"The back door? Tavern? Chen Jianqiu stood up from the window.

He took out his two golden guns from the box and changed into a denim outfit.

"Let's go, let's take a look." Chen Jianqiu put on his hat, adjusted the position of the gun holster, and walked towards the door of the room.

Led by Sean, the two came to the door of an inconspicuous tavern.

The two leaned against the opposite corner and observed the tavern.

Like other taverns in the West, this tavern has a double bat door at the door.

It's lit up, it's not noisy, and it's much quieter than other entertainment venues in the area.

"Boss, this is it, or let's go in and have a look."

After Shaun finished speaking, he prepared to walk towards the gate.

However, Chen Jianqiu grabbed his shoulder.

"Don't worry, wait for someone to come out."

They didn't wait long, and after a while, a scruffy-dressed cowboy walked out of the doorway.

Chen Jianqiu lowered the brim of his hat and walked forward quickly with Sean.

They rubbed shoulders with the cowboy and entered the tavern.

After entering the tavern, Chen Jianqiu did not rush to look up to find the target, but quietly walked to the corner of the bar with Sean along the aisle.

"What do you want?" The tavern owner in his overalls asked.

"Two glasses of bourbon, sir." Chen Jianqiu took out the change and put it on the table, lowered his head slightly, and began to scan the entire tavern under the brim of his hat.

"What brand do you want?" The tavernkeeper continued.

"Boot Hill." Chen Jianqiu leaned against the bar, and the voice came from under the cowboy hat, and the boss couldn't see his face.

Wyatt told him that the distillery was well-known near Dodge City, and that the owner himself had been a member of a local gang and had a background in bootlegging.

His distillery is named after the fact that he controls everything from planting the seeds to bottling it, so the product is very popular with the local gang in Dodge City.

When ordering bourbon at a tavern in Dodge City, if you look too much like a passer-by who doesn't know anything, you're likely to be targeted.

The boss handed over two glasses of wine without saying a word.

Chen Jianqiu and Sean took it and found a place in the corner and sat down.

He soon discovered White.

White sat alone at a table with a wine bottle and a wine glass in front of him.

As soon as he got off the train, he and his fellow detectives took off their uniforms and changed into civilian clothes.

And now, in the breast pocket of his suit, there is an extra white square scarf, and a corner is slightly exposed outside.

Detective Mazi stared straight ahead, silently, and would take a sip from time to time with a wine glass, and then continue to be "in a daze".

"He should be waiting for someone." Sean holds his cheek in his hand.

Chen Jianqiu didn't speak, turning the wine glass in his hand, and his eyes continued to look at White from the side.

However, after about ten minutes, the position opposite White was still empty.

Detective Mazi, on the other hand, was drinking wine one after another, and even his eyes and expressions did not change much.

It's as if everything around him has nothing to do with him.

This was the fourth time he had poured wine into his cup.

This person isn't really just here to drink, is he?

After drinking the contents of the glass, White picked up the bottle again and began to add wine to the glass.

But this time, I don't know if it was because of the effect of alcohol or absent-mindedness, he was a little careless and spilled some wine outside the table.

The boss, who was bragging to other customers, happened to pass by him.

The boss picked up the rag in his hand, bent down, and began to wipe the wine on the table.

It was as if he was saying something.

And White's mouth also began to open for the first time after Chen Jianqiu and Sean entered the tavern.

They seemed to be communicating something, but the sound was so small that they couldn't even be heard at the table next to them.

Chen Jianqiu looked around him and found that no one around him noticed the two people, and when he looked at Sean across the table, he found that the black man was looking at the lips of the two people intently.

"They're jointing." Sean whispered, his eyes continuing to stare over there.

Blacks can lip-read.

He once told Chen Jianqiu that when he was a child, he often sneaked into the theater to steal things, and occasionally squatted in the corner of the back row to watch the play.

But that's because a lot of theaters don't work very well, and if the actors' skills are not enough, it's difficult for their lines to get to the back row.

So, he learned to lip-read.

Chen Jianqiu didn't bother him, but quietly listened to Sean's "simultaneous interpretation".

White: "Have you been in touch with Jeffries lately?" ”

Boss: "He's found Jesse James' ranch, got in, and worked under his mom." ”

White: "Can you ask him out these two days?" ”

(The boss's hand wiping the table pauses)

Boss: "It could be dangerous for him." ”

White: "I need him. ”

(Silence.)

White: "I'm not going to act rashly when I'm not sure." ”

(Silence.)

White: "I'll be careful. ”

Boss: "He should be driving the cattle from the ranch to the livestock exchange tomorrow, and I suggest you go and see him alone." ”

White: "Anything else you'd like to tell me?" ”

Boss: "Behind you, in the corner of the corner, there's a black man staring at us. ”

Sean slammed his mouth shut.

He lowered his head, lowered the brim of his hat, and curled up in the corner of his chair.

And Chen Jianqiu didn't know when, he had already changed to the chair opposite Sean, with his back to White's direction.

The boss took the wine off the table with the last cloth, straightened up, and walked towards the bar.

White, on the other hand, drank the wine from his glass in one gulp and stood up.

He picked up his hat from the chair next to him, straightened his clothes, turned around, and prepared to walk in the direction of Chen Jianqiu's table.

However, just as he was about to leave his table, the tavern's bat door was violently slammed open by a man.

A man wearing a police badge, with several people, broke into the tavern.

This man was the police officer Chen Jianqiu who had seen on the street earlier and connived at his subordinates to kill people.

And Steve, nicknamed "The Bull", who killed the murderer, was standing next to him viciously.

"Mr. Carson, what would you like to drink today?" The tavern owner stood at the bar and greeted him warmly.

Officer Carson ignored him.

With his hands on his waist, he glanced at everyone in the tavern.

Some of the cowboys in the tavern stared at the Dodge City magistrate in front of them, and some lowered their heads, but they were all nervous because they didn't know what the moody guy was thinking.

They don't know if any of the hapless ones will touch the mold, drag them from the tavern into the street, and shoot them indiscriminately.

This kind of thing happens almost every now and then in Dodge City.

But this time, they all escaped the catastrophe.

Carson's gaze stopped on White's.

He led a group of people to Detective Mako:

"Yo (well), yo, yo, let's see, who is this?" He circled White, "I was told that the famous Pinkerton detective, Thomas White, appeared in the infamous Dodger City. ”

He stopped in front of Detective Asako and stared at each other coldly: "So, what are you here for?" ”

"I'm just passing through." White did not have the slightest fear, and said in a calm tone.

Dodger City's railway red-light district has always been a no-go area for Pinkerton detectives.

Detectives usually can't do anything here, and when they do, they often change their clothes and go to the red-light district to do as the locals do.

Chen Jianqiu didn't know what had happened between Detective Pockface and Carson.

"I'm very concerned about you." Carson said in a strange way.

"But I don't care about you." White glanced at the sheriff opposite.

The atmosphere in the tavern suddenly became tense.

The grumpy "Bull" had already touched his waist with his hands, and several other people behind Carson were also staring at White tightly.

The pockmarks on Detective Mazi's face were beating slightly.

He faced several people on the opposite side alone, and his momentum did not drop at all.

Perhaps thinking that it was not worth shooting a Pinkerton detective for no reason in the tavern, Carson ultimately did not choose to do it:

"You'd better be passing through."

The shootout didn't happen, and Carson turned away with his men after a harsh remark.

White knew that this was not a place to stay for long, and he left with him.

"Shall we follow tomorrow?" Sean asked in a whisper.

Chen Jianqiu immediately replied, but drank the bourbon on the table in one gulp.