America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 357 Racing

The metal lighter struck quickly and accurately, hitting the man right in the face.

The man was staring intently at Cleveland on the stage, but he was accidentally hit by a lighter flying from not far away.

He took two steps back and struggled to pull his trigger in the direction of Cleveland.

A figure lurked in front of him.

Chen Jianqiu flew up and kicked the gun in his hand away.

The kicked gun fell into the innermost circle through an arc and slid in front of Cleveland.

People who just now were focused on the rotten eggs have encountered new changes.

The man with the gun saw that the situation was not good and ran away.

But he is not as fast as Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu stepped forward and kicked him in the back of the heart.

Cleveland's heart was not as calm as his expression.

The plainclothes man couldn't figure out for a moment whether his expression was mocking the man who pulled out the gun, or whether he was mocking his so-called protection.

"There are three people in our car! There seems to be only one in the opposite car. How about you compare with others?" Holiday said angrily as he had already judged the number of people in the other car.

"Oh, those guys must have caught up again." Little Astor looked accustomed to it.

The owner of the carriage, the nouveau riche boy who was yelling wildly just now, stuck his head out of the window again.

Under his driving force, the two horses pulling the carriage ran wildly with their hooves raised, splashing mud everywhere.

Holiday has handed over the man who pulled the gun to plainclothes officers from the New York Police Department.

"Do you think it was the Republicans who did it?" Little Astor guessed.

He had heard of horse racing, but rarely of carriage racing.

However, he and his coachman discovered that the curtain of the carriage on the opposite side had been lifted.

The carriage caught up again and gradually exceeded half of its body.

"It's not to that extent, but this time, it will probably send a lot of votes to Cleveland."

Chen Jianqiu said nothing and continued to look out the window.

"If the table is really overturned, then everyone should stop playing. Today you can assassinate my candidate, and tomorrow I can burn your base camp. From then on, there will be division and war."

All I heard was a "ya!" from the coachman in the front seat.

We agreed to go racing, why did we resort to violence?

"Thank you very much for saving my life." Cleveland walked up to Chen Jianqiu and said.

"Oh, you're welcome."

The expressions on their faces were frozen.

A Chinese businessman sat expressionlessly by the window of the carriage, holding a revolver in his hand and facing them.

The speed of the carriage suddenly increased again.

Protection depends entirely on heaven, and refuge depends entirely on fate.

"Eh? Don't you know very well? And you said you're not interested in politics?"

"Are you racing?" Chen Jianqiu looked at little Astor sitting opposite and frowned.

He pointed to the mud spots on his clothes.

The carriage finally caught up again.

First, New York City explicitly prohibits racing events on the streets, which is both disturbing and dangerous.

Plainclothes didn't know what to say for a moment.

On the way back.

Little Astor's carriage once again passed one body space.

Not to be outdone, the groom of the other carriage also began to beat his own two horses.

Chen Jianqiu returned the revolver in his hand to Holiday.

He looked at the Chinese man who was patting the dirt on his mink coat.

The scenery outside the window recedes quickly.

"Why do I feel that the carriage is getting faster and faster?" Holiday was also a little strange.

Little Holiday nodded repeatedly, but he suddenly realized something.

"Aster! Your carriage is too slow, it's time to change horses!" A young man who was also fashionably dressed poked his head out of the carriage window and shouted in this direction.

"Forget it, right?" Little Astor scratched his head, "Many wealthy young men in New York think this is very exciting and handsome."

However, their grooms seemed to disagree.

Chen Jianqiu estimated that if this continues, sooner or later one of the two cars, or both cars, will overturn, causing the car to be destroyed and everyone to be killed.

Chen Jianqiu felt a little sorry for the coat he was wearing.

This carriage looks less beautiful and luxurious than Astor's.

All the civilians in the crowd who had not yet moved suddenly ran out.

Holiday didn't say anything. He always felt that his boss's focus was a bit strange.

This dress was newly bought by him.

"The groom will increase the speed on his own, we don't need to worry about it."

"Border Detective Agency? Okay, I remember it." Cleveland put the card into his pocket, expressed his thanks again, and got into a carriage on the side of the square under the protection of plainclothes officers.

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"No, although the election competition is fierce, both sides have their own rules and bottom lines and will not break through them. Doing this is equivalent to overturning the table." Chen Jianqiu said while looking out the carriage window.

Holiday, who followed shortly after, cut off the man's arms and put a gun to his head.

"Aster, do you know how to wash this coat?" Chen Jianqiu approached little Astor and asked with a shy face.

Chen Jianqiu suddenly remembered that the Astor family made their fortune by selling furs.

He bent down and picked up the silver lighter from the ground, and handed it back to little Astor who came over.

Little Astor has always wanted to discuss today's attack in Union Square with Chen Jianqiu and Holiday.

Because at this time, another carriage would appear outside the window from time to time.

If the eggs that flew just now didn't surprise him too much, then the gun that slipped under his feet really scared him into a cold sweat.

Unexpectedly, I ran too fast just now, splashing muddy water on the ground and getting myself covered in it.

He considered giving little Asterby a middle finger and walking away or something.

Cleveland calmly picked up the revolver from the ground and handed it to a plainclothes man.

Some of them ran towards Chen Jianqiu, while others squeezed into the inner circle.

Secondly, given the current poor wheels and road conditions, your butt will be smashed and the car will fall apart.

"It's okay, just leave it to me later. I can help you handle it." Little Astor agreed, "Let's go back to my carriage."

The plainclothes officers dispersed the crowd and escorted the two suspects into the carriage.

His face was full of sarcasm.

This man's dress looks like that of a nouveau riche.

The upstart boy honestly retracted his head into his carriage, and his coachman also stopped driving the carriage.

The man who took out the gun felt a sweet taste in his throat, staggered two steps forward, and fell directly into the crowd.

Soon there were not many people left in the square.

This is not the first time since he came to New York that he has taught people in the "civilized" world how Westerners solve problems.

Soon, the upstart and his carriage disappeared from Chen Jianqiu's eyes.

He saw Chen Jianqiu winking at him and quickly understood the boss's intention.

He quickly walked up to Chen Jianqiu and Cleveland, and took out his ID from his clothes:

"Mr. Cleveland, I'm a detective from the Border Detective Agency, and I happened to be passing by here." He handed a card to the presidential candidate's hand.

Two more days passed.

Chen Jianqiu got up in the morning and was going to Astoria to pick up his mink coat.

However, as soon as he entered the door, little Astor greeted him.

"Chen, Mr. Cleveland, the governor of New York State, wants to find you."

(End of chapter)