America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 27 The Destruction of the Patrick Gang
Fighting in cramped and dimly lit places, the most important thing is to hide your position and find out where others are.

Firepower?Firepower is of course important. If you give a cannon, then why not hide, just blast the opposite bunker to pieces.

This is not nothing.

This is Chen Jianqiu's intuition, just like his skill, he obviously has no memory, but when he encounters a similar scene, he can always respond immediately, sometimes even his muscles move before his brain.

But now, Tom revealed his position for the first time, and has no plans to change it for the time being.

So Chen Jianqiu planned to kill this reckless guy first.

But judging from what this young man meant, he planned to kill his titular employer—Browning first.

"boom"

He fired another shot at the table lying on the floor, and the bullet hit the table, piercing a hole in the table, and beside the hole was a shivering Browning.

Chen Jianqiu tried to aim at the corner where Tom was, but he couldn't see anything except the gun barrel.

He shook off the revolver of the revolver in his hand, and found that there was no bullet in it.

This gun was originally made by Mexicans, produced by Remington, with a bullet caliber of 11.17mm, and it has been modified with a high probability. The caliber is larger than the average revolver, and the power is also greater, so just cut off half of the beard. The head is no surprise either.

But the problem is that this also means that the bullets in Chen Jianqiu's hands are useless.

He threw away the revolver and began to search around. His eyes stopped in Browning's direction, to be precise, the rifle behind him.

Chen Jianqiu gestured in the direction of Asuka and Xiao En, and both of them nodded to show that they understood.

"boom."

The gun fired again, and this time the bullet flew directly past Browning's scalp. The hapless gunsmith tried to run, but his legs would not obey him at all.

There was a "click" from the corner behind the stairs.

Tom is changing bullets.

At this moment, Chen Jianqiu jumped out from the cover. He rolled onto the ground behind Browning, picked up the rifle on the ground, and stood up halfway without making any adjustments. The direction facing the stairs was a gun.

There was only a muffled groan, and a body limply tilted out from behind the stairs and fell to the ground.

It was Tom, the bullet tore his lung and pierced his chest.

At the same time, two gunshots sounded at the same time, and the shot hit the place where Chen Jianqiu had rolled, smashing the floor, leaving a bullet hole and splashing a cloud of dust.

"Good luck." Chen Jianqiu smacked his lips, just now he shot towards the position behind the barrel, if the owner of the gun was aiming, that position should be his head.Unexpectedly, the accuracy of the head was still a little bit off, and it was tilted to the chest.

But the same goal by different routes, the goal was achieved after all, Tom fell down, I don't know if he died or not, anyway, he has no fighting power for a while.

The other side began to retaliate and counterattack frantically. A fat woman appeared behind the bar. She held up a shotgun and was about to shoot at the wooden table. Iron beads.

The guns of Asuka and Sean also went off, the fat woman fired hastily, and hid in the bar again.

"Help, brother, help me." Browning forced his voice to stabilize, "I can't move my legs."

He knew that if he didn't find a better place to hide, he would either be directly sprayed to death by the sprayers or killed by stray bullets.

Chen Jianqiu originally wanted to tell him: We have never met each other in life, and you are not a big beauty who is shy and shameless.I just took a fancy to the gun behind you, and I don't have much interest in your true self.

But he still didn't say it.

People are tough.

He grabbed Browning by the back collar, and while the fat woman and Brinton were temporarily suppressed, he turned over the dining table and ran under the bar.

This is the real black under the lamp.

After all, the firepower of the revolver was not as strong as that of the spear, and Asuka and Xiao En soon lost the wind and were pushed back to the corner.

When the fat woman finished loading the bullet again and poked her head out of the bar with the gun in hand, she found that the hall in front of her was empty.

"Scrap! Come out!" The fat woman was furious, and within 10 minutes, there were only two people left on her side, oh, no, three, and a Mexican lying half dead on the ground.

