America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 377 Night attack on logging camp (3500 words)

Chen Jianqiu rushed to Hanif's residence on flying horses.

"Quickly call all detectives in San Francisco and bring weapons!"

He walked into the house and said to Hanif.

Hanif said nothing, nodded and went out.

Everyone had just finished lunch and were chatting. Seeing Chen Jianqiu's face, no one dared to ask more questions.

Finally, Camilla walked up behind Chen Jianqiu who was standing by the window and asked softly:

"What happened?"

"Huang Qingyun took people to Arcata for negotiations." Chen Jianqiu took a deep breath.

He didn't know the private relationship between the Knights of Labor and the local militia, but his intuition was always accurate.

Huang Qingyun's trip is probably going to be very bad.

The quarrel between the Militia and the Knights of Labor came to an abrupt end.

As for the incomplete and shapeless pieces on the ground, he couldn't even imagine what they were.

He grabbed the lame man's hair and dragged him towards the big tent in the center of the camp.

The pipe-smoking man kept talking like he was pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.

Anyone who kills members of my clan! I will kill them all!

In San Francisco, horses are actually not allowed to gallop on the roads.

When his eyes opened again, there was a raging fire burning inside them.

What came at any moment was a volley of fire from the detectives of the Border Detective Agency.

"Take a group of people and set up a Maxim on the road from the town to the camp. As soon as someone comes to support you, sweep it away." Chen Jianqiu glanced at the two carriages behind him, "The other one will follow me to the camp."

"When did it happen?" Chen Jianqiu asked calmly.

He leaned against a bucket and complained: "Which road is this on? Could it be some gangster nearby?"

Chen Jianqiu was wearing a dark red leather coat and stood at the exit of the woods.

"Go back to your house if you don't want to die!" Hanif shouted.

Under the weak firelight, he saw that the tent cloth was spattered with blood.

Chen Jianqiu said nothing.

The two teams set off separately.

"There are enemies!" The pipe-smoking man came out of the tent. He held a gun in his hand and looked for the direction of the bullet in the darkness.

"We figured it out. We followed Xiao Liuzi and found the camp. It's still in the same place." Hanif took a breath and said.

His roar did not stop these people from moving forward.

"You all have a share in killing Huang Qingyun and Lao Qi, right?" Chen Jianqiu sat on the tree stump, staring intently at the people in front of him.

"Boss Chen, Master Huang, Master Huang is gone."

Several horses were galloping towards the apartment.

At this time, the only option was to find Hanif, the California head of the Border Detective Agency, and ask him to convey the news to Chen Jianqiu as soon as possible.

Thirty-eight strokes in total.

At the same time, the guns in the hands of Maxim and the detectives on Hanif's side also fired.

The town in the distance had almost no light and was completely dark.

The firelight shone on half of his face, illuminating him like a demon.

But He Sanshui and Xiao Liuzi didn't care at all. After they came out of Arcata, they traveled day and night towards San Francisco.

Chen Jianqiu moved his cervical spine and raised the ax again.

"Let everyone rest outside the town for a while. When it gets dark, we will go into the town to arrest people."

"A week ago."

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" The pipe-smoking man was so frightened that he could not speak incoherently.

His face was as calm as water, but his chest was exploding like thunder.

"I don't know, I know the Knights of Labor. They asked us to expel the Chinese in Arcata, and then used this to kidnap important personnel from the San Francisco Chamber of Commerce, either forcing the Chinese to gather in crowds to resist, or demanding a large sum of money!"

These people were escorted in front of Chen Jianqiu.

These detectives were divided into two groups. One group was non-Chinese detectives, mainly experienced members hired locally; the second group was Chinese detectives, these people were mainly from Roswell.

At the camp on the other side, many people emerged from the woods.

In the dark night, he couldn't see clearly how many people were on the opposite side, but he just pointed his gun at the flashing fire place at the entrance of the town.

"Da da da"

"Go tell the news to the people at the guild hall and talk about it. The Border Detective Agency will pick it up."

He screamed like a pussy.

Residents here are unwilling to spend more money to light lights.

"He killed him, he shot him with a black gun!" Pipe Man nuzzled his lips towards the lame man desperately.

Several horses came in front of Chen Jianqiu. He Sanshui rolled off the horse and fell in front of Chen Jianqiu, with a crying voice:

The lame man's screams became weaker and weaker and gradually stopped, but the sound of the ax chopping did not stop.

The militiamen took their guns, put on their clothes and rushed out of the house, holding torches and rushing towards the camp.

By the time Chen Jianqiu and others arrived at Arcata, the sun was already setting in the west.

The woodland around the camp in the dark night suddenly became as bright as daytime.

He turned on shooter mode.

These two machines are fixed on the carriage.

Not long after, several figures appeared at the corner of the woods and trotted over.

"Boss, what are we going to do now?" Hanif asked.

His jaw was broken together with the food he just put into his mouth.

Chen Jianqiu led the detectives and quickly broke into the camp.

He pulled the trigger.

Fear gradually crept into the hearts of the militiamen.

Sure enough, gunshots rang out here, and there was a reaction from the other side of the town.

All of a sudden, four or five people fell beside the fire.

