Wild North America 1846

Chapter 24 The Situation Takes a Steep Turn
The door of the tavern was pushed open abruptly, and dozens of menacing Chinese gunmen poured in with a "crash" and shouted loudly;

"The agreement hall is doing business. Please leave the irrelevant personnel. The wine account will be treated by our young master. If you don't reach it, please forgive me."

These words are soft but hard, and cannot be refuted.

The remaining tables of reluctant white cowboys in the tavern could only stand up, kick down the stools, and leave cursing.

A group of Chinese gunmen surrounded Liu Wu and the other six from all directions, staring at them closely with the excitement and cruelty of their prey being caught.

"Wait a minute, you have something to go out to solve, this is my tavern."

Old Barr finally pulled out the double-barreled shotgun on the counter, pointed the black muzzle directly at the Chinese gunmen who poured in, his face was flushed with anger, and he was extremely angry.

"Good, good, good, really good."

A calm voice came from outside the tavern. Hearing this voice, the Chinese gunmen who poured in immediately separated to the two sides, making way for a long and narrow road in the middle.

Lin Zhanyuan, who was dressed in a long silk gown, slapped lightly a few times, and then walked in leisurely.

Behind him was the thin white paper fan Lin Zhengde, who also looked arrogant and arrogant, holding a folding fan in his hand and fanning it again and again, looking like he deserved a beating.

"I don't know if you are smart or stupid. Could it be that you are impatient with the hardships in the valley, knowing that Datang will be a rabbit's tail, and now you feel regretful?"

Lin Zhanyuan spoke in a tone of voice, and walked in with square steps, just in time to see Old Barr holding a double-barreled shotgun with an angry face, pointing the black muzzle at himself.

This made him pause, and then he said with a warm smile on his face; "Dear old Mr. Barr, you don't need to point a gun at me. I will pay for the loss of the tavern today. How about 10 ounces of gold? Or 15 Ounces of gold, please rest assured that we will leave soon with our people, and there will be no loss here."

Hearing the other party's generous offer, Old Barr's face was so gloomy that dripping water looked better, and he slowly put down the gun in his hand and said, "Don't kill people in my tavern, this is the bottom line."

"OK, no problem." Lin Zhanyuan broke away from the threat of the gun, regained his courage, walked up to Liu Wu and the others, and said with a sinister smile on his face;
"These guys used to be members of the Agreement Hall, and when they entered the door of my Agreement Hall, they lived as members of the Agreement Hall and died as ghosts of the Agreement Hall.

If you want to escape from the mountain gate, you must surrender your life.

Don't think that if you find a backer to support you, you can ignore the gang. This is the territory of the foreign adults, and it's not up to that brat surnamed Li to call the shots.

All corners of the country, all corners of the country.

I, Lin, thought I treated you well, and brought you all the way to North America to make a fortune, but you turned out to be a rebellious boy who everyone scolded.

For the sake of the brothers in the past, I intend to let you go.

However, there are heaven and earth, monarchs, relatives and teachers, and there are gang rules and regulations, brothers, it is difficult for me to do it!

how about it?
Are you going to be escorted back with your hands and feet broken, or obediently disarm and surrender, and follow this young master back to the sub-helm, please leave the second master to open the incense hall? "

Lin Zhanyuan thinks that he has the chance to win, and he doesn't mind showing his generosity. Anyway, these 6 rebellious boys are already caged birds, surrounded by dozens of gunmen, is it still afraid that he will fly into the sky?

Liu Wu and the others just stood up, with their right hands resting on the revolver at their waists, and glared at the crowd without opening their mouths to refute.

The white paper fan Lin Zhengde next to him looked impatient, closed the fan in his hand, and said in a harsh voice, "Young Master, what are you talking about with them? These gangsters, Qiu Ba, don't know anything about benevolence and righteousness, so they broke their legs and dragged them back. Xiangtang has three knives and six holes, just beat him to death with a stick, why is it so troublesome?"

His words made the people around him ready to move, seeing that the conflict was about to break out.

At this moment

A cold voice came from outside the house; "What are you talking about? Liu Wu is my man, without my Li Cha nodding, who would dare to touch a hair on him?"

hear this voice
Lin Zhanyuan and a group of people turned their heads in unison, and some people had already drawn out their guns in a panic, only to hear four gunshots, and a tall and long figure walked in from the door, holding a gun in his hand. He also held a smoking revolver on his shoulders.

Hearing the sound of gunshots, more than 2 Chinese gunmen rushed out of the room on the second floor, pointed all the long guns and short guns in their hands, and shouted loudly; your head."

This sudden turn of events caught Lin Zhanyuan off guard and stood there in a daze.

In the crowd
The four agreement hall gunmen who had just reached out for their guns had already been shot and fell to the ground, howling in pain after being shot, and the strong smell of blood permeated the air, deterring the others.

Liu Wu and the other six took out their revolvers and rushed forward to disarm the bewildered Gunmen of the Agreement Hall.

