America 1881: They Call Me Legend

The tavern was still bustling with people coming and going.

People didn't seem to be too affected by the daytime gunfight. They still drank when they should and gambled when they should.

But obviously the residents of Tombstone Town have opinions about Sheriff Wyatt and the others.

No one wanted to sit too close to their table.

Firstly, I am in awe of these murderers, and secondly, I don’t want to be heard by the rightful owner when I talk about them.

However, the Sheriff and his brothers and friends don't care much about this matter.

They continued to play their cards and drink their wine.

It was around ten o'clock. I don't know how many rounds of poker had passed, but there were a few empty wine bottles on the table.

"Everyone, I'm a little sleepy. I'm going to go back and rest." Virgil yawned, "You guys continue to play."

He stood up leaning on the cane beside the table, took his hat off the hook on the wall and put it on.

"Do you want Holiday to take you back?" Wyatt stood up and looked at him a little worriedly.

"No, I'm not crippled yet, kid." Virgil smiled at him, patted the revolver on his waist, and then walked out the door on crutches.

"What about you?" Wyatt watched Virgil walk out of the pub door.

"I'm a little tired too." Morgan moved his neck.

He stood up, took the wine glass and walked to the window, looking through the window at Virgil's back outside the door.

It was pitch black outside the window.

He turned around, leaned his back against the window, took a sip of wine, and said to the Sheriff: "Wyatt, can we explain to Sheriff Behan tomorrow? I just thought, maybe we are too united and ignore

of his feelings.”

Wyatt leaned back on his chair, stared at the table and thought about something, without answering his words.

"Maybe, we can..."

Morgan hasn't finished speaking yet.

Suddenly, a gunshot outside the house broke the silence.

"Get away!" Holiday shouted at Morgan.

He jumped up from his chair and rushed towards the window, trying to knock Morgan down.

However, it was too late, the glass shattered.

The expression on Morgan's face was frozen.

Several more gunshots were heard one after another.

Morgan's body stiffened and fell forward, falling heavily to the ground.

He was shot several times in the back, and blood flowed from the wounds and soaked his clothes.

His eyes were wide open and remained the same as before his death.

The bullet passed through the window and hit the table, making the curtains dance, the cards on the table flying, and the glass cups shattering into pieces.

The tavern was also in chaos.

The people in this town are used to duels in the tavern, but that doesn't mean they turn a blind eye to attacks from outside the tavern.

Wyatt immediately got under the table, drew his gun and fired blindly out the window.

However, now the outside of the tavern is dark, and the inside of the tavern is lit.

Therefore, generally speaking, the outside can see the inside, but the inside cannot see the outside.

Wyatt's counterattack had little effect, and he was hit hard by the bullets whizzing by.

He looked towards the ground.

When I saw my brother Morgan's eyes that were not closed, I felt a sudden pain in my heart.

"Mo~gen!"

After Virgil walked out of the tavern door, he walked step by step towards his home with a cane.

When he was young, he used to laugh at the veterans who lost a leg because of the Civil War and laughed at the funny way they looked when they walked on crutches.

As a result, I never imagined that I would be injured and on crutches one day.

He stopped, leaned on his cane, took out cigarettes and matches from his pocket, and wanted to light a cigarette for himself.

However, I struck the match several times, but nothing struck.

"It's really useless." Virgil laughed at himself.

However, at this moment, through the moonlight, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a few people standing on the dark second floor on the side of the street.

He couldn't see the faces of these people clearly, but he could clearly see that they all had guns in their hands.

He subconsciously reached for the gun in his waistband.

However, the man upstairs opened fire.

Almost instantly, Virgil was shot several times at the same time and fell down.

In the tavern.

Holiday's reaction was faster than Wyatt's. He quickly moved to the wall and found a blind spot where bullets could not reach.

He turned on the shooter mode and quickly found a person hiding on the second floor across the street.

This man was holding a revolver and shooting wildly into the house.

Holiday raised his hand and shot the man down from the second floor.

However, the consequence of this is that the shooting from the opposite side becomes more intensive.

Holiday had to take the risk again and changed his location and hid.

This also prevents him from fighting back outside.

"Wyatt! We have to think of something!" He lowered his head to avoid a bullet and looked at the Sheriff.

The man held the gun in his hand tightly, stood up from the hail of bullets, and prepared to fight to the death outside.

However, at this time, continuous screams and the sound of people falling from high places suddenly came from outside the window.

After more than ten seconds, the sound of gunfire became thinner and disappeared.

Holiday and Wyatt looked at each other.

"They evacuated?" Holiday said. He quickly glanced out the window and found no trace of those people just now.

He turned around and found Wyatt holding his brother's body tightly in his arms.

"Morgan! Morgan!" He called his brother's name.

However, the person in his arms has permanently lost his life and cannot respond to him.

At this time, Sheriff Bihan rushed in from outside the door with his people.

"Did you catch them?" Holiday rushed to Behan and asked eagerly.

Bihan was a little confused: "No, we just arrived, and those people had already run away when we arrived."

Holiday suddenly thought of something. He passed Bihan directly, took three steps and two steps at a time, and rushed out of the tavern door as fast as possible.

"Quick! Follow him!" Bihan ordered the people around him.

Not long after, Holiday came back.

His face was solemn, and his usually neat hair was messed up by him.

"Wyatt, Virgil, he's dead."

Several people who went out with Holiday appeared behind him.

They carried Virgil's body.

Sheriff Wyatt, who lost his two brothers in a short period of time, was so distraught that he couldn't cry or howl, but just buried his head on Morgan's body.

"I know who did it, Behan!" Holiday pulled the deputy into the street.

At this time, there were several corpses lying on the street, pale by the moonlight.

They were all knocked down from the second floor and fell to the ground.

He grabbed one of the men's hair and lifted his head so that the moonlight could clearly see his face.

"You see clearly, these are Ike's people." He shouted to Bihan.

"We need to get evidence first, and then confirm whether it was Ike." Bihan waved to the people behind him, asking them to take away all the guns at the scene.

"Don't be impulsive. I don't want this vendetta to continue in Tombstone," he said to Holiday.

"You told me not to be impulsive?! A group of gunmen appeared outside the pub tonight and killed my friend's two brothers! They almost killed me. You told me to calm down?"

Holiday waved his hands wildly at Behan and shouted loudly.

Bihan was speechless. He knew that at this time, he could not communicate rationally with these two people, so he left in a hurry with his people.

On the other side of the street, also on the second floor, stood three people.

"Boss, why do we need to save these two people?" Hanif asked, "Didn't we already get half of the twenty-five thousand US dollars?"

"Yes, boss, logically speaking, we should get out as soon as possible." Sean on the side spoke, his white teeth shining in the moonlight.

According to their understanding of their boss, Chen Jianqiu is not the kind of person who likes to meddle in other people's business.

Chen Jianqiu put the repeating rifle on his shoulder again and said softly:

"I want money, and I also want people."