Ten minutes later, Chen Jianqiu walked out of the tent again.

Everyone from the Border Detective Agency escaped into a forest one kilometer away from the town.

The lame man didn't speak, he just laughed nervously, but his men couldn't help it: "Fart! You didn't shoot?! You were the one who fired the most deadly shots!"

After a while, corpses were strewn around the camp.

It looks like he is next.

A burst of noise spread through the town.

The militia and the Knights of Labor began to accuse each other.

Others began to run around the camp, trying to find themselves a place to hide from the bullets.

When Chen Jianqiu came this time, he brought two Maxim machine guns stored in the Border Detective Agency.

Chen Jianqiu began to control Maxim and started shooting at the people who came out of the woods.

"Boss Chen, what should we do with the rest of them?" asked a Chinese detective.

People who came out of the town retreated one after another.

By the time he was dragged into the tent, the pipe-smoking man was completely frightened by the sight in front of him.

Because they heard the muffled sound of an ax hitting something and the screams of a cripple.

The sound of the machine gun is cold, monotonous and ruthless, and every continuous hit will take away the lives of some people.

The man fell to the ground in response.

At this time, there were only a dozen members of the Knights of Labor and the pipe-smoking man's die-hard militia left in the camp.

The largest gang in the area is now being fired upon in the same camp with you in the name of the Knights of Labor.

"Go and handle a case." Chen Jianqiu said, "Someone killed someone in Arcata."

Under normal circumstances, this was the norm in the American West in the 19th century.

Chen Jianqiu stood with his hands behind his back, no expression on his face.

He Sanshui cried and told Chen Jianqiu what happened.

They have no idea how much happiness and warmth the flames bring them now, and how much death it will bring them later.

After a baptism of bullets, the militiamen's will to fight was quickly shattered.

They suddenly discovered that the firepower on the other side seemed to be far beyond their imagination.

His eyes suddenly fell on the street not far away.

“Everyone, get your weapons,” the pipe-smoking man yelled, “hold the camp!”

Seven or eight people who rushed to the front fell instantly.

"Who is the mastermind behind the scenes?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

Sean subconsciously raised his lips: "Boss, when did they set off?"

The setting sun, which was about to sink into the sea level, shed a ray of blood-colored light on the sea and onto the seaside town of Arcata.

Those who remained in the room exchanged glances with each other.

"There is a lumberyard further into the camp. Workers usually cut wood there, and if necessary, they would use their guns." He pointed to the town not far away. "There are also some militia members living in the town. There is a forest on the other side of the camp.

If there is any movement, we will come."

These words were like a bolt from the blue, striking into Chen Jianqiu's heart.

As soon as the pipe-smoking man finished speaking, Chen Jianqiu's ax fell.

But they saw a familiar figure downstairs in Hanif's apartment.

"Da da da"

They bypassed the town and quickly approached the camp.

Those who dared to come to the western seaside to cut wood were tough people. The loggers continued to charge forward.

Chen Jianqiu asked the carriage carrying Maxim behind him to untie the pole, and then stood on it himself.

The lame man hiding not far from him smiled at him in a sinister way.

At this time, Hanif had already gathered downstairs with Pinkerton's detectives.

The pipe-smoking man was frightened. He struggled to escape, but Chen Jianqiu grabbed his hair again.

Chen Jianqiu slowly closed his eyes.

Hanif never used it, so when he took it out from the warehouse, it was still as good as new.

He adjusted the muzzle of the gun in the direction of the forest.

The battle was brief.

As the number of torches gradually decreases.

They fled in all directions, not even seeing who their enemy was in the darkness.

It was completely dark.

They actually wanted to run away, but they couldn't escape.

Chen Jianqiu put down the rifle in his hand and held Maxim's grip.

Chen Jianqiu didn't say anything. He walked to a tree pillar, bent down and picked up an ax from the ground, and then walked to the lame man.

As a result, Hanif had to continue to order shooting.

"If you include the round trip, there should be news in the next two days." Camilla calculated the time and said.

Chen Jianqiu took a Roswell 1882 from a detective and aimed it at a man wearing an armband next to the fire.

The muscles on his face began to tremble.

Members of the Knights of Labor, militiamen of the vigilante group, or the surrounding lumberjacks, were gathering around the fire in groups of twos and threes, happily grilling meat.

"I, I also know that the cripple's immediate boss is O'Neill. That's all I really know!"

Chen Jianqiu had already seen the fire in the camp.

He was waiting for the people who went out to investigate to come back.

They all came from the lumber camp.

When Chen Jianqiu appeared in the fire again, those people were completely frightened.

He walked towards the pipe-smoking man expressionlessly.

The man in front of me was covered in blood.

Every scream of the cripple cut into their hearts like a sharp knife.

"Forget it, who cares, the people from the town and the lumber camp will come to support in a while." The pipe-smoking man fired several shots into the darkness.

"Bury what should be buried, feed the sharks what should be fed, and burn what should be burned." Chen Jianqiu dropped the ax in his hand.

Perhaps, if it were Pyle, these people would be sent to trial.

But Chen Jianqiu doesn't know how.

He has never said that he is a good person who pays attention to procedural justice.

(End of chapter)