Chen Jianqiu exerted his strength in his waist and abdomen, and returned to the roof of the car.

If the Indian priest had been locked up in the sleeping compartment of the expedition, the guards there should not have been so lax, and he could have probed later in the name of going to Mark Twain.

But if it's not there.

Chen Jianqiu leaned over and looked at the carriage behind him.

There was one more wagon at the back, followed by several bucket wagons with coal ore in them, and then there were the freight wagons, where their horses and luggage were.

Chen Jianqiu lightly took a few more steps towards the back.

He saw the whole carriage in its entirety.

The back door of Astor's carriage is locked, and there is only an open-air aisle on either side of the carriage for guards to accompany and patrol.

The two carriages are connected by a coupler.

This carriage has no windows, and like the freight carriage at the back, it is much more tightly guarded than the sleeper carriage in front.

The two entrances, one in front and one in the back, are guarded by two Pinkerton detectives.

Since the train was not moving, both detectives stepped out of the carriages, and the two stood on each side of the carriage junction.

Unlike the two fishers in the carriage in front of them, the two men patrolled back and forth with guns in their hands, watching warily what was happening in the direction of the train.

The doors of the carriage were locked.

It seems that the priest is most likely locked up in this carriage.

If you find that priest, rescue him directly, tie up Astor, and leave tonight.

If the unexpected person is not inside, he still ties up Aster, and he will still slip away tonight.

Since they have to slip away no matter what, the two hapless Pinkerton detectives won't survive.

Chen Jianqiu touched the edge of the roof of the car, and he hung upside down again.

One of the detective's mouths was covered, and a dagger slashed his throat.

He didn't say a word, and his eyes lost the brilliance of life.

Chen Jianqiu's hand was still holding his head, and only after the detective had swallowed his breath did he let go of his hand, and the man fell limply to the ground.

And himself, like a big bat, somersaulted, jumped down and landed safely on the ground.

Detective Pinkerton, who was next to him, heard the commotion, but as soon as he turned his head, he saw a dagger flying in front of him.

The dagger thrown by Chen Jianqiu pierced the detective's eyebrows, and the blade sank deep into his head, causing the detective to fall to the ground on his back.

Except for the sound of the corpse hitting the ground, there was no other unusual movement during the whole process.

Chen Jianqiu dragged the body in, and he turned sideways to observe the situation at the other end of the carriage.

The strange thing is that on the other side of the carriage, the two detectives who were still patrolling there just now, are also nowhere to be found.

Chen Jianqiu frowned, but he didn't stop his movements.

He pulled the dagger from the detective's head, took out the key from the waist of one of the detectives, and dragged both bodies under the car.

After everything was quickly processed, Chen Jianqiu opened the door of the carriage with the key.

It was also dark inside, except for a kerosene lamp near the middle part, illuminating the small places around it.

Chen Jianqiu's body did not turn, he stared at the kerosene lamp, turned his hand behind his back, and gently closed the carriage door behind him.

He touched the wall of the carriage with his hand, slowly, slowly moving forward.

Chen Jianqiu tried to enter the state of the lower shooter, but from his current perspective, he didn't find anything abnormal in this carriage.

The darkness was familiar to him, and he always felt that something was wrong.

Approaching the range of the kerosene lamp, a cage appeared in Chen Jianqiu's field of vision, and a few steps further, the person imprisoned in the cage also appeared in front of him.

Although he couldn't see clearly in the dim light, Chen Jianqiu could still be sure that this person was an Indian.

He slowly approached the cage.

Just as he was about to step forward to see if there was any way to open the iron cage.

The hairs on his body stood on end.

The sound of a sharp object cutting through the air reached his ears, and something flew towards his neck.

Chen Jianqiu leaned back sharply, he turned sideways, and something flew under his chin against his Adam's apple.

The thing fell within the illumination range of the kerosene lamp, and Chen Jianqiu could see its appearance clearly.

A blow arrow.

Before Chen Jianqiu could turn around, a black shadow rushed out from the darkness beyond the reach of the light and attacked him.

The black shadow's movements were primitive and unconventional, but they were unusually swift and deadly, like a cougar puncing its prey, heading straight for his neck.

This man has a sword in his hand,

Chen Jianqiu hurriedly stepped back, and he moved out of the way, avoiding the fatal blow.

The black shadow couldn't strike a blow, and quickly changed the direction of the attack, he was agile, ravaged up, and the short knife in his hand was raised again, slashing at Chen Jianqiu's neck.

The movements are too fast, and the knife technique is so primitive and weird that it is impossible to judge where it will go next.

Chen Jianqiu stepped back again, and he would dodge the slash.

The figure of the black shadow had already entered the range of the light, and Chen Jianqiu also saw his face.

It was a middle-aged Indian man, and the winds of the American Southwest had left their mark on his bronzed face, with ravines crisscrossing him.

But his eyes were filled with the wildness and gritty of the Sonora desert.

The middle-aged man's face flashed, and he continued to rush forward, the short knife in his hand kept slashing, and he changed direction again.

But this time, Chen Jianqiu had already seen his movements clearly.

There was a "bell", he bent one knee slightly, his body slightly sideways, one arm raised, and the dagger in his hand was unsheathed, holding the blade that slashed at his neck again.

And his other leg suddenly exerted force, and a kick came out, and it kicked firmly into the man's lower abdomen.

"Bang!"

The man was kicked a few steps backwards, and his back slammed into the iron sheet of the carriage, shaking the entire carriage.

There was a bustling sound outside the carriage, and it seemed that the fight here had alarmed the Pinkerton detectives outside.

Seeing that he had no chance, the shadow quickly fled to the other end of the carriage.

He slammed open the door and jumped onto the cart.

After jumping over a few bucket carts, he jumped onto a waiting horse and galloped.

Chen Jianqiu also quickly exited the carriage, and he went up to the roof again.

The detectives' attention was drawn to the fleeing Indians on horseback, and they opened fire in the direction he was fleeing.

No one noticed Chen Jianqiu, who was running wildly in the opposite direction on the roof of the car.

It seems that Astor can't be tied up tonight, it's really a pity.

When Russell and his men reappeared in Officer Pinkerton's rest car, Chen Jianqiu was crossing Erlang's legs, bragging to the birds.

"What's the matter? Mr? ”

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(End of chapter)