America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 327 The Joint in the Tavern

"Back door? Tavern?" Chen Jianqiu stood up from the window.

He took out his two golden guns from the box and changed into cowboy clothes.

"Let's go take a look." Chen Jianqiu put on his hat, adjusted the position of his holster, and walked toward the door of the room.

Under the leadership of Sean, the two came to the door of an inconspicuous tavern.

The two of them were leaning on the opposite street corner, observing the tavern.

Like other taverns in the West, the entrance of this tavern is a double bat door.

There are lights on inside, so it's not noisy. Compared with other entertainment venues in this area, it's much quieter here.

"Boss, this is it, why don't we go in and have a look."

After Sean finished speaking, he was about to walk towards the door.

However, Chen Jianqiu grabbed his shoulder.

He once told Chen Jianqiu that when he was a child, he often sneaked into the theater to steal things, and occasionally squatted in the corner of the back row to watch the show.

He stopped in front of Detective Mazi and stared at him coldly: "So, what are you doing here?"

Chen Jianqiu didn't know what happened between the pockmarked detective and Carson.

Chen Jianqiu and Sean took it and found a seat in the corner and sat down.

Some of the cowboys in the tavern stared at the Dodge City law enforcement officer in front of them, while others lowered their heads, but they were all nervous because they didn't know what this moody guy was thinking.

Chen Jianqiu did not disturb him, but quietly listened to Sean's "simultaneous interpretation".

The area near the railroad red light district in Dodge City has always been a restricted area for Pinkerton detectives.

He lowered his head, lowered the brim of his hat, and huddled in the corner of the chair.

He picked up his hat from the chair next to him, straightened his clothes, turned around, and prepared to walk towards Chen Jianqiu's table.

The atmosphere in the tavern suddenly became tense.

He faced several people across from him alone, and his momentum did not drop at all.

Carson's eyes stopped on White.

"Well, yo, yo, let's see, who is this?" He circled around White, "Someone told me that the famous Pinkerton detective Thomas White appeared in the infamous

of Dodge City.”

Wyatt told him that this winery was well-known near Dodge City, and the owner himself was once a local gang member and started out as a bootlegger.

"I'm very concerned about your affairs." Carson said in a sinister tone.

Sean shut up suddenly.

Chen Jianqiu didn't know when he had moved to the chair opposite Sean, with his back facing White's direction.

White: "I won't act rashly when I'm not sure."

White's mouth also began to open for the first time after Chen Jianqiu and Sean entered the tavern.

Chen Jianqiu lowered the brim of his hat and led Sean forward quickly.

A man wearing a police badge broke into the pub with several people.

His mouth seemed to be saying something.

White: "Can I ask him out in the next two days?"

But this time, whether due to the influence of alcohol or his absent-mindedness, he accidentally spilled some wine outside the table.

"Mr. Carson, what would you like to drink today?" The tavern owner stood at the bar and greeted him warmly.

White: "Are you still in contact with Jeffries recently?"

The grumpy "Bull" had already touched his waist, while several other people behind Carson were also staring closely at White.

Is this person really just here to drink?

After drinking the wine in the glass, White picked up the bottle and began to add wine to the glass.

Perhaps he felt that shooting a Pinkerton detective for no reason in a tavern was uneconomical, but in the end Carson did not choose to do it:

The boss took the wine off the table with the last rag, straightened up and walked towards the bar.

Boss: "Behind you, in the corner, there is a black man staring at us."

White: "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"Which brand do you want?" the tavern owner continued to ask.

(silence.)

The boss handed over two glasses of wine without saying a word.

Detective Mazi stared straight ahead without saying a word. From time to time he would pick up his wine glass and take a sip, and then continue to "be in a daze".

They didn't know if some unlucky guy would get into trouble, drag him from the tavern to the street, and then shoot him to death.

Boss: "He should be driving the cattle from the pasture to the livestock exchange tomorrow. I suggest you go see him alone."

"What do you want to order?" asked the tavern owner in overalls.

So he learned to read lips.

As soon as he got off the train, he and his fellow detectives took off their uniforms and changed into casual clothes.

If you order a bourbon at a Dodge City tavern and look too much like a clueless passerby, you're likely to get stared at.

White: "I'll be careful."

However, just as he was about to leave his table, the bat door of the tavern was violently knocked open by a man.

Detective Mazi, on the other hand, drank sip after sip of wine, even his eyes and expressions did not change much.

This kind of thing happens almost all the time in Dodge City.

"They are meeting." Sean whispered, but continued to stare over there.

Chen Jianqiu said nothing, twirling the wine glass in his hand and continuing to look at White from the side.

The boss picked up the rag in his hand, bent down, and began to wipe the wine on the table.

"He should be waiting for someone." Sean held his chin in his hand.

But now, there was a white square scarf in the chest pocket of his suit, with a corner slightly exposed.

White sat alone at a table with a wine bottle and a wine glass in front of him.

"Don't worry, wait until someone comes out."

But this time, they all escaped the disaster.

"Two glasses of bourbon, sir." Chen Jianqiu took out the change and put it on the table. He lowered his head slightly and began to scan the entire pub with his eyes under the brim of his hat.

They didn't wait long. After a while, a sloppily dressed cowboy walked out of the door.

But the effect of many theaters is not very good. If the actors' skills are not enough, it will be difficult for their lines to be transmitted to the back row.

They passed the cowboy face to face and entered the tavern.

Officer Carson ignored him.

The boss who was bragging with other customers happened to pass by him.

This was the fourth time he was filling his glass with wine.

"But I don't care about you." White glanced at the law enforcement officer opposite.

After entering the tavern, Chen Jianqiu did not look up in a hurry to find the target. Instead, he and Sean walked along the aisle and quietly walked to the corner of the bar.

He soon discovered White.

Boss: "He has found Jesse James' ranch, got in, and is working for his mother."

They seemed to be communicating something, but the sound was so low that even the table next to them couldn't hear it at all.

Detectives usually can't do anything when they come here. Even if they come, they often change their clothes and go to the red light district to do as the Romans do.

The pockmark on Detective Mazi's face was trembling slightly.

His winery is named after the fact that he controls everything from planting the seeds to bottling the wine, so the product is very popular with local gangs in Dodge City.

He put his hands on his waist and scanned everyone in the tavern.

The murderer, Steve, nicknamed "Bull", was standing next to him with a fierce look.

(silence.)

This man was the police officer Chen Jianqiu and the others saw on the street earlier who connived at the murder of his subordinates.

White drank the wine in the glass in one gulp and stood up.

Chen Jianqiu looked around him and found that no one was paying attention to these two people. When he looked at Sean across the table, he found that the black man was looking intently at the lips of these two people.

"Boot Hill." Chen Jianqiu leaned against the bar and his voice came from under his cowboy hat. The boss couldn't see his face.

It was as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

Black people can read lips.

However, after about ten minutes, the seat opposite White was still empty.

White: "I need him."

He led a group of people to Detective Mazi:

(The boss’s hand wiping the table paused for a moment)

Boss: "This may bring danger to him."

"I was just passing by." White said in a calm tone without any fear.

"You'd better be passing by."

The gunfight did not occur in the end. After Carson said a harsh word, he turned around and left with his men.

White knew that this was not a place where he could stay for a long time, so he left immediately.