America 1881: Legend of the West

Browning said goodbye to Chen Jianqiu. He wanted to go back to Montrose first and then to Ogden.

He has to tidy up the drawings, and then many things need to be arranged.

Before leaving, Browning made a list for Chen Jianqiu, which included some basic equipment. He needed to purchase other larger equipment in person.

According to the result of Chen Jianqiu's communication with him, this Chinese man did not want to make a small fuss. He planned to let everyone from Philadelphia to New York who loves to use force to solve problems use his gun.

Regardless of his class or color.

Therefore, machines should be the most advanced and people should be the best.

Browning declined to comment on the idea.

He doesn't care who uses his gun, he only ensures that the gun he designed is easy to use.

This is the professional ethics of a firearms designer.

Chen Jianqiu stayed in Roswell for a week after bidding farewell to Browning.

This month’s oil transport fleet is about to set off again.

If there was another problem with this batch of oil, Meyer could submit his resignation directly to Rockefeller.

According to the inside information he obtained from Astor's steward, Rockefeller was already considering abandoning the refinery.

An oil refinery that cannot transport oil and whose output is not very large is meaningless to a standard trust.

He wanted to see how Lynch and the Pinkerton detectives planned to handle this transportation mission.

This afternoon, Chen Jianqiu was working with Zhang Danian in the experimental field with a hoe.

The water from the Pecos River is flowing continuously from the newly dug canals into the ravines between each row of seedlings in the fields, nourishing this barren soil.

"Da, da, da~"

The sound of horse hoofbeats suddenly reached Chen Jianqiu's ears.

He straightened up and looked up.

A horse galloped from the direction of Newtown.

The horse came to the edge of the field and Li Sifu jumped off the horse.

Chen Jianqiu handed the hoe in his hand to a Chinese man beside him, and walked over to meet Li Sifu.

"Boss, their transport team is ready to leave." Li Sifu said eagerly to Chen Jianqiu.

"So fast?" Chen Jianqiu patted the dirt and dust on his body.

"Well, we'll notify you in the morning and pull people in. The tanker truck is ready and we'll leave at noon."

"This is the route that Lynch and Detective Pinkerton discussed. No one else knows about it at all." Li Sifu said, "All the detectives and the factory protection team are ready to follow the transportation team."

"Oh? Did Meyer invest a lot of money?" Chen Jianqiu wanted to laugh a little.

The cost of escorting the Pinkerton detectives all the way was not cheap, and Meyer saw that this time he was getting anxious.

Li Sifu scratched his head and continued: "But this time, I found something different."

"Huh?" Chen Jianqiu narrowed his eyes, becoming interested.

Li Sifu's observation skills are very keen, which is one of the reasons why he took a fancy to this young man.

"The team this time is much longer than the previous one, even twice as long. Logically speaking, the refinery cannot produce that much oil in a month." Li Sifu tapped his palm with his index finger and said clearly.

"Well, keep talking." Chen Jianqiu motioned to Li Sifu to continue.

"In addition, except for the detectives and the factory protection team, the rest of the team this time have been replaced by our people. The direct workers that Meyer brought here at the beginning are no longer used, but it seems that they are loading the oil tanks. "

"Also, they don't let our people carry any weapons."

Chen Jianqiu touched his chin with his hand and fell into deep thought.

Use Chinese workers?

The previous several tanker trucks were stolen or robbed, which made Meyer suspicious. He suspected that there was a mole in his direct family, so he hired a new person?

No, he knew Meyer well. Although he had no prejudice against Chinese workers, he would never trust Chinese workers. Otherwise, he would not have used his direct descendants from the beginning.

In all likelihood, this decision was made by Lynch and the Pinkerton detectives.

Not allowed to carry weapons?

According to normal logic, if you really trust the Chinese workers, they will definitely be equipped with weapons and fight back with the armed guards.

Although Tiago's gang of robbers has average fighting ability, if they really want to fight, the bullets have no holes, and the unarmed Chinese workers will just be slaughtered.

Moreover, if they were to rob them head-on, even if this group of people had upgraded their weapons and equipped them with a Gatling, they would still be no match for the factory protection team and Pinkerton detectives, and they would inevitably end up being wiped out.

This time, to grab or not to grab?

Chen Jianqiu stood on the edge of the field and looked around.

Roswell, which was once desolate, is now full of vitality. Green seedlings are now growing on the land that was previously barren. The busy figures of Chinese workers are everywhere on the construction site and in the fields.

The wind from the North American continent blew across his cheeks, dry and warm.

It's April now and he doesn't have time.

Now that Rockefeller was ready to abandon the place, he could not revive the hopes of the oil tycoons.

Chen Jianqiu decided to give Rockefeller a reason to abandon the refinery.

"Inform Asuka and the others, old team members, that everyone will gather at the food store in ten minutes!"

The refinery's transportation fleet has never been as long as it is today.

Lynch and Captain Doby rode at the front of the team, Meyer followed behind. A large group of Pinkerton detectives and factory guards armed to the teeth were distributed in the front, middle and rear of the team.

What they were watching closely was the long oil transport team.

"Tim, there should be no problem with this plan, right?" Meyer looked at the Chinese workers driving the carriage, feeling a little uneasy.

He only found out about Lynch's plan shortly before departure.

"Do you not believe in Pinkerton Detective Agency, or do you not believe in Lynch?" Captain Doby looked at Meyer with some disdain.

He has always looked down upon this shrewd and stingy manager.

As a manager, he is a good watchdog; but as a colleague, he is not someone people want to get along with.

"Mr. Lynch first worked for the Pinkerton Detective Agency. Together with his brother, he was known as the 'Western duo' of the detective agency. Countless bandits were frightened by this news."

Captain Doobie wanted to go on, but a detective behind him coughed.

Dubi suddenly reacted and realized he had made a mistake, so he quickly shut his mouth.

Little Lynch is dead. He really doesn't care about anything.

However, there was no big wave on Tim Lynch's face. He waved to a person from the factory protection team behind him.

The man quickly came to Lin Qi's side, and a cloud of loess rose behind him.

Lin Qi turned his face sideways and asked in a low voice: "Is there anything going on over there with Chen Jianqiu?"

The man shook his head: "Before we set off, he seemed to be still doing farm work in the fields south of the town."

Lynch closed his eyes.

The people next to me didn't dare to say anything.

During this time, he has been following his captain, Tim Lynch, to track down the disappearance of little Lynch.

But in recent days, Lin Qi has stopped letting him follow him.

I don't know if my captain has found out the results.

When Lin Qi opened his eyes again, his eyes were filled with solemnity, and he seemed to be a completely different person.

Dolby on the side was also a little surprised. He seemed to see again the famous detective who dominated the West ten years ago.

Lin Qi looked at the Chinese workers on each carriage with a cold expression.

Chen Jianqiu, if you really care about your people, then get out of your fortress.

I have an account that I want to settle with you!