America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 43 I will solve your troubles for you
"Beauty, don't be too particular about it." Chen Jianqiu grabbed the woman's hand, "The gun callus on your hand can't be cultivated in a day or two, right?"

The smile on the woman's face was still there, extremely enchanting.

Chen Jianqiu suddenly felt the hairs all over his body stand on end.

Danger.

His body leaned back quickly and greatly, bending into a bow.

There was a gunshot, and a bullet flew past his face.

In the woman's left hand, there was an extra revolver at some point, and the gun was still smoking.

She was surprised that the person in front of her escaped the shot that was so close at hand.

Chen Jianqiu would not give her a chance to hesitate, he pulled back the hand holding the woman's wrist, and moved his right hand towards the woman's slender neck, ready to destroy the flower with his hands.

But the woman's reaction was astonishingly fast, she threw away the pistol with her other hand, took Chen Jianqiu's hand holding her, and used her strength to come to his side.

The long skirt flew up, revealing a pair of slender legs, which wrapped around Chen Jianqiu's arms like snakes.

The two lost their balance at the same time and fell to the ground. The woman began to exert strength. If she didn't pay attention, Chen Jianqiu's arm would be broken in a few seconds.

But the difference in strength was too great, Chen Jianqiu rolled over and landed on the woman.

The body of the woman under him is soft but dangerous. Chen Jianqiu does not hit women in principle, provided she is at least a woman.

He held the woman down, ready to hit her beautiful face to make her calm down.

But he suddenly felt the wind in his crotch, and one of the woman's legs slipped out of his control at some point, and hit his knee against his "hit point".

This woman is so cruel.

He hurriedly dodged, but the woman took the opportunity to get out of control, rolling over and struggling to stand up.

"Pfft"

A large part of the hem of the red dress remained under Chen Jianqiu's body, while the woman dodged into the woods.

Chen Jianqiu took out his gun, but the woman had disappeared.

He looked at the red skirt in his hand and shook his head.

Fight what skirt you wear.

He walked back with the torn skirt, but saw Adam leaning against a tree by the roadside, and Asuka stood with him.

"I just came back and heard a gunshot from here." Asuka held a bow in his hand, and when he heard the gunshot, he dropped his fishing rod and fish and ran over.

Chen Jianqiu nodded, and looked at Adam again:

"Didn't you fall asleep after drinking too much?"

"Chen, will you call me wine for that thing?" Adam frowned, but then opened it again, "But that thing is really exciting."

"This thing came and went quickly. I woke up as soon as I went back to the house and lay on the bed. The old man washed my face and said that you came out by yourself, so I followed."

He glanced at the red skirt in Chen Jianqiu's hand, and wanted to come over and take a closer look:
"Camilla in red, the best female bounty hunter in the west, it seems that there are quite a few people interested in us."

"It should be you. The three of us together don't have as much bounty as you." Chen Jianqiu teased.

"Don't worry, you have the potential of two thousand dollars."

Adam replied, and then continued to talk about the situation of "Red Clothes":

"I heard that this woman is of mixed race in the Caribbean. I don't know how she came to the United States. It is said that when she was 12 years old, she shot and killed a group of gangsters surrounding their convoy."

"However, it will be really troublesome if we are targeted by her. This woman is most famous for her long-distance sniping. We must always pay attention to our heads."

Chen Jianqiu didn't say anything, he walked to the side of the caravan, and said to the two people behind:
"Why are you standing there, looking at something valuable and moving it back."

……

Sean likes to perform tasks at night, not only because of his innate protective color, but also because he can see things at night that he cannot see during the day.

He leaned on a wooden pole, lit a cigarette, and looked at the street in front of him.

A celebrity once said that the real estate of the Irish is their butts and tits.

The Irishwoman, not far in front of him now, had both.At this time, she was half leaning against the door with disheveled clothes, coquettishly sending a satisfied guest out.

Sean was also satisfied. He not only figured out the terrain of the Irish neighborhood, but also figured out who their leader was.

On this point, he was as smart as usual. Although Chen Jianqiu didn't tell him what to do with the terrain, his boss later dragged him aside and explained a lot.

Get as much information as possible without exposing yourself, such as their habits, work and rest, and personnel composition.

Sean knew that someone must be in trouble here.

The leader of the Irish here is called Murphy, who does everything to provoke troubles, and this Irish woman is his concubine.

The door closed, Sean marked a mark on the paper with a pen, and then put the paper and pen into his pocket.

He felt a little bored and was about to leave the city and return to the village.

Denver at night, like many towns in the United States in the 19th century, was foggy and there were not many pedestrians on the road.

But a carriage suddenly stopped not far from Sean, and a man wearing glasses got down from it. He was eager to get off the carriage and tripped over the edge of the carriage.

He held what looked like a wrapped picture album under his armpit, and with a notebook in his hand, he hurried into an alley on the side of the street.

As he walked, he looked back, looking flustered,

Xiao En is a nosy person, but when he thought of Chen Jianqiu's face, he decided to go back and report back.

But soon another carriage stopped, and three or four people got out of the carriage.

Sean didn't know these three or four people, but he couldn't forget their outfits.

This gang is from the Pinkerton Detective Agency.

These three or four pressed their hats and followed the man into the alley.

Sean couldn't suppress his curiosity, and quickly followed.

The alley was long, and in order to prevent himself from being discovered by the people in front, Sean simply went up to the roof.

The houses here are relatively low, and the roofs are connected by partitions. Sean ran from one roof to another, barely keeping up with the people in front.

Just when he was about to close the distance with them.

There was a sudden gunshot ahead.

Sean was startled and almost fell off the stairs. He leaned against the edge of the roof and looked down. The man wearing glasses fell face down on the ground. The notebooks were gone too.

From upstairs he climbed down the ladder that ran along the edge of the wall.

A piece of paper fell out of the man's pocket, and the wind blew from the alley, blowing the piece of paper to Sean's feet.

Suddenly, footsteps came from behind Sean.

The black man didn't have time to think, picked up the piece of paper, and ran out of the alley as fast as he could.

"died?"

The owners of the footsteps stopped beside the corpse, and one of them asked.

"Well, shot in the head, very well. Stuff was taken too," replied another.

"It should be the people from Pinkerton, they are really quick to attack." The man in the lead said, "Let's go quickly, the police will come later."

"It seems that we can only go through another way."

Sean ran out of the alley all the way. He walked under a streetlight and looked at the words on the card.

Here is a business card with a name written on it:
George Lockhart.

　Chapter 2 will be updated later
　　
　
(End of this chapter)