America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 284 People who eat melons

The three suspects were dead and the clues were broken. From Wyatt's point of view, the case was closed.

He couldn't turn Tombstone upside down.

This damn place still needs him to maintain law and order, and the Sheriff is just a jobber.

If he was just looking for the missing twenty-five thousand dollars in silver for Wells Fargo, the deputy sheriff wouldn't have to do his job.

As for Wells Fargo, if they are willing to offer a reward, let them continue to offer it.

Whether someone is willing to help them find the money depends on their luck.

So at noon the next day, Wyatt finally had time to drink coffee and read the newspaper in his office.

The door to the Sheriff's Office was opened and Holiday walked in.

"Hey, old friend, how did I do yesterday?" He sat down on the chair opposite Wyatt and crossed his legs to ask the police chief.

"Are you going to kill someone every time you come to Tombstone?" Wyatt looked helplessly at the gunman opposite, "Save me some trouble, old friend."

"I can't help it. With my reputation, there are always some people who want to challenge me." Holiday spread his hands and said invincible on his face.

"The materials have been submitted to the judge and should be processed tomorrow." The police chief picked up his coffee, took a sip, and returned his eyes to the newspaper.

"So, we can leave tomorrow, right?" Another person walked into the police station.

The police chief looked up and saw that it was Chen Jianqiu.

"Hey! We meet again! Chen!" Holiday, with his legs crossed, greeted Chen Jianqiu enthusiastically.

Chen Jianqiu also had a smile on his face. With a smile, he took out a few cigars from his arms and threw them to several people in the office.

The office was shrouded in smoke for a while.

However, at this time, someone suddenly knocked on the window from outside and made a "bang bang" sound.

A face appeared on the glass of the window of the police station.

The flesh of this face was pressed against the glass, the nose was flattened, the yellow hair was as messy as straw, and the expression looked a little angry.

"Wait a moment, I have something to do when I go out." Wyatt stood up and walked to the door of the room.

He thought for a moment, opened the door to the room, and walked out.

The police chief glanced left and right and found the owner of the face on the window glass just now.

Ike stood on the street corner, staring at him.

Wyatt glanced left and right again, then walked towards Ike.

When the yellow-haired cowboy saw the police chief approaching him, he turned and walked into the alley next to him.

The two came to the back of a secluded courtyard behind the main street.

"Where is my $3,200?" Ike asked the police chief after confirming that no one was nearby, "I told you the names of those three people, so it's time for you to give me the $3,200!"

Wyatt took a deep breath and his face darkened: "Ike, the reward is three thousand two hundred dollars, but the three people you told me about all died last night!"

"But I tell you, I took a huge risk." Ike's expression became increasingly stiff.

Although the structure of the "Corinthian Cowboys" is quite loose, and these criminals have never had any credibility, in the rules of the western frontier, once the betrayal is known, it will bring devastating consequences to him.

"I know, Ike." The Sheriff looked into Ike's eyes, "If I get the bounty, I will give it to you too. But..."

He paused: "I didn't get the fucking three thousand two hundred dollars either."

"That's not my problem." Ike's face began to turn red because the blood was rising.

"That's not mine either." The police chief put his hands on his hips.

"Besides, I told you that you shouldn't tell anyone what I told you!" Ike became excited and his voice began to rise.

"I'll tell you again, idiot, I haven't told anyone, understand?" Wyatt was tired of the conversation with Art and turned to leave.

Veins were popping out of the yellow-haired cowboy's forehead. He grabbed the sergeant's arm and shouted: "I told you, don't mess with me!"

Wyatt turned around, took out the gun from his waist in an instant, and put it against Ike's chin: "I hope you won't do stupid things impulsively, otherwise, I will put you in a cell to calm down for a few weeks.

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Ike gasped and glared at the Sheriff fiercely.

"Now, get lost." Wyatt put away his revolver and walked towards the police station.

Ike burst into a tavern with an angry look on his face.

Seven or eight of his men were waiting for him there.

"Give me wine!" he shouted.

"What's the matter, boss?" His subordinate handed him a glass of whiskey.

Ike raised his neck and drank the wine in the glass, then placed the glass heavily on the table.

He felt like he was being played.

After learning that "Mad Dog" Sanchez and the other three were dead, Ike immediately led his men to search for their possible treasure locations.

If these three people were still alive, the money would still be untouchable. Now that they are dead, the money should be theirs.