"Ellie! Go and drag Santos back!" Brinton's voice came from behind a cabinet next to the window, "I'll cover you!"

The fat woman arched her body and slowly walked towards the Mexican lying on the ground.

Asuka and Sean poked their heads out to shoot, but they were blocked by Brinton's bullets.

The fat woman sprayed again at the wooden dining table. She saw no blood and was not sure if the Chinese and Browning were still behind the table.

She came to the edge of the bar, and the Mexican was only three or four paces away.

After hesitating for a moment, she rushed out anyway.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Just as her hand was about to touch the Mexican, she suddenly felt another chill behind her.

She turned her head and saw Chen Jianqiu squatting outside the bar, and his black muzzle.

"boom!"

The gun rang out, and the fat woman was shot in the forehead. At this distance, even an immortal would not be able to survive.

What a bad habit, didn't the person who taught you how to shoot a gun tell you to search thoroughly?

Chen Jianqiu glanced at the woman's body, ejected the cartridge case, pushed a new bullet into the magazine, and shouted in Brinton's direction.

"Bro, surrender, four against one, you're out of the game."

There was no answer from the cabinet.

Chen Jianqiu raised his gun and aimed at the location where Brinton was hiding. Asuka and Xiao En came out from the corner and surrounded the cabinet.

Suddenly there was a "crash", as if the glass of the window was shattered, and then, a figure flashed by the window.

The three of them rushed directly to the cabinet.

There was a big hole in the window next to the cabinet, and through the big hole, Brinton was seen running into the heavy rain.

Chen Jianqiu fired several shots from the hole, but they missed.

He turned around and picked up Browning who was still sitting on the ground, and straightened his clothes for him.

"Mr. Browning, I am sorry to have surprised you."

Polite and gentleman as always.

This made it impossible for Browning to connect the person in front of him with the devil who blew their heads off in an instant.

He tried to stand up straight: "Um, what's your name? Chen?"

"Yes, just call me Chen."

"Can you escort me to Montrose? I will pay accordingly."

Chen Jianqiu froze for a moment, and then looked at Browning with a playful look: "What if we are really wanted criminals as the bounty hunter said?"

He took a step forward, his eyes fixed on Browning.

Browning felt an unprecedented pressure. He restrained his desire to run away and said: "I am a designer, but I am also a businessman. I would rather make a deal than wait here to die."

He pointed to the bodies of the bodyguards strewn about on the ground: "They are dead. If I am alone, I can't get out of this mountain."

"You can ask for a price. Although my family and I are not particularly rich, we can still afford some."

Chen Jianqiu shook his head: "We don't plan to take your money, but when we arrive at Montrose, provide us with a certificate and guarantee. In addition, we have some gold in our hands. Can you exchange some for us?"

Browning nodded.

……

Brinton Patrick ran wildly in the rain in a panic, and did not stop to catch his breath until he was sure that the three people in the hotel behind him were not chasing him.

He hid under a tree in a daze, trembling all over, drenched in the rain, and terrified.

What kind of monsters are they?

A group of myself planned the robbery carefully, with the purpose of buying Browning's gun and the money in the car, but the three people led by the Chinese did it easily and he was the only one left.

No more, the Patrick Gang no longer exists.

Fortunately, his life is still alive.

"Head, is it this person?"

A group of people appeared in front of Brinton on horseback, like ghosts.

"It seems that our 'prey' is on a killing spree again." A man carrying a rifle looked at Brinton with a half-smile, "Boss, this man seems to have a bounty."

"I don't care about the goals other than the employer's mission. I hope you will do the same after you join Pinkerton." The leader, the hook-nosed man wearing a bowler hat, only left a word before driving away.

Brinton turned and ran.

With a "bang" gunshot, he lost half of his head and fell to the ground.

The man who fired the gun put the rifle back on his shoulder, with a hint of excitement on his face.

"interesting."

(End of this chapter)