America 1881: They Call Me Legend

4 Jailbreak
The light that came in through the small daylighting window on the ceiling of the basement gradually became dim and weak, until finally it completely disappeared and it was pitch black.

The door of the basement was opened once, and a guard who had never seen before came down and hung a dim lantern, and threw a small piece of bread as hard as a stone to each of the three people locked in the cell.

"I wish you a good dream last night." The guard dropped the last sentence, closed the basement door, and took the ladder away.

Chen Jianqiu lay on the bench without moving his posture, but his ears kept paying attention to the movement upstairs.

At first there were a few people chatting about everything from two idiots fighting with dung forks on a nearby farm to the latest widow of unknown origin in town, until someone suggested that they should go for a drink, and the voices gradually died down , only the sound of one person pacing back and forth remained.

After an unknown amount of time, the pacing also stopped.

Chen Jianqiu sat up, lightly tapped on the iron railing, and signaled the black buddies to start working.

After Xiao En fumbled for a while, the lock was opened with a "click".And then, he once again proved his professionalism. After a while, the locks of Chen Jianqiu and Asuka's cell, together with the bracelets and anklets of the three of them, all fell to the ground.

Sean stepped on Asuka's shoulder, raised his hands, and carefully pushed against the basement door.

The top wouldn't open, the door was locked from above.

Chen Jianqiu patted Xiao En's leg, motioned for him to come down first, and then whispered something in their ears.

first floor at the moment

The guard who stayed on duty was putting his feet up on the table, reading today's newspaper, and muttering and cursing his colleagues for their wolf-heartedness.

He doesn't have a share in drinking and gambling, and picks him for dirty work.

Suddenly, there was a "dong" sound from the basement.

"Damn it, what the hell are these bloody bastards doing?" The guard suffocated his anger. He took out his horsewhip from the drawer, carried the lantern, and prepared to go down to make some memory for these three bastards before they died.

He opened the basement door and lowered the ladder.Put the lamp down, and poked the probe down.

"Boys, let Daddy teach you how to be a prisoner honestly!"

Then, he saw a pair of white eyes and a crescent-like white arc of light.

The guards were dragged down with a lamp. One held his legs, another locked his arms, and another directly covered his mouth and nose.

After struggling desperately for several minutes, the guard stopped moving.

Asuka tested his breath, pressed his pulse, and signaled to Chen Jianqiu that the guard was dead.He dragged the body into the cage, and threw it flat on the bench.

Chen Jianqiu climbed up the ladder lightly, leaned against the wall and walked quietly to the corner of the stairs on the second floor and looked up.

There was no movement, and the security station really only had the guard who had just been killed by them.

The heart is really big, is the law and order in the west too good?Or the miners in this town are too honest on weekdays.

He looked back and saw Asuka following him.

"Let's go." Asuka said.

"Where's Sean?" Chen Jianqiu suddenly noticed that the black man had disappeared, and asked back.

The two retreated from the second floor, only to find that the door of the sheriff's office was open. The black buddy was pressing his ear against a safe behind the sheriff's seat, and was turning the knob with the other hand.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and leave?" Asuka was a little anxious and wanted to go over to pull Xiao En.

"Shh, don't talk." Sean put his index finger on his lips, and made a silent gesture to Asuka.

The two looked at Chen Jianqiu at the same time. Obviously, they had already agreed that Chen Jianqiu was the commander of this temporary three-member team.

Jianqiu thought for a while, and stopped Asuka.He glanced at the clock in the hall, and then said to Asuka, "Go and collect the guns and bullets, we will leave in five minutes."

Asuka nodded and walked away quickly.

"Are you sure you can handle this?" Chen Jianqiu walked to the table and asked in a low voice.

Sean didn't answer, he listened intently to the spring in the safe lock.But after a while, there was only a "da" sound, and the number in the first circle was correct.

Chen Jianqiu lamented the simplicity of safes in the 19th century, turned around and walked to the desk in the sheriff's office, pulled out the drawer, and began to look through the things in the drawer.

In the leftmost drawer were a bottle of wine and a pack of cigarettes. He picked up the cigarettes and stuffed them into the pocket of his vest. Then he opened the lid of the wine and leaned his nose against it to smell it. The aroma of nuts and cereals, and then looked at the label on the bottle.

"Kentucky bourbon?" He resisted the urge to take a sip, put the wine on the table, and opened the middle drawer.

The drawers were strewn with miscellaneous clippings from the California Star to the Nevada Herald.But without exception, they are all advocating that Chinese laborers have encroached on the job opportunities of local workers and should be expelled.Chen Jianqiu picked up one of them, and there was a cartoon printed on it, a white American with a tall hat kicking the ass of a Chinese with braids.

When did hard work become a reason to be persecuted?
He threw back the newspaper clipping in his hand, and finally opened the rightmost drawer.

A book lay quietly in the drawer, Chen Jianqiu picked it up, a photo slipped out of the book, he picked it up and looked at it carefully, it was a group photo of several men at the entrance of the tavern.

He quickly found the coal mine owner and Sheriff Morris among the two rows of people. They were all in uniform at this time, and they looked about 3 or 40 years old.

"It turns out that they have known each other for a long time." Chen Jianqiu stuffed the photo back into the notebook, ready to open the notebook to see what was written in it.But he heard a "boom", and he turned around. It turned out that Sean had already searched the safe and closed the door.

"What was found inside?"

Xiao En shrugged, and handed Chen Jianqiu a few US dollar bills, which looked about ten dollars, but Chen Jianqiu didn't take them, but stared at his face.

The black man was a little scared by him, and quickly handed him a buckskin bag: "Uh, and this."

Chen Jianqiu did not move, still staring at the black man.

"Brother, there is really nothing else." The black man trembled.

"Keep the money first." Chen Jianqiu took the deerskin bag with a calm voice. He reached into the bag and pulled out a paper-like thing made of unknown material.

The black man murmured in his heart, he had stolen ten dollars and chased him desperately before, how could he become so generous now?

Chen Jianqiu didn't look at him again, but unfolded the things in his hands.The material of the thing is very soft, somewhat yellowed, even crumpled.There is a picture sketched on it, which seems to be depicting some kind of scene.

He was about to take a closer look when he heard the sound of flying birds next to him.

"It's human skin." Asuka held two long guns in his hands, a revolver in his waist, and his bow and arrow and the ax on his back.

"A rifle, a shotgun, and a revolver from the man we killed." Asuka put the gun and bullets on the table.

Chen Jianqiu looked at the gun on the table.This rifle is Springfield 1861, an explosive model in the Civil War. The shotgun is a double-barreled, model is Colt 1878. Strictly speaking, it is a shotgun with a middle-fold breech loading, strong firepower and precision. Worrying.

If the body's martial arts and physical reactions are the instinctive reactions of this body, then this body seems to have never shot a gun before, at least he didn't feel it; marksmanship.

Chen Jianqiu put the human skin back into his pocket, and conveniently stuffed the small book he found in the drawer into it.

He lost the rifle to the Indian and the revolver to the black.

Sean held the gun as if holding a soldering iron, and threw the gun back in a hurry, shaking his head like a rattle: "Hey, boss, I don't know how to use a gun."

Without saying anything, Chen Jianqiu inserted the revolver back into his waist, and picked up the double-barreled shotgun.

"set off!"

(End of this chapter)