Ten minutes ago, at the entrance of the sleeper car.

Chen Jianqiu stepped back from the car window, he closed the curtain of the car window, and gave Sean a look.

Sean inadvertently and quietly moved behind a detective.

"Or is it safe here?" Chen Jianqiu leaned against the side of the carriage door, staring at the other detective and said.

His smile is kind, and he looks harmless to humans and animals.

"yes, yes." The detective touched the sweat on his forehead, he had heard the legend of the Indian, and it was said that countless white soldiers had died under his hands.

He turned around and looked out the window, but he didn't dare to poke his head out of the window, but judged the battle at the rear of the car from the sound of gunfire.

But in the next second, his mouth was covered.

A dagger slammed diagonally into his lungs from behind his back.

The detective felt that he could no longer breathe, he could not speak, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

On the other side, Sean also pulled out a rope and tightly strangled the other detective's neck from behind.

The gun in the detective's hand fell to the ground with a "thud", and his hands went to pull the rope around his neck.

He struggled desperately, took a few steps back, and slammed into the door of the carriage with a "bang" and the black man behind him.

Chen Jianqiu had already leaned over and stabbed the detective in the heart, he turned the dagger around, pulled it out, and blood gushed out.

Sean was just about to push the detective's body down from the carriage, but was stopped by Chen Jianqiu: "If the person at the back of the car sees it, you will know that something is wrong here." ”

He crouched down, wiped his hands and dagger on the detective's clothes, and then said to Sean:

"Go to the front and rear compartments and call out to Danny and them, we're going to act."

Sean nodded and got on the roof.

Chen Jianqiu stood up and looked at the four remaining rooms in the carriage.

Just as he was about to open the door to the third room, the door to the second room was opened.

The man Chen Jianqiu saw just now appeared at the door.

The man was shirtless, very muscular, his hair was unusually thick, and his chest was covered with golden chest hair.

He was holding a cigar in his mouth, a glass of whiskey in one hand and his pants in the other.

"MD, it's noisy, what's the situation, a bunch of people are running around on the roof of the car." The man apparently didn't hear the gunshots outside the train and didn't know what was going on outside.

When he saw Chen Jianqiu, Chen Jianqiu also saw him.

Saying that it was too late, the man turned around and ran into the room.

He is a very experienced bounty hunter who has met countless outlaws roaming the West, and Astor invites him to join his treasure hunt as an advisor.

The man smelled blood on Chen Jianqiu's body.

Almost instinctively, he immediately ran to the gun he had on the shelf.

His pants fell to the ground, but he wasn't in the mood to pick them up, and now he only had guns in his eyes.

However, a foot landed on his bare ass, followed by a dagger in the back of his heart.

Chen Jianqiu didn't want to make too much noise, so he didn't pull out the gun directly, but he ignored that in the room, there was a chili woman sitting on the bed.

The woman clung to the quilt to cover her body, she looked at the scene in front of her in horror, and then screamed in tears.

The man was kicked and threw himself to the ground. But as a hunter who has been crawling in the west for many years and can survive, his skills are not only drinking, smoking, and playing with women.

He quickly turned over, his legs like a rabbit kicking an eagle, and kicked towards Chen Jianqiu's body behind him.

If you were an ordinary person, I was afraid that you would be kicked firmly in the heart or in the lower part of the heart by these two feet, and then fly backwards.

But Chen Jianqiu didn't get hit, his memory, someone used this trick.

The eagle has talons, and he has a dagger in his hand.

He quickly turned sideways to avoid the two thick legs wearing "Maoqiu pants", and then stabbed the man's thigh!

It is very unsightly for a bare-ass man to do such an action, and Chen Jianqiu can't get used to him.

"Ah!!h

The man cried out in pain, "Damn yellow-skinned bastard, I'll kill you!" ”

Since the movement was already big, Chen Jianqiu didn't hide it anymore, he took out the revolver on his waist and shot it at the head of the man on the ground.

The man's head was opened, and he lay on the ground and did not move.

The woman's screams then stopped abruptly.

Chen Jianqiu walked out of the room, and he found that the movement here had already had an impact on the next few rooms.

Mr. Mark Twain's door opened, and when he saw that it was Chen Jianqiu, he closed the door again; Out of the fourth room was the scholar, who saw the revolver in Chen Jianqiu's hand and walked back obediently; The doors of the fifth and sixth rooms had a small crack open.

There were all women living in it.

"What kind of organizational structure is this broken expedition?"

Only the door of the third room was not opened.

If he had been a detective in Pinkerton, he would never have imprisoned the priest in the same place after that attack.

If he was really locked up in this sleeper car, it would have to be this one.

Chen Jianqiu approached the third room, and he nudged it.

The door is locked from the inside.

Chen Jianqiu stepped back sharply, and he pulled out the two revolvers.

There must have been someone in this room besides the priest, and it was most likely the detective guarding him.

He kicked the door open with a slam and dodged to the side.

"Bang!"

A shotgun struck where he had been standing, and spewed onto the window across the aisle, shattering the window in an instant.

A Pinkerton detective pointed a gun at the door, and he actually heard the movement outside.

He had already waited for whoever opened the door to be shot.

But when he pulled the ramrod to load the shotgun, two bullets hit him, followed by several more shots.

The detective was covered with a few more holes and fell to the ground.

Chen Jianqiu flashed through the door and raised his gun to search the corners of the room where there might be hidden people.

But there was no one else, only the old Indian priest tied to a chair.

"I'm here to save you, can you still move?" Chen Jianqiu didn't know if he could understand English, so he even spoke with gestures.

The old Indian opened his eyes, he was very old, but his eyes were very bright.

He nodded at Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu cut the rope for him and led him out of the room door.

At this point, the Dannies jumped from the roof of the car, both with weapons in their hands, followed by Sean and Holmes.

Suddenly, gunshots and horses' hooves could be heard outside the carriage aisle, and they were getting closer.

Chen Jianqiu looked out and saw an Indian woman driving a horse towards the carriage, apparently wanting to board the carriage.

But when she was about to get to the connection, she was hit by a bullet.

She fell off her horse.

Chen Jianqiu rushed forward with an arrow step and pulled her up.

"Lotzen?" The old Indian priest recognized the woman who had been shot.

"Mrs. Romney, please take care of this lady." Chen Jianqiu handed over the unconscious Indian woman to Teresa and asked Holmes to stay with her.

He beckoned to the others.

"Let's go, let's go to the back of the car." Chen Jianqiu walked at the front, put on leather gloves, and took the pump-action shotgun from Danny's hand.

In the carriage ahead, Adam and Asuka had already heard the commotion, but they never worried about their boss, and they kept an eye on the Pinkerton detectives who were fighting the Apache Indians in front of them.

It looks like the Pinkertons have the upper hand.

Russell was giving an impassioned speech, imagining people boasting about his exploits in capturing Indian heroes.

Chen Jianqiu felt annoyed when he looked at it, he rushed straight out of the carriage, and his heart was a troll.

The poor detective leader rushed out of the train with the railing, fell to the ground and rolled around, and then disappeared.

Sean shrugged his shoulders at the distant corpse and whispered:

"I say, don't point your finger at him, this person, hold a grudge."

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(End of chapter)