America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 254 Returning to the West with Debt

At this time, Lynch had gotten rid of the entanglement of the Chinese workers and rushed out of the crowd. Around him, a team of factory protection team members and a small number of Pinkerton detectives had gathered.

Some of these people are experienced detectives, some are Lynch's subordinates, and some have escaped from the crowd one after another.

They formed a line of defense around Lynch on the road not far in front of the convoy, and at the same time they kept shooting at the crowd.

Lynch didn't shout to everyone in the car to come over.

Because he knew that if he really shouted, the detectives who were entangled with the Chinese workers would want to give up.

As soon as they run this way, Hua Gong, Chen Jianqiu and the others will also rush in together with the defeated soldiers.

His line of defense is absolutely unable to withstand such an impact.

At that time, the real defeat will be overwhelming.

With the position in place and the morale of the army stabilized, Detective Pinkerton and the armed forces protecting the factory showed their superiority in shooting accuracy.

They kept firing bullets at the Chinese workers who were fighting hand-to-hand with the detectives, and then gradually advanced the front line.

Even if the Pinkerton detective beside the oil tanker is dead, the victorious Hua Gong and Chen Jianqiu's subordinates will still have to face a row of black gun muzzles.

At this distance, they were just waiting to be lined up and shot.

The fight beside the oil tanker is still going on.

The Indian tomahawk in Asuka's hand was stained red with blood and was still dripping blood. The Indian warrior turned into the god of death and used the ax to cut off the heads of one detective after another;

The revolver in Abiot's hand never stopped firing. The caliber and powder charge of the revolver in his hand were modified by Browning. Basically, one shot in the head would remove half of the face;

Danny, like Chen Jianqiu, used whatever he picked up. His golden hair was also full of blood.

His strength is so great that in his hands, whether it is a board, a hammer, or even a wooden shaft broken off from a carriage, it becomes a murderous weapon.

The other veterans consciously formed a group of two or three, using swords and guns to kill the enemy together.

They already had rich combat experience and had crawled out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. It was just that they had a different kind of enemy.

The vicinity of the oil tanker was soon filled with the white corpses of Pinkerton detectives and the plant protection team, and the battlefield situation became more and more obvious.

Pinkerton's detectives were nearly wiped out.

"Everyone check the bullet inventory and maintain firepower alternately!" Lynch issued the order.

In his opinion, the strangulation of the people next to the oil tanker was about to begin.

When the number of casualties reaches a certain level, the Pinkerton detectives will collapse and the battle line will be unable to withstand it.

However, at this moment, a bullet suddenly shot from behind Lynch, hitting a member of the factory protection team next to him.

Gunshots rang out behind him.

"Boss, we seem to be under attack." A member of the factory protection team pointed in the direction behind them, his face ashen, and some Mexicans wearing straw hats appeared sporadically on both sides of the road.

They kept shooting in this direction.

It's Thiago's people who are here.

"Damn it, you said there wasn't a fight yet. Look at what they're like. If you come later, you won't be able to eat the meat." Thiago hid behind a rock with a gun and kicked Scarface again.

Kick in the ass.

The veteran robber waited impatiently at the pre-ambush location. As soon as he heard the sound of gunshots, he immediately rushed over with his men.

"Boss, we are finished." The member of the factory protection team cried, "Those Mexican robbers are really here!"

"Impossible, impossible, how could those Mexicans appear here?" Lynch murmured to himself.

This group of people is about to be the last straw that breaks their backs.

"Shoot those oil cans." Lynch's face returned to indifference, as if ordering a candle to be lit.

The detective looked at Lynch in disbelief: "Mr. Lynch, there are still our people over there!"

Lynch knew that these people were not his subordinates, and he was too lazy to talk to them.

He took out a few special bullets from his pocket and stuffed them into his gun.

These bullets were the ones he had prepared earlier to detonate those oil tanks.

The first shot penetrated the oil tank and leaked oil, and the second shot caused sparks due to impact and friction, igniting the kerosene.

If you are lucky, it will explode. If you are not lucky, the area around the tanker will turn into a sea of ​​flames.

He raised his gun.

The detectives around him just wanted to stop him, but they were put to the head with a gun by someone from the armed team protecting the factory.

The detectives stopped breathing and stared at the gun in Lynch's hand.

