"Beauty, that's not too particular." Chen Jianqiu grabbed the woman's hand, "The gun cocoon in your hand can't be practiced in a day or two." ”

The smile on the woman's face is still there, and it is extremely enchanting.

Chen Jianqiu suddenly felt a cold hair stand on end.

Dangerous.

His body leaned back sharply and rapidly, bending into a bow.

A gunshot rang out, and a bullet flew past his face.

On the woman's left hand, there was an extra revolver at some point, and the muzzle of the gun was still smoking.

She was amazed that the person in front of her had dodged the shot that was so close.

Chen Jianqiu would not give her a chance to hesitate, he grabbed the woman's wrist and pulled it back hard, and his right hand rushed towards the woman's slender neck, ready to destroy the flowers with his spicy hands.

But the woman's reaction was also surprisingly fast, she threw away the pistol with her other hand, held Chen Jianqiu's hand that grabbed her, and came to his side with strength.

The long skirt flew up, and a pair of slender legs were exposed, and these legs 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 force, and if she didn't pay attention, in a few seconds, Chen Jianqiu's arm would be twisted off.

But the gap in strength was too big, and Chen Jianqiu turned over and pressed on the woman.

The body of the woman under her is soft but dangerous, Chen Jianqiu does not beat women in principle, provided that she is at least a woman.

He grabbed the woman, ready to smash her beautiful face and tell her to be honest.

But he suddenly felt the wind under his crotch, and one of the woman's legs quietly broke free of his control at some point, and hit his knee against his "hit point".

This woman is so ruthless.

He hurriedly dodged, but the woman took the opportunity to break free of control, and a tumbling struggle to get up.

"Puff"

A large piece of the skirt of the red dress was left under Chen Jianqiu's body, and the woman dodged into the woods.

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

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

What skirt do you wear to fight.

He walked back with his torn skirt, but saw Adam leaning against a tree by the side of the road, and the birds standing with him.

"I was just coming back when I heard gunshots here." Asuka had a bow in his hand, and when he heard a gunshot, he dropped his rod and ran over with the fish.

Chen Jianqiu nodded, and looked at Adam again:

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

"Chen, you're calling that thing wine?" Adam frowned, but then began again, "But that thing is really exciting. ”

"This thing came and went so fast that I woke up as soon as I got back to my bed. The old man washed my face and said that you came out by yourself, and I came with you. ”

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

"The red-clothed 'Camilla', the best female bounty hunter in the West, it seems that there are many people who are interested in us."

"It should be you, the three of us combined don't have much bounty." Chen Jianqiu teased.

"Rest assured, you have two thousand dollars of potential."

Adam replied, and then went on to talk about the situation in "The Red":

"I heard that this woman was of mixed Caribbean descent, and I don't know how she came to the United States, and it is said that when she was twelve years old, she shot and killed a gang of bandits around their convoy."

"But it's really troublesome for us to be targeted by her, this woman is best known for her long-range sniping, we have to keep an eye on our heads at all times."

Chen Jianqiu didn't say anything, he walked to the side of the caravan and said to the two people behind him:

"Why are you stunned, looking at what valuable things are moving back."

……

Sean loves to go on missions at night, not only because of his innate protective color, but also because he can see things at night that he can't see during the day.

Leaning against a wooden telephone pole, he 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 ass and tits.

The Irishman, who was now not far in front of him, had both. At this time, she was half-leaning against the door in disheveled clothes, delicately sending a satisfied guest out.

Sean was also satisfied, and he figured out not only the topography of the Irish neighborhood, but also who their head was.

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

Without revealing yourself, you can get as much information as possible, such as their habits, routines, and personnel composition.

Sean knew that someone here was going to be unlucky.

The head of the Irishman here is called Murphy, who does everything to pick quarrels and provoke trouble, and this Irish woman is his concubine.

The door closed, and Sean marked the paper with his pen and put the pen and paper in his pocket.

He felt a little bored and prepared to go out of the city and return to the village.

Denver at night, like many towns in the United States of the 19th century, is foggy and not crowded with pedestrians.

But a carriage suddenly stopped not far from Sean, and a man with glasses got out of it, and he was in a hurry to get out of the carriage, and his feet tripped over the edge of the car.

With what looked like a wrapped picture book under his arm, and a notebook in his hand, he hurried into an alley on the side of the street.

As he walked, he looked behind him, looking flustered.

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

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

Sean didn't know these three or four people, but his outfit was unforgettable.

These guys belong to the Pinkerton Detective Agency.

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

Sean couldn't suppress his curiosity and quickly followed.

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

The houses here are relatively low, with partitions between the roofs, and Sean can barely keep up with the people in front of him as he runs from roof to roof.

Just as he was about to close the distance between him and them.

Suddenly a gunshot rang out ahead.

Sean was so frightened that he almost didn't fall off the stairs, he leaned against the edge of the roof, and looked down, the man with glasses was lying face down on the ground, and the bag and notebook in his hand were gone.

He climbed from the upper floor down the ladder at the edge of the wall.

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

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps came from behind Sean.

The black man didn't have time to think, picked up the piece of paper, and ran out of the alley as fast as he could.

"Dead?"

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

"Well, I was shot in the head, and it was accurate. Things were also taken away. The other replied.

"It's supposed to be Pinkerton's gang, they're really fast." The man in charge said, "Let's go, the police will be here later." ”

"It seems that we have to go one other way."

Sean ran all the way out of the alley, and he walked under a street lamp and glanced at the words on the card.

Here's a business card with a name on it:

George Lockhart.