A team of Jianqiu Chen's team and a Standard Oil evaluation team appeared in the wilderness of New Mexico.

The team seemed to be huge, but it wasn't slow.

According to Manager Pete's meaning, the nature of their peers this time is different groups, and they just need to take care of themselves.

Because Chen Jianqiu chose a more direct route this time, he did not pass through Albuquerque, but went directly in the direction of Lincolnshire.

The advantage is that it saves a lot of time, and the disadvantage is that you can't follow Pete's request to stay in a small town hotel where you can take a shower every day.

They had to camp in the wilderness.

But fortunately, their luggage was quite complete, and every time they set up camp, there were not only wooden tables made of patchwork, but even tablecloths and candlesticks.

Every time a meal is eaten, a middle-aged man with curly hair always takes them to pray before cooking, and then goes to enjoy the sumptuous food on the table.

The bed in the tent is not just a simple sleeping bag, but a complete bedding.

Compared with their camp, Chen Jianqiu's team was much simpler.

Most of them slept in their clothes, and ate the simplest of dried meat and dry bread.

At most, on their bonfire rack, one or two hares would appear from time to time, sometimes Chen Jianqiu pierced them with a flying knife, and sometimes they brought corn in their mouths.

But even so, the assessment team was still full of complaints.

"Mr. Chen, how far is it from Roswell?" Manager Pete walked into Chen Jianqiu's camp and walked to Chen Jianqiu, who was barbecuing.

He kept a distance of about one meter from Chen Jianqiu, his words were very modest, and he had a habitual smile on his face, but you could feel all the time that he was deliberately keeping a sense of distance from you.

"A little further on is Lincolnshire, and then we'll have to take it there, go east, through a desert, to see the outline of Roswell."

Chen Jianqiu didn't look up at him either, he flipped the roasting fork with one hand, and the other took out a bottle of Erguo head from behind him.

He unplugged the second pot head with his mouth, pressed his thumb against the mouth of the bottle, and sprinkled white wine on the barbecue.

A little white wine dripped on the barbecue, and then dripped into the charcoal fire along with the oil of the barbecue, making a "zizi" sound.

The camp was suddenly filled with the smell of meat and wine, and Sean, who was squatting by the campfire, looked at the meat on the fire with his eyes open, and his saliva flowed out.

"I've heard that New Mexico isn't particularly safe because it shares a border with Mexico, but it doesn't seem to be that exaggerated along the way." Manager Pete shrugged.

Before he came, whether it was the newspaper or the friends around him, they told him.

The West, especially New Mexico, is a desolate, barbaric place where there is everyone, thieves, thieves, people of color, all of whom are very unfriendly and rude, greeting your parents at every turn.

"You're right, sir." Chen Jianqiu cut the meat with a knife and carried it to the plates of the other people with the tip of the knife.

Pete didn't mean to talk any further, and his words just now were just a greeting similar to "the weather is good today".

He didn't want to stay in this kind of place for a second.

He turned and walked towards his camp.

Camila pulled out a cloth bag from the back of the car.

Chen Jianqiu hadn't noticed this cloth bag before, as if he was carrying it when he saw Camilla coming back at the hotel two days, and moved it to the car before leaving, and told Li Sifu to handle it gently.

She opened the cloth bag layer by layer in front of everyone, and the contents revealed her original face.

It's a guitar.

"Can you play the guitar?" Sean was still chewing the meat in his mouth and said dumbfounded.

Camilla didn't speak, she sat down on the stone by the campfire, held her guitar to her chest, and after a few strings, her slender fingers began to pluck the strings.

She sang a Puerto Rican ballad in Spanish, her voice was so delicate and delicate that it was hard to imagine that the same fingers could pull the trigger and kill someone.

No one spoke, everyone was silently listening to Camila sing.

The sound of beautiful guitars, beautiful singing, and the crackling of campfires mingled and floated over the camp.

Chen Jianqiu also looked at the bonfire.

Suddenly, an eagle whistle came from mid-air.

