Lawyer Maxween met his client as he wished.

"This is my client?" He asked Paylor beside him with a look of disbelief.

Fred's head was covered with a large bandage, covering half of his head, and it looked like a strange plaster sculpture.

At this time, he was lying flat on the wooden bed in the cell, unconscious. The loyal subordinate next to him was taking care of him.

"I protest! My client needs urgent treatment! The lawyer exclaimed.

"We have given him first aid and his life is not in danger for the time being." Pyler replied.

"No, you're taking care of human life, he hasn't woken up yet, I ask ......" The lawyer's words were not finished,

Pyler couldn't help it anymore:

"Fred, don't pretend anymore, on the way back just now, I already noticed that you woke up."

The "plaster sculpture" remains motionless.

Speechless, Pyler turned his head to the lawyer and said, "Let's talk." ”

He knew he had no way to stop Fred from communicating with his lawyer alone, which was allowed by New Mexico law.

Then he walked out of the cell and into the first interrogation room next door.

In the interrogation room, one of his deputies was arraigning one of Fred's men.

"What is the purpose of your presence at James Ranch?"

“……”

"How many of you came?"

“.……”

This Fred's subordinate was pretending to be stupid the whole time, unable to answer a word.

Pyler opened the door and returned to the corridor, where he went to the second interrogation room.

Unlike the first room just now, Fred's dogleg who is being interrogated is a black buddy.

He was vividly describing the battle in the ranch to the police officers who interrogated him.

"Eh, sir, you don't know, the situation was terrifying, and we were at war with James and wanted justice from them; But suddenly, a dozen or so people rushed from the direction of the sheepfold. ”

"They have no warrior glory at all, they come to deceive, they come to attack us, their fire is very fierce, they take us by surprise from behind. But we bravely fought back, killing many of them. ”

The black buddies said with their eyebrows fluttering, and the spittle stars flew sideways.

"But according to our investigation, there is no one there, um~, judging from the situation of the corpse, in addition to your people, there are only a dozen sheep." The interrogating officer frowned.

"No way, sir! That's their people running away," said the black buddy with certainty, "or the power of the devil, heavy rain!" Right! That heavy rain! It must be. ”

What is this? What can this interrogate?

Pyler's heart was frustrated for no apparent reason, and he slammed the door to the interrogation room behind him.

The night was silent outside, and in the corridors there were several people patrolling the courtyard outside the house, in addition to the guards guarding the doors of each house.

These were all arranged by him.

Even though Fred's men were still alive and without weapons, he wanted to make sure nothing went wrong.

Billy's death made him miserable,

He didn't want to see Daddy James and Emily die too.

He knew Fred's gang, they were cunning and cunning, and they had turned Billy into an outlaw.

Pyler kills Billy with his own hands, from behind him, with the gun Billy gave him.

There's no way, Billy is a bandit, he's a policeman, and they can only live their own destiny.

It seems that everyone doesn't have to sleep today.

He looked to the room at the back of the hallway, where Emily was in.

Pyler hesitated, but turned around and walked back to the office across from him.

What's the use of talking to her about that now?

He closed the door, poured himself a cup of coffee, and sat down in his chair, intending to take a break.

But before his ass was hot, there was a knock on the door again.

What is the situation today? Why is everyone here?

Pyler put down the coffee cup in his hand, stood up, walked to the door, and opened it.

A hook-nosed man with a gray soft-brimmed bowler hat and an old cowboy with a white beard appeared outside the door, followed by several men with guns on their shoulders.

Pyler frowned, he didn't remember any time when such a group had appeared around him.

"Hello Sergeant Peal, my name is Lynch, and I'm a detective for the Pinkerton Detective Agency." Hooked nose gets straight to the point, he takes a card-like thing from his upper suit and hands it to Pealer.

"We have obtained enforcement authority in New Mexico and can assist you with your case." He handed over another document stamped with the state court's stamp, and watched Payler's reaction.

Pyler flipped the card over and looked at it twice.

He had heard of this organization, but he had only heard of it, and as for the authorization of the state court, it was also true.

"Thank you very much for your kindness, but I have enough manpower for the time being." Pyler handed the papers and cards back to Lynch, not quite trusting the strange organization, not even the slightest hint of letting the two men in.

Lincolnshire was messy enough, and he didn't want more forces to get involved.

"Can we go in and talk?" Lynch is quite thick-skinned.

Pyler was a little reluctant, but let them in anyway.

"Actually, we just wanted to come over and find someone." Lynch looked at the furnishings in the room and said, "I wonder if you have ever seen a Chinese named 'Chen Jianqiu'?" ”

Pyler doesn't have much affection for the gloomy and arrogant guy in front of him, he just wants to send the guest off as soon as possible.

"No, sir, I've never heard of that name."

However, Lynch had no intention of leaving immediately, he reached back and took a bounty from the hands of his followers.

"This man is a wanted man in Wyoming, Utah, and Colorado, who has committed a lot of big crimes, and we chased him all the way here." Lynch handed the bounty order to Pealer.

Palle glanced at it, and his heart was shocked.

Isn't the person above the same Chinese I met in the grocery store and farm before? The man was still sleeping in the house in the courtyard opposite.

His temples twitched.

"I've seen this guy, but it's not the name."

"Oh? Can you please tell me where he is now? Lynch asked with interest as he leaned his hand on the edge of the table.

"I can't tell you about his whereabouts, he is now connected to a private fight that just happened in our county, we have to find out what happened, and until then, forgive me for not being able to tell you his whereabouts."

Pyler looked straight into Lynch's eyes, showing no signs of weakness.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and finally Lynch shifted his gaze.

"That's a pity." He straightened his hat, "We'll take our leave, and if there's any news, I hope you can let me know as soon as possible." ”

Pyler didn't speak at first, watching Lynch turn around.

But when he reached the door, Pyler's words came from behind: "I hope you don't do anything bad for the security here in Lincolnshire, or I'll look for you too." ”

The sound is loud and loud.

Lynch walked out the door without pausing.

"He won't hand it over." The old mayor behind Lynch followed him and said.

Lynch turned to his lieutenant and pointed to the courtyard opposite the police station: "I saw the news that he entered this courtyard, is it exact?" ”

The deputy nodded affirmatively: "Yes, our man arrived yesterday and has been nearby, and I saw him driving a carriage into this courtyard not long ago." ”

"Hard robbery?" The old mayor gave his advice.

"No, it's going to get you in trouble in Lincolnshire, so let's go and ask who they're going in with, and we'll find a way soon."

Lynch glanced at the courtyard wall, and a gloomy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"This time, I won't let you run away."

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