Once this gun is fired, it will bring destruction to the people who are still fighting in front of them.

However, when Lin Qi raised his gun, Chen Jianqiu was also constantly looking for his traces.

After a wrench knocked to death a desperate Pinkerton detective who rushed toward him with red eyes and howling, he looked in the direction in front of the team.

There were fewer people standing, and the figures gradually became sparse.

Chen Jianqiu turned on the shooter state.

The figure shook, revealing a gap in the middle.

And through those gaps, Chen Jianqiu saw the face of the factory guard captain, his eyes, and the sight of the gun in his hand.

This gap may only exist for a second.

But it was enough for Chen Jianqiu to draw his gun and shoot, plus the bullet flew past.

The crowd who were fighting had no idea that the bullets cut through the air, passed by them, and flew in the direction behind them.

Lynch, who was about to pull the trigger, apparently didn't notice the bullet approaching. His attention was on the oil tanker.

The bullet passed through the crosshairs without warning, penetrated into Lynch's eye socket, and then penetrated through the back of his head, blooming with brilliant blood.

Chen Jianqiu did not take another shot. Firstly, the gap had disappeared. Secondly, he knew that this shot would definitely kill Lin Qi.

He dedicated the remaining bullets in his gun to the detectives who were still struggling.

He had no intention of surviving.

Lynch went to another world with two accounts, Pinkerton's account, and he simply added a few more.

Without their leader, the Pinkerton detectives and the factory guards finally collapsed and fled in all directions.

However, there is only one road in this valley. It is better not to run in the direction of Chen Jianqiu, but to run to Tiago.

The Mexican rubbed his hands together excitedly: "Come on, come on, push up the Gatling I just bought."

Several people unloaded the Gatling being dragged by the horse and pushed it up.

Scarface cranked Gatling's crank, and the other robber began to reload for him.

The bullets fired by Gatling raged over the heads of the Pinkerton detectives. There was no bunker in the middle of the road, and with the additional shots from other robbers, the remaining people were quickly killed or injured.

Scarface howled loudly in excitement, the scar on his face began to turn red, and Tiago's face beside him also turned red.

The first group of Chinese workers chasing the escaping Pinkerton detectives had already approached Lynch's original battle line.

This also means that they are about to enter Gatling's range.

"Boss, Boss Chen's people are here, should we stop?" One of Thiago's men wanted to remind his boss to stop Gatling's shooting to avoid accidental injuries.

But Scarface didn't seem to hear it at all, the joystick in his hand was still shaking, and Tiago, whether because he was deaf, stupid, or for some other reason, did not immediately stop his subordinate.

There was even a cunning light in his eyes.

Gatlin's voice made his blood rush.

Thiago saw the Chinese workers covered in blood. Some of them were injured and some were dead.

Chen Jianqiu and his team just experienced a big battle.

Thiago wants to challenge Chen Jianqiu's bottom line.

Suddenly, Gatlin's gunfire stopped.

Tiago turned his head and saw Scarface lying on Gatlin. His head had exploded, and blood and brains spurted onto the gun.

Chen Jianqiu appeared not far from them, holding another "Peacemaker" with smoke coming from the muzzle.

Chen Jianqiu tilted his head and looked at Thiago without saying a word.

The bad memory returned to Thiago's head and occupied his IQ high ground.

"Fuck, I thought Pinkerton's people weren't dead yet." Tiago kicked Scarface's body away from Gatling and cursed at the same time, "He's a fucking blind man, he deserves to die.

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"Are you talking about him or yourself?" Chen Jianqiu said slowly without putting down the gun in his hand.

The person next to Tiago wanted to use his gun, but was stopped by his look.

Sweat was pouring from his forehead.

"You can sell this batch of oil yourself, I want 80% of the profit." Chen Jianqiu dropped a word and turned around to leave.

"Eighty percent! Boss, he wants 80%!" Thiago's men widened their eyes, "He treats us as beggars!"

"Shut up!" Thiago yelled.

He suddenly felt that his gang did not play any role in this battle.

Eighty percent seems reasonable.

Thinking about it this way, Thiago felt much better.

If you have the money to get it, it's good. The worst thing is, you can sell it at a higher price.

However, Chen Jianqiu did not tell him that the 20% given to him was to make him take the blame.

Second update

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