Chen Jianqiu's gaze fell into the pitch-black night in the distance.

"Everyone is full, let's go, let's go out for a walk." He put away his dagger, picked up the Winchester repeating rifle beside him, and walked out of the camp.

Camila also put away her guitar and stood up, she patted her skirt and followed.

The others were stunned for a moment, but they quickly understood what their leader meant, and followed behind.

As the night deepened, everyone in the camp on the Standard Oil side was packing up and getting ready to rest.

Manager Pete yawned heavily in the tent.

Alas, this damn oil, the original plan to go home for Christmas has come to naught, but who allowed himself to receive the high salary of Rockefeller?

It's better to deal with the matter here as soon as possible, and then hurry back to the civilized world.

Just as he extinguished the kerosene lamp and was about to get into the quilt, the sound of horses neighing suddenly came from outside the tent.

Then, there was a gunshot that couldn't have been clearer.

The bodyguard's voice pierced the night sky: "There are robbers!" Fast! Get your gun. ”

Outside the tent, the sound of gunfire rang out continuously, and the sound of footsteps and shouts mingled.

Manager Pete hurriedly jumped up from the quilt, and he didn't have time to put on his own clothes, so he trembled and went to get his gun.

However, when he lifted the curtain of the tent, a cold wind poured in, almost freezing him stupid.

Although the winters in New Mexico are not so extremely cold, the temperature difference between day and night is still very large, and it is not something that can be carried by wearing a one-piece underwear.

Just as he was about to return to put on his coat, a hand reached into the tent, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him out of the tent.

The owner of the hand threw him to the ground, and then punched him in the face.

Before poor Pete could react, he was knocked unconscious by several punches.

"Boss, this thing can't help but fight." A man wearing a square scarf stood up from Pete's body and looked at Manager Pete, who was lying on the ground and fell unconscious, with a look of disgust.

He spat out a mouthful of old phlegm in Pete's face.

At this time, the camp of the Standard Oil Company was in shambles.

The tents were washed to pieces, and the few bodyguards who fought back with guns were shot dead in the camp, while the remaining professionals of the assessment team were tied up and thrown on the edge of the tent.

A dozen robbers with scarves were cleaning the camp, and they were carrying what looked like valuable things to the wagons.

A leader-like man picked up a piece of pie from the table, stuffed it into his mouth, and ate it with relish.

"Boss, do you want to kill these people," one of the robbers pointed to a few Standard Oil employees shivering on their knees.

"Don't kill people at every turn, do I look like a born murderer? We seek only money, not death. The leader instructed earnestly.

Not long ago, he had just been instructed by a master to find this place far away from the emperor of the mountain, and he set a new professional standard for himself.

Robbery also has to have a mass base.

"Strip them of their clothes and take them away!" The leader commanded.

"Head, there's a camp over there, but there's no movement." His subordinates pointed not far away, and faintly seemed to be able to see some fire.

"Let's go, we'll go over there and have a look after the things are moved." The chief gave the order.

After some captivity, the robbers mounted their horses.

They took a fully loaded wagon loaded with all sorts of things, leaving behind a few stripped employees shivering in the cold wind of the winter night, and the unconscious manager Pete.

The group of robbers quickly approached the camp.

They thought the gunfire would alarm the side, so they prepared for battle.

However, when they entered the camp, they found that there was no one in the camp.

There was no one around the campfire, no one in the tent.

The strange thing is that the horses are all there, but the people don't know where to go.

"Boss! There were also a lot of supplies on the carriage. "One of the robbers opened the iron bucket on the carriage and saw that it was full of daily necessities.

"Take them all." The leader was overjoyed, and it seemed that this time he had gained a lot.

Just as the robbers walked to the carriage, ready to take them with them.

There were several dark shadows, emerging from the night outside the camp.

A quick reflex subconsciously went to his waist to draw a gun, but was knocked to the ground by a shot in an instant.

The leader was stunned, but then a voice sounded in his ears, and this voice made his soul fly.

"Thiago, it's a good mix, it's been a few weeks to pull up the team."

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