Akta is a timber town located on the Pacific coast.

It is attached to Humboldt Bay and is surrounded by a large forest.

Originally, most of the Chinese who moved here worked as lumberjacks in some of the surrounding logging camps.

Huang Qingyun and four or five Chinese young men behind him entered the town.

The people in this town don't seem to be very friendly.

An old woman who was collecting clothes stared at them.

Her skin was shriveled and lifeless like a dehydrated orange peel.

The old woman gave them a vicious look, and hurried back to the house with her clothes.

A man was resting on the railing in front of his house.

His bib pants were dirty and covered in mud.

When the man saw Huang Qingyun and them, his face was gloomy.

If it weren't for the guns they were carrying, they would have come up to look for trouble.

When the Chinese passed, the man spat at their backs and cursed a swear word.

"Master Huang, I don't think there's any need for us to talk about it."

Lao Qi observed the situation in the surrounding towns and whispered to Huang Qingyun beside him.

"I don't think the people here welcome the Chinese back, so there shouldn't be any possibility of peace talks."

"Since we are here, we have to talk about it after all, and it's not too late to talk about what will happen later."

Huang Qingyun replied.

A few men rode along the main road in the middle of the town.

Suddenly, several men with guns appeared in the middle of the road and stopped them.

He Sanshui and a few other young men subconsciously touched their guns.

"You're here to negotiate, aren't you?"

A bearded man limped out of the crowd.

His appearance reminded Huang Qingyun of a rat in the sewer, dirty and obscene.

"Yes." He sat down on his horse and replied.

"Then come with us." The man picked his nose and waved at them.

Huang Qingyun and the others followed them to a logging camp outside the town.

The inside of the camp was very dirty, with wood and debris scattered all over the ground.

A few men as scruffy as the lame man, who looked like lumberjacks, sat around the barrels.

They were playing poker with buckets as tables.

Seeing Huang Qingyun and them enter the camp, they all looked over, their eyes gloomy.

I didn't see anyone else but them.

"Dismount, sir." The cripple turned his head and said to Huang Qingyun and the others.

"He Sanshui, Xiao Liuzi, a few of you stay outside, and I will go in with Lao Qi." Huang Qingyun commanded in Chinese.

He walked up to the two men and whispered to them, "If anything happens, run away at once!" ”

He Sanshui and the others were stunned: "Master Huang, otherwise we will go in with you!" ”

Huang Qingyun patted him on the shoulder and shook his head gently: "No." ”

He glanced at the cripple and those people, and laughed contemptuously: "Just these few rotten people, they can't stop me and Lao Qi." ”

With that, he followed the lame man to the tent in the middle of the camp.

Unlike the other simple triangular tents in the camp, this is a large tent made of canvas.

Huang Qingyun and the others turned to the front and found that there was a table inside, and on the edge of the table, there were two people sitting.

One of the two men wore an earthy yellow vest with a pipe hanging from his mouth,

The other was holding a dagger in one hand and gnawing on the leg bone of an unknown animal in the other.

And on the table to his right, there is a revolver.

Seeing Huang Qingyun and them come in, neither of them had any intention of standing up.

"You're here to negotiate? What is your name? The pipe man was very arrogant, he pointed to an empty chair on the edge of the table, and motioned for Huang Qingyun to sit down.

Huang Qingyun turned his head and found that the cripple was gone, leaving two or three people standing at the entrance of the tent.

"My name is Huang Qingyun, and I'm here to negotiate." He replied in English.

The pipe man frowned when he heard the name.

He leaned over to the man who had gnawed bones and greasy mouths, and the two of them whispered to each other.

"What do you do? What position does you hold in that, what, what hall? The pipe man stammered.

"Shouldn't you introduce who you are first?" Huang Qingyun's face was calm and said unhurriedly.

He glanced at the man next to him who was still gnawing bones.

The man tore at the flesh of his bones without distraction, and from time to time he struck a blow or two with his dagger.

"My name is Lidsson Tuke, and I'm the head of the militia here." The pipe man looked a little impatient.

The so-called militia is a kind of self-organized militia in the town.

In the remote towns of the West, this kind of organization is very common, usually farmers, and when they pick up guns, they are militia.

"Where's your town's sheriff?" Huang Qingyun asked.

"I am!" The pipe man was even more impatient, "Hey, what the hell do you say?" ”

"I've got the final say." Huang Qingyun nodded, "I represent the Chinese who were expelled by you, so I came to negotiate. ”

The pipe man's face showed a little satisfaction.

"Fifty thousand dollars!" He took his pipe in his mouth and slapped him, "Give us this number, and we'll let you come back!" ”

Huang Qingyun's face turned cold.

Fifty thousand dollars? This is a completely insincere figure, which means that there is no intention of negotiation on the other side at all.

"Your big chamber of commerce, you can't even come up with $50,000, right?" The pipe man grinned, revealing a mouthful of rotten black teeth.

"That's too much for me to promise." Huang Qingyun said dryly.

"The $50,000 is not for me, you Chinese have robbed those loggers of their jobs, this is compensation for them."

The pipe man had a malicious look on his face.

"Ridiculous! You beat our guys, drove the Chinese out of here for no reason, and now you're still asking us for $50,000? ”

Huang Qingyun stood up.

"If you are not sincere, then there is no need to talk about it, just leave!"

"Boom!"

The man next to him threw the bone on the table and stood up.

