America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 271 Someone is floating

"Can you give me these two Gatlings at half price?"

Thiago walked down from the wooden platform and looked at the two Gatling guns in front of him with half suspicion and half surprise.

"That's right." Abiot said next to the machine gun, "I'll sell it to you at half price."

The former Crocodile Gang leader was overjoyed.

He bent down, stroked the dark barrel of the machine gun, licked his lower lip, and looked greedily at the big guy in front of him.

"Didn't he make other requests?" Thiago was still a little worried and turned to look at Abiot.

The "he" in Mexicans' mouths obviously refers to Chen Jianqiu.

"It's not a request, it's just a small suggestion." Abiot said.

He despised the bandit leader in front of him from the bottom of his heart, but he still followed Chen Jianqiu's request and told the truth.

"Mr. Chen knows that there is some grudge between you and Scott, but you also know that Mr. Scott and Mr. Chen have some friendship." Abiot patted the barrel of the machine gun.

"There is a piece of land near Lincoln County that originally belonged to Mr. Chen. It is now under Scott's name and is relatively close to here." Abiot paused before continuing.

"In the past two days, Mr. Scott is inspecting his new property with his family there. I also hope that you will temporarily put aside your feud with him, give Mr. Chen a face, and don't disturb him."

Thiago stopped as he walked around Gatlin.

His back was turned to Abiot, with an uncertain expression on his face.

After the last oil tanker incident, Tiago's Mexican gang became famous in New Mexico, and some Mexican gang members who couldn't survive came to him one after another.

His men, "heroes gathered, heroes gathered together" for a time, the team was huge and the number was close to 200.

With more people, there are more mouths to eat. It is not enough to just grab the business trips from Lincoln to Albuquerque as before.

However, Lincoln County was Chen Jianqiu's territory, and he did not dare to rob the oil convoys along the way; nor did he dare to rob the farms and pastures surrounding the county.

This also hindered him from becoming bigger and stronger.

Many people below complained, thinking that gangsters are now in full swing, so why should they be afraid of a Chinese businessman?

Some people even suggested that the two hundred well-armed Mexican men in the gang were ready to fight.

It would be better to seize Lincoln County directly, then cross the desert, go straight to Roswell, and take away Chen Jianqiu's lair.

Under the adulation of everyone, Thiago floated away.

Before, he didn't dare.

But now, with these two Gatlings, that's not necessarily the case.

He dared to rob Pinkerton with one Gatling, and now with two Gatlings, why can't he hold his head high and behave like a human being?

Who can do anything to him around Lincolnshire?

Chen Jianqiu!

You clearly know that Scott and I have a deep hatred, but you still defend him. I'm afraid you won't be able to give this face to you.

Since that piece of land does not belong to you, Chen Jianqiu, then if I deal with that old man, it shouldn't be considered a formal challenge to you, right?

When Scott was mentioned, Thiago's eyes lit up.

This old guy used himself as a chamber pot. When he finished using it, he would kick him and even kill himself.

Old man! Since you treat me like a chamber pot, don't blame me for treating your head like a chamber pot.

"Got it." Tiago didn't turn his head, and his voice faintly reached Abiot's ears.

The next day.

A group of Mexicans appeared near Scott's new manor. They pushed Gatlin and smashed the gate of Scott's manor into a sieve.

These Mexicans rushed into the house.

"Find me this old guy Scott!" As the leader, Tiago kicked open the door of each room personally. "I want his whole family to die!"

He plans to crush the Republican leader of New Mexico into ashes!

However, Scott is not here.

An old man who looked very similar to him was tied and pushed in front of Thiago.

The old man's whole body was shaking like chaff, and his white hair hung messily from the front of his face, covering his face.

The Mexican bandit leader squatted down, lifted up the old man's hair, and carefully looked at the man in front of him.

This man looked familiar to him, he seemed to be Scott's younger brother.

"Damn, bad luck." Thiago stood up and kicked the old man to the ground.

"Boss, what should I do?" asked a gang member behind him, "Scott himself is not found."

"Take away all the valuable things! Burn the house down!" Thiago grabbed his hair and said.

"What about these people?" The gangster asked hesitantly, pointing to Scott's brother and his family members who were kneeling on the ground.

"As a man, you must keep your word. If you say you want to kill his whole family, then kill his whole family!" Tiago picked his nose and said lightly to the minion behind him, "Kill them all!"

A fire burned the manor to ashes, and also burned to ashes was Scott's brother's family.

They were tied to pillars in the hall, to the handrails of the stairs, and even to the roof.

These people were roasted alive.

Thiago and his gangsters left the manor with the plundered treasures satisfied.

The only regret is that Scott is not in this manor.

Scott, of course, is not at the manor.

As the leader of the state Republican Party, it is not appropriate to blatantly accept physical bribes.

This piece of land is in the name of Chen Jianqiu, his younger brother.

The old rich man moved in happily with his family two days ago, but he didn't want to suffer this disaster.

Scott himself was still in his office in Santa Fe thinking about how to properly praise Chen Jianqiu.

As expected, I was right about this young man. He was very capable and very sensible.

If Chen Jianqiu was not Chinese, he would really want to consider training this person to be his successor.

For now, use it first.

"Congressman! Congressman! Something happened!" An attendant ran into Scott's office with a piece of paper in his hand.

"Huh?" Scott frowned.

This is a telegram from Lincolnshire.

Although the railway had not yet arrived, telegraph lines had already been laid to Lincolnshire.

The telegram described in brief language what happened at Scott Manor.

After reading the telegram, Scott felt a twinge of pain in his heart and almost fainted.

His only biological brother and his family were burned alive by former Crocodile gang leader Thiago and a group of Mexicans.

"Where's the Sheriff of Lincoln County? Ah? Is he dead?" Scott growled.

His eyes were red and his white hair stood on end, like a wounded old lion.

"I heard that there are so many people in Tiago now that the Sheriff can't do anything." The attendant said tremblingly.

"What about Chen Jianqiu? What happened to him? Why didn't he take action? Didn't I hear that he has hands and eyes in Lincoln County? Ah? Where is his weapon?" Scott gasped, his chest rising and falling.

The attendant handed him another telegram.

It's Chen Jianqiu calling.

The general meaning of the above is that after hearing the bad news, I was very angry and would lead a dozen of his men to attack Thiago, who was more than 200 people.

Even if there are only a few people, they still have to fight to the death with the Mexican gangs.

"Well, this Mr. Chen told me before." The attendant lowered his head and whispered, "He said that his people are all Chinese and they don't dare to have too many weapons, otherwise they will be criticized and cause unnecessary trouble.

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"Fart! Those people are American citizens! They are all state militia! The militia that created our country's War of Independence was fought by the militia. Who dares to make irresponsible remarks?" Scott was going crazy.

"Then shall I ask him and the militias from surrounding counties to mobilize now?" the entourage asked.

"No, it's too slow. I'll figure it out later." Scott shook his head.

He wished Thiago would be brought to justice tomorrow.

"Is there any usable weaponry nearby?" Scott asked.

The entourage thought for a while: "Captain Crook and his two federal cavalry battalions seem to be nearby. They are chasing the Indians, and the furthest distance cannot be more than a hundred miles."

"But they won't listen to us, right?"

Scott's roar resounded in the office:

"Immediately, immediately, telegraph to Lincolnshire and send someone to Crooker! Shoot as I say!"

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