"It seems that the situation here is more complicated than imagined." Chen Jianqiu and Sean walked out of the tavern together,

"We'll have to go back and talk to Wyatt and them before we make plans for the rest of the day."

They returned the way they came, and heard several gunshots along the way.

It seems that the sound of gunfire is an indispensable decoration at night in this railway city.

He was a little curious, why Wyatt chose to leave the city in the first place, and where was the current sheriff Carson?

You have to ask the sheriff about these things.

However, when Chen Jianqiu and Sean approached the hotel where they were staying, they were startled by the scene in front of them.

A group of cowboys of unknown origin stood menacingly at the door of the hotel, shouting loudly upstairs:

"Wyatt, you bastard, get out of here! I'm going to have to skin you! ”

"Wyatt! Have your eggs been cut off? Huddle up in the hotel! ”

"You bitch, come out and duel me! I will never forget the shame you have brought to me in my life! ”

From their shouting, Chen Jianqiu judged that these people were not good birds, and they had either been sent to prison by Wyatt or beaten by the former magistrate.

Wyatt is so famous in the city.

It was famous that during the day, they left the train station in a low-key manner and rushed into the hotel, but the news of their return to Dodge City spread throughout the red light district at night.

He was no longer a sheriff, except for Holiday and a black man and a bearded companion.

Of course, these cowboys have revenge and revenge.

But no matter how much they shouted, Wyatt didn't come down.

That's a bit weird.

With Chen Jianqiu's understanding of Wyatt, this is a matter of honor, and it is impossible for him to avoid it.

Although he had arranged for them to wait in the room before, he was Wyatt Up, and he would definitely not say a word.

"Can you please let me go?" Chen Jianqiu said to a cowboy blocking the door of the hotel.

The cowboy was scolding at Xing, completely oblivious to the fact that there was anyone behind him.

When he turned his head and found that it was a Chinese cowboy, he didn't pay attention to Chen Jianqiu at all, turned his head and continued to scold upstairs.

The innkeeper didn't bother to take care of them.

There are no guests at night, as long as these people don't set foot in the door of the hotel, they can shout as much as they like.

Chen Jianqiu didn't talk nonsense, and raised a kick and kicked on the cowboy's buttocks.

The cowboy stumbled forward, mixed garlic under his feet, and fell into the door, face down, and fell like a.

He angrily got up from the ground and rushed towards Chen Jianqiu, who was standing at the door.

Chen Jianqiu kicked again.

This kick was fast and accurate, hitting the cowboy's lower abdomen.

The cowboy suddenly felt as if his bladder had been slammed with a hammer, and the pain was incomparable.

He curled up in agony, wailing like a pig on the ground.

"You said it to me." Chen Jianqiu stepped over his body.

The cowboy's accomplices outside the door heard the movement inside and ran over one after another, ready to rush inside the door.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and there was an irregular bullet hole or bullet mark on the wooden board at the door, and the cowboys' footsteps stopped abruptly outside the door.

"Who the fuck would dare to step through this door?"

Whatever you like to do outside the door, but if you want to break in, the innkeeper won't do it.

Private territory is inviolable.

He was half-standing at the counter, his double-barreled shotgun smoking from the muzzle.

"Get out of the door and howl!" The innkeeper roared.

The cowboys dragged the cowboy on the ground out of the door.

They found that his pants were wet.

The men had to take a few steps backwards, keep a certain distance from the door of the hotel, and then continue to curse upstairs.

"Let's go see what Wyatt is up to." Chen Jianqiu walked towards the stairs.

"Don't look for him, he's out with Holiday ." The innkeeper put his shotgun on the counter and said.

He didn't know Chen Jianqiu very well, but he knew the black man next to him.

He and Wyatt came in together.

"'Brown the Bad' sent for them, and if I'm not mistaken, they should be in his house by now." Said the innkeeper.

"'Bad Brown'? Is this another nickname? Chen Jianqiu found that the people with heads and faces in this city more or less had some "nicknames".

Thinking about it this way, I also had a few names at the beginning, but it just didn't sound good.

"The judge of Dodge City, because he cries and mourns a face every day, so everyone calls him that." The innkeeper shrugged, "He's a jerk too. ”

He seemed to be particularly patient with Wyatt's friends: "If you want to talk about Sheriff Wyatt, that's really powerful, when he was there, I was much safer here." ”

"It's a pity that I resigned later, and now Sheriff Carson." The boss sighed after glancing out the door to make sure there was no Sheriff Carson and his minions.

"These people run rampant in Dodge City, and they don't do as well as criminals."

Chen Jianqiu roughly understood what the situation was.

"Let's go, go upstairs and sleep." He said to Sean.

"Wyatt, they shouldn't be okay, right?" Sean was a little uneasy.

"Let it go, if he can't handle these things himself, then he won't be Wyatt Up." Chen Jianqiu was just about to walk up the stairs, but suddenly thought of something.

It seems that there is also a flock of "crows" barking outside the door.

This affects sleep a bit.

Chen Jianqiu walked to the door.

At this time, those cowboys scattered into a fan, still scolding happily, and some of them scolded to the upset, took out their guns and fired them at the sky.

"Wyatt isn't in the hotel right now, if you really want to look for him, I'd suggest it tomorrow during the day."

"For now, I hope you can get this damn bullshit out of your mouth, and get out of here!"

Chen Jianqiu said unhurriedly.

"Because, I'm going to sleep."

His voice wasn't loud, but it made the cowboys stop cursing for a moment.

They took advantage of the light of the red lights in the hotel and the surrounding area to see Chen Jianqiu's face, a young Chinese cowboy.

The person he kicked to the ground just now was still rolling on the ground with his pants wet.

"What are you that dare to shut us up?"

"Kill him! Kill him! This bastard! ”

The cowboys shouted angrily, and they all stretched out their fingers to point at Chen Jianqiu's nose and cursed.

And the cowboy who fired his gun at the sky just now had already pointed his gun at Chen Jianqiu.

In his opinion, the person in front of him was a complete layman.

On his side, they all stood in the dark, in total darkness; The man on the other side stood straight at the door, exposed to the light of the hotel.

It's looking for death!

He was ready to teach the rookie a lesson.

Chen Jianqiu took out his golden revolver, and then turned on the shooter mode.

After several successive gunshots.

The cowboy who pulled out the gun was lying on the ground, his head was blooming, and his expression was incredulous, and he couldn't believe that he could be shot even if he stood in the dark.

And those cowboys who stretched out their fingers and pointed at Chen Jianqiu, each of them had their index fingers split in two.

The stump fell to the ground, bleeding from the wound.

The shouting and scolding came to an abrupt end, replaced by a wail.

"Why don't you get out of here?" Chen Jianqiu saw that a group of people were either howling or stupid, so he took out his second golden revolver.

Those cowboys, after seeing the glittering revolver, knew how many bullets were in the gun, and how many fingers or corpses they had to pick up on their side.

"Run!"

I don't know who shouted, the cowboys scattered, and the door of the hotel was calm again.

"A rabble."

Chen Jianqiu shook his head, turned the gun in his hand, and returned to the holster.

He turned and walked back to the hotel.