America 1881: They Call Me Legend

As usual, after Chen Jianqiu finished explaining to Browning, he was going to stay at the tavern and hotel in the center of the town.

They left the guns in the gun shop, and Browning needed several days to maintain and upgrade the guns.

Browning selected some revolvers for them from the gun rack as temporary replacements.

Chen Jianqiu and a few others walked into the door of the tavern with ease.

I don't know whether it was because it was late or for some other reason, but the pub was deserted, except for the bartender who was wiping the glasses on the bar with his head down.

When he saw Chen Jianqiu, he smiled happily.

The benefactor is back.

Of course he knew the identity of this person. The Denver investigators had already shown him the reward notice when they came before, but what the heck, who in the taverns in the West didn't know the secret?

We haven't seen each other for a few days, and the old man's team has grown again. Huh? Why is that archaeologist also included?

Without Chen Jianqiu's instructions, the bartender had already led a group of people upstairs.

By the time Chen Jianqiu, Feiniao and Danny appeared downstairs, the bartender had already prepared dinner for them.

"We are going out for a while. Just invite the people upstairs to come down for dinner." Chen Jianqiu held a bag in his hand, which contained gold bars and some small gold and silver items picked up from the ruins of Phelps Manor.

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He planned to go to Sigmund, the old Jewish police chief, to exchange some money.

Asuka is now his most considerate subordinate, and he basically takes care of everything; Danny is bored and can't stand Theresa's nagging, so he wants to go out with Chen Jianqiu.

The bartender was a little stunned, and then whispered to Chen Jianqiu: "Sir, I know you have great powers, but there have been ghosts around the town recently, so you should be careful when going out at night."

"You told us last time that there were monsters in the forest." Feiniao looked disdainful.

"I heard the rumors, but this time..." the bartender planned to explain.

Chen Jianqiu took out a twenty-five-cent coin from his pocket and flicked it to the bartender with a "ding" sound with his thumb.

The coin was spinning on the bar. The bartender grabbed it and put it into his pocket with a smile. No more nonsense.

"Don't forget to ask them to eat." Chen Jianqiu put his hands in his pockets and walked out of the tavern door.

When the three people arrived at the door of Sigmund's police station, it was already dark, the police station still looked small and shabby, and there was no one around.

The difference was that the windows of the police station were boarded up and the door was closed.

"After get off work?" Feiniao frowned.

Chen Jianqiu walked to the door and knocked on it.

"Chief Cohen? Are you here? Father Cohen?"

No one answered.

"Sigmund? Sigmund!" Chen Jianqiu pushed the door, but it didn't move at all. He exerted some force on his hand, and the door opened a crack inward.

The door was blocked by something from the inside. Looking through the crack in the door, I could see an iron chain wrapped several times between the handle and the door frame.

Thank you behind closed doors?

"Dad, if you don't come out, we will come in by ourselves!" Chen Jianqiu took a few steps back, pretending to kick the door.

There was a rustling sound from inside the door. Chen Jianqiu bent down and saw an eye looking out from the crack in the wooden board that sealed the window.

Chen Jianqiu pulled out his revolver.

"Hey, no, no. I'll open the door." Sigmund's voice came from inside.

Then, someone behind the door was moving the table, and an iron chain fell to the ground with a clatter.

The door opened a crack inward, and Sigmund sneakily leaned half out, holding a gun in his hand, and waved to them.

Chen Jianqiu and Feiniao went in sideways. Danny's body was thicker and he couldn't squeeze through the crack in the door. He simply exerted force on his shoulders.

"Bang." The whole door fell down.

"Oh my God!" Sigmund looked at the broken door lying on the ground and cried out in agony, "It's going to be over soon!"

Danny looked a little embarrassed. He lifted the door and gestured twice, trying to reinstall it for Sigmund.

"What are you doing? Why don't you even turn on the lights?" Chen Jianqiu frowned and looked at the first floor of the security station. There seemed to be nothing unusual.

"Hurry up, hurry up, put the door up, they are coming soon!" Sigmund went crazy and grabbed the door panel from Danny's hand.

"Speak clearly, what is this mess?" Danny held the door panel and ducked aside, and Sigmund fell to the ground, "Who is coming?"

"Those ghosts! They are coming for me!" Sigmund turned over and sat on the ground, saying desperately.

"Hey, you are the sheriff of this town after all!" Feiniao was puzzled.

Chen Jianqiu looked at his father sitting on the ground and felt that this man had gone crazy.

Suddenly, there was a rush of horse hooves and footsteps outside the door, like the sound of marching, but if you listen carefully, it was a bit more chaotic than a well-trained army.

"It's over, it's over, they are coming! Let's hide quickly!" Sigmund stood up and was about to go into the basement.

Chen Jianqiu went up and slapped him in the face, beating him until he was stunned: "Find a place to squat and don't say anything."

He motioned to Danny and Asuka to hold each other's angles at the door, then he walked to the window and looked out through the gap in the wood.

On the street in front of the police station, there were several "people"-like things walking towards the police station.

They were all holding torches, wearing white robes, and white pointed hoods on their heads. Only when they got a little closer did Chen Jianqiu see clearly that there were two holes cut out in the front of the hoods, and a pair of eyes were exposed from the holes.

came out.

One of them was riding a horse, and the others were trotting behind. They behaved stiffly and were mumbling something. From a distance, they sounded quite impressive and full of mystery.

"Is this thing the 'ghost' you call? Can you be frightened like this by covering your head with a sheet?" Chen Jianqiu almost lost his breath. He motioned to Feiniao and Danny to put down the guns in their hands, and walked out of the door.

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He folded his hands on his chest and waited for these people to arrive at the door of the police station.

Several people held torches and lined up at the door of the police station. The leader reined in his horse and stared at Chen Jianqiu and the others.

Chen Jianqiu also stared at them, while the people on both sides stared at each other.

"Boss, there's a Chinese and an Indian across the way. They don't seem to be afraid of us." A young man with a torch approached the man on horseback and whispered.

The horse-riding leader originally wanted to keep silent and pretend to be cold, but the reaction from the other party made him a little bit overwhelmed.

He is not blind, and of course he knows that the opponent is not interested in him.

"You despicable pagans, do you want to defend that shameful Jew?" His voice came from under the white cloth, making a loud sound.

Chen Jianqiu was about to clench his toes because of his embarrassing lines, and he didn't want to speak.

Whether this Jew lives or dies has nothing to do with him. All he wants now is to exchange some money with him.

The leader didn't say anything when he saw Chen Jianqiu, but he caught a glimpse of Chen Jianqiu, Feiniao and the gun on Danny's waist.

He waved his hand: "Hurry up and put down the weapons in your hands. This is the thunder given to us by God's grace. You are not worthy of it."

While the leader was speaking, he stretched his hands to his waist, and the men holding torches were doing the same thing.

But their guns were under their robes, and they had to lift up their robes to take out the guns.

"Bang."

The leader had a bloody hole on his head and fell off his horse.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Chen Jianqiu snorted disdainfully and blew the smoke from his gun.