Chen Jianqiu didn't mind letting Browning die in this place, although he remembered that this person lived at least until the 20s of the 20th century.

But he didn't want to face a gang that was at least twice as large as him.

Browning and his bodyguards had at least spears in their hands, and if he could, he would either find an opportunity to run away with the other two or find a way to ally with Browning and them.

But at this time, it is not too reliable to want a white man to believe that a Chinese, a black man and an Indian, not his white compatriots.

The fat woman slowly climbed up from the basement, she walked to the table, but when she looked at Chen Jianqiu's hand again, there was nothing.

"Madame, what's wrong with you?" Chen Jianqiu turned around and asked.

The fat woman's expression is very strange.

Is this Chinese in front of him a wizard?

The one-eyed man sitting across the table didn't seem to have enough to eat, and he looked at the stew bowl, which had been shaved by Sean.

So he got up, took a cup from the bar, walked over to the stove where the coffee was brewing, poured a cup of coffee, and returned to his seat.

He took out a dry loaf of bread from his bosom, broke it open, and took the coffee and put it in his mouth.

"Aha, hot coffee, the most wonderful thing on a rainy night and a snowy day." Browning rubbed his nose again, and he stood up, ready to pick up a cup of coffee to taste as well.

But Tom stood up.

"I'll go ahead and book a room for tonight."

He walked up to the fat woman, who had already returned to the bar.

"Boss, how many rooms do you have left empty here?" Tom asked.

"There are only three rooms left, and these three guests may have come from out of town, and they are together and occupy one." The fat woman replied.

Tom seemed to understand something, and he continued, "Then give us the rest, and give me a few cups." ”

The proprietress took a few cups from under the bar and stuffed them into Tom's hand.

Tom came to the coffee pot and began to pour it, the light in the corner where the coffee pot was placed, and the flame of the stove flickered on and off, reflecting Tom's back.

"Why are you so slow?" Browning couldn't wait any longer and shouted.

Tom turned around, walked over with two cups of coffee, and said with a smile: "Boss, don't worry, this coffee smells good." ”

Browning was about to take the coffee, but caught a glimpse of the staring eyes of several bodyguards, and gave it to them.

"Go pour a few more glasses." He said to Tom.

The two bodyguards didn't care about the coffee, but just blew it a few times and began to drink.

Indeed, for Americans, what could be more comforting to the soul than a hot cup of coffee on a strange journey.

"My father was a Mormon, and he strictly forbade me to smoke, drink, and even coffee. Cigarettes and alcohol are fine, but not letting me drink coffee is killing me. "You know, I'm more of a firearms designer, and coffee inspires me." ”

At this time, Tom brought two more cups of coffee, and Browning took one of them, pointed at Chen Jianqiu and said, "Tom, give each of these three people another cup." ”

"Well, no need, we'll do it ourselves, thank you, haha." Chen Jianqiu is polite, although he knows that his politeness is often seen as a hypocrisy by white Americans.

Browning didn't force it, but Tom walked over to the coffee pot for some reason.

Browning was a little strange, but picked up the cup anyway.

He was ready to taste what the coffee tasted like in the wilderness.

His lips moved closer to the rim of the glass.

Suddenly, the sound of a horse bell came from outside the door, and along with the sound of the horse bell and the rain, came a man's shout:

"Chen! I know you're in there! Hurry up and get me out! I've got you, hahaha! ”

Everyone's eyes instantly turned to Chen Jianqiu and the others.

Browning also put down the coffee cup in his hand, looking a little nervous.

Chen Jianqiu's mind searched quickly, who was this person shouting outside the door now?

With a bang, the door of the hotel was kicked open, and the wind swept the rain in.

A drenched man appeared at the gate with a gun, his beard cocked upwards and a little rain hanging from it. Next to him, there was a young man holding a gun to cover him, forming a cross angle of fire with the man.

Chen Jianqiu looked at the beard, a little familiar, wasn't this the bounty hunter Hanif and his groom that he had met in the valley two days ago?

The hall on the first floor was so quiet that you could only hear the wind howling, the rain crashing against the windows, and the coffee boiling in the coffee pot.

Everyone's eyes turned from Chen Jianqiu to the door.

Chen Jianqiu, on the other hand, looked around.

Browning's fingers trembled a little, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart; Tom put down the coffee pot and cup in his hand and turned around; The other three bodyguards subconsciously touched the guns on the table.

The fat woman glanced at the door, and her eyes returned to Chen Jianqiu; The man in the basement showed his head and quietly looked out the door; The bearded hand touched his waist; One-eyed, on the other hand, took off his hat and stared at the door viciously with the remaining eye.

Asuka and Sean looked at Chen Jianqiu at the same time, and Chen Jianqiu's face was indifferent.

Respond to change with the same.

At this time, Hanif at the door was also observing the scene in the hall, and when he swept the one eye that had taken off his hat, and then glanced at the other people in the inn, he made a jaw-dropping gesture.

He waved his hand to the young man beside him, and then slowly moved back together, and after retreating outside the door, he hooked his foot and closed the door.

"Everyone, talk slowly, you're in the wrong place! Leave! ”

The sound came from outside the door, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps and the sound of horse bells.

"Boss, aren't those three people on the bounty list?" As he rode his horse, the groom said loudly that the rain was so heavy that he was afraid that Hanif in the carriage would not be able to hear clearly.

"You're blind!" Hanif was furious, he had originally made an appointment with the famous Bane brothers, but the two of them failed to make an appointment on the grounds that the distance was too far, "Is there a good person at that table except for that young man?" ”

"I blinded the one-eyed other eye, and I sent the bearded brother to the gallows, who knows how these people could get together. I just don't know why I didn't fire on the spot, otherwise we would both have died here. ”

"We can spell it out." Marv Downey was a little unwilling.

"Shut up!" Hanif's anger is even greater, and he feels that Mav Downey has followed him all these years in vain.

How can a bounty hunter be desperate? How can you make money with all your might?

The fire in his belly also stems from a fake news that is not fake news.

A day ago, a man in a bowler hat stopped him on the road and told him the whereabouts of Chen Jianqiu and the three of them.

"If they continue on their current route, they should be staying at a small hotel in the town below the hill in the evening." The man said, "The last time they fought, their weapons were very bad, and you could just go in and capture them." ”

According to Hanif's rich experience, he would not have believed the words of a stranger so easily, but the man took out a small piece of paper, and the name on it was too dazzling and shiny, so that Hanif looked sideways:

Pinkerton Detective Agency.