America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 174 If you say you’re going to fall out, you’re going to fall out

Chen Jianqiu remained silent.

He waved to Holmes.

At this time, the geologist was sitting on the ground with a tired look on his face, looking at the drilling hole in a daze.

His face, which already looked old, became even more haggard, and his messy hair made him look even older.

Holmes regained his composure and suddenly noticed Chen Jianqiu who was waving to him. He slowly got up from the ground and walked listlessly in his direction.

"Come here and wash your face. Look at how you look now." Chen Jianqiu said to him.

"I'm fine. I washed my face yesterday. I..." Holmes came to Chen Jianqiu's side.

However, his words stopped abruptly.

He saw black liquid in the basin.

The geologist quickly put his finger into the basin, stuck it a little and observed it, then put it to his nose and smelled it.

He opened his eyes wide and blurted out involuntarily:

"stone……"

But Chen Jianqiu pulled him over, covered his mouth, and winked at him: "Don't say anything."

Holmes quickly understood what Chen Jianqiu meant. Although he still couldn't restrain his excitement and his body was still shaking slightly, he generally returned to normal.

"Oil?" Chen Jianqiu confirmed in a low voice.

"Yeah." The geologist nodded firmly.

"Keep calm." Chen Jianqiu ordered, and the two of them squatted on the edge of the basin, with their backs to Vaughn and their soldiers.

"Wait a while, you find a tent on the edge to hide, I will lure people away, and you can find a chance to return to the fortress."

"What if they stop me?" Holmes vaguely knew what was going to happen.

"Then use this." Chen Jianqiu took out a stack of U.S. dollars from his pocket.

"Then what if they have evil intentions after seeing the money and want to kill me to silence me?"

"Then use this and that." Chen Jianqiu took out the hidden revolver from his jacket and stuffed it into Holmes's pocket.

"You tell them to stop working for Vaughn. They will never have less money if they follow you, and they will have food and drink. You are a decent person and you were sent from above. They will listen to you."

"But..." Holmes originally wanted to say that he was sent from the top, but he was just a fake.

But Chen Jianqiu stopped talking.

He began to carefully examine the two "Peacemakers" on his waist.

Yes, there is no perfect strategy, and there is no 100% probability of success. Many times, you have to take a gamble.

"Oil! Oil!"

Suddenly, a soldier's shout came from behind them.

The soldier did the same thing as Chen Jianqiu, but he was not as calm as the former.

Although the level of education of these soldiers varies, they still have a basic understanding of oil, something they have been looking for for more than five years.

So, when he saw the thick black liquid pouring out of the jar, he screamed as if he had won the lottery.

Vaughn, who was squatting with his head in his arms, heard the soldier's shout, and his butt jumped up from where he was as if electrified, and he ran towards the soldier's direction.

He pulled away a soldier who was watching the fun in front of him, squeezed in sideways, rushed to the edge of the jar, grabbed the jar, and stretched his whole hand into it.

When he took his hand out again, it was already covered with black liquid.

Black, sticky, with a pungent odor.

Oil! That’s right! It’s oil!

Vaughan was so happy that he knelt on the ground and covered his face with his hands, completely ignoring that his face had turned black.

The soldiers also cheered, as if Christmas had come early.

"We can go home!" A soldier cried with joy, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Go home? Back to what home?" Vaughn, who had been overwhelmed by oil, stood up and became ambitious, "We have to continue to take root here, build oil wells and smelters, and I will go back to Santa Fe tomorrow.

Apply for funding.”

The cheers around him suddenly stopped and became unusually quiet and awkward.

But Vaughn doesn't think there's any problem at all. As long as the money is enough, there's nothing that can't be done?

Wherever there is money, a foreign country is also a hometown.

He suddenly thought of something, separated everyone, and found Chen Jianqiu and Holmes who had walked near the camp.

Vaughn suddenly took out his gun and pointed it at Chen Jianqiu, who was holding the horse.

"W...Mr. Vaughan, you, what do you mean?" Holmes asked looking a little nervous.

"Mr. Holmes, don't be nervous, I won't hurt you." Vaughn said, "But this Chinese must die."

"But he is my assistant!"

"This yellow man has united with the Indians to oust you. When they came with you, they were plotting against you."

Vaughn didn't know whether he was trying to convince Holmes, or trying to convince himself and the soldiers around him.

"In short, the news about the discovery of oil here cannot be let to other people." Vaughan said viciously.

He was ready to pull the trigger.

But before his gun went off, there was a bloody hole in his head.

