America 1881: They Call Me Legend

"Man! Take care of our horses!"

The door of the hotel was opened again. A young man in a suit took off his hat. He was holding an umbrella in his left hand and cursing the weather here:

"Damn it, Colorado still has such heavy rain, it's really unlucky."

He was followed by four men carrying guns. The brand-new rifles were extremely eye-catching.

Different from Chen Jianqiu's treatment, the fat woman seemed very enthusiastic. She trotted forward, held an umbrella for the young man, and shouted to the back room at the top of her lungs: "Brinton! Brinton! You

Get in and out right now to get the horse."

A head poked out of the basement door. It was the man sitting across from the bar. He walked to the door, glanced at the young man and his three bodyguards, put on the canvas and walked into the heavy rain.

"Be careful with the carriage!" the young man shouted at Brinton's back. He turned his head and looked into the hall.

A few people playing cards were minding their own business. The lady boss took out a few wooden bowls and spoons from the cabinet and put them on the table.

The young man found a table and sat down, rubbed his nose and said, "Ah ha, it smells like stew. Can anyone help me get a bowl? I'm starving."

The landlady found a large basin from somewhere, filled it with a large amount of food, brought it over and placed it on the long dining table in the center of the hotel.

"It's dinner! It's dinner!" the landlady shouted to the people upstairs and at the table who were playing cards.

The first to respond to the call were the three people upstairs, Chen Jianqiu, Sean and Feiniao, who came out after smelling the smell.

Chen Jianqiu looked at the table and saw the young man who was wiping his pocket watch, so he sat directly opposite the young man.

The young man saw him and looked a little surprised: "Aha, Chinese?"

This person seems to like to add an "aha" modal particle before each sentence, which makes him seem to be full of enthusiasm for the world.

Then he saw Sean and Asuka sitting side by side on both sides of him, and he became even more interested: "Indian? Black man? You are an interesting combination, why are you here?"

"We are gold diggers, and this Indian is our guide." Chen Jianqiu is familiar with this setting.

"Oh, then you really can endure hardship. My father often deals with you people. We have been selling guns to gold diggers." The young man was very interested.

"Selling guns?"

"Yes, yes, our family sells guns. At least since I was sensible, I have been in my father's gun shop." The young man continued his topic, then suddenly thought of something, and his expression became a little gloomy, "It's just a pity that I

My father passed away two years ago.”

"I'm sorry." Chen Jianqiu crossed his hands in front of him and listened carefully to the young man's words.

Perhaps it was Chen Jianqiu's courtesy and listening that aroused the young man's affection. He continued: "I was born in Ogden, Utah, which is really a very beautiful place. It is only 16 kilometers away from the Great Salt Lake, where...

…”

"Let's fill our stomachs first, gentlemen." The young man's words were rudely interrupted by the fat woman. She threw the bowl filled with stew on the table and passed it around one by one.

The four people who were playing cards in the corner just now also walked over slowly, two of them sat in Chen Jianqiu's row, and the other two sat next to the young bodyguard.

Only then did Chen Jianqiu see the faces of these four people clearly. They all had distinctive features. One sitting opposite them had only one eye, the other had a big beard, and the remaining two sat next to them.

The ones in row look like Mexicans.

The young man who was interrupted was not particularly dissatisfied, nor did he notice the unique looks of the four people. He directly took the bowl of stew and began to eat it with large spoonfuls.

Chen Jianqiu looked at the messy lake-shaped bowl in front of him. The so-called stew is actually boiling the ingredients that can be found, such as potatoes, carrots, meat, etc. into a pot.

If he had placed this before the time travel, he would have definitely not wanted to touch it. But after the time travel, he ate pancakes for a month, and after running away, he ate dry food for several days.

This stuff is at least better than cookies.

He looked around and saw that the two Mexicans also started eating stew. There seemed to be no problem, so he started eating too.

"Well, by the way, my name is John Browning. What's your name?" The young man kept talking while eating.

John Browning? Why does this name sound familiar?

Chen Jianqiu began to search for this name in his mind.

Browning pistol? Utah? Gun seller?

Could it be that the young man in front of me became a famous American small arms design expert?

You know, the M1900, the world's first automatic pistol, was made by this person, and the M1910 that killed Archduke Ferdinand in the Sarajevo incident that was the fuse of World War I was also his masterpiece.

"Well, just call me Chen." Chen Jianqiu recovered from his thoughts and replied.

"Aren't you in Ogden? Why are you here?" He suddenly remembered something and asked.

"Hey, don't mention it. After my father died, my brothers and I set up a weapons manufacturing factory in Ogden. I invented a breech-loading drop-locking single-shot rifle. It sold well, but we didn't have any spare parts.

funds, so production capacity is limited.”

"Some time ago, our branch in Montrose sent some orders, you know, but we don't have more manpower and distribution channels, so we can only deliver the goods ourselves."

"Then why don't you just take the railway?" Chen Jianqiu asked doubtfully.

"The railway can't reach that place, and I'm not very familiar with the road, so I asked Tom to take us here." The young man patted the shoulder of the bodyguard sitting next to him, "He is a very responsible person.

Thanks to him on the way."

Chen Jianqiu probably understood what was going on, and continued to eat the stew in his bowl.

"Sean, this stew tastes really good. Is one bowl enough for you?" Chen Jianqiu suddenly said something incomprehensible to Sean.

Sean obviously didn't eat enough after one bowl, so he ran to prepare another bowl, but the pot with the stew was on the other side of the table, so he couldn't help but ran over with the bowl.

He made a circle behind the Mexicans next to him, and when he passed another Mexican in their row who was closest to the stew pot, he was walking too fast, mixing garlic under his feet, fell, and leaned on his

On the body.

"Sorry, sorry, brother." Sean apologized hurriedly.

"Get away from me!" The Mexican pushed Sean away.

"Oh shit!"

The door of the hotel was pushed open again, and Brinton, who had just gone out to fetch his horse, rushed in. He threw the canvas on the ground, and walked to the bar shivering like a drowned rat.

When he passed by the long table, he saw Chen Jianqiu and three people, his eyes were a little surprised, but he quickly returned to normal and walked straight back to the basement.

Then the fat woman followed.

"Why didn't you kill those three people just now? I asked you to do it before I entered the basement. Just when I couldn't hear any movement upstairs, I thought you had succeeded."

In the corner of the basement, Brinton asked in a low voice.

"It's not easy to dispose of the corpses. They are too close in time. If they are killed, the smell of blood will be too strong and may arouse the suspicion of the young man." The fat woman replied.

"It's too easy to create extraneous problems." Brinton was a little dissatisfied, "If you add these three people on the other side, it will be seven, and we only have seven. Where do you get the confidence?"

"It's okay. We'll find a chance to kill them together later. I've observed them and found that they only had one spear left upstairs. As for that young man, can he be counted as one?" The fat woman was very disapproving and prepared to return directly to the first floor.

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But when she stuck her head out of the basement, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

The Chinese man was still talking and laughing at the table, but for some reason he had two extra revolvers in one of his hands.