He rubbed the greasy dagger in his hand against his clothes and stuck it on the table.

As if the flesh on the bone had just plugged between his teeth, he opened his mouth, put his fingers into his mouth and began to pick at his teeth.

This man's canine teeth look strange and sharper than the average human.

He looked like a hyena in the Western Wastelands.

This person is the notorious criminal in Hanif's profile, "Hyena" Seth Marsh.

"You're here, do you want to go?" Marsh raised his head, looking at Huang Qingyun with dead fish-like eyes.

His hand reached for the revolver on the table.

"Bang!"

Before he could get the gun, Huang Qingyun jerked his leg up and kicked the table over.

He had already noticed that these two people were trying to get a dagger, so he made a preemptive strike.

The table smashed into the pipe man on the other side, knocking him and his chair to the ground.

Marsh took a step back, bending down to pick up the revolver that had fallen to the ground.

was kicked to the ground by Huang Qingyun again.

He put one knee on Marsh's back, grabbed the dagger from the ground, and placed it on Marsh's neck.

He had already seen that this man was the one who really had the final say here.

And the old seven on the side also moved very fast.

He raised his gun and pointed it at the others in the room.

Huang Qingyun pulled Marsh up from the ground, and the blade of the dagger left a bloody mark on his neck:

"Get your people out of the way! Put down your weapons! Huang Qingyun said calmly.

Marsh still rolled his dead eyes, and he waved down at his men:

"As he said, put down your weapons and stand out!"

The pipe man who had fallen to the ground just now had already stood up, and he yelled:

"Don't any of you want to run!"

In the woods outside the camp, a large number of militiamen with guns appeared in an instant.

However, the men at the door of the tent had already put down their weapons.

So the gun in Lao Qi's hand instantly pointed at the pipe man.

The muzzles of their guns were pointed at each other.

"Come on! Two for two! Your mother's, see who dies first! Lao Qi's Adam's apple was stirring, and his expression was extremely fierce.

Huang Qingyun made a little effort in his hand,

The blood on Marsh's neck was even more noticeable.

"Spread out! Disperse! He shouted at the people around him.

Huang Qingyun dragged him and Lao Qi out of the tent together.

The militia has already surrounded them.

"Let them stand back!"

In the face of this large group of people in front of him, he did not have the slightest fear, just as he faced the Hunan army several times larger than himself in Sanhe Town!

At the same time, he shouted to He Sanshui, the little sixth son who was confronting the enemy behind him:

"Quick! Launched! Ready to go! ”

When several young men heard the news, they mounted their horses while holding their guns.

Huang Qingyun dragged Marsh slowly towards his horse.

Those militiamen and Marsh's subordinates did not dare to act rashly, they could only watch Huang Qingyun and Lao Qi slowly move towards the camp.

It was probably less than ten steps away from the camp.

Huang Qingyun cautiously observed the other side, his hand ready to make a move at any time.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out.

In just an instant, Huang Qingyun's body suddenly froze.

Lao Qi's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that Huang Qingyun's heart bloomed with a blood flower.

A bullet entered Huang Qingyun's back from below, piercing his lungs.

It was the cripple who fired the shot, crouching in the shadow of a box on Huang Qingyun's side, the muzzle of the gun in his hand smoking.

Huang Qingyun used all his strength to slash the dagger in his hand and cut Marsh's neck.

Marsh fell to the ground, blood gushing from his wounds.

For a while, there was a lot of gunfire, and several bullets hit Huang Qingyun's body at the same time.

Huang Qingyun couldn't support his body and knelt on one knee.

He was speechless, and used his last strength to wave at the people behind him, telling them to leave quickly!

Lao Qi, who was closest to him, rushed up to rescue him.

However, another bullet hit Huang Qingyun's neck.

Blood spurted out, and I couldn't cover it.

This former TPJ general, who has been on the battlefield for many years, fell on foreign soil.

And Lao Qi was also hit by several bullets and fell to the ground, no longer moving.

"Master Huang!"

"Old Seven!"

He Sanshui and the others fought back at the militia and the members of the Labor Knights, and tried to rush over and snatch back the bodies of the two.

But the bullets from the opposite side were getting denser and denser, and the militia was gradually closing in on them.

He Sanshui gritted his teeth.

He shouted at Xiao Liuzi and a few others, "Hurry up!" Otherwise, the two of them will die in vain! ”

The crowd rushed out of the camp.

The militia had no horses and could not catch up with them, so they could only symbolically fire a few rounds of guns and watch them run out of their range.

The pipe man's pipes were long gone, and he walked over to the corpses.

Standing next to the corpse like him, there was the cripple who shot Huang Qingyun.

"Those people returned to San Francisco, I'm afraid they will attract revenge from the Chinese." The pipe man took a deep breath.

The lame man put the gun back into his waist with an expressionless face: "I said a long time ago that O'Neill's idea is too stupid, he should have killed all those Chinese a few weeks ago, and he had to be so troublesome to kidnap him." ”

If those Chinese come to take revenge, it would be the best, and the purpose of the Labor Knights can also be achieved?

I'm afraid they don't have the guts!

"And how are you going to explain the hyena's death to O'Neill?" The pipe man glanced at Marsh's body again.

The cripple didn't make a sound.

He had some thoughts that were not well suited to articulate.

It's better to die, and if you die, there will be fewer people to share the money with him.