America 1881: They Call Me Legend

The University of Denver is located at the foot of the beautiful Rocky Mountains. Looking out from the campus, you can see the towering snow-capped mountains that are covered with snow all year round.

The campus is not close to the city, but the scenery along the way is pleasant.

But Chen Jianqiu was not in the mood to enjoy the scenery along the way. He whipped his horse and galloped away in the direction of the University of Denver.

With Lockhart dead, Holmes, who had a close relationship with Lockhart, became a lost cause. Even if Pinkerton's people didn't kill him, in the eyes of other people who coveted the treasure, he was still a sweetheart.

cake.

And if I lose this person who may solve the mystery, I will really be in trouble.

Asuka and Sean followed closely behind, fully armed. Along with them, there was the young man who was sent to inquire about Holmes.

Zhang Danian and others originally wanted to follow, but according to Chen Jianqiu's wishes, firstly, they did not have enough weapons, and secondly, their horses could not keep up with Chen Jianqiu.

So Chen Jianqiu only took this young man with him.

The young man's name is He Hongsheng. He used to be a helper in the laundry in Chinatown. During the riots last year, the laundry where he worked was smashed to pieces. The man was knocked to the ground with a stick. Zhang Danian knocked him to the ground.

He was dragged out of the rubble and his life was saved.

After they arrived near the Denver school, He Hongsheng trotted and ran into the school alone to inquire about the whereabouts of Holmes.

After a while, he ran out.

"Someone saw him not long ago. He came out of the library, and then he seemed to follow two people to the woods to the south."

"Quick!" Chen Jianqiu pulled He Hongsheng onto the horse.

They soon saw the cabin, saw several horses parked outside the cabin, and heard Hernandez roaring in the house.

He got off his horse and shouted into the house, his voice like a loud bell.

Hearing the sound outside the door, Hernandez waved his hand, and his men responded quickly.

Two people lurked behind the bar, three people hid in the corner of the room, and one person leaned behind the door, ready to shoot anyone in the back at any time.

The remaining person was leaning against the window, observing the situation outside the window.

"Boss, there are only four of us. Three of them have weapons in their hands. They seem to be the three new ones on the bounty list."

"What about the weapons they have?" Hernandez sat firmly at the table. "Is Adam, the God of Death, here?"

Before his men could answer, Holmes, who was sitting opposite him, spoke first.

"Hey, Mr. Hernandez, if you don't mind, can I sit somewhere else?"

The place where he sat was close to the door, within the shooting angle of everyone in the room, especially the one at the door. A slight miss would have taken advantage of him.

He also knew the behavior of the three people outside the door. If they really rushed in later, he wouldn't even have time to hide under the table.

"Shut up!" the moody Hernandez gave him a slap in the face.

Holmes was whipped like a spinning top and was dizzy.

The man who was observing by the window could no longer bear it. He quietly stretched out the barrel of his gun, hoping to surprise the leading Chinese outside.

"Boom!"

There was a gunshot, and the man by the window fell backwards, with a bullet hole in his head.

Suddenly there was loud gunfire inside and outside the house, and bullets were flying everywhere.

After a while, the gunfire outside the house stopped.

"Boss, they seem to be silent." A subordinate said to Hernandez.

"Stop, stop all of you." He gestured to his men, motioning for them to observe.

The men hid behind the window and carefully looked outside.

"Boss, boss, they all seem to be missing." He turned to Hernandez with a look of disbelief.

The old Mexicans would not believe that the people outside would retreat, and most likely they were hiding.

Chen Jianqiu and the others are really hiding.

They retreated into the woods outside the cabin and each found a bunker.

Chen Jianqiu blew the smoke from the muzzle of Colt's gun. The man at the window just died under his gun. It seemed that the training during this period was still effective. After all, that man's head was bigger than Adam's bottle.

He quietly pulled He Hongsheng to his side and whispered something in his ear. He Hongsheng looked in disbelief. Chen Jianqiu patted him on the shoulder and helped him onto the black carrot.

The black radish flew away.

"Boss, let's rush out and kill them. There are many of us." The man hiding at the door gently opened the door.

A bullet immediately followed, passed through the crack in the door, and hit the wall of the wooden house.

"Come on, they only have three guns, seven of us, rush out and kill them directly." Hernandez shouted.

When everyone was shouting, each one was more fierce than the other, but when it came time to go out, they were all looking at each other. They were tough gangsters, but the guns on the opposite side were a bit accurate. The first one to rush out would most likely be killed.

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No one wants to die, right?

Hernandez was a little agitated for no reason. There were seven people on his side, but he was surrounded by three.

"Friends outside, we don't know each other and have no grudges. Why do you just kill us?" He squatted under the window and shouted outside.

no respond.

The old man simply spread his arms and said: "The person you want is in my hands now. If you don't mind, we can talk. You have a plan and we have people. We can cooperate. If you force me to kill him, everyone

Nothing is gained."

"Then do it. We don't want more people to share the money." Chen Jianqiu's voice floated in from outside.

Holmes had just woken up from dizziness and almost fainted from anger when he heard these words.

As Hernandez spoke, he directed his men to move to the window and the door respectively. He planned to come out of the door and window at the same time, with the people behind covering him, and kill them as soon as the other side showed their heads.

Three people surrounding seven people, why? He has also lived a life of licking blood on the edge of a knife for decades, and he cannot afford to lose this kind of person when he goes out.

Just as he was about to take the lead and jump out of the window first, another voice rang.

"Old man, have you forgotten where that wound on your chest came from? Do you want me to help you remember it?"

Hernandez's body trembled when he heard the deep voice.

Five years ago, he led his brothers to stop a carriage on Route 66. At that time, Route 66 was still a dirt road traveled by carriages, and countless people traveled along this road to California.

But when they opened the door of the carriage, the man in the carriage killed six of them instantly, while he himself was shot through the chest with a bullet while escaping.

Although he later saved his life, the scar remained there forever.

That man was the "Adam of Death" who later became famous.

Chen Jianqiu turned his head and saw Adam leaning behind a tree, his old horse lowering its head and gnawing grass on the ground in the forest.

"Didn't you lie down on the table?" Chen Jianqiu was a little confused.

This person clearly looks drunk every time, why does he follow me so soon?

Adam folded his arms in front of his chest and patted his arm with the "Peacemaker" in his hand.

"Would you like me to go in and help you take care of this bunch of rubbish?" he asked in a low voice, not like a hungover person at all.

"There may be casualties if we go in like this." Chen Jianqiu shook his head. It wasn't that he didn't believe in the fighting ability of the man in front of him. After all, he was still very reliable when he was sober.

"I was just joking. They blocked the door and there was nothing I could do." The next second, Adam's dignity fell to the floor.

"It's okay." Chen Jianqiu checked his gun and looked confident.

"I called the police."