The bound lawyer heard the movement above, raised his head, and looked in the direction of the hole, his small eyes full of horror.

Chen Jianqiu walked down the ladder, carried the lawyer on his shoulder, and took him back to the first floor.

The Mexican man who had been shot in the hand was talking in Spanish, not sure if he was cursing or asking God.

Hanif listened to the noise, raised his hand and punched the man in the face: "Shut up, you Mexican monkey!" ”

The Mexican got honest after being punched, clutching his hand and humming in the corner.

The rag that Chen Jianqiu stuffed into the lawyer's mouth was pulled out and thrown to Hanif.

Lawyer "Yue" retched, then coughed continuously, and then continued to retch.

"What the hell are you?" Hanif lifted the rag in his hand and looked at it under the kerosene lamp, "Why do they look like panties?" ”

The lawyer threw up even more.

Chen Jianqiu waited for the lawyer to finish vomiting, and then spoke: "You are Dylan's lawyer, right?" ”

Dylan had just recovered from the dizziness of the earth, he raised his head, and when he saw Chen Jianqiu and Abiot behind him, he immediately panicked and retreated again and again:

"I know you, you're Scott's people! You're in a bunch, you're going to kill me! ”

Chen Jianqiu pulled out the gun on his waist and raised his hand to give each of the two Mexicans a shot.

The two Mexican kidnappers had an extra bullet hole in their head and lay on the ground motionless.

The lawyer clutched his head, and every time the gun rang out, he jumped in fright.

"You should believe we're not in this group by now, right?" Chen Jianqiu put away the gun and said to the trembling lawyer, "Don't worry, we're not here to kill you, if we want to kill you, you should lie down with the two of them now."

"You, you killed someone." The lawyer shuddered.

"You've killed a lot of people for Scott, haven't you?" A smile appeared on the corner of Chen Jianqiu's mouth, "As far as I know, you don't kill people without seeing blood." ”

The lawyer was silent, he hadn't killed anyone with his own hands, but the things he did for Scott indirectly caused many people to die.

Suddenly, the lawyer rushed forward and fell in front of Chen Jianqiu: "Help me!" Help me! Scott is going to kill me! ”

Chen Jianqiu stood up, which made the lawyer touch his trouser leg.

"Go back and sit." Chen Jianqiu looked down at the lawyer who was kneeling on the ground and sweeping the floor, "Why is Scott in a hurry to attack you?" ”

In the west, human life is like a mustard, and it is not a new thing to kill a person, but to kill a well-known lawyer, Chen Jianqiu believes that with Scott's style of doing things, he will not be so hasty.

Abiot dragged the lawyer off the ground, and Camilla brought a chair, on which the lawyer was pinned.

The lawyer bowed his head and remained silent.

It seemed that he didn't fully trust the person in front of him.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it for a while, but why should I save you?" Chen Jianqiu sat opposite Dylan, "Why should I offend a powerful person in Santa Fe or even New Mexico for you?" ”

"I, I can pay you, as long as you can find a way to keep me alive." The lawyer said tremblingly.

"I'm not short of money." Chen Jianqiu shook his head, "What's more, do those properties of yours still have anything to do with you now?" ”

The lawyer fell silent again.

If Scott knew he was alive, he would have found a way to kill him anyway.

"Well, you follow me first, and when the wind eases a little, I'll find a way to send you out of New Mexico." Chen Jianqiu thought for a moment and said.

The lawyer's mind was racing.

It's a paradox, those two Mexicans died, and now the only ones who know that he is alive are the people in front of them.

If you follow him, your life is actually in his hands.

This man killed two Mexican kidnappers as much as he killed a chicken, and if he tried to kill himself, it would be easy to do it himself or by Scott.

However, I don't seem to have much choice.

At least, the person in front of him saved himself once.

"Have you figured it out?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"Okay, I'll follow you first." The lawyer nodded helplessly.

"Then you wait for us here, we'll come over tomorrow." Chen Jianqiu beckoned to the others.

"Wait!" The lawyer, who had just calmed down, suddenly spoke again.

He looked at the bodies of the two Mexican kidnappers who died on the ground, and shuddered: "Why don't I go with you, I'm here alone, a little panicked." ”

Chen Jianqiu thought for a moment, then turned to Hanif and ordered: "Hanif, I may have to bother you, and I will take the lawyer back to Roswell early tomorrow morning." ”

Hanif agreed, but he pointed to Abiot: "What about him?" ”

"He's got to follow me." Chen Jianqiu replied.

The two former bounty hunters snorted in unison.

The next day, in front of the Santa Fe Hotel, Chen Jianqiu and his party were ready to go.

The barrels on the wagon were still there, but the crude oil had been emptied by Sean and replaced with some groceries, especially some rare things that could not be bought in Lincolnshire.

For example, a stack of books that Holmes found in the Santa Fe bookstore; For example, Chen Jianqiu got a new stack of cloaks from Mr. Hunter's clothing store, and a few fine wool blankets that were consigned in Mr. Hunt's store.

Of course, the ladies didn't get nothing, Camila had an extra bottle of perfume in her bag, which Chen Jianqiu saw on the shelf of Astor's office, so it was logical that it became Chen Jianqiu's bag.

Li Sifu was checking the luggage tied to the carriage, and he repeatedly pulled the ropes to see if they were secure;

Sean poured bitter water on Holmes, who had set up a stall for a week, but still hadn't sold much;

Camilla was quietly brushing her white horse with a brush; Rabiot, the bearded, was checking his sidearms.

Chen Jianqiu took out the black radish, he took out his pocket watch, and glanced at the time.

It was already more than half an hour later than the agreed time.

The Standard Oil assessment team has not yet been seen.

"Wait another five minutes, and we'll go if no one arrives." Chen Jianqiu turned his head and said to everyone.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a motorcade of carriages appear at the end of the street in front of the hotel.

The first two carriages were filled with people, and the last few were loaded with luggage, which jingled with the rickety carriages. Behind the luggage were several bodyguards with guns on their backs and on horseback.

Chen Jianqiu frowned.

He had not seen a group of experts engaged in oil exploration in the west, and Smith was a good example of this, most of them were dusty and blackened by the wind and sand in the west.

Even so, they have to worry about whether they will lose their lives.

But these people in front of them obviously have no experience in this area.

Standard Oil's business is mainly in some refineries in the east, and these people don't look like they have been mixed in the west all year round.

As for the bodyguards, Chen Jianqiu glanced at them.

Adding a piece is estimated to be not enough for Abiot to be reliable.

The convoy quickly stopped in front of Chen Jianqiu, and a chubby bearded man stepped down from the carriage.

His beard can be compared to the curvature of Hanif.

"You're Mr. Chen, aren't you?" The mustachioed man walked up to Chen Jianqiu's side and smiled at him very professionally, "My name is Pete, and I'm the development manager of Standard Oil. ”

Chen Jianqiu nodded.

"These are members of our team." Manager Pete pointed to the carriages behind him, where several men in suits were seated.

They were talking about their own, and they didn't mean to bother with it.

Manager Pete shook hands with Chen Jianqiu, turned around and walked towards the carriage.

"Ready to go!" Chen Jianqiu waved his hand to the people behind him.

Just as he was about to turn around and walk towards the black radish, he suddenly saw Manager Pete, who had stepped into the carriage, quietly took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands a few times.

Chen Jianqiu didn't have any expression on his face, turned over and rode on the black radish.

(End of chapter)