America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 245 I used to steal, but now I rob

At the end of March in New Mexico, the cold has already bid farewell to the cold, and it is the season when the grass grows and the orioles fly.

Little Hardy was very happy.

When he was selected as the captain of the tank truck transport fleet by General Manager Meyer, this kid who grew up in Kansas could hardly hide the upturned corners of his mouth.

He was fed up with Roswell, a place full of dirt.

Every day when I use diamond oil, the color I see is either yellow or black. How can I see a touch of green like now?

I have to say that it is the Indians who understand this continent.

The man named Feiniao really doesn't know how he found this easy and short road.

It is located at the southernmost tip of the Rocky Mountains, and the locals call it Sierra Blance Peak.

The foothills on both sides of the road are lush and lush. Although they are not as majestic as the mountains in Colorado, in New Mexico, which is full of loess, it can almost be called a paradise.

There are really mountains, water and woods.

Looking around at the refreshing environment, Little Hardy felt extremely happy. He began to hum a tune from his hometown to praise the beautiful rivers and mountains of his motherland.

However, if Chen Jianqiu were here, he would definitely shake his head at Little Hardy's complacency.

This kid must have never read the novel "All Man Are Brothers".

In that novel, the higher the mountain and the denser the forest, the greater the probability of a hero appearing.

How else would he be called a forest hero?

So, when a group of people wearing triangle scarves and jackets rushed out of the woods beside the road, little Hardy was dumbfounded.

At the same time, the employees of the Standard Oil Company who were traveling with me were dumbfounded.

These people definitely don't come here to socialize with them.

A carriage crossed the road ahead of the motorcade. These people stood on both sides of the carriage. At the same time, people kept running out of the woods.

Each of them had a gun, ranging from a repeating rifle to a shotgun, pointed at them.

"Hands up, everyone, get the fuck off your horse!"

The convoy had to stop.

Little Hardy raised his hands and looked very calm. He said in a deep voice to those blocking the road: "Everyone, we are the transportation company of Standard Oil..."

"Standard Nima's head!"

Before Little Hardy finished speaking, a robber closest to him had already rushed up, hit him on the waist with a rifle butt, and knocked him off his horse.

"Ouch, it hurts!" Little Hardy's composure just now was gone. He covered his waist with his hands, but unexpectedly the person next to him gave him a few more gun butts, beating him into submission.

The other people didn't dare to make any extra moves and climbed down from their horses honestly.

The robbers didn't talk nonsense to them, they just got on the carriages carrying the oil tanks and drove away in front of the employees of Standard Oil Company.

It came in a hurry and left in a hurry. The whole process was clean and neat, without any sloppiness.

Little Hardy and his transport team members were left alone, messy in the wind.

A few days later, when Little Hardy and the transport team appeared dejectedly in front of Meyer, Meyer was very happy at first.

"It's been a hard journey." Meyer put his hands behind his back and gave Little Hardy a big smile, but when his eyes swept across the motorcade behind him, his expression changed.

"Hey, where is my oil tanker? Huh?" He rushed to Little Hardy, grabbed his collar in a rare move, and became furious, "Where is my oil? Where is my oil?"

"Been, robbed." Little Hardy's voice was so soft that he couldn't hear clearly.

"Why didn't you go and get lost with the oil tanker? How could you have the nerve to come back?!" Meyer grabbed his hair.

Little Hardy told Meyer what happened throughout the process.

Meyer was dumbfounded.

Before, I still stole, but now I just rob!

Is there any natural law for this? Is there any royal law? No matter how biased New Mexico is, it is still the land of the United States!

He turned and rushed into Captain Lynch's office.

Coincidentally, Tim Lynch is in the office today.

He was sitting on the table, flipping through a pile of information, and writing something down in the notebook at hand.

Under his information, there was a map with many marks marked by Lynch.

"What do you care about the company's oil tankers?" Meyer walked up to Lynch and suppressed his anger, "Captain Lynch, I hope you can fulfill your responsibilities."

