The light from the small window on the roof of the basement gradually became dim and faint, until finally it disappeared completely, and it was pitch black.

The door to the basement opened once, and a guard who had never seen it before came down and hung a dim lantern and threw a small piece of bread hard as a stone to each of the three men in the cell.

"I wish you all a good last night." The guard dropped one last word, closed the basement door, and removed the ladder as well.

Chen Jianqiu was lying on the bench, his posture had not moved, but his ears had been paying attention to the movement upstairs.

At first, there were a few people chatting, ranging from two fools beating each other on a nearby farm, to the latest appearance of a widow of unknown origin in town, until one suggested that he should go for a drink, and the sound of a man pacing back and forth was left.

I don't know how long it took, but the pacing stopped.

Chen Jianqiu sat up, gently knocked on the iron railing, and motioned for the black buddies to start working.

After groping for a while, Sean made a "click" and the lock was opened. And then, he once again proved his professionalism, and in a short time, the locks of Chen Jianqiu and Asuka's cell, along with the bracelets and anklets of the three of them, all fell to the ground.

Sean stepped on Asuka's shoulder, his hands up, and carefully pressed against the basement door.

The top could not be opened, and the door was locked from above.

Chen Jianqiu patted Sean's leg, motioned for him to come down first, and then whispered something in the ears of the two.

The first floor at the moment

The guard who stayed behind to be on duty was lying his feet on the table, reading today's newspaper and muttering about the wolf heart of his colleagues.

He has no share in drinking and gambling, and he is singled out for dirty work.

Suddenly, there was a "thump" in the basement.

"Fuck, what the hell are these fucking bastards up to." The guard held back the fire in his belly, and he pulled out the horsewhip from the drawer, carried the lantern, and prepared to go down to give the three bastards some memories before they died.

He opened the basement door and lowered the ladder. He put the light down and poked his head down.

"Cubs, let Daddy teach you how to be a prisoner honestly!"

Then, he saw a pair of white eyes and a crescent-like arc of white light.

The guards were dragged down by the company with a lamp, one of them pressed his legs, one locked his arms, and another person directly covered his mouth and nose.

The guards struggled desperately for a few minutes before they stopped moving.

The bird tested his snort, pressed his pulse again, and signaled to Chen Jianqiu that the guard was dead. He dragged the body to the cage and threw it on the bench while lying flat.

Chen Jianqiu climbed up the ladder gently, and then leaned against the wall and quietly walked to the corner of the stairs on the second floor and looked up.

There was no movement, and the security station was really only the guard they had just killed.

The heart is really big, is the security in the west too good? Or are the miners in this town too honest on weekdays?

He looked back, and Asuka followed him.

"Let's go." Asuka said.

"Where's Sean?" Chen Jianqiu suddenly noticed that the black man was missing, and turned around and asked.

The two of them retreated from the second floor and found the door of the sheriff's office open, and the black dude, with his ear on a safe behind the sheriff's seat, and his other hand flicking the knob.

"What are you doing? Let's go? Asuka was a little anxious and wanted to go over to Shawn.

"Shhhh Sean placed his index finger on his lips and made a silent gesture toward the bird.

The two of them looked at Chen Jianqiu at the same time, obviously, they had already tacitly acquiesced that Chen Jianqiu was the commander of this temporary three-person team.

Jian Qiu thought for a moment and stopped Asuka. He glanced at the bell in the hall, and then said to the birds, "You go and collect the guns and bullets, and we'll leave in five minutes." ”

Asuka nodded and walked away quickly.

"Are you sure you can handle this?" Chen Jianqiu walked to the table and asked in a low voice.

Sean didn't answer, he listened intently to the movement of the springs in the lock of the safe. However, after a long time, I only heard a "click", and the numbers in the first round were right.

Chen Jianqiu lamented the simplicity of the safe in the 19th century, turned around and walked to the desk in the sheriff's office, pulled out the drawer, and began to look through the contents of the drawer.

In the leftmost drawer, there was a bottle of wine and a pack of cigarettes, he picked up the cigarettes, put them in the pocket of his waistcoat, opened the lid of the wine, leaned his nose on it, smelled the aroma of roasted nuts and cereals, and looked at the label on the bottle.

"Kentucky Bourbon?" He resisted the urge to his neck and take a sip, put the wine on the table, and went to pull open the drawer in the middle.

Drawers are littered with a jumble of newspaper clippings, from the California Star to the Nevada Herald. But without exception, they are all advocating that Chinese laborers have encroached on the jobs of local workers and should be expelled. Chen Jianqiu picked up one of them, and there was a cartoon printed on it, showing a white American in a top hat, kicking the ass of a Chinese man with pigtails.

When did hard work become a reason for persecution?

He threw the clippings back in his hand and finally opened one of the rightmost drawers.

There was a book lying quietly in the drawer, Chen Jianqiu picked it up, a photo slipped down from the book, he picked it up and looked at it carefully, it was a group photo of several men at the door of the tavern.

He soon found the coal mine owner and Sheriff Morris in the middle of the two rows, both dressed in uniform and looking to be about 3 or 40 years old.

"It turns out that they have known each other for a long time." Chen Jianqiu stuffed the photo back into the notebook, ready to open the notebook to see what was written inside. But he heard a "bang", he turned around, and it turned out that Sean had already searched the safe and closed the door.

"What did you find inside?"

Sean shrugged his shoulders and handed Chen Jianqiu a few dollar bills, which looked like about a dozen dollars, but Chen Jianqiu didn't take them, but stared at his face.

The black man was a little hairy by him, and hurriedly handed him a deerskin bag: "Well, there is this."

Chen Jianqiu didn't move, still staring at the black man.

"Big brother, there's really nothing else." Negroes tremble.

"Qian Ling will keep it for now." Chen Jianqiu took the deerskin bag, his voice was calm, he reached into the bag with his hand, and pulled out a piece of paper-like thing that he didn't know what material it was.

The black man muttered in his heart, how did he become so generous now that he had stolen ten dollars and chased him for his life?

Chen Jianqiu didn't look at him again, but unfolded the thing in his hand. The material of the thing is very soft, some yellowish, even wrinkled. There was a scribbled painting on it, as if it was depicting a scene.

He was about to take a closer look when the sound of a bird next to him was heard.

"It's human skin." Asuka carried two spears in his hand, a revolver in his waist, and his bow and arrow and the axe behind him.

"A rifle, a shotgun, and a revolver from the guy we killed." Asuka placed the gun and bullets on the table.

Chen Jianqiu looked at the gun on the table. This rifle is Springfield 1861, a popular model in the Civil War, and the shotgun is a double-barreled shotgun, the model is Colt 1878, which is strictly a shotgun, with a mid-fold breech loading, fierce firepower, and worrying accuracy.

If the martial arts and physical reaction of a body are the instinctive reactions of this body, then this body doesn't seem to have shot much before, at least not feeling it; He knew some about firearms before he crossed over, but he had never used them, let alone marksmanship.

Chen Jianqiu put the human skin back in his pocket and stuffed the small book found in the drawer into it.

He threw the rifle to the Indians, and the revolver to the blacks.

Sean hurriedly threw the gun back in his hand as if he had a soldering iron, shaking his head like a rattle: "Hey, boss, I don't know how to use a gun." ”

Chen Jianqiu didn't say anything, inserted the revolver back into his waist, and lifted the double-barreled shotgun.

"Let's go!"