America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Was that person funny just now?

No one spoke.

The atmosphere in the hall did not ease because of Hanif's brief appearance and exit. Instead, it became more tense, like a taut string. Perhaps except for Chen Jianqiu, no one in the other two groups knew exactly what happened.

"This, Mr. Chen, uh, Mr. Chen, do you have anything to explain?" An older-looking bodyguard next to Browning finally broke the silence.

Chen Jianqiu did not answer. His attention was not on the bodyguard, but on the one-eyed person opposite.

Coincidentally, the one-eyed gaze also turned from the doorway just now to Chen Jianqiu's face.

Duyan took advantage of the moment when he turned to look outside the door and adjusted his sitting posture. His body leaned back slightly, one hand was placed on the table, and the other hand dropped down, close to his waist.

This was a posture in which he could draw his gun and fire it at any time, but none of the bodyguards sitting in the same row with him noticed it.

Chen Jianqiu noticed it, and Tom who was pouring coffee should also be able to see it.

But he didn't seem to have any reaction, and he was still making coffee by himself.

The bearded man almost maintained the same posture as the one-eyed man, while the two Mexicans lowered their heads and ate the stew in the bowl, staring at Asuka and Sean from time to time.

What are these people waiting for?

"Sir, I'm sorry. In order to ensure the safety of everyone in this room, please hand over the gun in your hand." The bodyguard's tone increased and he picked up the rifle that was originally placed on the table.

Chen Jianqiu still didn't answer.

"Sir! If you continue not to cooperate, I will have to take coercive measures!" The bodyguard raised his gun directly this time.

Chen Jianqiu slowly pulled out the revolver from his waist and placed it on the table.

The bodyguard bent down and was about to grab the gun on the table.

However, suddenly, there was a "pop" sound, and there was a large pool of blood on the table.

A mouthful of blood spurted out from the bodyguard's mouth, and it was a steady stream. He seemed to lose his life in an instant, fell down, and rolled under the table.

Almost at the same time, another bodyguard spurted blood from his mouth, splashing Browning's face.

The thread that maintained balance in the hall finally broke.

Duyan and Chen Jianqiu's movements were almost at the same time.

One-Eye pulled out the gun from his waist in just a split second. An experienced gunman can immediately identify the person who poses the greatest threat to the other party. His first target was indeed the Chinese opposite him.

Just when his finger was pulling the trigger, Chen Jianqiu had already taken a step back with his stool. He raised his foot high and smashed it towards the edge of the table from top to bottom.

His heel hit the edge of the table, and the entire long table flipped over along its long axis. The edge of the table on the other side hit One Eye's raised forearm from bottom to top.

The forearm was raised upwards by the impact, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at One-Eye's own chin.

He heard a "bang" all over his body, and his one-eyed head was blown open by his own large-caliber gun.

The bearded man originally wanted to kill the bodyguard next to him first, but he was knocked dizzy by the rolling table. He stood up and shot across the table.

The bullet penetrated the wooden table and splinters flew into the air.

However, the next second, he knew that he must have missed the shot.

He saw a black muzzle appear on the edge of the table.

Chen Jianqiu took a step forward and stepped forward with a revolver in his hand. He raised the gun and almost stuffed the barrel into the bearded man's mouth.

I'm not good at shooting, but the distance is so close, how can you still avoid it?

His finger pulled the trigger, and a second person with his head exploded appeared in the hall.

The bearded man never understood until his death why the Chinese who had just handed over his gun suddenly had another gun in his hand.

When the two Mexicans saw the table overturned, their first reaction was to draw their guns. But when their hands touched their waists.

The gun is gone!

They touched the air!

While they were still stunned, Feiniao and Sean took action.

They each pulled out their own guns, and Sean had two in his hand.

"Hey, bro, I got your gun."

After a round of random shooting, both Mexicans were shot and fell to the ground. One was moaning in pain, while the other was bleeding profusely and soon became silent.

The remaining bodyguard beside Browning was blocked by the overturned table. He only heard the sound of gunshots and bullets cutting through the air, and his first reaction was to pick up the spear that fell on the ground.

After picking up the spear, he dragged Browning, who was at a loss, and squatted behind the table to observe the situation.

It was not the first time that Browning saw corpses and blood, but he was still a little frightened by what happened. It all happened too fast. There were two corpses with their heads beaten and bruised next to him.

, no one can recover immediately.

The bodyguard slightly poked his head out to see what was going on in the room.

But apart from the smoke and dust that filled the air, no one could be seen in the entire hall.

After Chen Jianqiu and the others killed the four people on the table in an instant, they were hit by a wave of random shots from behind them. I don’t know if the shooter was the fat woman, Brinton in the basement, or was still cooking just now.

Coffee Tom.

Fortunately, he was not hit directly, and only Sean's arm was scratched by a stray bullet.

They fought back and changed their cover until they retreated into darkness, and the same happened on the other side. Those people didn't know where they were hiding.

There was a temporary ceasefire in the hall, and only the Mexicans lying on the ground were groaning.

"Tom! Tom! Are you still alive?" The bodyguard called his colleague's name from behind the desk, but no one responded to him.

"Boss, Tom may be dead." The bodyguard said to Browning. At this time, Browning had regained his composure. He began to judge the situation in front of him and gradually understood what was going on.

There are two people on the opposite side, and I am fat. As for whether I want to eat from both sides, or just one, it probably doesn’t have much to do with my fatness.

"Boss, our side is closest to the door. I'll cover you to get out. We have to retreat quickly," the bodyguard said.

Browning shook his head. If Fatty didn't want to die, it would be best to wait until the conflict between the two sides was over.

However, the bodyguard didn't think so. The door was just one step away from him. If he ran, he still had a chance. If he didn't run, he might die without a burial place. Everyone on the other side was hiding behind a bunker, so they might not be able to observe his escape.

Then he put his idea into practice.

At this moment, he couldn't care about his boss anymore. When a disaster was approaching, he had to save his own life.

So he ducked down and ran toward the door.

There was a gunshot, and the bodyguard who was running toward his "dawn of life" was shot and fell. A gun barrel stretched out from behind the stairs, still smoking.

The shooter was Tom, who was making coffee just now.

From the beginning, he was a traitor who sneaked into Browning's bodyguard team. It was he who planned the team's advance route, and it was he who brought Browning into this hotel. But when he walked into the hotel, he found that

There were three more completely unknown people in the hotel than originally planned.

After checking the code with the fat woman and confirming that the three people didn't know each other at all, he sprinkled the poison in the coffee while he was pouring it.

He planned to poison everyone outside of their gang, including Chen Qiu.

However, Hanif's appearance disrupted all this. Except for the two bodyguards, no one else drank the poison.

He didn't expect the Chinese to be so powerful, nor did he expect that Sean would steal the guns of two Mexicans without anyone noticing.

But no matter what.

Now it's three versus three, and the opponent doesn't have a spear, so I have the advantage.