America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Danny pressed down on Chen Jianqiu like a mountain. He used his head to hold the Chinese under him, using his weight to suppress him, while using his other hand to touch the gun at his waist.

Chen Jianqiu fell on his back, feeling like he had been hit by a sledgehammer on his chest. He saw Danny touching the gun, held Danny's head with his left hand, swung his right elbow, and aimed his elbow at the back of his head.

This elbow hit Danny on the back of the head like a wrench. This blow was very serious. If it were an ordinary person, he would have passed out long ago. In more serious cases, he may only be able to move from the neck up for the rest of his life.

However, Danny's vision just went dark and he felt a little dizzy. He shook his golden-haired head.

Chen Jianqiu took the opportunity to pull out his foot, flew up, and kicked the gun that had been drawn out of Danny's hand.

He took advantage of Danny's confusion, adjusted his body shape, locked his legs around the sergeant's waist, and reached for the revolver at his waist.

Unexpectedly, Danny had recovered. He noticed Chen Jianqiu's movements, and his strong arms clasped his hand.

He planned to pry Chen Jianqiu's fingers apart one by one.

Chen Jianqiu's right hand was wrestling with the police chief, and his left hand was not idle either, punching him on the temple.

The police sergeant received two punches and began to see stars again, and had to raise his other hand to protect his head.

The right hand wrestling has entered the most critical stage.

Sweat flowed from Chen Jianqiu's forehead.

He gritted his teeth, and the veins on his neck popped out, and Danny on top of him was no better, his face turned red,

This man was as strong as a bear, and he either had to pull out a gun and point it at his head, or he had to distance himself from him as quickly as possible.

"Card."

The revolver in Chen Jianqiu's hand could no longer withstand the strength of the two men. The bullet chamber flew out and the bullets fell to the ground.

He let go of his hand, tilted his neck back, and then hit the sergeant in the face with a headbutt.

Danny's head was hit hard in turn in a short period of time, and there was already a big gash in the corner of his eyebrow. Blood flowed out from the wound, staining his face all over.

This makes him look a little ferocious.

In order to prevent his head from being hit hard again, his head was arched in like a bull.

Chen Jianqiu had his hands free at this time. He tried to wrap one arm around the sergeant's neck to make him lose his fighting ability immediately.

But he was surprised to find that Danny's neck was short and thick, and his back muscles were well developed, so he couldn't succeed for a while.

The police sergeant, whose face was covered with blood, roared again and stood up. He tightly wrapped his arms around Chen Jianqiu's legs, picked up the Chinese man wrapped around him, and threw him to the ground with all his strength.

Chen Jianqiu saw that the situation was not good. If he fell down, his spine would be broken.

In desperation, he gave Danny another elbow on the back of the head.

This time, blood flowed from the sergeant's nose. He lowered his head, grabbed Chen Jianqiu and rushed forward.

"Wow!"

The two rushed to the alley opposite the hotel and bumped into a carriage parked there.

The carriage was knocked apart and its two wheels rolled aside.

Fortunately, the harness of the carriage had been untied and the horses were brought into the stable, otherwise the two horses would have suffered as well.

There was another cloud of dust on the ground.

Danny stood up from the ruins, his face illuminated by the light from the alley.

It's all blood.

Opposite him, Chen Jianqiu had taken the opportunity to distance himself from him.

A trace of blood smelled in his throat. He took a deep breath and suppressed it.

There was a dagger in his hand.

Sheriff Danny walked to the broken carriage, grabbed the door of the carriage with both hands, and with one force, he removed the entire door and held it in his hand like a shield.

His face, also illuminated by the light from the alley, was half bright and half shadowed.

"Are you still going to fight?" Chen Jianqiu didn't want to explain anything at all now. He felt that the man in front of him had some mental problems. The anger of an honest man was really terrible. Even if he had spared his hands, he would have been beaten to death on the street.

Now unless his wife comes over immediately to hold him back or beat him down, he won't be able to hear anything.

But by the way, where has Teresa gone?

Teresa was also very anxious. She watched her husband and her savior rush out of the door together, fighting in a ball.

"Danny! Don't do it! They saved me!" she shouted into the street.

But her husband turned a deaf ear and only wanted to tear the man in front of him who kidnapped his wife into pieces.

She rushed forward to start a fight, but was stopped by Adam:

"You can't stop these two from fighting."

Theresa couldn't care less about this. She turned around and was about to rush in the direction of the two of them, but a voice sounded behind her.

"No one is allowed to move! If any of you touches, I will beat him to death!"

Hanif pointed his gun at Holmes' head, and the geologist looked helpless.

Except for the three people who knew him, everyone else present looked at him with doubts, including Theresa at the door.

…

At the entrance of Phelps Manor, Clark looked intoxicated at the corpses strewn about the manor and the walls riddled with bullet holes.

The gate of the manor had been broken into pieces, and the bodies lying on the ground were mostly members of the Phelps family.

Several houses behind the main building were already burning with blazing flames. The firelight reflected half of the night sky in the manor and shone on Clark's face, making him feel very comfortable.

Fred Phelps, you're done, damn, you're finally done.

He excitedly wanted to dance at the door of the manor, but a mounted policeman came out of the three-story building and walked towards him:

"Mr. Luckfield, Officer Fultz calls you in."

Clark straightened his clothes, put on a worried look, and followed the mounted policeman into the house.

He was taken to the bedroom on the second floor. The door of the bedroom had been smashed into a big hole, the mirror on the wall was smashed to pieces, the furniture was scattered on the ground, and daily necessities were scattered all over the floor.

The girls of the Phelps family were locked in a room opposite, letting out bursts of heartbreaking cries.

In the bedroom, Fred Phelps and his two sons were tied and kneeling on the floor.

Fultz stood by the window with his hands behind his back, holding a piece of paper.

"Where are those four people?" Fultz's voice was gloomy.

"I don't know which four people you are talking about." Fred lowered his head with a sneer on his lips, "Fultz, I heard that you are the most righteous person in Colorado. Are you the most righteous murderer?"

"Where are those people?" Fultz repeated his words.

Fred noticed someone standing at the door of the bedroom. He raised his head and saw Clark's face.

He looked at the piece of paper in Fultz's hand again, suddenly understood something, and laughed loudly.

"Clark, it turns out it's you. I should have thought it was you. I naively thought you would be willing to make peace."

Clark's expression did not change at all. He grabbed Fred's collar and shouted: "Quickly tell me, where are those wanted criminals!"

Fred just kept laughing wildly and turned a blind eye to Clark's questions.

"boom."

His head was blown, and it was Fultz who fired the shot.

The mounted policemen around him were a little surprised. This officer seemed to have changed since he came back from the valley last time, and he had become a stranger to them.

When Clark saw his opponent dying, he was so ecstatic that he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

But before the arc was formed, it stopped abruptly.

Because there was a gun pressed against his head.

Fultz leaned into his ear and his voice sounded like he was asking for his life: "I actually know what tricks you are playing, but I don't care. I only care about one thing now. Where are those people?"

Clark felt his heart stop and said hurriedly: "I just received the news that they may be in Pitkin County."

Fultz set off with his mounted policemen, and they left the manor. The three-story building also began to be engulfed in flames.

Clark led his cowboys at the front, Fultz's mounted policemen followed, and at the end of the team was a carriage.

The carriage is equipped with a brand-new multi-barreled weapon-the Gatling gun, also called the Gatling gun.