Chen Jianqiu rode a black radish and galloped all the way in the wilderness.

He deliberately controlled the distance with the pursuers behind him, at a distance where they could see him, but never shoot at him.

Then when these people are a little tired, they will get closer, and there will be a "thirteen rings" to kill them one by one.

This instinct for a sense of distance had come to him in his recent battles, which, in Adam's words, was the only way to fight on horseback in the West.

If it was just these vaughn's cavalrymen, Chen Jianqiu didn't care.

Many of them have already started to punch holes in their skill points over the years, so they have been miserably killed by the "remnants" of Nahuas with bows and arrows.

He was worried about the wave of men he had seen coming towards the camp before, and if he guessed correctly, it was either Crook's scouts or Lynch's Pinkerton detectives.

Crook's soldiers had lost track of them since the outskirts of Lincolnshire, and even if they learned again that it was not the style of their reconnaissance troops to go hundreds of kilometers into the desert alone.

So, it could only be Detective Pinkerton.

Although they suffered a loss in Lincolnshire last time, it didn't hurt their bones.

In addition, their leader, Lynch, as a man with a talent for shooters, is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Chen Jianqiu's caution is justified.

Because behind him, Hooknose Lynch had already followed with his men, and they appeared behind Bruno.

Since the last evacuation in Lincolnshire, a sense of unconfidence has crept through Lynch's ranks.

The team was built by Lynch himself, and the members believed in him.

They are the most elite team of the Pinkerton Detective Agency in the West, and they have set things right for their boss.

Even if he lost Rost and a dozen people in the cave by Montrose for special reasons, he was blamed for Rost's recklessness and disobedience.

No one ever questioned Lynch's abilities and judgment.

But this time, the results made the elites of these detective agencies too frustrated.

Lynch discovered this, his will was as hard as steel, and he never lost faith in the treasure.

He's been planning for a long time, and he believes it's all just a small setback.

Lynch decides to restore the confidence of his men.

So the usually reckless gangsters around Lincolnshire were unlucky, and Lynch and the detectives took out their anger on them while tracking down Chen Jianqiu.

Pyler, who was still lying on the bed, never expected that Lynch would solve most of the problems he hadn't solved.

But it also delayed them for part of their time.

After they counted in the Chihuahua Desert, they quickly followed Chen Jianqiu's trails and chased them over.

"Sir, there's a group of people behind us!" The soldiers behind Bruno reported to him.

At this time, Bruno was very irritable, and this was the first time he had fought with his soldiers as a commander.

The man in front of him was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and he seemed to be able to keep up with his speed, but every time he raised his gun to shoot, the bullet seemed to fly without knowing where it had flown and could not hit at all.

"What the hell do they do?" Bruno is angry at his subordinates' inattentiveness, "Focus on the goal in front of you!" ”

"But, they're already following." The soldier said.

Bruno turned his head to see a group of "decent men" on horseback on the flanks of their group, and the leader was already on par with him not far from him.

"We are the private investigators of the Pinkerton Detective Agency, and I hope you will tell us who we are, and if it is a local militia, I hope you can listen to the command and cooperate with our actions." The adjutant behind Lynch shouted at Bruno.

Commanding you? What are you?

Bruno, who had just become the region's top security chief for about ten minutes, was furious.

This is so disrespectful, bean buns are not dry food? Isn't the newly appointed governor a chief?

"Can you get away? Don't interfere with our pursuit of fugitives! ”

Bruno yelled in Lynch's direction, he didn't care too much if he wanted to work with these people.

More than a dozen people chase one person, what kind of cooperation?

But suddenly I was caught off guard by a "bang" gunshot.

Bruno fell off his horse, and the soldiers and horses behind him dodged and trampled over him.

He was soon transformed into a corpse,

Lynch stuffed the gun into the holster on his waist again, and his eyes returned to Chen Jianqiu in front of him, he had already seen that these people did not have a number, so he didn't talk nonsense, and directly killed Bruno with one shot.

"Those who are willing to follow us are members of the Pinkerton Detective Agency from today onwards." He didn't look back, his voice was clear and loud.

He didn't say what would happen if he didn't want to follow him, but the soldiers looked at the well-armed detectives beside them, and of course knew what the outcome would be.

Anyway, the last designated leader is dead, with whom is not to follow.

Chen Jianqiu, who was in front, suddenly found that the pursuers behind him had changed, and the two groups of people had merged into one group, and it was Lynch who rushed to the front of the team.

Chen Jianqiu took out the Winchester repeating rifle and turned around to face the three shots in the back.

Lynch was staring at him intently.

He knew that the person in front of him had the same talent as himself, and he didn't know what the opponent's shooting status was like, but judging from the previous battle in Lincolnshire, it was even above him.

To deal with him, you must stay focused at all times.

So, after seeing Chen Jianqiu's movements, he immediately dodged.

The bullets didn't hit him, but the other two hit the two detectives next to him.

One of them was shot in the head and died instantly; The other, like Lynch, dodged early, but was still hit in the shoulder, only to score out of the team and retreat to the back of the team.

Lynch raised the Chuntian in his hand, this time he didn't lock it for too long, because he knew that if it was too long, Chen Jianqiu's bullet would fly over immediately.

Chen Jianqiu saw Lynch's movements, and quickly made dodge moves.

But the moment the gun rang off, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

That feeling of dying reappeared.

In the shooter's state, he saw the trajectory of the bullet clearly.

I obviously dodged, but the bullet came directly in the direction of my dodge.

Chen Jianqiu suddenly remembered that in the Lincolnshire duel, the bullets fired by this guy were all predetermined, and they were stuck by his crosshairs, and no one could escape.

If you dodge now, I'm afraid it's too late.

Suddenly, he felt the position of his body move, and the bullet flew against his clothes.

It was the black radish, and the black horse also sensed the danger, and cut down the line in the high-speed run, allowing his owner to escape the catastrophe.

"Good turnips!" Chen Jianqiu applauded, and turned around with two more shots.

This shot Lynch dodged very awkwardly, because Chen Jianqiu's speed was getting faster and faster, and a soldier behind him was directly hit and fell under the horse.

Pinkerton's detectives all shot in the direction of Chen Jianqiu, and a dense stream of bullets chased after them.

The black radish kept dodging on the left and right sidelines, but the bullets became more and more dense, and several times there were dangers.

"Radish, let's go!" Chen Jianqiu no longer fell in love with the war, and he pinched the horse's belly of the black radish.

The black horse's cadence accelerated, like lightning, and he began to pull away from the pursuers behind him.

If it was at this rate, Chen Jianqiu would soon be able to shake off the pursuers.

However, when Chen Jianqiu turned his head to look ahead, he noticed a movement in the sky.

Directly in front of him, in the direction of the town of Roswell, the black clouds in the sky had formed a thick patch and hung low, as if within reach. They are rolled together and have a strange shape.

And from this low-hanging black cloud, a tube-like thing was gradually sticking out, thicker and thicker, until it gradually became a funnel-shaped, and connected to the ground.

A tornado is forming.

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