The chief died, and the detectives were a little confused for a while.

But there are still brave men who stand up.

The detective, who had been standing next to Russell, raised the gun in his hand.

He is Russell's deputy, and he is looking forward to the violent death of his stubborn boss day and night, and now that the opportunity has come, how can he not cherish it.

Kill Russell's killer, turn the tide, protect your employer, and capture that Indian hero, Pinkerton's Ace Detective title is expected.

Different people have the same dreams, and the same dreams are shattered by the same people.

Chen Jianqiu didn't give him a chance to wake up at all, and beat him to a pulp with a troll.

"Who else wants to try?" Chen Jianqiu looked around at the detectives around him, and the rest of the detectives looked at each other.

Coming out to work is to earn a salary, but the chief is dead, so why work so hard?

The person in front of him looked a little fierce, and the few people behind him were not good, and there were many Indians in the carriage opposite, so there was no reason to fight anymore.

So when one of them put down his gun, the rest followed suit.

Chen Jianqiu threw the shotgun back to Danny, took off his gloves, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and looked at the detectives with satisfaction.

"Well, that's pretty much it." Chen Jianqiu covered the match with his hand, it was windy outside the train, and it was not easy to light a cigarette, "If there is anything, you can sit down and talk, there is no need to fight and kill, and it is not my intention to kill you all, right?" ”

He pointed to a detective and beckoned to him, "You, come here." ”

This detective was the little boss on duty in the sleeper car before, he handed over the guard task of the carriage to Chen Jianqiu ten minutes ago, and now he stood there dumbfounded, his face full of shock.

Who the hell is this guy?

Suddenly, he heard Chen Jianqiu calling him, he glanced left and right, and after confirming that it was calling him, he had to walk towards Chen Jianqiu.

"Come on! Run! Chen Jianqiu waved his hand, and the detective had to change from walking to trotting.

"What's your name?" Chen Jianqiu saw the detective coming to his side and stuffed the cigarette in his hand into his mouth.

"Well, my name is Bispin." The detective is a bit cramped.

"Okay, you're the head of these detectives now." Chen Jianqiu patted him on the shoulder, "Leave the gun, and then take all of you back to the ordinary car,"

"When I'm done, who is in favor of it? Who is against? He looked around at the detectives around him again, his face calm and unenraged.

No one responded.

"Okay, that's it."

Bispin was a little dazed, he suddenly became the commander of a dozen Pinkerton squads for some reason, which he had never dreamed of before.

But what does it feel like is not right?

He looked at Chen Jianqiu, then at the corpses lying on the ground, and at the brothers who were moaning.

"Go quickly, or I can't guarantee that you will be able to withstand the wrath of the Indian god of war." Chen Jianqiu said in a low voice.

Jeronimo, who was in the carriage of the prisoner car, heard the gunfire outside and stopped, and knew that something was going on on the other side, but he was shocked when he saw a young man in his twenties who had two shots that had shocked all the detectives.

This young man he had seen the night before, and he had lost a 1v1 duel with him, something he had never done in his decades of fighting career.

However, the young man shocked him with much more than that.

Vyalik, the high priest of the Apache tribe and his teacher, was standing next to the young man intact.

The detectives retreated from the platform outside the carriage.

The door to the carriage of the prisoner car on the opposite side opened, and Geronimo and a group of Apache warriors stepped out of it.

Jerónimo stepped across the carriage and rushed over, hugging the high priest beside Chen Jianqiu.

"Great, teacher, it's good that you're okay!"

The old priest patted Geronimo's broad back and signaled that he was all right.

"It was this warrior who saved me." He pointed to Chen Jianqiu next to him, and the wrinkles on his face stretched, "And Luo Czen, she is also saved, and a lady is taking care of her." ”

The two of them were communicating in their own tribe's language the whole time, and Chen Jianqiu couldn't understand a word.

But the stout Indian chief turned to him, put his hand to his heart, and made a tribal salute.

"Thank you, my friend! Forgive me, I thought you were the enemy guarding the prison cart the night before. Jerónimo paid his respects in English.

The Apache tribes are brave and warlike, and they expect friendship while respecting the strong.

Chen Jianqiu nodded, he pointed to the guns thrown down by the detectives: "Let your soldiers pick up all the guns that can shoot, your weapons are too bad, this kind of dispatch is completely filled with human lives." ”

Geronimo was helpless: "This operation is my negligence, it is I who save people's hearts, our tribe cannot live without the high priest." ”

The bruised warriors behind him didn't speak, but from their eyes, Chen Jianqiu could see that he had infinite trust in the leader.

None of them regretted giving their lives for their people.

"Now, then, let's find out who started it all." Chen Jianqiu walked to the door of Astor's carriage.

From the moment now, there was silence inside the carriage, and it seemed that all this outside had not affected the people inside.

Chen Jianqiu slammed his foot towards the door.

Surprisingly, the gate chain is not locked.

There wasn't a single person in it.

In the luxurious carriage, all the furnishings had not moved, and Lockhart's notes and the replica of the map, which looked like a picture book, were spread out on the table.

Astor is gone.

Chen Jianqiu frowned.

When did this guy get the news and run away?

"Adam and Asuka, are you two sure you didn't see Astor coming out of this house?" Chen Jianqiu turned his head and asked the two.

Asuka shook his head: "I'm staring at the detectives who shot and not paying attention. ”

"I don't see anyone coming out of this room." Adam replied affirmatively, "He should have been with Russell before, and they probably went off the roof of the car." ”

"Ordinary cars? Walk! Chen Jianqiu led a group of people and walked briskly towards the carriage in front.

But as they reached the front section, the first time he had seen Astor's carriage, a steam whistle suddenly came from the front.

The train slowed down, and it looked like it was coming to a stop again.

"Let's go, get on the roof and see what's going on!"

Chen Jianqiu climbed onto the roof of the car with the flying birds.

"Boss, what do you think that's that?" The sharp-eyed bird pointed ahead.

"Hey, telescope!" Chen Jianqiu shouted below.

Sean threw the telescope up from below.

Chen Jianqiu used his binoculars to look in the direction pointed by the bird, and in front of the train, on both sides of the tracks, a group of people gathered there densely.

They were all on horseback, dressed in uniform and carrying rifles on their backs, while behind them were a variety of heavy weapons on the flatbed wagons.

Chen Jianqiu immediately jumped off the roof of the car.

"What's wrong?" Jerónimo asked.

"You were targeted by the U.S. Army when you came out, and they're in front now." Chen Jianqiu said as he walked towards the back of the car, "Inform everyone, re-assemble at the back of the car." ”

"Let's go!" Jerónimo gave an order, and the Indian soldiers followed Chen Jianqiu and ran to the back of the car again.

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