America 1881: They Call Me Legend

When fighting in narrow and dark places, the most important thing is to hide your own position and find the position of others.

Firepower? Firepower is of course important. If you give it a cannon, why hide? You can just blast the bunker on the opposite side to pieces.

Isn't this true?

This is Chen Jianqiu's intuition. Just like his skills, he has no memory, but when encountering similar scenes, he can always react immediately. Sometimes his muscles even move before his brain.

Now, Tom has exposed his position for the first time and has no plans to change it for the time being.

So Chen Jianqiu planned to kill this reckless guy first.

But judging from this young man’s intentions, he plans to kill his nominal employer-Browning first.

"Bang"

He fired another shot at the table lying on the ground. The bullet hit the table and made a hole in the table. Next to the hole was a trembling Browning.

Chen Jianqiu tried to take a look at the corner where Tom was, but he couldn't see anything except the barrel of the gun.

He shook off the revolver in his hand and found that there was no bullet inside.

This gun turned out to be from Mexico, made by Remington. The bullet caliber is 11.17mm. It has probably been modified. The caliber is larger than the average revolver and it is more powerful. So I just cut off half of the beard.

The brain is no wonder either.

But the problem is that this also means that the bullets in Chen Jianqiu's hand are no longer needed.

He simply threw away the revolver and began to search everywhere. His eyes stopped in the direction of Browning, or to be precise, the rifle behind him.

Chen Jianqiu made a gesture in the direction of Feiniao and Sean, and both of them nodded to indicate that they understood.

"Bang."

The gun rang again, and this time the bullet flew directly past Browning's scalp. The unlucky firearms designer wanted to run, but his legs didn't obey him at all.

There was a "stuck" sound from the corner behind the stairs.

Tom is changing bullets.

At this moment, Chen Jianqiu jumped out of the bunker. He rolled to the ground behind Browning, picked up the rifle on the ground, and after standing up half-right, without making any adjustments, he faced the direction of the stairs.

gun.

There was only a muffled groan, and a body leaned limply out from behind the stairs and fell to the ground.

It was Tom. The bullet tore out his lung and penetrated his chest.

At the same time, two gunshots rang out at the same time, and the shotgun hit the place where Chen Jianqiu had rolled, smashing the floor, leaving a bullet hole and throwing up a cloud of dust.

"What good luck." Chen Jianqiu smacked his lips. He had fired at the position behind the barrel. If the owner of the gun was aiming, that position should be his head. Who knew that the accuracy was still a little off, and it was tilted to the chest.

.

However, we reached the same goal through different paths. Tom fell down. We don't know whether he died or not. Anyway, he had no fighting ability for a while.

The other side began to retaliate and fight back crazily. The fat woman appeared behind the bar. She held up a shotgun and was ready to shoot at the wooden table. If this shot hit, Browning and Chen Jianqiu would probably gouge their bodies.

Iron bead.

Asuka and Sean's guns also fired. The fat woman fired a shot in a hurry and hid back in the bar.

"Help, brother, help me." Browning forced his voice to steady, "I can't move my legs."

He knew that if he didn't find a better place to hide, he would either be sprayed to death by trolls or hit by stray bullets.

Chen Jianqiu originally wanted to tell him: We are strangers to each other, and you are not a beautiful woman who is shy of your beauty. I just fell in love with the gun behind you, and I don't have much interest in you.

But he still didn't say it.

People are hard to break down.

He grabbed Browning by the back collar, and while the fat woman and Brinton were temporarily suppressed, he climbed over the dining table and ran under the bar.

This is genuine black under the light.

After all, the firepower of the revolver was not as powerful as that of the spear. Asuka and Sean were soon at a disadvantage and were driven back to the corner.

When the fat woman finished loading the bullets again and poked her head out of the bar with the gun in hand, she found that the hall in front of her was empty.

"You bastards! Come out!" The fat woman was furious. In less than ten minutes, there were only two people left on her side, oh, no, three, and there was a Mexican lying half-dead on the ground.

