to handle it with care.

She opened the cloth bag layer by layer in front of everyone, and the contents inside revealed their original appearance.

It's a guitar.

"You can play the guitar?" Sean said dumbfoundedly, still chewing meat.

Camilla didn't speak. She sat on the stone beside the campfire, holding the guitar to her chest. After tuning the strings for a while, her slender fingers began to pluck the strings.

What she sang was a Spanish Puerto Rican folk song. Her voice was gentle and delicate, and her fingers were so dexterous that it was hard to imagine that the same fingers could pull the trigger and kill someone.

No one spoke, everyone was listening to Camilla singing silently.

The beautiful sound of guitar, beautiful singing, and the crackling sound of the campfire are intertwined and floating in the sky above the camp.

Chen Jianqiu also looked at the bonfire in trance.

Suddenly, an eagle whistle came from mid-air.

Chen Jianqiu's eyes were cast into the dark night in the distance.

"Everyone has eaten. Let's go out and relax." He put away the dagger, picked up the Winchester repeating rifle beside him, and walked outside the camp.

Camilla also put away her guitar and stood up. She patted her skirt and followed closely behind.

The others were stunned for a moment, but they quickly understood what their leader meant and followed behind.

The night was getting darker, and everyone in the Standard Oil camp was packing up and getting ready to rest.

Manager Pete yawned loudly in the tent.

Alas, this damn oil, the original plan to go home for Christmas was ruined, but who allowed himself to receive Rockefeller's high salary?

It's better to finish things here as soon as possible and then return to the civilized world as soon as possible.

Just as he put out the kerosene lamp and was about to get under the quilt, the sound of horses neighing suddenly came from outside the tent.

Then, there was an extremely clear gunshot.

The bodyguard's voice pierced the night sky: "There are robbers! Hurry! Get the gun."

Gunshots rang out continuously outside the tent, and footsteps and shouts were mixed together.

Manager Pete quickly jumped up from the quilt. He didn't even have time to put on his clothes, so he trembled and went to get the gun.

However, when he opened the tent flap, a gust of cold wind rushed in, almost freezing him to death.

Although the winter in New Mexico is not that extremely cold, the temperature difference between day and night is still very large, which cannot be endured by wearing a one-piece underwear.

Just as he was about to go back and put on his coat, a hand reached into the tent, grabbed his collar, and pulled him out of the tent.

The owner of that hand threw him to the ground and then punched him in the face.

Before poor Pete could react, he was punched several times and fell to the ground.

"Boss, this guy can't help but beat me." A man wearing a scarf stood up from Pete and looked at Manager Pete who was lying on the ground in a coma with a look of disgust.

He spat in Pete's face.

At this time, the Standard Oil camp was in a state of chaos.

The tent was smashed to pieces. The few bodyguards who fought back with guns were shot to death in the camp. The remaining professionals from the assessment team were tied up and thrown beside the tent.

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A dozen robbers wearing handkerchiefs were cleaning the camp, and they were carrying valuable things onto the carriage.

A leader-like person picked up a piece of pie on the table, stuffed it into his mouth, and ate it with gusto.

"Boss, do you want to kill these people?" One of the robbers pointed at several Standard Oil employees who were kneeling on the ground and shivering.

"Don't kill people easily. Do I look like a natural-born murderer? We only seek wealth, not life." The leader taught earnestly.

Not long ago, he received advice from an expert and found this place where the mountains are high and the emperor is far away. He has set new professional standards for himself.

Robbery also requires a mass base.

"Tear off their clothes!" the leader ordered.

"Head, there seems to be a camp over there, but there doesn't seem to be any movement." His hand pointed not far away, and there seemed to be some faint firelight.

"Come on, let's go over there and take a look after moving the things." The leader gave the order.

After plundering, each robber mounted his own horse.

They took away a fully loaded carriage with various things on it, leaving behind several employees who were stripped naked and shivering in the cold wind of winter night, as well as the unconscious manager Pete.

The group of robbers quickly approached the camp.

They thought the sound of gunfire would alert this side, so they prepared for battle.

However, when they walked into the camp, they found that there was no one in the camp.

There was no one around the campfire, no one in the tent.

The strange thing is that the horses are all there, but the people don't know where they are.

"Boss! There are a lot of supplies on the carriage." A robber opened the iron bucket on the carriage and saw that it was full of daily necessities.

"Take them all away." The leader said with joy. It seemed that he had gained a lot this time.

Just as the robbers were walking towards the carriage, preparing to take them away together.

There were several dark shadows emerging from the night outside the camp.

A man who reacted quickly subconsciously went to draw a gun from his waist, but was shot and fell to the ground in an instant.

The leader was stunned, but then a voice sounded in his ears. This voice made him scared.

"Thiago, you're doing well. You've been able to build a team within a few weeks."

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