Lynch didn't even raise his head and said slowly: "It's not difficult to find the oil tanker."

Meyer's eyes widened, and he thought to himself, it doesn't matter if you don't help, why are you talking sarcastically or bragging?

"These tankers are filled with kerosene." Lynch closed his notebook. "Do you think a group of robbers robbed kerosene for a month to use it to light their own lamps?"

"The entire kerosene in the United States comes from our refineries, and we sell most of the kerosene in the United States." Lynch continued.

"You only have to go to the stores near Albuquerque that sell cheap kerosene, and you can find someone who stole our oil."

Meyer slapped his head: "Yes, why didn't I think of this?"

He was just about to turn around and go out, but found that Lin Qi had no intention of moving, and immediately frowned: "Lin Qi, won't you come with me?"

"I'm not going." Captain Lynch replied simply.

He moved the pile of information away, picked up a pen beside him, and lightly drew a line on the map from Santa Fe to Lincoln County.

"If the factory continues like this, you and I will have nothing to answer for," Meyer said.

"A month ago, when the tanker truck was stolen for the first time, I hired Pinkerton detectives." Lynch looked directly into Meyer's eyes. "If nothing else, they are now in Lincoln."

The county is waiting for you."

"Wouldn't that cost money again?" Meyer was a little unhappy.

"Our armed forces protecting the factory do not have law enforcement rights in New Mexico, but they do." Lynch's voice suddenly dropped, "They told me that this was what my brother applied for when he came here last time.

"

Meyer let out a sigh of relief, knowing that Lynch would definitely not sit idly by like this.

"Why don't you go together? I still think it would be more professional for you to handle this kind of thing." He thought for a moment and said.

"I have other things to do." After Lynch said this, he stopped talking.

At this time, not far away, was the south of Roswell New Town.

Chen Jianqiu, Holmes, and Zhang Danian were standing in front of a small piece of reclaimed farmland.

In the past three months, Chinese people have come to Roswell one after another.

Colorado has become a Chinese desert, and Zhang Danian raised the banner there.

As a veteran of team building, he used various methods to gather the Chinese who were not welcomed in the local area, and then sent them to Roswell according to the actual situation.

The people who came later filled the vacancies of those who joined the refinery as workers and continued the construction of the new town.

In addition, there are dozens of people working on another job.

Not far to the east of the new town is the Pekes River. In the past three months, Niu San and others built a simple canal to divert the river water.

Holmes said that after the land was reclaimed, it could be cultivated, but it turned out that things were not as simple as he imagined.

Zhang Danian squatted on the ground, grabbed a handful of soil on the ground, crushed it with his hands, put it in front of his nose, smelled it, and shook his head:

"I guess it won't work. The soil is not fertile."

Chen Jianqiu looked at the land: "Let's try planting it first. If it doesn't work, I still have land near Lincoln County."

Lincolnshire is a buffer zone, and Roswell is the most important base.

While the three people were still chatting about land and farming, a horse suddenly galloped from behind.

Chen Jianqiu turned his head and looked.

The people coming are birds.

He handed a bag into Chen Jianqiu's hand.

Chen Jianqiu didn't even need to look at it. What was inside was the money earned from selling kerosene.

"Thiago's money has already been given to them." Feiniao said, "Boss, don't tell me, the benefits are quite considerable."

Chen Jianqiu smiled and shook his head.

"This is not a long-term solution. It's just a way to make money. It's not okay."

"By the way, boss, Meyer seems to be going to investigate the source of kerosene." Feiniao thought of something and said to Chen Jianqiu, "It seems that he hired someone from Pinkerton Detective Agency."

"It's okay, let them investigate." Chen Jianqiu, like Zhang Danian, grabbed a hard clod of soil from the ground under his feet.

He clenched his hand slightly, and the hard soil turned into powder and flowed down between Chen Jianqiu's fingers.

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