The chief was dead, and the detectives were a little confused for a while.

However, some brave men still stood up.

The detective who had been standing next to Russell raised his gun.

He was Russell's deputy, and he was looking forward to the violent death of his headstrong boss day and night. Now that the opportunity had come, how could he not cherish it.

Kill Russell's murderer, turn the tide, protect his employer, and catch the Indian hero, and he will be awarded the title of Pinkerton's ace detective.

Different people have the same dream, and the same dream is shattered by the same person.

Chen Jianqiu didn't even give him a chance to wake up from his dream, and beat him to pieces with a spray.

"Who else wants to try?" Chen Jianqiu looked around at the detectives around him, and the remaining detectives looked at each other in confusion.

When you go out to work, you just earn a salary. The boss is dead, so why bother working so hard?

The man in front of me looks a bit tough, and the people behind him are even less kind. There are many Indians in the carriage opposite, so there is no reason to fight anymore.

So when one of them put down his gun, the rest followed suit.

Chen Jianqiu threw the shotgun back to Danny, took off his gloves, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and looked at the detectives with satisfaction.

"Well, that's more like it." Chen Jianqiu held the match with his hand. It was windy outside the train and it was not easy to light a cigarette. "If you have anything to do, you can sit down and talk. There is no need to fight and kill you all."

It's not my intention to die, right?"

He pointed at a detective and waved to him: "Come here."

This detective was the former little boss on duty in the sleeper carriage. Ten minutes ago, he handed over the guarding task of the carriage to Chen Jianqiu. Now he stood there blankly, with a face full of shock.

This, who is this guy?

Suddenly he heard Chen Jianqiu calling him. He glanced left and right, and after confirming that he was being called, he had no choice but to walk towards Chen Jianqiu.

"Come on! Run over here!" Chen Jianqiu waved his hand, and the detective had to change from walking to trotting.

"What's your name?" Chen Jianqiu saw the detective coming to his side and put the cigarette in his hand into his mouth.

"Um, my name is Bisping." The detective was a little embarrassed.

"Okay, you are now the head of these detectives." Chen Jianqiu patted him on the shoulder, "Leave the gun and take all of you back to the ordinary carriage."

"After I have finished speaking, who agrees? Who opposes?" He looked around at the detectives around him again, his face calm and not angry.

No one responded.

"Okay, then it's settled."

Bisping was a little confused. He suddenly and inexplicably became the commander of a Pinkerton team of more than a dozen people. This was something he had never dreamed of before.

But I always feel like something is not quite right?

He looked at Chen Jianqiu, then at the corpses lying on the ground and the groaning brothers.

"Go quickly, otherwise, I have no way to ensure that you can withstand the anger of the Indian God of War." Chen Jianqiu said in a low voice.

Geronimo in the prison car heard the gunfire outside stopped and knew something was going on on the other side. However, he was shocked when he saw a young man in his twenties who stunned all the detectives with two shots.

He had seen this young man the night before yesterday, and he was defeated in a 1V1 duel with him. This was something he had never done before in his decades of fighting career.

However, the shock this young man brought to him was far more than that.

The high priest of the Apache tribe, his teacher, Vialik, was standing next to the young man intact.

The detectives retreated from the platform outside the carriage.

The door of the prison car opposite opened, and Geronimo and a group of Apache warriors walked out.

Geronimo crossed the carriage, rushed over, and hugged the high priest beside Chen Jianqiu.

"That's great, teacher, I'm glad you're okay!"

The old priest patted Geronimo's broad back to indicate that he was fine.

"It was this warrior who saved me." He pointed to Chen Jianqiu next to him, and the wrinkles on his face relaxed. "And Luo Cen, she was also saved. A lady is taking care of her."

The two of them were communicating in their own tribe's language throughout the whole process, and Chen Jianqiu couldn't understand a word.

However, the sturdy Indian chief turned to him, put his hand to his heart, and performed a tribal salute.

"Thank you, my friend! Forgive me, I thought you were the enemy guarding the prison car the night before yesterday." Geronimo expressed his respect in English.

The Apache tribe is brave and good at fighting. They look forward to friendship and respect the strong.

Chen Jianqiu nodded and pointed at the guns thrown down by the detectives: "Let those of your soldiers who are good at shooting pick up the guns. Your weapons are at a huge disadvantage. This kind of waste is completely replenished with human lives."

Geronimo was helpless: "I was negligent in this action. I was eager to save people. Our tribe cannot live without a high priest."

The wounded soldiers behind him did not speak, but from their eyes, Chen Jianqiu could see their infinite trust in their leader.

None of them regretted sacrificing their lives for their people.

"Then, let's find the initiator of all this." Chen Jianqiu walked towards the door of the Astor carriage.

From now on, the carriage has been quiet, as if everything outside has not affected the people inside.

Chen Jianqiu kicked towards the door.

Surprisingly, the door chain is not locked.

There was no one inside.

In the luxurious carriage, all the furnishings had not been moved. Lockhart's notes and the imitation map that looked like a picture album were spread out on the table.

Astor disappeared.

Chen Jianqiu frowned.

When did this guy get the news and run away?

"Adam, Feiniao, are you two sure you didn't see Astor come out of this house?" Chen Jianqiu turned his head and asked the two of them.

Feiniao shook his head: "I was staring at the detectives who fired, and I didn't pay attention."

"I didn't see anyone coming out of this room." Adam replied firmly, "He should have been with Russell before. They might have left on the roof of the car."

"Ordinary carriage? Let's go!" Chen Jianqiu led a group of people and walked quickly to the carriage in front.

But when they reached the front carriage, which was the passenger car where he saw Astor for the first time, a steam whistle suddenly sounded from the front.

The train slowed down and looked like it was about to stop again.

"Let's go on the roof of the car and see what's going on!"

Chen Jianqiu climbed onto the roof of the car with Feiniao.

"Boss, what do you think that is?" The sharp-eyed bird pointed forward.

"Hey, telescope!" Chen Jianqiu shouted down.

Sean threw the binoculars up from below.

Chen Jianqiu used his binoculars to look in the direction pointed by the bird. Directly in front of the train, on both sides of the track, a group of people gathered there densely.

They were all riding horses, wearing uniforms, carrying rifles behind them, and on the flatbed carriages behind them were various heavy weapons.

Chen Jianqiu immediately jumped off the roof of the car.

"What's wrong?" Geronimo asked.

"You were targeted by the U.S. Army when you came out. They are in front now." Chen Jianqiu said as he walked towards the back of the car. "Notify everyone to gather at the back of the car again."
Chapter completed!