America 1881: Legend of the West

The next day, Santa Fe train station.

White, Donovan, and Tom stood on the platform with several Pinkerton detectives.

Next to them was a train that was about to leave for Kansas.

Although Donovan and Tom were usually very dissatisfied with White's overestimation, they also knew in their hearts that this pockmarked man still had his own way of doing business.

Without him, it is estimated that the two of them and those behind them would not even be able to find Jesse James, let alone find out the details of Chen Jianqiu.

Therefore, White is still responsible for leading the entire team this time around.

White's temper was not good. He repeatedly looked at the clock on the bell tower not far away and became very irritated.

"Sorry, sorry, late."

Finally, Chen Jianqiu appeared on the other side of the platform wearing a black morning coat and a top hat.

His arm was holding a beautiful woman wearing a purple basil skirt. The slim fit highlighted the graceful figure of the lady.

They came to White and his friends while talking and laughing.

Donovan, Tom and the other detectives were all deeply attracted by Camilla's beauty.

Only the pockmarked face was white, with dissatisfaction written on it, and the moon craters directly connected into a piece.

"Mr. Chen! You are late."

He suppressed his emotions, glanced at Chen Jianqiu and Camilla holding hands, and snorted softly.

This young man looked nothing like the Denver "Streetlight Hangman" or the "Double-Knife Butcher" that he had been investigating before.

I went to Lincoln County and Roswell before, but found nothing. There were no rumors or facts about him breaking the law.

This person seems to be a rich young man from a wealthy family.

If his skin color had changed and he was walking on the streets of New York, people who didn't know him would have thought he was the heir to some family business.

This kind of person has read too many detective novels and heard too many stories about western police chiefs, so when his mind gets hot, he has the idea of ​​​​riding west to enjoy revenge.

They regard chasing the murderer as a child's play, but they don't know that it is a life-and-death struggle.

"Boss, you and your wife's horses are on the train, in the carriage at the back."

Li Sifu ran over from the other end of the train with a box in his hand.

"You go back first." Chen Jianqiu took the box from Li Sifu's hand and waved to Li Sifu.

White didn't say much.

He was too lazy to talk nonsense to the young man and woman.

If the young man in front of him had nothing to do with Lynch's death, he was just a businessman from the east.

As long as the gun is fired, they are shot, and they are injured, these two people will understand the cruelty of the Western World.

When the time comes, go wherever it's cool and don't delay catching Jesse James.

If he is really the target that he and Pinkerton Detective Agency are tracking.

It wouldn't be long before he believed he could discover his flaws.

White turned to board the train.

However, he and the detectives were stopped.

"Sir, I'm sorry, your guns can't be brought on board. Please keep them in storage." The conductor glanced at the revolvers on the waists of several Pinkerton detectives and said.

"We are detectives from the Pinkerton Detective Agency." White pointed to the metal badge on his chest. "Our long guns have been stored and we only wear revolvers."

"I'm sorry, only police officers are allowed to carry guns on this carriage." The conductor looked businesslike, "We will not confiscate your gun, we just need you to store it."

"We have a gun permit and a law enforcement permit from New Mexico!" White and Donovan behind him took out their identification documents from their arms.

"And our bullets are separate!"

This is not the first time they have handled a case in the west.

Most of the time on trains in the West, as long as you don't take out your gun at any time, you can carry whatever you want, not to mention a pistol or a long gun.

Even if you are careless for a moment, it is common for the bullet to be loaded.

This is the first time I heard that even revolvers are not allowed on the train.

"Sorry, I don't know about Pinkerton Detective Agency." The conductor shrugged, looking impatient. “It would be really scary if someone was carrying a gun in a public carriage.

"This is a newly passed law in Santa Fe. You should know that guns are now stored uniformly in many taverns in Santa Fe and surrounding areas."

White yelled and wanted to rush up to argue with the conductor, but was stopped by Donovan and others.

"If you can't store it, just store it." they advised.

"What happened?" Chen Jianqiu from behind stretched his neck and asked.

White adjusted his clothes and snorted angrily: "Guns are not allowed on this carriage."

The detectives took out their own revolvers and put them in a box, preparing to take them to the back for storage.

When they made way, Chen Jianqiu and Camilla walked up to the conductor.

He took out the ticket and handed it to the conductor.

The conductor glanced at Chen Jianqiu's face and saw that he was a Chinese, and his impatience became even more intense.

But when he took the ticket and saw the carriage number displayed on the ticket, his face suddenly seemed like a different person.

Like flowers blooming in spring, the smile blooms extremely brightly.

"Mr. Chen, are you right? Yours is a first-class box, please go this way." The conductor pointed to the car next to him, very enthusiastic and smiling.

"What, I'm sorry, I want to ask if this kind of gun can be brought on the train?" Chen Jianqiu opened his box.

A golden light came out of the box, so bright that the conductor couldn't open his eyes.

Two gleaming gold Colt revolvers lay beside the clothes.

These two revolvers were handmade by Browning for Chen Jianqiu, and the craftsmanship is very fine.

The gunsmith even measured his hand.

The gun body and parts have been modified to use the latest developed smokeless powder bullets, which are more powerful and more stable.

The body of the gun was plated with gold and engraved with exquisite patterns.

These two guns look more like works of art than tools used to kill people.

"Because these two guns are valuable, if they are stored in the cargo box, there may be a risk of loss." Chen Jianqiu said to the conductor.

The conductor scratched his head.

He has never encountered such a thing.

At this time, an old man with a white beard wearing a blue uniform appeared behind the conductor.

"What's wrong? The train is about to leave. Why is there anyone down there?" He stretched his head out and looked outside the train.

Then, he met Chen Jianqiu.

"Mr. Chen!" The old man greeted Chen Jianqiu happily, "Will you come and take the bus yourself?"

Chen Jianqiu always felt that there was something wrong with this sentence, but he still greeted the old man back.

"Hello, Captain Eaton!"

This old man is the conductor of this train.

When he went to the headquarters of the Santa Fe Railroad Company to handle matters, he met the chairman of the board of directors.

"Why don't you get in the car?" The old man made an inviting gesture towards the car.

"Oh, I have two guns and I wonder if I can bring them to the train." Chen Jianqiu pointed out the guns in the box to the conductor.

"Come on, come on." The train conductor urged Chen Jianqiu to get on the train quickly with a nonchalant look on his face.

"Isn't this bad? I won't embarrass you, right?" Chen Jianqiu closed the box and said to the train.

He held Camilla's hand and helped her into the car. As he boarded the car, he looked back at White and the other Pinkerton detectives.

White's lungs were about to explode, and the other detectives were stunned:

They pointed at Chen Jianqiu's disappeared back and loudly questioned the conductor:

"Why can he bring a gun into the car?"

The conductor's face returned to the impatient look before:

"That's a collection of art, and yours is a gun. Can it be the same?"

The Pinkerton detectives were speechless for a moment.

"Hey! Are you guys on the train yet?" The conductor's voice brought them back to reality.

They had no choice but to store the guns as required.

With a sharp whistle, white steam smoke emerged from the front of the car and enveloped the entire train.

The train started slowly.