America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 282 Walking Twenty-Five Thousand Dollars

Chen Jianqiu looked towards the long table.

A cowboy stood up unsteadily.

His face was as red as a piece of cooked beef, his hat hung on the back of his neck, he pointed at the banker sitting behind the table, and his tongue was a bit short when he spoke: "Why do you, you only win against me, but I keep losing?"

For that, that nigger?”

The table in front of him was empty, but in front of Sean next to him, there was a pile of banknotes.

Sean opened his hands to the people around him with an innocent face: "God testifies, I did not cheat!"

"I, I don't believe it, let's do it again." The cowboy's eyes were red. I don't know whether it was because he drank too much wine or lost his eyesight.

The dealer is a gentleman wearing a black tie.

"Are you sure you want to come again? Sanchez?" The gentleman shuffled the cards in his hand and asked calmly, "You have no money anymore."

"Fart!" the cowboy named Sanchez took out a money bag from his arms, "Holiday, open your eyes!"

His hands were shaking from drinking, causing him to fall directly from the purse onto the table.

Several silver coins rolled out from inside.

People with sharp eyes have already seen that this money bag is filled with a bag of silver coins.

"Deal the cards quickly! 'Doctor'!" Sanchez sneered and stared at Holiday as the dealer.

Holiday's eyes didn't dodge at all. He stared at Sanchez, whose eyes were red, with the same look, shuffling the cards skillfully in his hands.

Soon, the cards were dealt.

The only players left at the card table are Sanchez, Sean and the dealer - "Doctor" Holiday.

"Open the cards!"

Under Sanchez's roar and everyone's gaze, the cards were revealed.

"F~u~c~k!"

Swear words burst out of the cowboy's mouth, and he punched the table hard.

The histories are surprisingly similar.

He lost to Holiday again, and Holiday lost to Sean again.

The bag of silver coins in front of him now belonged to black people.

"Shit! Fuck you, there must be something ulterior between you two." Sanchez couldn't accept losing the card game in the same way again, and he roared angrily.

"Damn nigger!" His eyes were red, like an evil spirit.

"'Wild Dog,' you were the first one to default on your debt when I was the banker." Holiday looked at the cowboy with a mocking look on his face.

"Without a gun, you're just a weak loser." Sanchez's attention turned from Sean to Holiday, and he noticed that this man didn't seem to have a gun on him.

His hand quietly touched his waist.

The evil guy Crane who was beating someone at the door just now and the other person next to him also slowly gathered around.

The people around the card table all backed away silently, knowing what might happen next.

There were only two people sitting on the long table, one was Holiday and the other was Sean.

Holiday looked calm, and his shuffling hand had reached under the table, where a gun was placed.

The reason why Sean didn't stand up was because he found that Chen Jianqiu and Hanif had already stood up and walked over.

…

Not far from the tavern, under a tree outside the town.

Sheriff Wyatt was leaning against a tree and smoking a cigarette.

Next to him, a lantern hung, providing some light in the darkness.

The Sheriff is waiting for someone.

Not long after, a rustling sound came from the grass behind the tree, and a man with yellow hair emerged from the grass.

The man looked around and found that no one was around, then he came to the police chief.

"Wyatt, you better come to me for something." He looked at the Sheriff with a gloomy expression.

"A carriage robbery occurred not far from the town during the day. The coachman died. Judging from the traces at the scene, it was committed by three people." The police chief's cigarette flickered in the darkness.

The man raised his head slightly, and the smile on his face was slightly mocking: "So, you suspect that I did it?"

"It's up to you, Ike." Wyatt stared into the man's eyes.

This man named Ike is also a member of the "Corinthian Cowboys" and is known for his bravery.

"Wells Fargo is offering a reward of three thousand six hundred dollars to find the three murderers." The Sheriff continued, "I will give you the money if you can tell me who robbed those carriages."

Ike's expression relaxed, obviously these bounties were very tempting.

He looked left and right again, then took a few steps forward and approached the Sheriff: "If anyone knows that I'm telling you this, Sheriff, I mean anyone."

"No one else will know, Ike, I promise you my honor." Wyatt threw the half-smoked cigarette butt on the ground.

"Mad Dog Sanchez, Head, and Badass Crane."

After Ike said these three names, he turned his head and left the scene in a hurry.

A smile appeared on Wyatt's face.

Knowing the names of the criminals, he could find a way to arrest these three people, and then force him to find out the whereabouts of the twenty-five thousand silver coins.

However, at this time, several gunshots were suddenly heard from the tavern not far away.

The Sheriff turned over and mounted his horse.

He wanted to go back and solve the security problem first.

…

In the tavern.

Chen Jianqiu walked to the table, picked up a silver coin that fell on the ground, took it in his hand, and then sat down at the table.

He still had a cigar in his mouth and was playing with the silver coin without saying a word.

"What, do you want to stand up for them? Yellow-skinned bastard?" Sanchez stared fiercely at Chen Jianqiu who was sitting down. He bared his teeth and looked like a wild dog.

His two accomplices were already standing on his left and right, with their hands on their respective guns.

"Where is the remaining money?" Chen Jianqiu suddenly asked for no reason.

Everyone present was confused by this sentence.

However, the faces of the three people opposite suddenly changed color.

It's too late to say it, but it's soon.

Sanchez and the two men behind him drew their guns almost at the same time.

But Chen Jianqiu was faster than them, and a Colt revolver appeared in his hand like magic.

In a flash of lightning, several gunshots rang out in the tavern.

When everyone reacted, they found that Sanchez and the other three had fallen to the ground.

Crane and another man were each shot in the heart, and the two shots came from Chen Jianqiu and Hanif respectively.

But "Mad Dog" Sanchez had more than one wound on his body, and his revolver fell at his feet.

Another person also shot.

Holiday's bullet penetrated Sanchez's heart, fatally wounding him.

"Are they all dead?" Chen Jianqiu turned the revolver in his hand and inserted the gun back into the holster.

"It's over." Hanif squatted down, checked the vital signs of the three people, and shook his head.

"It seems that our twenty-five thousand US dollars have been lost." Chen Jianqiu stood up, patted the cigarette ashes on his body, and whispered to Hanif.

The shot he fired at Sanchez hit his hand, but he did not expect that the sitting banker's shooting was equally accurate and killed the Mexican cowboy with one shot.

"Don't worry, this is considered legitimate defense." The "culprit" was still comforting Chen Jianqiu and the others, "We have many people to testify."

It seems that he is also a veteran in various fields.

"Bang." The door of the tavern opened, and Sheriff Wyatt appeared at the door.

But when he saw the three people lying on the ground, he was stunned.

(End of chapter)