Niu San is in his forties this year.

His father, who was originally an honest farmer, was arrested by the government as a long-haired man, and he lost his head.

At that time, he was eighteen years old, which was the age of blood and strength.

So, he followed his elder brother, Niu Er, cast long hair, followed King Ying, and joined Zhang Danian.

You say I'm longhair, I'm longhair.

When he returned to Tongcheng, Niu San was the first to rush into the mansion, chop off the old man's head, hang it on a pole, and pick it outside the courtyard wall.

Later, he failed, followed Zhang Danian across the ocean, came to the United States, died his brother, and struggled to survive.

The years and hardships smoothed out his edges and corners, leaving him a little disheartened.

But Chen Jianqiu's appearance ignited a fire in his heart.

He was like that, and so were the people around him.

Among the resumes of these people, there is a professional experience, which is rebellion!

Meyer, who doesn't know this, and Lynch and Dolby, are even less likely to know this.

Therefore, a few days ago, when several of them were called to the tank warehouse and temporarily notified that they were going to transport the tank trucks and could not carry weapons, Niu San was the first to object.

In unfamiliar English, he said to Meyer:

"Sir! As you know, the last convoy of tankers was robbed, and we have no weapons and cannot guarantee our own safety! ”

Meyer had just learned of the plan at this time, and he was thinking about what Lynch meant, so he absentmindedly pointed to the heavily armed factory guards outside and Detective Pinkerton:

"With them to protect you, nothing will happen to you."

Niu San glanced at the black guns in the hands of those people and sneered.

As a rebel with a lot of combat experience, he was all too familiar with such words.

These guns, I'm afraid, are not here to protect themselves.

A Pinkerton detective walks in from outside the warehouse.

He looked around and saw that everything was almost ready, and he muttered to Meyer.

"Right now! Let's go! Meyer shouted into the warehouse, and led his horse out.

It seemed that it was too late to go back and get the weapon, Niu San's eyes swept around the warehouse, and finally only found a lot of hammers and fixed wrenches and a toolbox in the corner of the wall.

Niu San glanced at the other Chinese workers.

The men quickly understood what he meant.

Niu San pretended to inspect the tanker truck and went around to the back of the cart, while the others stood next to the carriage and blocked the view of the detectives at the door for him.

Niu San quietly touched the corner of the wall, quickly picked up those tools, and then passed them one by one and handed them to the others.

He himself, returning to the side of the carriage, shoved a pair of scissors he had found from the toolbox under his seat.

Shortly after the convoy entered Monte Blanca, Lynch called the convoy to a halt.

He looked up at the surrounding terrain, then dismounted, nodding to Dolby beside him.

"It's good here, let's do it here."

Dolby called a Pinkerton detective wearing a blue bow tie to the side and whispered in his ear.

The detective's expression was at first surprised, then hesitant, and then began to become solemn.

"We have to do this, think of our dead brothers." Dolby patted him on the arm and whispered, "They outsiders, they should pay the price." ”

The detective made up his mind, and he told the orders to the detectives and the members of the factory protection team one by one.

Most of these people, without the slightest hesitation, carried guns and skillfully surrounded the convoy.

"Hurry up! Get down! They pointed their guns at the Chinese workers in the car.

"Is it useful to tie up those Chinese laborers and tie them to kerosene trucks?" Dolby walked over to Lynch's side.

"Chen Jianqiu will definitely save them." Lynch smiled darkly, "I know him, and that's his weakness, his senseless sense of responsibility." ”

Dolby also smiled: "Then, together with these Chinese workers, they will die in the fire and under our bullets." ”

Two men turned their backs in the direction of the convoy.

These things, just let the younger brothers do them, when they were the younger brothers, they did these things a lot.

"What are you doing?" Suddenly, a detective's angry voice came from behind them.

Lynch and Dolby hurriedly turned around.

The detective who was ordered by Dubil was standing in front of Niu San's car at the moment, bending down to check the bottom of the tanker.

There, a transparent liquid was dripping down, drop by drop.

Familiar smells hit your face.

"It's coal~" Before he finished speaking, the scene changed suddenly.

Niu San beside him had already wrapped his arms around his neck, and with all his strength, he threw his body out of balance, dragged him over, and blocked him in front of him.

Niu San leaned his back against the oil can, and the scissors in his other hand were already against the detective's neck.

"Come on, let's die together! Bunnies, when your grandfather and I killed the pigtails, you were still nursing in your mother's arms! Niu San was like a fierce tiger, staring at the Pinkerton detectives around him.

The guns of the surrounding detectives were raised, aiming at this Chinese worker who was not afraid of death.

But they are afraid that he will kill the detective in front of him with a pair of scissors.

More importantly, he was afraid of detonating the oil tank behind him.

These tankers were gathered together, originally prepared by Lynch for Chen Jianqiu, once it exploded, it would really be a large bomb, and the people in the vicinity would have to be lifted into the sky.

The detectives' attention was focused on Niu San, and the other Chinese workers all stretched out their hands under their seats.

"The original plan remains the same." Lynch was very calm and gave the order. "Stand back! Stay away from tanker trucks! ”

"Whoever dares to move, he will be killed."

The detectives came to their senses of hesitation and prepared to retreat.

Niu San's heart was anxious.

He knew that when the gang retreated into the woods, he and his companions would face death.

He didn't care much, and a roar resounded through the valley.

"Do it!"

Almost at the same time, the veterans drew their hammers and wrenches from under their seats, and pounced on the nearest detectives like hungry tigers.

These young detectives were completely blinded by this sudden attack, and they didn't expect that these seemingly honest Chinese workers would be so brave.

Despite the guns in their hands, and despite their absolute superiority, in an instant, seven or eight of them were thrown to the ground and hit with a heavy hammer on their heads.

The scene was chaotic.

"Bang!"

The gun in Dolby's hand rang off and struck a Chinese worker in the back.

The Chinese worker had just killed a Pinkerton detective with a hammer and was about to get up in search of a second prey.

After being shot, his body tilted, but he did not fall, but continued to stand up.

He turned to Dolby, his expression hideous, like a ghost.

Dolby could clearly see that the wound on his chest was bleeding outward.

The captain, who had seen the world, was also frightened, and took a few steps back, his thumb quickly resetting the hammer, ready to fire a second shot.

"Bang!"

Another gunshot rang out.

But it wasn't the Chinese worker who was shot, it was Dolby himself.

His head was pierced by a bullet.

Immediately afterward, gunfire rang out intensively, and a row of detectives fell like mowed wheat.

Not far away, the mountain road was dusty, and a team of horses came like a gale.

The men on the horse, all with guns and muzzles, were aimed at the Pinkerton detectives on this side.

And the one who pierced Captain Dolby's head just now was the one who bore the brunt of the team and rushed first.

Chen Jianqiu.