America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 42

"Young master, you can stay here, it's still hidden, most people won't find it." Zhang Danian looked at Chen Jianqiu with full expectation, but Chen Jianqiu was noncommittal.

He just took out a small card from his pocket and handed it to the old man: "Please find someone capable to help me inquire about this person."

Here's Holmes' business card.

Zhang Danian looked at the slip of paper and nodded.

"By the way, just call me Jianqiu." Chen Jianqiu left a sentence and walked out the door.

"Sean!"

The black man was squatting on a field stalk, watching with relish a bitch and a male dog "fighting" when he heard someone calling his name behind him.

He turned his head and saw that it was Chen Jianqiu, so he stood up and walked towards him quickly.

"What's the matter, boss?"

"Go to Denver at night, and help me find out where the Irish people in the lower city mainly live, investigate the terrain, and draw a map."

"Uh, boss, I can't draw." Sean was a little embarrassed.

"It's okay if you can tell me."

"Then I'd better draw." Sean touched his head, no longer haggling.

"By the way, where are Asuka and Adam?" Chen Jianqiu asked suddenly.

"Asuka asked that strong man for a fishing rod and went fishing by the river." Xiao En pointed at Niu San, who saw them looking over and smiled honestly, "Adam? That drunkard? I didn't see him." .”

After Chen Jianqiu explained some details to Xiao En, he asked him to go to Zhang Danian to prepare for the evening.

He circled around the village, and finally found Adam leaning against the side of the chicken coop behind a house.

His hat was on his head, and he was holding the half bottle of Erguotou in his hand.

This guy must have drunk Erguotou as whiskey. After he wakes up, ask him about his acceptance speech.

Chen Jianqiu greeted Niu San, and asked him to find a group of people to carry Adam back to the house.

He was going to find Asuka and discuss the next plan.

……

In an office at the University of Denver.

Dr. Lockhart was having a fit of rage.

Across from his desk sat a man with a hooked nose, and behind him stood two heavily armed Pinkerton agents.

"You promised me to catch those three people as soon as possible, or kill them, but more than a month has passed, and these three people not only failed to catch, but also fled to Colorado! They are obviously coming for me!"

Lockhart was furious. Not long ago, his friend Holmes hurried to find him and discussed with him about the Aztec language.

Of course he knew what those characters represented.

So he lied.But at Holmes' level, no matter how much he obstructed him, he would soon understand the meaning of these characters, and correspondingly, the secret of that treasure map would also be revealed.

"We will protect you." Hooked Nose said slowly.

"Aren't you reputable? Aren't you professional?" Lockhart gasped. "That treasure map is very important. I want you to deal with them immediately."

"Of course we know it's important." Hooked Nose was not affected by his emotions at all, "but we also understand who pays us."

Lockhart suddenly understood the meaning of the hooked nose, but he shuddered when he thought that the three murderers would tie him up at any time, torture him, and if he got an answer or didn't get an answer, he might tear up his ticket.

"I promised your boss that I will go back and start soon, but if you don't solve those three people, I will consider changing a partner. There are many people who are interested in this treasure map." Lockhart's words faintly With a hint of threat.

"Did you tell other people?" The hooked nose looked playfully.

"I'm not sure if I will." Lockhart knew he was slipping, and gave an ambiguous answer.

Hooked Nose dusted off his suit, stood up, picked up the bowler hat from Lockhart's desk, and put it on his head.

"We'll take care of your problems, Doctor."

Hooked Nose walked out of the doctor's office, and the detective waiting outside came up.

"Have those three arrived in Denver yet?" Hooked Nose asked.

"After leaving the mountain, it seems to have evaporated, and we are still looking for their whereabouts."

"What about the other bounty hunters?"

"It seems that besides Hanif, there are several more, and they seem to be quite famous."

The hooked nose beckoned to the detective, beckoning him to come over, and he said softly:
"If they are alive, we will continue to follow them. If they fall into the hands of others, we will kill them together. We will take back the treasure map by ourselves."

……

Chen Jianqiu walked along the small road beside the village to the river, and he walked into a forest. In the forest, there was a tree-lined road for carriages to drive.

Chen Jianqiu wore a hat, lowered his head, and walked forward.

Suddenly, a crisp bell came to his ears.

In the distance, a caravan was slowly approaching him along the road.

The driver was a Latin American mixed-race girl, wearing a long red dress, which was particularly conspicuous in the green of the forest.

field?woman?A person?

Chen Jianqiu lowered the brim of his hat, and now his reward orders are posted everywhere in Denver, he doesn't want to cause trouble.

The caravan wobbled past him, and Chen Jianqiu glanced at the girl from the corner of his eye.

This is a glamorous Latin beauty, with good features, and the lines of her side face are as graceful as carvings. Her eyes exude a breathtaking laziness, which makes people linger.

When she passed by Chen Jianqiu, there was a small hole in front of her. She stood up and raised the rein in her hand.

The red skirt couldn't hide her graceful and proud figure, and a gust of wind blew her black hair, which floated back high and danced in the air.

Chen Jianqiu's gaze stayed on her hand holding the rein for a second.

He lowered his head, but the woman didn't seem to look at him, and the two passed each other.

"Knock", suddenly there was a sound from behind, followed by a woman's voice.

"gentlemen!"

Chen Jianqiu didn't intend to stop, and continued to move forward.

The woman got out of the carriage. She lowered her head to check the rear wheels of her carriage, and then caught up with Chen Jianqiu in front.

"Sir, can you help me, my car is stuck in a pothole."

Chen Jianqiu stopped, and he turned around.

The woman smiled charmingly at him, and walked slowly towards her caravan.

Chen Jianqiu followed step by step.

The woman went to the back of the caravan and leaned into the shed, where she seemed to be looking for some tools to pry the rear wheels of the car.

However, in the next second, her hand was held down.

In the dark compartment, not far from her hand.

It is a Winchester M1873 repeating rifle.

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