But when he finally found the cabin, he found an empty box pulled out from under the bed, with a few silver coins left in it.

"That damn bastard took the money! And he pretended not to know! He ate meat and didn't even want to share the soup with me! I'm going to kill him." Ike threw away the wine glass, raised his neck while holding the bottle, and

Fill.

"I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him." Ike's eyes were red and he took out his revolver from the clothes next to him.

He grabbed the bottle and rushed out of the tavern, while his younger brothers followed him.

"I'm going to kill Wyatt! He stole the $25,000 in silver from Wells Fargo!"

"He is a shameless villain!"

"You have all been deceived by his pretense of integrity!"

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Ike was drinking and shouting loudly on the street.

At first, people in the town didn't take it seriously, because drunks were not uncommon on the streets of Tombstone, whether it was day or night.

But when Ike talked about Wyatt, everyone joined in.

This police chief gave them the usual impression of being extremely tough and courageous, so tough that it even made people feel that some of his actions were a bit ruffian.

But because of this, those criminals still dare not blatantly commit crimes within the town.

But I didn't expect that in the mouth of this yellow-haired cowboy, he would be so sanctimonious.

Some of the onlookers believed it, and some did not.

Those who believe are filled with indignation, while those who don’t believe are waiting to be eaten.

When Ike saw that there were more and more people watching, and under the influence of alcohol, he became more and more excited and his voice became louder and louder.

"Wyatt, I'm going to kill you!" He yelled excitedly and fired a shot directly into the sky.

And his men followed suit one after another.

Eight or nine people walked along the only main road in the town.

"What's the sound?" Wyatt was chatting in the police station when he suddenly heard gunshots outside.

His brother Morgan hurried in from outside the door with a short-barreled shotgun: "Wyatt, it's Ike. He was yelling on the street that he wanted to kill you."

Wyatt's expression didn't change much: "Where are they now?"

"It's time to get to the 'O&K' farm now."

"Come on, let's take care of these bastards." Wyatt stood up and walked toward the door.

Wyatt will confront anyone who insults his reputation and challenges his authority in this town, and then knocks them down.

When he just walked to the door, he suddenly remembered that besides their brothers, there were other people in the office.

The Sheriff turned around and looked at "Doctor" Holiday: "Holiday, my friend, are you willing to do me a favor? We need manpower."

The doctor stood up and put on his hat: "I am willing to serve you, Your Excellency."

The police chief's eyes turned to Chen Jianqiu again, but he hesitated and still did not invite him.

Firstly, I am not very familiar with this person, and secondly, this person really kills people everywhere!

Although he has enough confidence in himself, he still has to believe in evil.

Chen Jianqiu smiled and nodded at them, and walked out of the security station door before them.

So, Wyatt, his two brothers: Morgan and Virgil, and Holiday, the four of them headed for the "O&K" farm.

The so-called "O&K" farm is actually a small self-cultivated farm at the end of the town's main street, with vegetable fields, cattle and sheep.

And when Wyatt appeared there with his law enforcers, Yellow-haired Ike was in front of the sheepfold, loading bullets for his guns with his brothers.

"Put the gun down!" the sergeant warned.

The other people around him lined up on both sides of the police chief.

They lifted up their coats, revealing the gun holsters at their waists.

"Yo, yo, yo, let me see, who's here?" A drunken Ike stared at the Sheriff like a wild dog, without any fear at all.

"Wyatt, what a hypocrite!"

"Put the gun down quickly, I won't say it again!" The sergeant put his hand on the gun on his waist.

Morgan raised the shotgun in his hand and pointed it at Ike; Virgil also touched his gun, and his thumb reset the hammer of his revolver; and Holiday stared at the few people in front of him.

cowboy.

"One, two, three..." He counted the number of people.

The atmosphere in the air was extremely anxious and on the verge of breaking out.

And under a tree not far away, there were three people eating melons.

"Boss, where did you get this stuff?" Sean cracked melon seeds and stretched his neck to look at the farm.

"It's everywhere. You don't like to eat this stuff. You usually come here to squeeze oil. I asked Uncle Da Nian to help fry it." Chen Jianqiu leaned against the tree and spit out the melon seed shells.

"Boss, who do you think will win?" Hanif ate melon seeds for the first time today, and the results were crunchy.

Chen Jianqiu did not answer.

Because the gun has been fired over there.

(End of chapter)