Seeing something bad
Lin Zhanyuan, who just came back to his senses, suddenly pulled a gunman in front of him, picked up the bench and smashed it at the oil lamp. This action was very sudden and completed almost instantly.

Li Cha reacted very quickly, and the revolver in his hand "snapped" two shots just in time, hitting Lin Zhanyuan's gunman standing in front of him, and two bewitching blood flowers bloomed immediately.

After Lin Zhanyuan realized it, he didn't hesitate, he kicked two benches towards the other oil lamps one by one, raised his hand and lifted the heavy wooden table and smashed it, causing chaos on the spot.

The bench hit the oil lamp accurately, and the light in the tavern immediately dimmed. The gunmen of the agreement hall struggling to resist made the situation even more chaotic.

just then

Li Cha had already pulled out another revolver, and shot several times in a row at the gunman in the agreement hall who was resisting, and shouted; "I, Li Cha, said that if you dare to resist, you will die."

The gunmen on the 2nd floor also rushed down to help control the situation. In just a few minutes, the remaining 20 gunmen in the agreement hall were all disarmed and brought under control.

The kerosene lamp was lit again, but Lin Zhanyuan, Lin Zhengde and a gang leader named Mo Laoliu were missing. The three had escaped in the chaos.

"Shiheng, you bring 10 people to suppress them here, pay attention to armed guards, and prevent the agreement hall from robbing people. Everyone else will follow me. Let's copy Lin Zhanyuan's old lair."

Li Cha hurriedly explained a few words, then handed the two revolvers with empty bullets to Gao Shiheng, and took away the two revolvers with full bullets from him.

Time was running out, and he didn't have time to reload.

Then with a wave of his hand, he rushed out of the Old Barr's Tavern with 17 people, joined more than 50 spearmen waiting outside, and hurried towards the direction of the agreement hall sub-helm.

Tonight, the purpose is to take down the old nest of the Agreement Hall, so Li Cha brought most of the manpower, whether it is a strong attack or a hard attack, the site of the Agreement Hall will be determined by Li Cha.

The appearance of Liu Wu and others in the old Barr tavern is a trap in itself, to catch all the Chinese gunmen that can be used by the agreement hall.

in the tavern
Li Cha killed nine people in a row. They were all Chinese shooters whose spiritual sense could sense the real killing intent.

in the dark night
Li Cha took the lead and rushed in the direction of the sub-rudder, and when he passed a Victorian stone house, he looked over with sharp eyes and left quickly without pausing.

In the courtyard

Sheriff John and more than 10 police officers under him were all in the dimly lit room, fully armed, but did not light even a kerosene lamp, like ghosts in the night.

"Oh, he looked at me, God, he looked at me, did you feel it? I felt like he could see us, what the hell."

"Did he find us?"

"It's impossible. I only recruited people after I found the Chinese shooter in the old Barr's Tavern. Who here will leak the news?"

"Then how do you explain this... I swear he really took a look, which contained a strong sense of warning, and I would never be wrong."

"Damn Orientals, they regard this place as a battlefield, and this place is my territory." John also saw that terrifying look, which pierced into his heart like a sharp knife.

It seems that as long as you act recklessly, you will encounter great danger to your life. This is the intuition of an old gunman who has lived and died in the wilderness of western North America.

So John didn't blame Mountie Isambard Brunel for his low voice, which was a little creepy himself.

in today's western world
Superstition and belief in God are eternal themes, and theological education occupies more than half of the curriculum time in middle schools and universities. Both devout Catholics and Protestants believe in God and ghosts.

Atheists are rare in today's world, almost none in ten thousand.

"Perhaps...these Orientals are devils from hell."

Someone suddenly said something, and the faces of all the white policemen present changed drastically, and they felt the chills on their backs.

The cold wind blowing from the open door exacerbated this terrifying feeling. Some people's legs were already weak. No matter how brave they were, no one dared to face the devil in hell!

"Sir, this is an internal strife among those Easterners. We don't need to intervene. I think there are at least a hundred people coming from the Grape Valley, and the terrible gunman Li Cha. Once the fire breaks out, we won't be enough! "

"Yeah, it's none of our business."

"Damn it, I hate trouble. I heard that these mysterious orientals can spell. It's best not to provoke them."

"I agree."

Hearing these police officers talking one after another, with fear in their tone, John's hard-lined face quickly turned livid and speechless.

Under the leadership of Liu Wu and others, Li Cha led nearly 70 gunmen straight to the sub-helm, and soon came to the nearby blocks.

Suddenly

There was a clear gunshot in the night, "Papapapa...", which spread far in the silent night, and the surrounding Chinese gunmen fell down four or five bullets, making a scream.

"Line up, prepare to fight!" Captain Dai Changfu shouted, and the running team quickly stopped, and began to line up in the night, checking their guns and preparing for battle.

(End of this chapter)