"Ellie! Go drag Santos back!" Brinton's voice came from behind a cabinet near the window, "I'll cover you!"

The fat woman hunched over and slowly walked towards the Mexican lying on the ground.

Asuka and Sean stuck their heads out to shoot, but were blocked by Brinton's bullets.

The fat woman sprayed again at the wooden dining table. She saw no blood and was not sure whether the Chinese and Browning were still behind the table.

She came to the edge of the bar, and the Mexican was only three or four steps away from her.

After hesitating for a moment, she rushed out.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Just when her hand was about to touch the Mexican, she suddenly felt another chill on her back.

She turned her head and saw Chen Jianqiu squatting outside the bar and the black muzzle of his gun.

"Bang!"

The gun rang out, and the fat woman was hit in the head. Even a god couldn't survive this distance.

What a broken habit, didn't the person who taught you how to shoot a gun tell you to search thoroughly?

Chen Jianqiu glanced at the woman's body, pulled out the cartridge case, pushed the new bullet into the magazine, and shouted in Brinton's direction.

"Brother, surrender, four against one, you have no chance."

There was no answer from the closet.

Chen Jianqiu set up his gun and aimed at Brinton's hiding place. Feiniao and Sean walked out of the corner and surrounded the cabinet.

Suddenly there was a "crash" sound, as if the glass of the window was broken, and then a figure flashed past the window.

The three people rushed directly to the cabinet.

There was a big hole in the window next to the cabinet. Through the big hole, I saw Brinton running into the heavy rain.

Chen Jianqiu fired several shots from the cave, but none of them hit.

He turned around and pulled up Browning, who was still sitting on the ground, and straightened his clothes.

"Mr. Browning, I'm sorry to have frightened you."

Polite and gentleman as always.

This made it impossible for Browning to connect the person in front of him with the devil who blew their heads off in an instant.

He tried to stand up straight: "Well, what should I call you? Chen?"

"Yes, just call me Chen."

"Can you escort me to Montrose? I will pay accordingly."

Chen Jianqiu was stunned for a moment, then looked at Browning with a playful expression: "What if we are really wanted criminals as the bounty hunter said?"

He took a step forward and stared at Browning.

Browning felt an unprecedented pressure. He restrained his desire to run away and said: "I am a designer, but I am also a businessman. I am more willing to make deals than wait here to die."

He pointed to the bodies of the bodyguards scattered on the ground: "They are dead. If I am alone, I cannot get out of this mountain."

"You can make an offer. Although my family and I are not particularly wealthy, we can still afford it."

Chen Jianqiu shook his head: "We don't plan to charge you money, but when we get to Montrose, provide us with a certificate and guarantee. In addition, we have some gold on hand. Can you exchange some for us?"

Browning nodded.

…

Brinton Patrick ran in panic in the rain. He didn't stop to take a breath until he was sure that the three people in the hotel behind him were not chasing him.

He hid under a tree in despair, trembling all over, being soaked in the rain, and feeling frightened.

What kind of monsters are they?

A group of his own carefully planned the robbery for Browning's gun and the money in the car. However, the three men led by the Chinese easily carried out the robbery and he was the only one left.

Gone, the Patrick Gang no longer exists.

Fortunately, his life is still there.

"Boss, is this this person?"

A group of people on horseback appeared in front of Brinton, like ghosts.

"It seems that our 'prey' is on a killing spree again." A man carrying a rifle looked at Brinton with a smile, "Boss, this man seems to have a bounty."

"I don't care about goals other than the employer's mission. I hope you will do the same after joining Pinkerton." The leader, the aquiline nose wearing a bowler hat, only said one sentence and then rode away.

Brinton turned and ran away.

There was a "bang" gunshot, half of his head was missing, and he fell to the ground.

The man who fired the gun put the rifle back on his shoulder, with a hint of excitement on his face.

"It's interesting."