"Someone just attacked the train."

Russell lifted the lantern in his hand, and he began to scan the people in the carriage.

The light shone on Chen Jianqiu's face, and he looked calm as always.

Russell's gaze turned to Asuka's face, paused for a few seconds, and did not find any answer from his face, as for the white cowboy, it seemed that he had been asleep since he entered this carriage, as if he had not even changed his posture.

Russell raised the height of the lantern in his hand, he glanced at the carriage, his brow furrowed, and then, loudly, shouted:

"Where's the black guy who came with you just now?"

Chen Jianqiu didn't answer, he sat in a chair, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and looked at Detective Pinkerton in front of him with interest.

"Speak quickly!" Russell raised his voice, his hand reaching for his waist.

But Chen Jianqiu was not angry at all, and he didn't mean to answer at all, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

In Russell's view, this is a blatant provocation.

Just as he was about to have a seizure, the shadow behind the saddle moved, and a man got up from his chair, rubbing his eyes.

The light in the carriage was so dim just now that no one noticed that there was a man lying in the shadow, still a black man.

"What's the matter, sir, I was sleeping."

The black man walked under the light of the horse's light, and looked sleepy-eyed.

Russell looked at him, then at Chen Jianqiu, and pointed at Chen Jianqiu viciously: "You'd better be honest with me." ”

Chen Jianqiu looked disapproving, but Sean on the side shrugged his shoulders and reminded kindly: "You'd better not point your finger at him, it usually won't end well." ”

Russell snorted, carried the lamp and walked away with his men.

Chen Jianqiu's voice came from behind him: "Mr. Detective, if you need help, say hello." ”

Russell sped out of the carriage, a little angry, he always felt that there was something wrong with these people, but he could not catch them.

After Pinkerton's detectives left the carriage, calm returned to the carriage.

"Boss, I didn't find any notes in the carriage in front of me, but I have a lot of money." Sean leaned over and changed his sleepy-eyed appearance.

"Did you do it?" Chen Jianqiu raised his eyebrows.

"No, I didn't move anything, as you commanded." Sean's head shook like a rattle.

Chen Jianqiu immediately straightened up and told a few people what had just happened.

"What's your opinion? Adam? Chen Jianqiu said to Adam in the corner.

"They'll come back." Adam didn't know when he woke up, he leaned forward, the moonlight shining through the car window on his face.

His face was frighteningly pale, his sideburns were already soaked with sweat, and he didn't know that he thought he had just crawled out of the water.

"What's wrong with you? Adam? Chen Jianqiu hurriedly sat down next to Adam, he helped Adam, and asked, "Do you want me to call Teresa over?"

"It's okay, it's okay anymore, it's an old problem." Adam waved his hand, "Teresa has also seen it, it's been a few days to live, where did we just go?" ”

"You said they would come back." Asuka said.

"The Apache warriors won't rest up, and without heavy weapons, these Pinkerton scraps can't stop them." Adam said.

"Then let's wait and see." Chen Jianqiu was very worried about Adam's body, "Are you sure it's okay?" ”

Although I don't know why he joined this team, I don't know why he has been teaching himself various shooting techniques.

But since they got along during this time, the person in front of him has become the most reliable combat force in the team and his best teacher.

"Don't worry, you won't die for a while, there are some things I haven't taught you yet."

Adam closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, a smile on his unshaven lips.

Sean relayed the news to the three people in the front compartment, and Teresa sighed, she knew better than anyone else about Adam's physical condition.

"Tell him not to touch alcohol again, if he continues to drink like this, I'm not sure if he will survive for half a year." Teresa admonished.

On the morning of the third day, the railroad builders arrived near the train, and with them arrived the railcar with sleepers and rails.

The foreman at the head frowned as he looked at the blown up railway.

The robbers grabbed the train and dragged the mud and water, but the rails were not ambiguous at all, and they had no idea how much explosives were used.

Due to the large amount of explosives used, several sections of rails were not as simple as being blown and bent, but a large section was blown alive.

Sleepers were scattered all over the ground, and the mutilated "corpses" of the railroad tracks were pressed all over the place, and even the roadbed had been blown out of a large crater that needed to be rebuilt.

"What do you see? Work hard! The white man glanced at a few Chinese railroad workers beside him.

"Master, I can't do this job, when I came, I didn't say that this was the case. Moreover, the wages ...... last time," a Chinese laborer who looked a little older said, pointing to the mess at the scene, and said cautiously.

"! Hurry up and get to work. The foreman tilted his eyes, "This morning, I'll finish it all, or I won't want a penny of wages." ”

The old man was helpless, so he had to remove the shovel from the rail car, beckoned the laborers behind him, and began to repair the railway.

They took off their gowns, tied them around their waists, and bent down to pick up the gravel scattered on both sides of the rails with a spade; The remaining two men walked to the middle of the railroad and worked together to move the broken sleepers out.

Their bodies were skinny and bent by the weight of their hands.

The scorching New Mexico sun shone on their rickety backs, glowing with waxy yellow oil.

The desert wind blew the sand on their dark faces, which were like shrunken oranges, crumpled and full of vertical and horizontal ravines.

Bean-sized beads of sweat collect along the ravines to the chin, dripping from there and falling into the dirt beneath their feet, where they quickly disappear.

But they didn't say a word, and bowed their heads to do the work at hand.

The foreman himself, on the other hand, trotted in the direction of the train.

When the conductor went to ask for support, he did not specify the identity of the passengers on the train, but he must have been rich or expensive, because his boss told him to fix it in one day.

Since it was blown up like this, the construction period is still so tight, how can you do it without adding money?

After a few minutes under the luxury car, he got only one reply: "Only give half a day, get the money to fix it and get out of here!" ”

He walked back happily with the green dollar in his arms, admiring his foresight as he went.

This money is all self-earned rush money, as for those Chinese workers, what does this money have to do with them?

But when he looked up, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

"The boss has given money, go and help!"

I don't know who shouted in the car

A group of people jumped out of the train and ran towards the place where the tracks were broken, scrambling for fear that they would not have their share if they were too late.

(End of chapter)