At the end of March, New Mexico has said goodbye to the cold early, and it is the season for the grass to grow and warblers fly.

Little Hardy was very happy.

When he was chosen by general manager Meyer to be the captain of the tanker transport fleet, the kid who grew up in Kansas could barely hide the corners of his mouth.

He's fed up with Roswell's loess place.

Every day diamond oil, the color you see is either yellow or black, how can you see a touch of green like now.

It has to be said that it is the Indians who know this continent.

The man named Asuka really didn't know how he found this easy and close road.

Located at the southernmost tip of the Rocky Mountains, it's known locally as Sierra Blance Peak.

The lush foothills on both sides of the road are not as majestic as the mountains of Colorado, but in the loess-filled state of New Mexico, it's almost a paradise.

There are really mountains, rivers and forests.

Looking around at the heart-warming surroundings, little Hardy was in a very happy mood, and he began to hum a small tune from his hometown to sing the praises of the beautiful rivers and mountains of his motherland.

However, if Chen Jianqiu was here, he would definitely shake his head at Little Hardy's smugness.

This kid must not have read All Man Are Brothers.

In that part, the higher the mountain and the denser the forest, the greater the probability of a hero appearing.

How else to call it a hero of the green forest.

So, when a group of people with triangular scarves on their faces and jackets rushed out of the woods next to the road, Little Hardy was dumbfounded.

At the same time, there are also those Standard Oil employees in the same industry.

These people will definitely not come to them for fellowship.

A wagon was running across the way of the convoy, and the men stood on either side of the wagon, while people kept running out of the woods.

Each of them had a gun in their hands, ranging from repeating rifles to shotguns, pointed at them.

"Hands up, everybody, fucking get me off the horse!"

The convoy had to stop.

Little Hardy raised his hands, looking very calm, and he said in a deep voice to those who stood in the way: "Everyone, we are the transportation ...... of Standard Oil."

"Standard Nima's head!"

Before Little Hardy could finish his sentence, one of the nearest robbers rushed up and smashed the butt of his rifle into his waist, hammering him off his horse.

"Ouch, it hurts!" Little Hardy's composure just now was gone, his hands covered his waist, but the person next to him gave him a few more rifle butts and beat him honestly.

The others didn't dare to make any more moves, and they all honestly climbed off their horses.

The robbers didn't talk nonsense with them, they got into the wagons carrying the oil cans, and whipped away under the noses of the employees of Standard Oil.

Come and go in a hurry, the whole process is clean and neat, without the slightest mud and water.

Leaving Hardy Jr. and his crew in the wind.

A few days later, when Little Hardy appeared in front of Meyer with the convoy dejected, Meyer was very happy at first.

"It's been a hard work." With his hands behind his back, Meyer gave Hardy Jr. a big smile, but his face changed as his gaze swept over the convoy behind him.

"Eh, where's my tanker? Yes? He rushed to little Hardy, grabbed him by the collar in a rare way, and thundered, "Where's my oil?" What about my oil? ”

"Yes, I was robbed." Little Hardy's voice was so small that he couldn't even hear it clearly.

"Why don't you go and lose it with the tanker? How can you have the face to come back?! Meyer grabbed his hair.

Little Hardy told Meyer what had happened.

Meyer was dumbfounded.

I used to steal it, but now I have changed it to rob it!

Is there any reason for this! And there is no royal law! No matter how far he is in New Mexico, it is also the land of the United States!

He turned and rushed into Captain Lynch's office.

Coincidentally, Tim Lynch, is actually in the office today.

He was sitting on his desk flipping through a stack of materials while jotting down something in his notebook.

Underneath his profile, there was a map with a lot of markings on it.

"You don't care about the company's tanker trucks!" Meyer walked up to Lynch and fought back his anger, "Captain Lynch, I want you to do your duty. ”

Lynch didn't lift his head, and said slowly: "It's not difficult to find the tanker. ”

Meyer's eyes widened, and he said in his heart that it would be okay if he didn't help, what kind of cool words and bragging here?

"These tankers are loaded with kerosene." Lynch closed his notebook, "Do you think a gang of robbers grabbed kerosene for a month in a row, and they used it to light the lamp themselves?" ”

"The whole of kerosene in the United States comes from our refineries, and we sell most of the kerosene in the United States." Lynch continued.

"You just have to go to the neighborhood of Albuquerque and find the shops that sell cheap kerosene, and you can find someone who has robbed us of our oil."

Meyer patted his head: "yes, I didn't think of that." ”

He was just about to turn around and go out, but found that Lynch didn't mean to move, and immediately frowned: "Lynch, aren't you going with me?" ”

"I'm not going." Captain Lynch replied crisply.

He removed the stack of materials, picked up a pen beside him, and lightly drew a line between Santa Fe and Lincolnshire on the map.

"If the factory continues like this, you and I will not be able to explain." Meyer said.

"A month ago, when the first tanker truck was stolen, I hired Pinkerton detectives." Lynch looked Meyer in the eye, "If nothing else, they're waiting for you in Lincolnshire right now." ”

"Wouldn't that cost you another price?" Meyer was a little upset.

"Our armed forces in New Mexico don't have law enforcement powers, but they do." Lynch's voice suddenly lowered, "They told me that this was my brother's request the last time he came. ”

Meyer let out a sigh of relief, knowing that Lynch would certainly not sit idly by.

"Aren't you going along? I still think it's more professional for you to deal with this kind of thing. He thought for a moment and said.

"I have other things." After Lynch said this, he stopped talking.

And at this time, not far away, to the south of Roswell Newtown.

Chen Jianqiu, Holmes, and Zhang Danian were standing in front of a small piece of farmland that had been reclaimed.

In the past three months, Chinese people have come to Roswell one after another.

Colorado has become a desert for the Chinese, and Zhang Danian has raised the banner there.

As a veteran of pulling the team, he used various methods to gather the Chinese who were not welcomed in the local area, and then sent them to Roswell according to the actual situation.

The people who came after filled the gap for those who joined the refinery as workers and continued to build the new town.

In addition, there are dozens of people who are engaged in another job.

Not far east of the new town is the Peques River, and in the past three months, Niu San and his men have built a simple canal to bring the river water.

Holmes said the land could be cultivated once it was cleared, but it turned out that things were far from being as simple as he thought.

Zhang Danian squatted on the ground, grabbed a handful of soil on the ground, crushed it with his hands, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, and shook his head:

"I guess it's still not good, this soil is not fertile."

Chen Jianqiu looked at the land: "Let's plant it first, it's really not good, I still have land near Lincolnshire." ”

Lincolnshire is a buffer zone, and Roswell is the most important base.

While the three of them were still chatting about the land and farming, a horse suddenly galloped from behind them.

Chen Jianqiu turned his head to look.

The one who came was Asuka.

He handed a bag to Chen Jianqiu's hand.

Chen Jianqiu didn't even need to look at it, what was contained in it was the money from the sale of kerosene.

"Thiago's money, already given to them." Asuka said, "Boss, don't say it, this is quite a good profit. ”

Chen Jianqiu smiled and shook his head.

"It's not a long-term solution, it's just a matter of money, you can't do it."

"By the way, Boss, Meyer seems to be preparing to investigate the source of kerosene." Asuka thought of something and said to Chen Jianqiu, "It seems that someone from the Pinkerton Detective Agency has been hired." ”

"It's okay, let them investigate." Chen Jianqiu, like Zhang Danian, grabbed a hard clod of soil from the ground under his feet.

As soon as his hand clenched slightly, the hard clod of soil turned into powder, flowing down from between Chen Jianqiu's fingers.

One more, two more later

(End of chapter)