The gunfire in the carriage at the back of the train gradually subsided, followed by a loud shout.

Chen Jianqiu recovered from his contemplation, and he poked his head out of the window again and looked back.

At the interface of the luxury car at the back, the corpses were thrown outside, and it looked like they were all robbers;

Several of the surviving guys were tied behind their backs and escorted down by several men in suits armed with rifles.

The bodies were laid out on the ground side by side, and the living robbers, held at gunpoint by men in suits, faced the railroad tracks, knelt next to the bodies.

A man in a soft-brimmed top hat got off the train smoking a cigarette, and with a revolver in his hand, he walked unhurriedly next to the first robber.

The passengers in the front compartment who were forced to get off the train craned their necks to look this way.

He threw away the cigarette in his hand and shot the first robber in the head.

"Bang!"

A blood sprang out of the robber's head, and he fell forward, his head hitting the ground, and he was no longer alive.

Immediately afterward, he began to line up to shoot the robbers.

When the last one fell to the ground, the man handed the gun in his hand to one of his subordinates and turned to the carriage in front of him.

The crowd erupted in loud cheers, and some of them even tossed their hats in the air.

"Hail to the warriors who killed the robbers!"

The man smiled and waved at them.

"Friends, you are safe now, go back to your place." He said as he walked towards Chen Jianqiu's carriage.

At the junction of the carriages, he saw the smashed corpse.

He frowned, kicked the corpse down, and then walked towards Chen Jianqiu.

He came to Chen Jianqiu's side: "Sir, I heard that you subdued the leader of this group of robbers, is that so?" ”

Chen Jianqiu raised his eyebrows: "You and your people have been watching from behind?" ”

"Sorry, we're not police officers, we have our own duties." The man replied quite officially.

"No, it's not me, the man who subdued them took them to collect the bounty."

The man nodded, his gaze did not leave Chen Jianqiu: "Hello, my name is Russell Crowe, I am from New York, and I am a detective at the Pinkerton Detective Agency. ”

Asuka and Holmes glanced at each other, and Sean lowered his eyelids and looked at the floor.

"Huh?" Chen Jianqiu's face did not change much.

Russell didn't seem to notice the reaction of the people around him, he glanced at the gun on Chen Jianqiu's waist, and continued:

"In order to prevent such an unpleasant thing from happening again, we would like to check the identities of the passengers. So, can you tell me your name, nationality, occupation? ”

After he finished speaking, no one responded to him.

The passengers in the carriage had not yet come up again, and when they saw the corpse outside the carriage, they were all deterred.

The carriage was so quiet that you could hear a pin dropping.

Behind the man's back, Asuka and Danny's hands gradually slid to their waists.

"Well, Mr. Crowe, I would like to ask you that you don't have the right to enforce the law on this train, do you?"

Mark Twain spoke suddenly, he sat inside, only heard the gunshots outside, what was happening, but did not see.

Russell turned his head and stared intently at the writer's face for 10 seconds, remembering the identical photo he had seen in the New York Times not long ago, and a restrained professional smile appeared on his face.

"You are the famous writer Mr. Mark Twain, and I am honored to meet you here, but why are you alone in the ordinary carriage?"

Mark Twain didn't reply, because he really didn't know what to say.

It's all nonsense.

If I buy a luxury car ticket, will I still take the ordinary car?

As a well-paid best-selling author, the 45-year-old does have a chance to become a rich man, provided he doesn't touch the messy investments of typewriters and publishing houses.

The most important thing is that I didn't touch the damn thing like stocks.

If it weren't for the loss of all kinds of investments and his pants were gone, he would not have gone to the west to collect materials to write a new book to pay off his debts.

Russell saw that Mark Twain didn't speak, and he wasn't embarrassed to ask any more questions, he glanced at Chen Jianqiu and made up for it in his own mind.

Okay, please anyone, please also please, these people are probably peers, although they don't seem to be as professional as themselves, co-authoring great writers to experience life in ordinary cars.

"Sorry to bother you, Mr. Writer, but we are providing security services for a distinguished gentleman in the luxury carriage."

Russell took a square towel from the bag on his chest and wiped his nose.

"We'll send someone to contact someone nearby to deal with the blown tracks, but in the meantime, I hope you don't get too close to the luxury car to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings."

This sentence was said to Chen Jianqiu, and after saying that, he turned around and left.

"Another Fultz." Chen Jianqiu looked at Russell's distant back and snorted coldly.

"Boss, that person shouldn't have seen our identity just now, right?" Sean whispered to Chen Jianqiu.

"There shouldn't be, their organizations themselves should also carry out their own tasks independently, for example, the first people who followed us and the ones we caught in Denver before were not a group of people, and these people should have come from the east."

Chen Jianqiu fell into contemplation again.

Along the way, they met a lot of people who were looking for trouble, some of them were interested in treasures, such as Morris and Hernandez; There are those who are interested in their bounties, such as the Bane brothers; There are also those who defend their beliefs until their psychology is distorted, and they never die, such as Fultz.

But he really couldn't understand what kind of Pinkerton agents who followed him at the earliest, and the only sure head-to-head confrontation he had so far was in the cave outside Montrose.

And, after his later analysis, the attack should have been purely accidental, and the agent should not have received instructions from above.

So, what are these people going to do?

The passengers who had been kicked off the train had already returned to the carriage one after another, chattering about what had just happened.

They all boasted of the heroics of the well-dressed white agents when they killed the robbers, but they stayed away from the hillbillies around them who also killed the robbers with strange complexions.

Chen Jianqiu didn't care about these people's strange eyes, if he cared about these, he was afraid that he wouldn't live for a month after waking up.

The conductor suddenly appeared, and when the robbery happened just now, he locked himself in his small single room, squatted in the corner, and silently remembered that the years were quiet and everything was peaceful.

Then Pinkerton's detectives "politely" invited him out.

He was sent to the nearest railway administration to look for help.

So the train stopped in the wilderness, and everyone waited but waited.

But not long after, a well-dressed servant appeared in the carriage where Chen Jianqiu was, and he said to Chen Jianqiu and Mark Twain very respectfully:

"Two gentlemen, come with me if you wish, my master please."

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