America 1881: They Call Me Legend

"It seems that the situation here is more complicated than imagined." Chen Jianqiu and Sean walked out of the tavern together.

"We have to go back and talk to Wyatt and the others first before making any further plans."

They returned along the same path, hearing several gunshots along the way.

Apparently, the sound of gunfire is an indispensable embellishment at night in this railway city.

He was a little curious as to why Wyatt chose to leave the city in the first place, and who was the current law enforcement officer Carson?

You have to ask the police chief carefully about these matters.

However, when Chen Jianqiu and Sean approached the hotel where they were staying, they were shocked by the sight in front of them.

A group of cowboys with unknown origins stood menacingly at the door of the hotel, shouting loudly at the upstairs:

"Wyatt, you bastard, get out of here if you can! I have to skin you!"

"Wyatt! Have your balls been cut off? You're hiding in the hotel!"

"Bang!"

There was a gunshot, and there were irregularly distributed bullet holes or bullet marks on the wooden board at the door. The cowboys' footsteps stopped abruptly outside the door.

The kick was quick and accurate, hitting the cowboy right in the belly.

Thinking about it this way, I had a few names at the beginning, but they were just not very good.

This affects sleep a bit.

Private territory is inviolable.

"Kill him! Kill him! The bastard!"

The hotel owner didn't bother to talk to them.

But no matter how they shouted, Wyatt didn't come down.

"Why don't you get out of here?" Chen Jianqiu saw a group of people either howling or dumbfounded, so he took out his second golden revolver.

He no longer has the status of a law enforcement officer, only Holiday is accompanied by a black man and a bearded man.

There seems to be a group of "crows" calling outside the door.

The stump of the limb fell to the ground, and the wound was bleeding.

They found that his pants were wet.

The cowboy who pulled out the gun lay on the ground with his head spinning and an expression of disbelief on his face. He could not believe that he could still be hit standing in the dark.

The cowboy stumbled forward suddenly, his feet were mixed with garlic, and he fell into the door, face down, and fell like a dog.

When he turned around and discovered that it was a Chinese cowboy, he completely ignored Chen Jianqiu's intentions and turned around and continued to yell at the person upstairs.

At this time, the cowboys dispersed into a fan shape and were still scolding happily. Some of them got excited and took out their guns and fired a shot into the sky.

The cowboy was in the mood of scolding and didn't notice anyone behind him at all.

"Let's go see what Wyatt is doing." Chen Jianqiu walked towards the stairs.

"'Unlucky Brown' sent people to look for them. If I guess correctly, they should be in his house now." The hotel owner said.

He got up from the ground angrily and rushed towards Chen Jianqiu who was standing at the door.

"'Unlucky Brown'? Is this another nickname?" Chen Jianqiu discovered that prominent people in this city have more or less "nicknames".

He seems to be particularly patient with Wyatt's friends: "Chief Wyatt is really powerful. When he was here, my place was much safer."

"Who are you to tell us to shut up?"

In his opinion, the person in front of him was a complete amateur.

Although he had arranged for them to wait in the room before, he was Wyatt Earp and would never remain silent.

Chen Jianqiu kicked him again.

Chen Jianqiu roughly understood what was going on.

The person he kicked to the ground just now was still rolling on the ground with his pants wet.

I was standing in darkness on my side, and it was pitch black; but the person on the other side was standing upright at the door, exposed to the light in the hotel.

"If you want to howl, get out of the door and howl!" the hotel owner roared.

Chen Jianqiu walked to the door.

"You said it in front of me." Chen Jianqiu stepped over him.

This is courting death!

You can do whatever you like outside the door, but if you want to break in, the hotel owner won't do it.

"These people are running amok in Dodge City, and they're worse than criminals."

The cowboys shouted angrily, pointing their fingers at Chen Jianqiu's nose and yelling curses.

These people had no choice but to take a few steps back, keeping a certain distance from the hotel door, and then continued to curse upstairs.

Of course, these cowboys seek revenge when they have a grudge and avenge an injustice.

"You son of a bitch, come out and fight me! I will never forget the shame you brought me!"

"Wyatt and the others will be fine, right?" Sean was a little worried.

He was standing half-length on the counter, with smoke coming from the muzzle of the double-barreled shotgun in his hand.

"Because, I'm going to sleep."

He didn't know Chen Jianqiu very well, but he knew the black man next to him.

After those cowboys saw the shining golden revolver, they realized how many bullets were in the gun and how many fingers or bodies they would have to leave behind.

Using the light from the hotel and the surrounding red lights, they saw Chen Jianqiu's face clearly. He was a young Chinese cowboy.

Chen Jianqiu took out his golden revolver and turned on the shooter mode.

Wyatt is really famous in this city.

"Wyatt is not in the hotel now. If you really want to find him, I suggest you go there during the day tomorrow."

They were so famous that during the day they got off the train and left the train station in a very low-key manner and rushed into the hotel. However, the news of their return to Dodge City spread like wildfire and spread throughout the red light district at night.

"As for now, I hope you can just swallow the damn bullshit you're mouthing and get the hell out of here!"

The cowboy suddenly felt as if his bladder had been hit hard by a hammer, and the pain was excruciating.

"The judge in Dodge City is called that by everyone because he looks sad every day." The hotel owner shrugged, "He's also a bastard."

Based on Chen Jianqiu's understanding of Wyatt, this was a matter of honor and there was no way he could avoid it.

As for the cowboys who pointed at Chen Jianqiu, their index fingers were split in two.

He and Wyatt came in together.

"Let's go upstairs and sleep." He said to Sean.

After several consecutive gunshots.

His voice was not loud, but it made the cowboys temporarily stop cursing.

"Don't look for him, he went out with Holiday." The hotel owner put the shotgun on the counter and said.

The cowboy's accomplices outside the door heard the commotion inside and ran over one after another, preparing to rush through the door.

He was going to teach this newbie a lesson.

From their shouting words, Chen Jianqiu judged that these people were not good birds. They had either been sent to prison by Wyatt, or they had been severely beaten by the former law enforcement officer.

"Let it go. If he can't handle these things himself, then he is no longer Wyatt Earp." Chen Jianqiu was just about to go up the stairs, but suddenly thought of something.

Chen Jianqiu didn't waste any time and kicked the cowboy on the butt.

"Who the hell dares to step foot in this door?"

The yelling and cursing stopped abruptly, and was replaced by howls.

And the cowboy who fired his gun into the sky just now pointed his gun at Chen Jianqiu.

"It's a pity that he resigned later, and now Sheriff Carson is here." The boss looked outside the door and sighed after making sure that it was dark without Sheriff Carson and his minions.

There are no guests at night, so as long as these people don't step into the hotel door, they can yell as much as they like.

"Can you please give in?" Chen Jianqiu said to a cowboy blocking the door of the hotel.

The cowboys dragged the cowboy on the ground out of the door with all their might.

This is a bit strange.

He curled up in a ball in pain, wailing like a slaughtering pig on the ground.

Chen Jianqiu said unhurriedly.

"run!"

Someone shouted loudly, and the cowboys fled in all directions, and calm returned to the door of the hotel.

"mob."

Chen Jianqiu shook his head, turned the gun in his hand, and returned it to the holster.

He turned around and walked back to the hotel.