America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Escorted by Detective Pinkerton, Meyer escaped from Albuquerque in embarrassment.

On the way, Meyer pondered over and over what Detective Captain Pinkerton said.

He made up his mind and decided to do what the captain said.

But the captain was obviously absent-minded along the way, and his answer to Meyer was extremely perfunctory.

"Is there something you're hiding from me? Captain Doobie?"

When they were about to arrive in Roswell, the upright Meyer finally couldn't bear it anymore and said to the Pinkerton detective captain.

"No." Captain Dolby was riding on his horse, looking around with an absent look on his face.

Meyer was a little depressed.

He began to feel sorry for the money his company spent.

They continued walking forward and soon saw the gate of the refinery.

For the first time, Tim Lynch was standing at the door, waiting for them.

Seeing Lynch, Captain Doby next to Meyer changed his listless look and kicked his horse hard.

Ma Sa opened his hooves and ran towards the gate of the oil refinery, and soon came to Lynch.

Dolby dismounted, held up his hat, and ran towards Lynch.

He gave Lynch a big hug.

"Ah ha, long time no see. My good brother, if you hadn't written to me, I wouldn't have known you were here in this dusty place." Dubi patted Lynch on the back.

A rare smile appeared on Lin Qi's gloomy face.

"I estimate that you should arrive in the next two days and stand on the tower early in the morning to watch."

The two people were chatting with each other and seemed to be old acquaintances.

Meyer, who arrived later, was left alone. He tried his best to interject a word to ease the awkward atmosphere.

However, the two men didn't even finish their words and walked side by side into the factory.

When he was approaching Lynch's room, Lin Qi suddenly remembered that there seemed to be someone behind him. He turned his head and looked at Meyer:

"Manager Meyer, you are tired from the journey. Go back and rest first. Captain Doby and I have something to discuss."

Meyer wanted to say something else, but the two people had already entered the room one after another.

The door slammed shut.

"What are these Pinkerton detectives doing?" Meyer began to doubt whether these people could protect the company's kerosene.

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"I'm definitely not here for tourism." Chen Jianqiu stood at the entrance of Xinzhen and put away his binoculars.

He returned to Roswell two days before Meyer and the others.

Based on his knowledge of Detective Pinkerton, these people are by no means poor in strength.

If they really want to deal with Thiago's gang of robbers, it should be a no brainer.

But after this group of people accompanied Meyer in Albuquerque, they didn't take any direct action, but couldn't wait to run back to Roswell.

"Boss, do you want me to go find out their true identity?" Feiniao stood behind Chen Jianqiu and asked.

"No, just be careful lately." Chen Jianqiu said.

After that, he raised the binoculars again.

On the distant horizon, a horse team appeared.

This horse team is the person he has been waiting for these two days - John Browning.

Browning did not come alone. The young man named He Jiasheng and five or six Chinese men carrying rifles followed him on horseback.

After returning from the cave, Chen Jianqiu sent He Jiasheng to Browning and told him to study English on his own.

These young men are very smart, and he plans to focus on training them. If nothing happens, he will be the person in charge of the security work at the Montrose gun store.

The cavalry finally arrived at the entrance of the town.

Looking at Browning who was sweating profusely, Chen Jianqiu stretched out his hand with a smile and handed a clean cloth into his hand.

"Have you had a smooth journey?" Chen Jianqiu said.

Browning took the cloth and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Chen, why did you get up and come to this damn place? Is Montrose bad?"

"Then you have to ask the policemen in Denver." Chen Jianqiu handed Browning another water bag. "Two days ago in Lincoln County, a familiar businessman quietly came to me and told me about my reward order.

It’s also posted on the reward list in front of the Denver Police Department.”

"You can ask a lawyer to help you handle these things." Browning shrugged, "I heard you have a very good lawyer."

Chen Jianqiu smiled and shook his head, and at the same time looked at He Jiasheng behind Browning intentionally or unintentionally.

At this glance, I almost lost half of the young man's life.

"Oh, that's not what he said." Browning had dealt with Chen Jianqiu a lot and quickly explained, "I have seen some of your business documents, they are very professional."

The two people walked side by side along the road at the intersection toward the town.

As they walked, Chen Jianqiu introduced the newly built town to him.

Now there are shops, clinics, restaurants, and library reading rooms in the town.

There are also rows of neat houses for people to live in, and there is even a land temple in the south of the town near the experimental field.

It is unknown whether Chen Jianqiu first proposed the Tu Tu Temple, but it must have received his approval.

In his words: "This is his land. Let whoever you like take care of it, let him take care of it. Chinese gods are easier to use than American gods."

Browning sighed a little, how did he do it in less than half a year?

Chen Jianqiu smiled.

Of course it was my own money, the steady flow of young Chinese people who came in, and the resources provided by Astor IV.

As a real estate tycoon, although he was in New York, he could entrust his housekeeper to provide Chen Jianqiu and the others with a large amount of technical and resource support.

The land near the oil fields still belongs to him. The town must be built, people must be attracted, and the value of the land must be increased.

Otherwise, what kind of real estate would you do?

Of course, there is another important reason.

"If you live on a precarious basis and are always racing against time, you can do it," Chen Jianqiu said.

Browning was confused, but he didn't seem to care that much.

Because, before his eyes, a courtyard appeared.

Inside the yard is a simple warehouse and a factory building that is being built.

"What is this place?" Browning asked curiously.

"A place prepared for you." Chen Jianqiu patted him on the shoulder, "I am about to discuss with you whether we can build an arsenal in Roswell."

"Here? Arsenal?" Browning looked around and saw a desolate place. He couldn't believe what Chen Jianqiu said.

"Yes, there are also laboratories for developing new weapons." Chen Jianqiu pointed to the desert not far away, "I have prepared the shooting range for you."

"Are you kidding?" Browning looked at Chen Jianqiu.

With such a large shooting range, what kind of weapons are you going to develop?

"There's not even a railway here, how can raw materials be transported in? How can guns be transported out?" Browning raised a more critical question.

"There will be."

"There are no machines or anything like that."

"There will be."

Browning looked at Chen Jianqiu with firm eyes and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"In the near future, there will be many people coming here, and they all need to work." Chen Jianqiu pointed to the Chinese workers who were carrying construction materials on the construction site.

"In addition, I can also help you develop some good things that you have never thought of." Chen Jianqiu's eyes showed a hint of cunning, "Adequate funds and human support."

Browning, my heart is moved.