America 1881: Legend of the West

"Beauty, this is not too particular." Chen Jianqiu grabbed the woman's hand, "The gun cocoon on your hand cannot be developed in a day or two."

The smile on the woman's face is still there, extremely charming.

Chen Jianqiu suddenly felt chills all over his body.

Danger.

His body leaned back quickly and greatly, bending into an arch shape.

There was a gunshot and a bullet flew past his face.

In the woman's left hand, there was a revolver at some point, and smoke was still coming from the muzzle.

She was surprised that the person in front of her actually dodged this close shot.

Chen Jianqiu would not give her a chance to hesitate. He grabbed the woman's wrist and pulled her back hard. His right hand went towards the woman's slender neck, preparing to destroy the flower with his cruel hands.

But the woman's reaction was also surprisingly fast. She threw away the pistol with her other hand, held Chen Jianqiu's hand holding hers, and used her strength to come to his side.

The long skirt flew up, revealing a pair of slender legs, which wrapped around Chen Jianqiu's arms like snakes.

The two lost their balance at the same time and fell to the ground. The woman began to exert strength. If you were not careful, Chen Jianqiu's arm would be broken in a few seconds.

But the difference in strength was too great. Chen Jianqiu turned over and fell on top of the woman.

The body of the woman beneath him was soft but dangerous. In principle, Chen Jianqiu would not hit a woman, provided that she was at least a woman.

He held the woman down, preparing to hit her beautiful face to make her behave.

But he suddenly felt wind under his crotch, and one of the woman's legs quietly escaped his control at some point, and hit his knee toward his "important spot."

This woman is so cruel.

He hurriedly dodged, but the woman took the opportunity to escape from the control, rolled over and struggled to stand up.

"Pfft"

A large piece of the hem of the red dress remained under Chen Jianqiu, while the woman dodged into the woods.

Chen Jianqiu took out his gun, but the woman had disappeared.

He looked at the red skirt in his hand and shook his head.

What dress do you wear in a fight.

He walked back with the broken skirt, but saw Adam leaning against the tree by the roadside, and the birds were standing with him.

"I just came back and heard gunshots here." Feiniao was holding a bow in his hand. When he heard the gunshots, he dropped the fishing rod and fish and ran over.

Chen Jianqiu nodded and looked at Adam again:

"Didn't you drink too much and fall asleep?"

"Chen, are you going to buy me a drink with that thing?" Adam frowned, but then opened his mouth again, "But that thing is really exciting."

"This thing came and went quickly. I woke up as soon as I went back to the house and lay down on the bed. The old man washed my face and said you came out on your own, so I followed."

He glanced at the red skirt in Chen Jianqiu's hand and wanted to come over and take a closer look:

"Camilla in red, the best female bounty hunter in the west, seems to have a lot of people interested in us."

"It should be you. The three of us together don't have as much bounty as you." Chen Jianqiu teased.

"Don't worry, you have the potential to make two thousand dollars."

Adam replied, and then continued to talk about the situation of "Red Clothes":

"I heard that this woman was of mixed Caribbean descent and somehow came to the United States. It was said that when she was twelve years old, she killed a group of gangsters surrounding their motorcade with a gun."

"But it would be really troublesome if we were targeted by her. This woman is most famous for her long-distance sniping. We have to watch our heads at all times."

Chen Jianqiu didn't say anything. He walked to the edge of the caravan and said to the two people behind him:

"Why are you standing there in a daze? Watching something valuable move back."

……

Sean likes to perform tasks at night, not only because of his innate protective color, but also because he can see things at night that he cannot see during the day.

He leaned against a wooden telegraph pole, lit a cigarette, and looked at the street in front of him.

A famous person once said that the real estate of the Irish is their butts and breasts.

The Irish woman not far in front of him now was both of those things. At this time, she was leaning against the door in disheveled clothes, sending a satisfied guest out in a delicate manner.

Sean was also satisfied. He not only figured out the terrain of this Irish neighborhood, but also figured out who their leader was.

At this point, he was as smart as usual. Although Chen Jianqiu didn't tell him what to do with the terrain here, his boss later dragged him aside and explained a lot.

Without exposing yourself, get as much information as possible, such as their habits, daily routine, and personnel composition.

Sean knew someone was going to be in trouble here.

The leader of the Irish people here is called Murphy, who is capable of provoking troubles, and this Irish woman is his mistress.

The door closed, Sean made a mark on the paper with a pen, and then put the paper and pen into his pocket.

He felt a little bored and was ready to leave the city and return to the village.

Denver at night was like many American towns in the 19th century. It was foggy and there were not many pedestrians on the road.

But a carriage suddenly stopped not far from Sean, and a man wearing glasses got out. He was so eager to get out of the car that he tripped over the edge of the car.

He held what looked like a wrapped picture album under his arm and a notebook in his hand, and hurriedly walked into an alley on the street.

As he walked, he looked back, looking panicked and confused.

Sean is a nosy person, but when he thought of Chen Jianqiu's face, he decided that it would be better to go back and recover.

But soon another carriage stopped, and three or four people got out.

Sean didn't recognize these three or four people, but the way they were dressed was unforgettable to him.

These guys are from the Pinkerton Detective Agency.

The three or four people pressed their hats and followed the man into the alley.

Sean couldn't suppress his curiosity and quickly followed.

The alley was long, so in order to prevent himself from being discovered by the people in front of him, Sean simply went up to the roof.

The houses here are relatively low, and the roofs are connected by partitions. Sean ran from one roof to another, barely keeping up with the people in front of him.

Just when he was about to close the distance with them.

Suddenly there was a gunshot from ahead.

Sean was so frightened that he almost fell down the stairs. He leaned on the edge of the roof and looked down. The man wearing glasses fell face down on the ground. The bag of things that looked like a photo album and the The notebooks are also gone.

He climbed down the ladder from upstairs along the edge of the wall.

A piece of paper fell out of the man's pocket, and the wind blew from the alley, blowing the piece of paper to Sean's feet.

Suddenly, a burst of footsteps came from behind Sean.

Without thinking, the black man picked up the piece of paper and ran out of the alley as fast as he could.

"died?"

The owners of the footsteps stopped beside the corpse, and one of them asked.

"Well, he was shot in the head, well-aimed. Things were taken away," another person replied.

"It should be Pinkerton's gang. They are really quick to attack." The leader said, "Let's go quickly. The police will be here soon."

"It seems that we can only go through another way."

Sean ran out of the alley without stopping. He walked under a streetlight and looked at the words on the card.

This is a business card with a name written on it:

George Lockhart.