Vaughan looked at the Chinese opposite him in disbelief. He didn't know when he had a revolver in his hand, and the muzzle was still smoking.

"Oh shit."

After Vaughan swore the last curse word, he fell on his back.

This officer, who had been fighting Indians and nature for five years in the wilderness of Roswell, had been dreaming of a lifetime dream of getting rich with his master just a few minutes ago.

A few minutes later, he died in the wilderness.

The soldiers around Vaughn were also shocked. They had never seen someone draw a gun so quickly. It was like a magic trick, killing their commander in the blink of an eye.

The first to react was the adjutant.

Since their team has a tradition of killing their commanders at any time, Vaughn arranged the seats and succession order for them.

Yes, this sounds quite like the rules of some gangs. In fact, except for receiving a salary from the superiors, this team without a number is basically the same as a gang.

The adjutant suddenly realized that he had become the leader of the team.

He quickly drew his gun, and at the same time as him, there were several soldiers standing next to Vaughn.

The speed at which they drew their guns varied, but Chen Jianqiu announced his death to them almost at the same time.

The Peacemaker's firing pin struck the cartridge's primer five times in one second.

The five soldiers, including the adjutant, fell to the ground one after another, whether they had drawn their guns or not.

Chen Jianqiu instantly changed his gun and considered whether to simply kill the remaining people.

But the remaining soldiers were looking for bunkers to hide in, preparing to use the bunkers to shoot at him.

More importantly, Chen Jianqiu saw a group of people galloping towards this direction not far away on the plain.

He slapped Black Carrot on the butt and got on his horse.

The black horse neighed and galloped away in the direction of Roseville, leaving a dozen soldiers looking at each other in shock.

"Bruno, what should we do?" a soldier asked another soldier lying behind the steam boiler.

A soldier named Bruno suddenly realized that he was the only remaining designated heir.

He got promoted.

"Call sir!" Bruno got up from the ground and glared at the soldiers behind him.

He pointed at the two honest-looking guys: "You, and you, stay and guard here. Others, follow me on horseback and chase!"

No matter what happens next, this guy can't let go, otherwise how will he lead the team...

A group of people picked up their guns and mounted their horses, and under the leadership of Bruno, chased in the direction of Chen Jianqiu.

Before the gunfire rang out, Holmes followed Chen Jianqiu's instructions and bent down and got into a nearby tent.

During the period of hanging out with Chen Jianqiu, he had developed a natural immunity to the sound of gunshots.

After all, as a professional hostage, bullets have even grazed his scalp and he is now calm and calm.

He quietly paid attention to what was going on outside, and waited until the sound of horse hooves faded away before he got out of the tent.

There were two soldiers left in the camp, and they were cleaning up the mess. One was digging a hole, and the other was dragging the body.

Holmes understood why Chen Jianqiu wanted to lure the others away.

If there are too many people left, the money will not be enough.

When the two saw Holmes emerging from the tent, one subconsciously touched the gun, but the other made a gesture to indicate to him to put the gun down.

"Don't be nervous, it's Mr. Holmes," the soldier said.

Holmes's mind was racing rapidly, and he was thinking about how to talk to these two soldiers.

But before he could speak, the two soldiers were already chatting among themselves.

Their words were full of boredom and confusion about their five years of life, until later they even rose to the philosophical level of discussing life.

One of them is dragging the body, the other is digging the grave, one is the coroner, and the other is the gravedigger.

Holmes rubbed his eyes, thinking he was watching a play full of symbolic meanings.

Suddenly, a group of people riding horses appeared near the camp.

Holmes hid behind the tent and looked over from the side of the tent.

They were the same group of people Chen Jianqiu had seen from a distance before, wearing formal clothes and bowler hats.

Holmes recognized them as Pinkerton detectives.

No one among them noticed Holmes. It seemed that they were focusing all their attention on Chen Jianqiu, who was walking away.

The detectives had no intention of entering the camp. They galloped past the camp on horseback.

"You see, they are in such a hurry, they are like passers-by." The soldier dragging the body said as he looked at the detectives who were leaving.

"Have they come? Or haven't they come?" The soldier in the pit lowered his head and continued digging.

"Hey, I'm sorry, can I interrupt, I want to go back to Stone Fortress now, is that okay?" Holmes interrupted the discussion between the two "philosophers".

The soldier in the pit stopped what he was doing and looked at Holmes: "Oh, Mr. Holmes, you can come back if you want."

"However, I still recommend that you come back later."

He pointed to the dark and thick clouds in the sky.

"It seems like it's going to rain."

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